#club Penguin fair

[holosart]

The Great Puffle Circus has come and gone, But my appreciation has Not!

[booloocrew-blog]

Omg…my local news station took the Club Penguin fair logo and put it on their shitty low poly roller coaster graphic /affectionate

[forgottenclubpenguinfacts]

Fact #511

Source: Club Penguin Times, issue #362

[gamchawizzy]

At The Fair 🎃🍬

For Ollie

[colliholly]

With Corporate Clash announcing the Buck Plushie, will your stance on clash originals merch made by you change...?

THE BUCK PLUSHIE WAS THE MOST INSANE THING TO WAKE UP TO TODAY IM SO EXCITED

However, regarding fan merch it isn't really my decision, the Clash team themselves has said they don't want fan merch being sold and it's important to respect that

The fact that the Big Mouse company is turning a blind eye to private Toontown servers is insanely generous as it is, and they mainly do so because they are strictly nonprofit. Whenever a private server comes out with merch (I know TTR teased some hats and tote bags recently), you'll notice all profits go to charity for a reason

As much as I would kill for Clash merch, I'd be making profit off a private server and that's where the issue comes in, it puts the game at legal risk. I have asked the team about potential freebie manager stickers to give out with Etsy orders - if I get the okay on those I will keep you guys updated 👍

EDIT: Stickers are gonna be a no-go, sadly. </3

[fullmoonfireball]

I'm pretty litterally no one else did except for me but I did crush on Rookie for a bit

i'm pretty sure i've heard other people say stuff like that.

usually it's refaces with like "oh yeah when i was a kid" thing but. my guy there are people actively thirsting over gary t gadgets guy in my notes. theyre calling him a dilf.

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

me when i was a child: [spent time on the internet]

me now: why are there CHILDREN ONLINE? go PLAY WITH YOUR TOYS!

[thethirdtriplet]

Tim is a little shit.

But no one knows this.

The reason no one knows is cause he covers his tracks well, or really, no one suspects he does half the shit that he does.

When he was with Bruce-you’re-here-as-Robin-not-my-son-don’t-mess-up-Wayne, there wasn’t much he could do around him that didn’t earn him a lecture, or worse a look of disappointment.

But then he realised, why not do it behind his back? Why not hide his tracks before Bruce gets suspicious of anything?

That’s where his cleverness came into play.

The Rouges don’t agree on much that often, seeing as everyone has their own themes and ideologies going on, what they can agree on is that the third robin is not only the smartest, but also the worst.

The first one was all unnecessary acrobatic moves, quips and bad jokes that made you want to gouge your eyes out, the rouges were only ever after the bat himself, so they sent their goons to handle him.

While the second one, much like his predecessor, had his fair share of quips, he sure knew how to pack a punch, still not their problem to deal with.

The third one however…

He was out to get them.

The pattern remained the same, the rogues would stir up some trouble, expect the Bat to arrive with the little bird, fight him while the goons deal with the Robin, either escape or end up back at Arkham.

No matter where they ended up there was no escaping his wrath.

Such as, the time Riddler in his safe house was preparing for what would be a “shocking” riddle, when the lights ironically went out, he couldn’t get the power to start in time for his plans when the bat found him, there in the dark.

Or, the time the IRS showed up at Penguins club about paying taxes, apparently they were called by someone “anonymous” claiming that there seems to be something wrong with the calculations and whatnot.

Then, there’s the infestation of parasites, bugs and other animals that ate all of Ivy’s greenery in a matter of seconds, you’d think they’d never eaten before.

Next, it was the orbeez in the sewers, while that in itself was strange, what was stranger was that most, if not all of them were in the sewer pipes that led to where Killer Crock usually resided.

On and on, the torment continued, up until the bat was suddenly replaced with a new one. There was a subtle difference, you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking, really looking. The most noticeable difference, for literally anyone with a pair of eyes, was that the third robin was finally, finally replaced.

They thought they were finally rid of him when a newer one showed up, with a katana in hand (?).

But then came Red Robin…

[jacksprostate]

My ears are ringing, Bob is tilting my face up, looking me in the eye, his lips are moving like he's an angel sent by god, surrounded in haze and sweat, his beautiful perfect part doubled the same as his eyes. I am not a proper prophet. My face is slack, putty in the big moosie's bruised knuckle hands.

