An extremely low effort propaganda piece for @somerandomdudelmao 's Uncletello in the Peepaw Showdown @rottmntpeepawpolls since he beat 2 Arms Left Peepaw Leo (Rest in Pieces...I mean Peace <3).
Originally I wanted to add Casey Jr playing in the leaves but I fell asleep after work so that didn't happen :( Yay for leaf stamp brush! I did add a few helicopters for fun.
Anyways I love Uncletello and the whole Cass Apocalyptic Series cast, Uncletello always has the best expressions I love every single one. The fact that he has the largest reserve of leaves in the apocalypse sent me into a laughing fit. Thank you for providing us with such an amazing comic series that pulls our heart strings!
And once again, I have no idea what I'm doing. Reference below.
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WINKTOBER DAY 2: a/b/o (Joel Miller)
*breathes into a paper bag* Hoh boy. Here we go. *places a new character gently in your hands and backs away* It’s only six sentences, it’s only six sentences....
You’re aware of someone jostling you, rousing you, and pulling you back into the conscious world, the glare of generator lights under a corrugated steel roof above assaulting your eyes and Joel’s harsh growl rumbling in your ears as he looms over you with a broken nose, shaking your face in his big hand, “Come on now, blood type–hey--your blood type, what is it?!”
You can barely bring yourself to speak through the haze and around the dull pain in your gut, “Bluh...blood?”
“Focus...you focus now...come on,” his grip on your jaw grows firmer, but still controlled, desperately willing an answer from you with whatever he’s got.
Coming through the fog, the ache in your abdomen starting to intensify, letters swim through your mind-A, B, O, positive, negative–until they land on the right combination that softens his grip to something akin to gentleness before he starts rolling up his sleeve and demanding the attention of the medic.
“Sir, are you sure…that’s…a lot of blood…” the younger man looks between the two of you, shaken, uncertain.
“Hook me up,” Joel grumbles, never taking his eyes off you, “I’ve lost enough to know the difference between what I can give up...and what I can’t.”
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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST
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Terrible news for the 8 unfortunate souls following me. I had some free time, got brainrot and decided to try drawing body hair.
I apologize.
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I apparently draw speed paintings when I want to feel productive? So yeah. Here's another one!
I guess I'm trying to learn to be a bit messy? But still convey what I'm trying to draw. It's a work in progress.
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To finish out the day of mourning, I decided to recite the Lament for the Rohirrim, in Old English, in honor of our departed legend Bernard Hill (17 December 1944 – 5 May 2024)
Rest in peace, Theoden King. May Béma guide you to the halls of your fathers.
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Me playing Luke Combs, Dear Today.
If it looks like my eyes are closed the whole time, its because I printed out chords and they are laying at my feet, so I could know when to change.
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