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Four doodle pages so far. It just started as me wanting to draw a few campers. A "few" turned into 80% of them. Every camper and Aquato sibling appears at least once (As well as some special guest stars.) I'm sure you can tell who my favorites are by who appears frequently (well except Nils. It's just fun to draw him saying things.) These contain many references and inside jokes between me and my sister, so they might seem weird since I'm presenting them with minimal context. I think they can be enjoyed regardless.

February 18 2023:

February 27 2023:

April 4 2023:

May 20 2023:

Bonus content under the cut

Biblically accurate Milka:

rinse out selecta (reject Quentin sketch):

Fully visible Milka:

happy birthday!!! i hope it was a good one!! and thank you again for the bobby and chloe birthday drawing yesterday!! 🧁!!

Thank you very much, and you're welcome! I'm very glad you liked it. I appreciate all the kind words you put on my drawings, thank you sincerely!

(and thank you for the cupcake! 🧁)

I finished it the same day I sketched it. I didn't wanna clump it in with the rest of the doodles since it wasnt a sketch/doodle anymore. I'm a little shy/nervous to post it right now, but I may do so in the future.

(September 3 - September 22 2023)

I never really know what to say in these things, but I hope the drawings will speak for me. More under the cut (there's a LOTTTTT this time.)

Revisited an idea as previously seen in Feb. 2023 Highlights.

Rejected Sasha sketch.

I realized I had only drawn Milka four times so I decided to rectify that. (But who's to say she isn't in all of my drawings but invisible.)

Quentin makes me happy.

(Will anyone get the reference? I wonder)

(The joke is they are both named Mikhail. hahahaaaaaaaaAa)

(patrick voice) EVERYONE DIED.

I figured out how to make gradients the real way in my art thing. It's over for you all.

Aye aye aye, your eyes hypnotize 🎵

(here I was thinking I was clever for drawing Kitty with hypno-eye swirlies, but upon closer inspection on her model, she had them all along.)

Note: Crystal doesn't have an official birthday. I just chose from a random Virgo date. It happened to be Sept. 22. Yaaaaaaaaay.

I dread to imagine what's inside that box.

Did you know that it is very fun to draw the campers while listening to music they would never listen to? I drew some of my favorite pictures of Bobby while listening to Rihanna. I recommend it too.

i always struggle to find background music when drawing certain characters. maybe i Should just listen to shakira when drawing mikhail. LOL.

(August 1 - August 12 2023)

I dunno what to say so here's some drawings. My friend decided Elton is her favorite camper so this first one is a few drawings of him. More stuff under the cut.

I wonder if you can tell who my favorite camper is.

(Note: I do not actually speak Russian)

(^ This is how they would look if I had gotten into Psychonauts in 2019)

(^ Remember how I implied Misha is my favorite? Well now here's a bunch of contradictory information.)

(No Razputins were harmed in the making of these drawings.)

September 2022 Doodle Highlights

More under the cut.

Trick or treat! 🎃 (and Happy Halloween)

and a happy halloween to you! let's cap off the party house with a little slowdown of crystal and mikhail chilling on the roof.

In the clear, cloudless sky, the moon shines as a full, white circle. It burns unlike the sun, providing silver streams of light upon the neighborhood. Everywhere Crystal looks from her spot on the roof, sitting on the even slabs of cold, metal shingles, Halloween persists. While the families are dwindling, the trick or treaters her age are plentiful, dressed in form-fitting princess dresses, or contrasting their positive peers with witchy visages. They cheer and shout, still going from door to door reaping chocolate bars, such as the Grim Reaper quite literally using a scythe to scoop candy from a bowl on a stoop into his bag.

Crystal grins, folding her knees to her chest. She can’t tell the time, but no one seems to care. The hours melt together in darkness punctuated by moonlight accentuated with pops of orange and red colors. Nearly every home takes part in the festivities, her interest catching on a yard littered with open graves and rising, animatronic zombies. Their moans and groans echo, mingling with the howling of werewolves and filtering through fog seeping from nearby machines on separate lawns.

Extending her legs and shaking her polished, buckled shoes, Crystal examines her outfit. It’s far poofier than anything she would usually wear. The pleated dress is baby blue, the cotton fabric matching her wide apron and frilly stockings. She applied the paint herself, rosy red dots on her cheeks and nose to match the little bows sewn onto her apron. With her scarlet wig brushed and blow-dried to full perfection, she makes quite the lifelike Raggedy Ann.