He'd signed up to fight me. The others, they've been avoiding it nowadays. They look at me with respect I don't think I've earned and fear I think I have. That kid, that angel faced baby, no one has seen him since I broke the third rule of fight club. It is my proximity to Tyler that protects me from retaliation, I think. Even though I've not seen him in weeks.

Bob is probably the only member of fight club who thinks I don't have balls.

Bob struggled with the sixth rule for a while. The first time I saw him in that basement, switched on over to his perfect heyday of a Tuesday, the first time I saw his tits swinging around you would have thought I saw god. There was the man who cradled me to sleep the past few years. There was the man who cracked open the miserable remains of his life to let me in, right into his large, loving chest.

I'm not sure, actually, if Bob thinks I don't have balls, or if he thinks I've accepted the cancer and chose to let them kill me. The way he looks at me sometimes, like I'm something admirable, like I'm a dead man walking. I wonder if we've become the same to each other. Does he see me how I see him?

Bob, the big moosie, the big cheesebread, he corners me after club sometimes. It's not so much that I let him as that with Tyler gone, no one is tugging me out. These guys, they think every move is purposeful. I'm just some plastic waste caught in the wind. Drifting. I've been left to run all this on my own, I know Tyler's out franchising, it boils something bad in me. And Bob is here, Bob's arms have always let me rest.

Bob, Bob, Bob. He's finally stopped trying to push his testosterone too hard. He says, he's seeking balance. He looks to me and I have nothing. He's not getting his tits cut open. He doesn't want to lose range of motion, he says, doesn't want to risk losing fight club.

He says, "I don't know what your name is. Not anymore. But, Cornelius, Tyler, you gave me something to wake up for. I think about the heat of the stage, now I can go to the dank hell of the basement. I think about my wife, I think about you. I think about how my perfect dehydrated shrink wrapped body wouldn't've been able to beat you to shit fifteen minutes ago."

We are out on the steps of the bar, his voice is still coming in discordant with my ears a half dimension to the left.

I lean into him. I let him tuck my face between his tits, bare, warm and sweaty. I shudder and cry. I cry what's left of my brain out, and Bob holds me like I'm crystal, like I'm an antique glass penguin from the world's most prestigious menagerie. Like if he squeezes my skull too hard, it'll pop open like a zit, crack like an egg from an eagle pumped with DDT. I'm over easy. Sunny side up, he turns my face back to his and lets his tears fall into mine.

"God, you're crazy," Bob says, voice warbling, like it's some realization he's been slowly coming to, something he's not wanted to face, but now he has and he can get over it. "You're like, fifteen different cats in one tiny bag. You're not doing well at all."

I tell Bob, I'm sorry I don't have testicular cancer.

I'm sorry I lied to you, Bob Paulson. I'm sorry I used your misery and sympathy to sleep like a baby. Like one of those little commercial angels.

Bob's eyes are small in his face, wet, crushed up by his cheeks and brows. His thumbs wipe the wrinkles from mine until I'm soft, inert like uncooked porcelain. If he wants me to be, I'll be it. I tell him that. Bob, if you want it, I'll chop my balls off. It would be fair. Fair like us strewn out on the basement floor.

"I already knew," Bob says. "That's why I knocked your head in tonight. It's okay."

It's not, I say.

Bob says, "It is. I told you, at some point, I started noticing. Maybe it was my fault I didn't notice before. You were miserable enough that I couldn't tell, though, and I think that makes the difference."

We cry on each other some more. We're sitting, I'm in his lap, but I push up to cry over his shoulder. It's different. I let myself clutch at his greased hair. Bob, I tell him. Tyler left me, he brought me all the way here and he left me, but I think he's still around. I miss him. He treats me like dogshit, and I miss him.

Maybe it's because Bob's big, warm hand is holding, cradling me in my own head.

He says, "I think I know things about you that you don't like. I don't think you've ever knowingly spoken as much as you have just now, huh."

I'd love to say no. I do presentations at work. I tell single-serving friends on airplanes what I do. I read out the rules of fight club on nights I'm there and Tyler's not. I'd love to say no.

I'm not lying to Bob anymore, though. So I introduce myself, instead, and he says, "Okay." He says, "Okay. Let me bring you home."

