A couple more dumb server sketches.
Shoutout to that time a skeleton killed me 7 times, stole my armor, disappeared, then showed up several days later to jump me and make it an 8th
Arright my more experienced friends, I need some brainstorming. Some ideas, if you will.
One of my favorite sweatshirts has finally gone from “I’ll just say this spill happened today” stained to “This is a paint shirt” stained
But. So has a whole load of my laundry. So! I want to save, at the very least, the whale and some of the flowers (embroidered directly onto the fabric, from Jeana Draws).
I have no idea what to do though. If it was a patch, I’d remove it and place it somewhere else. If it was just the sleeves or just the body, I’d just remove one or the other and see new bits on. Alas, motor oil and a machine washed chapstick have attacked both.
Any ideas on how to recycle these bits into something else wearable?
It took me over a decade to figure out that I was mistaking hunger for thirst. All those bathroom trips and for what
More sketches of tristamp. I can’t find the rest of my markers :’D
I did not feel like doing the pattern on Nai’s… shirt. Skin. I am still unclear on what his top is. I am not unclear on what a manipulative jerk he is tho
My brain briefly convinced me I saw smth (I saw incorrectly) and I have still not recovered the 10 yrs it stole from me 💀
Dad: that’s good, but you need to have space between the words.
Me: *confusedly starts adding stars to my sentences*
Dad: aha, no, not that kind of space
Me: the space needle?
Dad: no, like you need to put nothing between the words
Me: that’s what I’m doing!
Dad: *sweating* ah, but not that kind of nothing..
I’ve been on a song art thing lately
Me: sneep snop, hergldeebergle, deedleedlee, well flip my flapjacks, fridge nuggets, *various noises I cannot imitate with letters*
Dad: *husky dramatics,* *intentionally poor imitation of Elvis songs,* *duck noises made with side of cheek*
Mom: not a verbal stimmer
Gpa: BEEDLEBOM, humbug, buster the cat, *downward whistle-trill* (DEE-dee Du-De-Dooo), buzzard bill, hobo Joe
Gma: *loudest slightly-off-tune whistling ever,* *singing,* *mindless chatter to accompany tasks*
Y’all heard any of those in ur families? Do your parents and grandparents have different ones? Feel free to share
You know that one scene in Geostorm?
Hey so I’m curious, does anyone know if that familiarity Muzan spoke of was a legit feeling or if it was part of Ubuyashiki’s weird hypnotic voice thing? Or perhaps a third “we are a family” magic thing?
Also. Isn’t… wasn’t his wife helping with plans or something? I feel like that got spoiled for me by someone, but if she died in their residence then she couldn’t have… unless they just glossed over that bit? Idk. Also where is the boy child. The homeboy. The lil guy.