The Soup: Joel & Mankini
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I’m reanimating myself from the grave to show you all this and ignoring the fact college is kicking my ASS but it’s fine there’s always time for jash yeah???? Yea.
…soul on strawberry what will he do
Also, this will be up on my Redbubble soon with a few others, yahoo!!
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this honest;y is the best tjing ive drawn and its not close at all
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someone told me you were in soup?
what was that about?
@orwillidrown
(Ooc: The soup story: Max’s pov)
The soup.
The day started like any other. Then the asks came in. They were calling me things I had never even heard of like skrimblo, Silliest little eeby deeby gooby wooby, blorbo, baby girl, poor little meow meow, number one sopping wet cat, etc.
Then someone threatened to put me in soup. That’s when it really started. Oh the horrors. I told them no, that over my dead body they were going to get me into that soup. Little did I know.
There were so many. I couldn’t fight them all so I got into the soup.
It was chill at first, then they wanted to add things. They tried getting Pete in but he escaped. I wish I was that lucky but I wasn’t.
They started innocent enough. They made jokes about Dirty boy soup. Me and other me added alcohol. Some veggies, some meat. Then. Than the chernobyl elephant’s foot. It was all so innocent till then. Part of me believes that maybe the radiation did get to me.
It was a bird next, then dog meat, some more normal things, then the homeless man’s tears, The Ooze, a small child, finally it seemed like it was going back to normal with actual foods and spices, even more broth. Than the flesh. Human flesh.
Finally someone cleaned it out and had just a beef and potato stew. I thought maybe I was safe…. There was so much. So much vanilla extract, I’m talking over 8 gallons of it. More flesh, fucking pure potassium, salt too much salt, cyanide, meth. Then.
The lobster, just one at first looking for a place, but it invited its friends and I became their god. Peter griffin was in the soup at some point, he went to soup school and got a soup degree in radiation. Peter cured the radiation in the soup. Tim was put in, my dad was put in, so many lobsters. There was more flesh and meth, 8 tons of meth, more things kept being added. The spicy anon who kept adding spicy shit had a whole arc they went through. There was a fire, me and Tim escaped. Now they want to put me in a salad.
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Happy belated bday (yesterday) to Joel McHale, like the 3rd love of my life 😂. He seems to only get hotter the older he is, which is both unfair and great.
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anything can be a found family dynamic if i really want it to be (even if its an unhealthy one)
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