[bestanimatedmovie]

Welcome to Revenge of the Underrated!

Some of you asked me to put a "haven't watched both" to be more fair to the more unknown movies, but I've seen other tournaments doing this and I think it limits too much who can participate in the polls. So what I decided to do is a double elimination!

What does that mean? That means a movie has to lose twice to be eliminated. In other words, there will be a sorts of losers bracket that'll be part of main bracket. I'm undecided on whether to do this for only one round or the whole bracket, as it would make the tournament very long. Do let me know if you have any opinion about it.

Anyway, Revenge of the Underrated, Round 1:

Miss Hokusai vs Happily N'Ever After

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children vs Tiger and Bunny: The Rising

Ballerina vs Book Girl

On-Gaku: Our Sound vs Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Eternal The Movie Part 1

Cats don't Dance vs The Flight of Dragons

Dragon Ball Z: Cooler's Revenge vs The Girl Without Hands

The Twelve Tasks of Asterix vs Flatland: The Film

Felidae vs Pokemon the Movie: The Power of Us

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West vs Unico in the Island of Magic

Rock and Rule vs Rock-A-Doodle

The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning vs Freddie as F.R.0.7

The Plague Dogs vs The Magic Riddle

Pokemon Heroes vs The Pebble and the Penguin

Strange Magic vs Sea Prince and the Fire Child

Help! I'm a Fish vs Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

16.Azur and Asmar: The Prince's Quest vs Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer

17.Titan A.E. vs Ico, the Brave Horse

18.The Adventures of Mark Twain vs A Troll in Central Park

19.The Case of Hana and Alice vs Once Upon a Forest

20.Underdogs vs Long Way North

21.Mars Needs Moms vs The Twelve Months

22.Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Candace Against the Universe vs Blinky Bill

23.Robot Carnival vs Revue Starlight: The Movie

24.One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Winx Club: The Secret of the Lost Kingdom

25.Ruben Brandt, Collector vs Samurai Jack: The Premiere Movie

26.Lupin III: The First vs Pippi Longstocking

27.The Three Caballeros vs The Legend of Manxmouse

28.Princes and Princesses vs The Snow Queen

29.A Letter to Momo vs Seven Days War

30.The Wild Thornberrys Movie vs The Rabbi's Cat

31.Night on the Galactic Railroad vs The Boy who Wanted to be a Bear

32.The Swan Princess vs Planetarian: Hoshi no Hito

33.Patema Inverted vs Bartok the Magnificent

34.Next Gen vs Padak

35.Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland

36.Thumbelina vs Catnapped!

37.Early Man vs Rainbow Magic: Return to Rainspell Island

38.Junk Head vs Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie

39.Charlotte's Web (1973) vs The Princess and the Goblin

40.Shaun the Sheep Movie vs Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

41. Redline vs Balto

42. The Addams Family vs Inu-Oh

43. Epic vs Mary and the Witch's Flower

44.The Girl Who Leapt Through Time vs Vivo

45.Barbie: Princess Charm School vs Kronk''s New Groove

46.Waking Life vs The Transformers: The Movie

47.Barbie in the Nutcracker vs Barbie as Rapunzel

48.Pokemon: The First Movie - Mewtwo Strikes Back vs Cool World

49.The Land Before Time vs When the Wind Blows

50.The Secret of NIMH vs Summer Wars

51.The Black Cauldron vs All Dogs go to Heaven

52.The Red Turtle vs FernGully: The Last Rainforest

53.Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs Ron's Gone Wrong

54.The Boxtrolls vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade

55.Arthur Christmas vs One Piece Film Red

56.Barbie of Swan Lake vs The Rescuers Down Under

57.Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole vs Secret of the Wings

58.The Castle of Cagliostro vs Pokemon: The Movie 2000

59.Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust vs Arthur and the Invisibles

60.Tinker Bell vs Barbie as the Island Princess

61.Mind Game vs Tekkonkinkreet

62.The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh vs Dragon Ball Super: Broly

63.Mirai vs Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero

64.The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Scooby-Doo! and the Cyber Chase

[finniestoncrane]

In Your Name

Arkham!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 1k commission: giveaway commission for @lovesick-on-the-loose because she is the sweetest thing in the world and deserves all the penguin love i can throw her way💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, injury, mentions of blood, i wrote oswald's accent into this so if you find that jarring, be warned!