She’s matching with Clem, and her friendly Andy is still slinking through the party. She had last seen him with Quentin and Phoebe before she made her way upstairs. She had split seconds to press herself into the handrail when Bobby dashed passed her, the feathered Raz hot on his heels, like they were teenagers all over again. She had to hope that the awfully realistic chainsaw the former waved was fake.

A window clicks. She looks over her shoulder, watching as a furry, brown arm pushes it out. With a little struggling, the figure wriggles their way through the rather cramped window. On their knees, their oversized helmet rolls off their head, their identity immediately bringing a smile to Crystal’s painted face.

“Ah, is Ann,” Mikhail says, wearing, quite possibly, the most surprising attire out of the entire entourage. The bear costume covers Mikhail from head to toe in overgrown, deep brown fur. The grizzly’s paws and claws are a tad bulbous, giving an overall exaggerated feeling to the costume. Compared to Dogen’s bunny onesie, Crystal had been able to see his face, as this headpiece completely concealed Mikhail’s face and replicated a hulking grizzly bear to a level of stark realism.

Crystal offers a quick wave. “Oh, hey, Misha! What’s up? Partying treating you good?”

He approaches, carrying his headwear under his arm. “Yes. By yourself?”

The underlying concern would have been dismissed with a sharp laugh or brisk wave of her hand. But now, she arches her back and clutches the shingles, making herself more comfortable as she stretches. “Yeah, just needed a breather. No biggie.”

“Then, care for company?” “Always!” She pats the spot next to her, beaming as he sits.  “Super cool bear costume, by the way, but isn’t it hot in there?” “Not at all. Provides nice, thick warmth in face of the elements.” Mikhail rubs his thin cheek with a paw that smothers his face. “In fact, wind doesn’t feel as nice as I hoped without bear head. Crisp and refreshing, yes, but carries bothersome humidity. Will probably rain soon.”

She snickers, catching a duo leaving the party. As they pull themselves up the paved, stony path, she quietly gasps, and her humor fades. “Hey, is that Lili down there with Dogen? It’s still pretty early to go home.”

He leans into her, setting his headpiece behind them. “Ah, he suffered from a bad headache. I felt his psychic energy leaking. Came up here to avoid any messy consequences, but seems to now be under control.”

“Aw, I hope the noise wasn’t too much.” Crystal tugs on her earlobes, frowning. “Then again, my ears are still ringing, so I get where Dogen’s coming from. I shouldn’t have stood so close to Quentin’s speakers.” She takes off her wig, her hair net slightly tugging on her sweaty tresses. Suppressing a yawn, she leans back. The moonlight blankets her, and Mikhail follows suit. He lies down, as well, and the silence is comfortable. Without nagging gnats or mosquitoes, the chill in the air enough to put them to rest, Crystal is soundless, at peace, content to listen to muffled music and musing thudding through the roof.

She doesn’t know how long it lasts. It could be minutes. It could be a full hour. With Mikhail’s calming presence, the dull buzzing gradually disperses. Her mind is as tranquil as the breeze.

And when a particularly amused voice intervenes, Crystal’s smile widens.

“So, am I the only one who thinks Kitty looks pretty ridiculous in that top hat?”

Clem makes himself known as he climbs through the open window. Dressed in baggy dungaree overalls and a striped, plaid shirt, Clem looks the part of Raggedy Andy with his matching wig and polished shoes. He joins them with a red Solo cup, the punch smelling too fruity for Crystal’s liking, or it might be liquor. She never cared for the either.

“As ridiculous as former Leatherface bully swinging around fake chainsaw,” Mikhail says as he rolls up. “More of a nuisance than a killer.” She lets loose a dramatic sigh. “Oh, good, it is fake. I almost got clipped with that thing.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past Bobby to lug around the real deal,” Clem admits, sitting next to her, and as soon he makes himself comfortable, a new clamor arises, primarily consisting of particular revving. “Oh, well, speak of the devil, and the devil will answer.”

