#papi popee

[magpielark]

Does this make sense

(The quality is awful dw abt that)

[charady-appreciation-blog]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE BUTLER LOOKS LIKE PAPI AND I LOVE IT! HE'S SO CUTE, AWWW, I WANNA PET HIM!

[meshimellow]

do NOT go bowling with these individuals

[strange0-0storm]

COLORED DRAWINGS AAAAAAHEHEHEHE

Me when I make another reaction image of another favorite character 🎉

Might do more fr THEYRE SO FUN TO DRAW

Honestly prob gonna do more while I also try to work on some final art fight attacks this week

Guuuys it's a sickness ITS A SICKNESSS

[png-magician]

[say-sike]

they fit well together

[potogawaryuiki]

2019年

[sleepyhouzuki]

woah !! silly clown guys ?

[amethysts-angel214]

More gifts for Popee fans!

They look like RPG Sprites, ngl

Ok, bye!

[fran-oewm9]

Popee The Performer memes made by me (Part 1)

There are more but since there's a limit of images I will post them tomorrow (if I don't forget ‾⁠▿⁠‾;)

[castorfell]

Happy (late) birthday to the worst person in the entire world!

[squiddlebarf]

(・o・)

[bangoose]

[alemntourv]

Based on "Draw your comfort characters like this" post on Twitter with a redrawn screenshot from "A Goofy Movie" :P

[strange0-0storm]

Tbh Papi is kinda fun to draw HAJAHHA

ALSO I wanted to do my take on a Mirror Papi, Ipap, design, for the shits and giggles

I feel like he would be much more calm and collected, more reserver aswell as more serious/responsible. He'd probably put ACTUAL safety first and try to stop any fight Eepop and Onomadek are having.

Bros MORE like a parent ong. He gets tired of bullshit

[bendableperformer]

“Popee, come down!”

Blurry, bright sky, birdsong and bouncing.

Birdsong and laughter. Fell down here after.

Rise from beneath, born of benevolent beings.

Beast within me, black and bleeding.

Bending images of family into bigger beasts of Leto.

Let in to undo. To untrust and hurt you.

Fortified in Lyceus, how could I stop you?

Until then I haunt you, I hate you, I watch you.

Hyperborean hyperbole,

The extremes he could not reach,

The lessons he can’t teach,

The words he won’t dare speak.

The rain drowns and binds you,

To sand dunes and blue moons,

Who shine from behind,

Alight your silhouette, yet hide you.

So blinded in my view,

I reach out and grab you,

You hold me and now you

Are laughing, I found you.

Fetch me from the river, and bring me, deliver,

my soul to the shore of the earth he adored.

Lie down by my side as I sing of before.

Roll over and lie ‘till your words become sore.

Sit boy,

Good boy,

Now speak, you’re unsure.

Regardless, you stay

And you tether me down,

So I don’t fall up to the cold, hard ground.

Pitiful hound.

What are you to a clown?

“Phaethon, come down!”

I would much rather drown.