The dull thuds of blows being landed were all you could make out for a while, that and the grunting and heavy breathing from two well-matched opponents taking it in turns to beat each other. You knew who would win the fight though, even if he had some disadvantages. Height and weight and age wouldn’t stop him though. Oswald Cobblepot might hire people to do his dirty work, but it wasn’t because he couldn’t do it himself. It was because he liked to keep his hands clean. And he kept them clean solely for you. As he put it so many times before, there was no point in having something sweet and beautiful, and getting it all dirty. Except, in certain situations. That final statement always accompanied by a wink and a playful grab at your waist to bring you closer to him.

You weren’t adverse to getting your own hands dirty though. It was only fair that you contributed something to Oswald’s business efforts, given that you were on the payroll. Skilled, tough, and completely unassuming behind the soft and overly feminine exterior, you could handle yourself just fine. In most circumstances. Unfortunately, you’d found yourself in one where your opponent was just that bit better, and you’d paid for it. 

Stumbling back to Oswald, collapsing in a pained heap on the floor by his desk, he’d barely finished making sure you weren’t at an immediate risk of dying on him before he was out of the door, meeting face to face with those that had dished out your beating. His enemies, bursting through the door of his club, intent on finishing you off. Only to come face to face with the short-statred crime boss himself. Not a good ending for them.

Oswald walked calmly back into his office. The wailing on the other side of the door could still be heard, but was now muffled slightly. Whatever had transpired beyond where you could see had been rough, terrifying. And it sounded like a lot of it was down to Oswald himself, and not his goons despite them being taller and stronger than him. No, this was a message he had delivered personally.

Breathing heavily, he steadied himself against the wall. The bandages wrapped around his hands were stained with blood, and he was slowly removing them. With a tentative tap, he pressed two of his fingers against his lip which was bright red and definitely swelling. He’d taken a beating, a spectacular one it seemed. Though you could only imagine that he’d given just as good as he’d gotten. 

“Oswald… look at you. Your lip. Your hands!”

It was taking everything in you not to cry, knowing how much that would upset him or stress him out. But he could hear the quiver on your voice and immediately moved to placate you, reassuring you that he was fine, if not a bit bashed and bruised.

“Oh, love, if you fink this is bad, you should see the other guy! In fact, a delicate fing like yourself shouldn’t have to look at something so ‘orrid.”

You wanted to reach for him, to grab him and hold him and soothe him, but unfortunately you were entirely unable to. Noticing the way you shifted and winced, your movements painful over your entire body, Oswald quickly shuffled over and sat down on the floor beside you. With a warm hand, still streaked in blood, he stroked your cheek. 

“How’re you feeling, love?”

Taking stock of everything you had gone through, you weren’t quite sure how to answer. You could fight, yes. You often took people by surprise with your skills, given they assumed from the look of you that you were just a ditsy little thing. But you were still a lot weaker, physically, than most of the people you came across in your line of work. And sometimes they got the better of you. However, despite your beaten body and broken nose, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy. This was a chance for Oswald to do what he was best at, what he loved doing: doting on you. 

“I don’t know, Oswald. I’m hurting a lot, but nothing a few expertly placed kisses wouldn’t help.”

He chuckled, which brought out a cough, which had him wincing in pain as his muscles tensed. Despite your own agony, you brought your body around him, acting as a weighted blanket, and grabbed him, holding him tight, squeezing him.

“Oh, my poor Pengy. You are my hero though.”

“Fanks, princess. You fink you could let go of me now, or maybe just loosen up on the ‘ug a bit. I’m worried you’re gonna break the final rib that ‘asn’t quite snapped in two yet.”

Settling back down beside him, you took one of his swollen hands delicately in your own, lifting it slowly and steadily to place a kiss on it. Even with his lip morphed completely out of shape by the bruising and swelling, you could still make out his smile.

“Y’know something, sweet’art? It does a fella good to ‘ave someone like you around to make ‘im feel better. To dote on ‘im.”

Finding what little strength and will he had left, Oswald squeezed your hand once, dropping it to the floor and using it to push himself back up onto his feet. Standing over you, feeling bolstered in his bravery after his fight by the fact that he felt statured above you, he offered you his hand to help you up beside him. 