Mikhail cracks his knuckles. As the apparent chase changes venue to the outside yard, and Raz and Bobby shout at each other, he sets his headpiece on straight. He flexes his arms, bounces in place, and states, “Well, will be seeing to the matter. Might be good challenge with an acrobatic dove and chainsaw-wielding lunatic. See you in a while.”

As he approaches the edge of the roof, Crystal chirps, “Bye bye, crocodile!”

He slowly looks over his shoulder. “Is Misha.”

With those parting words, Mikhail casually levitates down. As he enters the fray to the startled sound of Bobby and Raz’s shrieks, Crystal snickers and shakes her head. Clem knocks back his drink.

“That guy-” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “-is still a total enigma.”

“His bear costume is really great, though, right?” “Oh, totally. I’m just dumbfounded about how he’s not sweltering in that furry mass.”

“It’s like you said, Clem. Misha is an enigma, just a totally cool enigma.”

Some of your art reminds me a bit of Jhonen Vasquez's artstyle! I love his works, so I was wondering if he was an inspiration for your artstyle?

Hello! I have probably subconsciously picked up on some bits from his art style since it's a seriously cool art style (I say "probably" because I haven't had an IZ phase believe it or not lol so I've never actually attempted to imitate his style.)

I draw a lot of Psychonauts fanart and some of the concept artwork from it is Vasquez-esque. My friends have asked me if he worked on the game before so I think there is a bit of a stylistic overlap.

(Concept art by Scott C.)

I decided to take a crack at drawing Dib since I like him. He is my favorite character trope after all: nerd boy with glasses.

Do you have any hcs for older Crystal ( and Clem? ) ik you only have a design for Crystal but I’m curious to hear your hcs abt what they get up to when they’re older

I'm glad you asked! Let's see…

(Disclaimer: These are rough ideas and subject to change. I love these characters so I tend to go on and on and on and on. I will put it under a cut so people are not bombarded by great walls of text lol.)

I toy with the idea of Crystal and Clem being camp counselors at Whispering Rock once they get all their problems sorted out. I'm entertained by the idea of Clem taking over Basic Braining (PUNCH PUNCHY PUNCH YAAAY RAZ!!) The adult Clem I have in my mind looks like a sports coach, and I think his version of Basic Braining would take place in a stadium with various sporting events. Basic Braining but instead of Coach Oleander yelling at you to move your ass, it's Clem being overwhelmingly supportive, "YEAH YOU CAN DO IT! NEVER GIVE UP!"

Now it's time for my girl, Crystal. She sometimes pops in Clem's Basic Braining, but she has her own levitation class (maybe overdone? lol) like Milla's Dance Party. Except instead of 70s disco, it's 80s electro-synth-whatever-the-proper-name-is pop. As for specifics on how it would look or be like, I am still thinking about it. I based my older Crystal's outfit on 80s fitness instructors. She's still very bubbly and optimistic, even more so since now dark emotions don't cloud her mind and weigh her heart. I just want the best for them (her and Clem), so I want them to get better.

I'm still thinking about HOW they get to the recovery point. I cannot explain currently due to my ideas being too vague. I don't want it to sound like the therapy fairy waves her wand and fixes 'em better because it takes effort and a willingness to WANT to get better (for Clem especially because he's so jaded and devoid of hope.) I have faith in Clem for him to change and realize he hasn't always had Crystal's best interests in mind. He does care about her, but he's so entangled in his own negativity. It causes a rough strain on their friendship, but they do reconcile as young adults.

They are not dating as adults, but I do entertain the idea of them trying dating for a very short (and I mean SHORT, like less than a week) time. It's weird and awkward for them, so they prefer just being best friends. They get a ton of people always asking "ARE YOU TWO DATING??" No, they're just besties. I don't really do shipping so I don't ship them with anyone, even as hypothetical adults. I don't know about friends they'd have aside from each other (because I have only thought about hypothetical older versions for a small handful of campers.) Clem basically cuts all contact from his parents (good for him) and Crystal does her best to distance herself from her mother.

For making it all the way to the end, you can have this:

They're like 18-22 or something.

Haha! Whaaaat? That's craaazy talk! Clem and I would never!

Ms Paint doodles

I think Quentin is such a sweetie! It's a shame I don't draw him more! And crystal is aaaaaalways like soooooo fun to doodle <3!