awesome request for ur open inbox tubcest possibly with bug and flops…. :>
family nap time ft rory's qtubbo design
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I still don't know how to use tumblr lol
Humanized c!beeduo + mini pig Michael bc i wanted to try something new :D
You can rlly tell i liked way too much c!Ranboo's design <3
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C!Ranboo sits alone. They feel the grass with there hand, although having felt it for such a long time.
They clutch the book tight. It hasn’t been written in for what feels like years now. But they had no real grasp on time.
They touch the water for a moment, just to feel something. The sting they’ve felt many times before, but their brows furl when they recall how they’d numb themself to the feeling.
Suddenly they do feel something new though, they look to the book in their hand as is seems to fall apart. They stare at it with wide eyes and perked ears, and they wonder for a moment if it’s real. If it’s really fading away from their arms.
And suddenly as they feel their hand shut, holding nothing as the ash flies away. Their ears fall. They just stare for a moment.
What does that mean?
They can hear something. Suddenly out of nowhere, land seems to appear. It’s just in their view, they can just see it, just barely.
They hear crying. Ranboo hadn’t heard it in so long, but it did not take them a second before their ears followed the sound, they stood to their feet. Although not yet understanding why their body reacted to the sound.
Their vision burns, blurring with liquid and steam as it ran down their cheeks. They were shocked their was anything left to burn at that point.
“Michael.” Suddenly they’re feeling something they hadn’t felt in a long time. This was a different type of burning, something that twisted whatever Ranboo had left in them. “MICHAEL!!!” The screech echos through the vast area. Their voices burned and delivered in horse from little use.
Ranboo looked around, they had to get there. There was their son, they kid, their baby. Their beloved.
They dove into the water, using their stiff muscles was hard, and it wasn’t getting them far. Dissolving away in the water didn’t feel like much anything anymore.
They were back at the block, and they would try over and over again until their muscles would become less sore, until they’d make it further and further each time. Closer to the cries, closer to Michael.
But it wasn’t enough. The land seemed to go further away the closer they got. Ranboo had to stop, standing on their block, their stands as wide as they could have it, even getting slashed a bit. Although that wasn’t their focus at the moment.
Michael was here, they had to get to Michael. Michael was here… Michael was here?
And suddenly the question dawned on them, suddenly they were feeling so much more then they had in a long time. They don’t know how long.
How did Michael get here?
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Heyyy so this is my MCYTBLR holiday exchange for @amaranthinecanicular ! I hope you like it!
Wanted to challenge myself with this perspective, but tbh the challenge was too challenging xD maybe i should learn more about perspective first… uhm BUT THE CHAIR WENT REALLY WELL?! Christmas this year was really rushed for us and was a new low, but working on this piece i felt at least a little bit of the christmas spirit, hohohoo 🎅 there are a thousand things i want to improve, but that would take like,, another three months lol
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been a while! i’m mainly an oc artist nowadays, but i felt like drawing these two as ladies. missed drawing fantasy stuff, oh boy
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