“You sure you’re alright, love? Because I’ll go back out there and finish ‘em off.”

You offered him a silent nod, smiling as best as you could. You could have been limping, head hanging on by a thread, and still seeing him fight for you would have you feeling fit as a fiddle.

“Alright then. As long as you’re sure. Now, how about I ‘elp you get out of them tattered clothes and into somefin’ that suits a pretty fing like you a bit better?”

[clubpengcollect]

Did you know there was a booth of Club Penguin merch once featured at the 2011 North American International Toy Fair (Toy Fair New York)?

The annual Toy Fair is a trade-only event, exclusively open to toy industry professionals, retailers, and press representatives aged 18 and older. Absolutely no consumers are allowed.

Source: 16bit.com

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (4)

Chapter 4

cross-posted on AO3

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Fear is a tool. A great (if not total) degree of the balance in society is fear; fear of loss, death, humiliation. Whatever it is one fears, keeps individuals in check, and in that Scarecrow and Batman alike found a point in common, and a great source to create their image. Batman relied more on the fear of his presence than on his brawn. Scarecrow had none of the latter to use, but his mind was a powerful one, even in his modesty, and he had mastered the use of terror to create an effect likewise to that of Batman, only so artificially induced, as he had no particular traits to intimidate the average person organically. Dr. Crane greatly admired Batman, shame they had their fair share of discrepancies in the moral field, but most of it had to do with their very different upbringing and the toll that took on what they felt and feared.

What did Y/N fear? Dr. Crane always preferred to analyze people on what they chose to avoid, rather than what they actively chased. He believed this shaped a person further, as then again, fear is what maintains us doing most of what we do, fear of death in particular. Nothing is more dangerous than someone with nothing to lose, and although Crane had spent the last fair portion of his life trying to reach such a state, he was slowly embracing that there was no such thing as a man with nothing to lose. Some failed to assess that, but that didn't mean that they genuinely had nothing ahead of them or around them. It was, however, his deepest fantasy. There was nothing he longed for more than the blissful state of nothingness to embark on the search for everything.

As he walked out of the Iceberg Lounge, Y/N's sheepish body covered by a chunky fur coat leaned against the cold iron of the warehouse that hosted the club, waiting for him. She had never wanted herself to become a VIP escort for Penguin's men, which was only as degrading as it gets, although she'd be lying if she said she wasn't expecting for the moment to eventually come. Oz was not even her employer, he was just another one of Falcone's men, even though powerful. She was now the sexual subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate. How humiliated she felt when Dr. Crane's eyes nailed on her, his pupils slightly trembling before looking away. He had an intense, yet shy look, emotionally shallow and difficult to read. As they walked to his car she wished that whatever the Doctor wanted with her was short and easy, like a simple blowjob where he tugged her hair without even looking at her, or to be fucked doggy as her face burried in a filthy motel pillow to hide how much she'd want the Earth to swallow her.

He wasn't physically intimidating, at least. He didn't look like the type to want to hit her while he fucked her, delighted in the humiliating position he liked to think she willingly put herself on. But then again Y/N thought it was only naive to jump to conclusions on one's sexual deviations (or any deviations at that) based on physicality. Dr. Crane was short and thin, with soft features on his face and nerdy glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. But then again, so was Dahmer, and he cannibalized a couple dozen people in his life. Crane walked close by her, but layed not a single finger on her. As he opened the car's door for her, she began to dwell with unease on the lengths she was going through to come close to the Batman. She was about to yield on her deepest intimacy for this, and she promised herself that when she had to do it, she'd remind herself what it was all for through it.

"What did you think of my paper?" He finally cut the tense silence sharply with a cold question, Y/N assumed he was engaging in standard small talk.

"Oh, I liked it, it was good."

"But did you understand it?" It was this particular question that striked in Y/N the need to look at him, despite refusing to look into his eyes since they had walked out of the club.

"I'd... like to believe I did, yes."

"I'm only trying to know why you'd read it, that is if you did. Take no offense for this but your type is not exactly the one to read a complex psychology thesis." Y/N began to pick up on his implications, her heart beginning to beat fast as her hand slid to grab onto the side of the seat, holding onto the closest thing to the soil her body could find. Crane picked up on this, her body's search for security in an unsafe enclosure, and as if his senses could perceive the beating of her heart, his veins pumped the rush of dopamine it produced in him to see wrinkles of a frightened grimace form in her face.

