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GROUNDHOGS FP1 2023 Canadian Grand Prix
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Woahza!! Spongbob critterpants?! (Again?!)
As well as huggy hassleholf
And another art because im insane
#i was thinking about posting all these in lil bunches#but ehh its fine#poppy playtime#smiling critters#dogday#catnap#huggy wuggy#poppy playtime chapter 3#art#ppt#im very normal dw about me#hopefully this dosen’t look to bloated hwbhd#oh dogday and catnap my beloveds#maybe ill do the last bit and ask people for their lil smiling critters ocs to be shown#cause thees a bunch of fish#why are catnap and dogday underwater#silly of them#tbh
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THE FUCKIGN
CREATURE
#she is so dumb and ugly i hate her (lovingly)#3d#3d model#Blockbench#Fanart#Regetevator#Regretevator fanart#Roblox#Roblox regretevator#roblox fanart#roblox game#Roblox game fanart#Regretevator roblox#Folly#Folly regretevator#Regretevator folly#Folly fanart#Critter folly my beloved#digital art#shadows scribbles
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hi I got a lil self indulgent a few days ago SO TAKE THIS
also I love dog day he’s my favorite and he’s the goodest boy of them all
@amberluvsbugs you wanted me to tag you shsvsv
#poppy playtime#chapter 3 my beloved#DOG DAY IS BABIE AND I WANNA SCRATCH HIM BEHIND THE EARS#ppt dog day#poppy playtime chapter 3#fanart#smiling critters#ppt#ppt oc
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kendal yeaaaaaa!!
cleaning up an aaaaaancient sketch (ancient as in 2 years old haha. ha)
anyway @comicaurora
#comic aurora#kendal aurora#kendal beloved kendal becared <3#he is my muse all. the. TIME.#such an interesting critter...#my art
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DOING THIS CUZ SCHOOL IS IN 6 DAYS!!!
-10 notez and I’ll focuz more-
-50 notez and I’ll drink more water (doctor zaid zo but me no no wanna >:( )-
-100 notez and I’ll TRY to not be an awkward mezz.-
-150 notez and I’ll try to not fail-
-200 notez and I’ll make a mazk during free time-
-250 notez and I’ll make bracletz during clazz-
-500 notez and I’ll be myzelf- (yay time to get bullied)
1000 notez and I’ll ztop talking to my friendz during clazz
100,000 notez and I’ll ztop SH.
200,000 notez and I’ll ztop drawing during free time (you better not or i’ll cry becauze everyone at my zchool callz me crybaby 👍)
(JEZUZ)
#poppy playtime#smiling critters#fundamental paper education#kinito fanart#kinito my beloved#kinito the axolotl#kinitopet#catnap#lgbtq
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I like them
#cat nap#poppy playtime#ppt 3#ppt#smiling critters#poppy playtime 3#catnap poppy playtime#buckshot roulette fanart#buckshot roulette game#dealer buckshot roulette#buckshot roulette dealer#buckshot roulette#kinitopet#kinito fanart#kinito my beloved#kinito the axolotl#Multifandom
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tiny doodles before i eep eep
#they're all so cicrle and squishy i love drawing them audgaufh#bobby my beloved heart emojii#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3#smiling critters#catnap#dogday#bobby bearhug#daynap#smiling critters fanart#poppy playtime fanart
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Part Two / Part Three
Ao3
It's 8:45 am.
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
It was a nice little system that worked for them.
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.
"Mind if I have a word outside?"
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.
Wayne stared up at him.
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.
Wayne really did owe him.
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.
Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.
“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.
“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"
The Chief chewed on his split lip.
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.
The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.
This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.
(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.
“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”
Wayne sucked in a breath.
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.
Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)
“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.
“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.
“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”
“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.
“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”
'Ain’t that the damn truth.'
“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.
This one, he figured, was the most important.
“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”
Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.
It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.
“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.
“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.
“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadn’t.
“Alright.” Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.
Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
#this has like t wo more parts#pre steddie#wayne as a BAMF#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol#Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries#and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will#you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down#like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck#nevermind you know the local power plant lol#and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit#your local hunters are gonna know somethings up#anyway#beat to shit Steve Harrington#my beloved#hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself#steve harrington#steddie#I spelled collar color and im not changing it#outsider pov#wayne pov#I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice#catholic wayne munson#jim hopper
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Thinking about it
#the hollow knight#slimes doodles#🖤#some days (like today) I find myself missing this critter#sure‚ my view of it was hardly special#but I still like it?#(beloved weird unsocialized rat)#(or perhaps overly skittish hognose snake)
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SINAN THE SQUIRREL WITH HAT ON BENCH Big Machine Music City Grand Prix 2023 Qualifying Rain Delay
#indycar#squirrel#big machine music city gp 2023#beloved critters...#i am experiencing childlike wonder
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just posting these because i desperately want to be done with them now —
but yay !! smiling critters !! and doey !!! doey !!! wahoo !!


#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 4#poppy playtime doey#doey the doughman#smiling critters#i’m TIRED#took wayward say way way too long good grief#but i think im better at drawing the critters!! wahoo!! :D#doey my beloved you deserved so much better#had no idea where to fit hoppy and piggy so . they’re just up there !#doey probably is just used to them climbing on him#they want to feel tall !!#anywho yeah probs going to make more doodles later wahoo :D
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Ctenophores have got to be one of the most under rated denizens of the Jersey Shore. Rainbows by day, glow sticks by night. Why is everyone not hyping the ctenophore?!
#ctenophore#cool critters#critters#ocean#marine biology#there are many benefits to being a marine biologist#sealife#sea life#marine life#rainbow spaceship my beloved
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Stupid creature
I love her, just a fucked up looking critter
Kinda inspired by that one portrayal of lampert I've seen around where he's just a fucking round creature/the flat fuck friday crocodile
#Critter folly my beloved#regretevator#Regretevator#Fanart#Regetevator#Regretevator fanart#Roblox#Roblox regretevator#roblox fanart#roblox game#Roblox game fanart#Regretevator roblox#Folly#Folly regretevator#Regretevator folly#Folly fanart#digital art#shadows scribbles
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Colter Arthur calico critter 😁🫶
I forgot to post this here (outfit patterned and made by me)
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption fandom#rdr2 arthur#rdr fandom#red dead redemption two#calico critters#arthur morgan rdr2#calico critters custom#arthur morgan red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan art#colter arthur my beloved#colter arthur#rdr2 colter
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VEZOK the beast
In my heart, at least IMEAN—Character redesign/interpretation for Vezok, a Skakdi member of the Piraka gang from the Bionicle franchise.
I always had a soft spot for him and his doppelganger, but never did proper art that wasn't just silly, scribbly doodles. I hope with this reference to make more detailed art of him in the future and who knows, use it as a basis for the other Piraka.
#myart#bionicle fanart#bonkles#piraka#piraka vezok#vezok#character redesign#character reinterpretation#im blue da ba dee da ba daaa#my beloved#as always i had EXTRA FUN adding those expressions!#pushing the stretch and squash on those wild rage maws of his#same with his dumbfounded and the sad/deferet one#i see less art related to those so i want to explore more of that later#legends to keep telling#whats with me and burly spiny big-chinned critters idk
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