"I did read it. I never went to college because I couldn't afford to, but I wanted to study anthropology. Your work on fear helped me apply it to my personal study on the way societies behave in response to certain mass events, it's just a passion project." Crane's frown softened only so slightly, and his head tilted once again, parting his lips as his tongue tipped the back of his teeth, processing her answer as he continued to analyze her body language. The stiffness of her posture and anxiously inquiring stare begged for an answer which he sadistically prolonged the wait for.

Y/N was hardly in control, her nails unconsciously digging into the leather beneath the seat, her knees tightly pressed together and her canines pinching on the inside of her lips. Just like he wanted, fear was consuming her, and his interrogative posture masked how delighted he was at the sight of herself yielding slowly to her most primal state. She on the other hand, was so fixated on her prayers of making it out of that car alive that she had no room in her mind to evaluate whether Dr. Crane was suspecting of her true intentions, and considering her a threat to his business, a business she couldn't care less about, but was in the way of her greater purpose.

"You're passionate about anthropology? Interesting." He finally replied, after taking his fair share of time. "How did you implement my paper to your research?" He enjoyed looking down at how submitted she was to him when she feared.

"Well... I analyzed fear as a tool of control and how civilization relies on fear to establish societies." It was so ironic, Crane couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. What she studied on masses was perfectly applicable to her individual situation right in that car, how he was using her own fear to force her to surrender control. He finally stopped teasing her and relaxed his body, resting his back on the car's window and his head against the headrest, a slight smirk she struggled to read forming on his lips.

"I don't think you're spying on me." This caught Y/N completely off guard, how had he picked up on that?

"I didn't say you did." She retorted as fast as she could, trying to come off as non-chalant.

"I know, but you're scared. Do you think I think you know something you shouldn't?"

"I don't know, but I don't."

"If you do, it's really not my problem. Whatever you know that you shouldn't is trouble for Oz to deal with." He finally turned his head away from her and ignited the car's engine. Y/N restored her posture, grabbing onto the seat belt softly unsure of whether to fasten it or not.

"What are we going to do?" She finally mustered the courage to ask, figuring the question couldn't put her more in danger than she already was. His relaxation was eerie, and his eyes certainly didn't help his serial killer look either.

"I'm going to show you something I think you'll like." Whatever it was he wanted with her, it was at that point that Y/N figured out that having sex with Dr. Crane that night was far from being the worst card in the deck.

[forgottenclubpenguinfacts]

Fact #445

[lionews]

"Lioden shouldn't have a minimum age, it's a pet sim if we're being honest with ourselves. It's like club penguin being 18+. Shit doesn't make sense. " You know that the age restriction is in place because LD could get in trouble for letting in kids under 16 by EU law (you know, where they’re registered? England and Wales? Like it says on the bottom of the screen when you scroll any page on the site?) and not because they must hate all the “totally mature, we promise, we’re definitely not underage” kids on it, right? Shit does make sense, do your fucking research.

PS - I’m pretty sure the Club Penguin devs didn’t put animals humping + visceral gore in there. Not at all a fair comparison.

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[justajoshe]

Do you have any oc's? Could we see them?

I saw your club penguin ones but now I wonder if there's any other ones too!

Their designs are really fun!

Bruh! It is time, FINALLY! :DDD

I have a helping handful of characters. Of course, my 'guins that are front and center in most of my art. But also these nifty lil guys:

The robot is Cabel Corde, the feline is K.C. Lin, the orange thing is Rasputin or Rasp'in for short, and the lil mouse is Cody Field.

I also have a Care Fair Bear character, called Too Cool Bear!

While these characters are my characters, licensed them back in 2019 (Cabel, K.C. and Raspin) , 2021 (Cody)

2023, Too Cool Bear is under CC-BY-NC 4.0

I also have characters that I have offered to the Public Domain, meaning anyone can use them without credit and for profit!

Babee, Boob, Ham and Krum are free for anyone to use!

I was thinking bout selling characters like this in bundles, but after some consideration, its much more satisfying to just share the characters with everyone then make a few bucks.

And the cool thing about PD is that I can still use the characters and make money off works I make with them, and so can everyone else! Its awesome and is becoming my new default.