Kiby

go work your cringe 9-5, i'll be gaming he/him 19 freak of nature artist

[kibykibble]

bruh tumblr got me fuuucked up 😭 shit would not let me post for almost a WEEK bro

anyways a giratina referencing @dinoserious's giratina artwork oguguh yummy art style

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oil painting thing. not really too proud of it since oil HATES working with me

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i haven't touched this blog in forever

[arensika]

Do you think love can bloom on the battlefield

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war horsey....

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Jackie didn't like that she didn't look as deadpan and the lines were too light so she made me redo them smh -Taurus

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

[pebleeee-deactivated20151227]

do they smoke weed?

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

Yes, actually.

[gucciballs-deactivated20200720]

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

[gccgrimm-deactivated20160818]

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

[madamekagamine]

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

[19leahjade96]

Well that escalated quickly……

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

[jackaxed]

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

[anemonequeen-moved]

this dude playin omg 

[thejorie-deactivated20160327]

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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what did you put on my dash

[mellowmooon-deactivated20240627]

weed somrkung girlfriends :]

[kibykibble]

weed

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

Imagine v1 doing this

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definitely going to draw this ong

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something i made on aggie, will definitely post the finished ver whenever i get there lmao

[microraptorreactor]

i dunno if you've done this but requiem and point loafing together. stupid creatures... (/aff ofc i just love earthmovers)

This is literally what like 70% of Handle With Care takes place on so I threw in two Neo Eclipse members. Earthmover loaf pile. They are bonding.

[kibykibble]

i am going to GRIP THEM SO FUCKING gently... srupid anmal....

[suzalulusource]

[ultrafilthreal]

[halluciniwaynia]

do you have any games on your phone

[alaraxia]

oopsie! You got a bit too manic about a creative project too close to bedtime and now your brain is too awake to sleep. One million dead 10 morbillion injured

[kibykibble]

god is afraid of what man can do

aka this was SUPPOSED to be a study of that chad dude's upper body, but i didn't a headless naked guy so i put an earthmover head and made it a woman

[izumouse]

created a wooden child. his name moss

[kibykibble]

guys come look at moss

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

earfh... mober..... <333

[microraptorreactor]

hii harro !!! i finally got around to getting time to yoink new requiem and midnight point for a silly fic involving them and i would like to know their personalities if you have time !! :D

ooooo! It'll be cool to see what you end up makeing!

These two live in my brain rent-free and there hasn't been an Earthmover chapter in awhile so they've bubbled straight to the top. So warhorse lovers infodump for you.

New Requiem is larger, slightly older, and more cranky. It loves its city's robots but is mostly indifferent towards the humans. It views the humans as something it has to tolerate, although its opinion of them has softened as time goes on. It has a couple joint problems from the war, preferring cold, clear weather because of this. Requiem is an introvert, and often moody. Other Earthmovers know it for getting way to invested in the lives of the people on its back and dropping the latest tea during rest periods. Requiem is very specific about when it has these rest periods and who it rests with, occasionally refusing to get up/lay down if it doesn't agree with its handlers. Total drama queen, love it for that.

Midnight Point is slightly smaller then Requiem, along with having fewer scars and an unusually dark paintjob. Its v friendly towards other Earthmovers, although it does talk shit about them it its handlers and very favorite other earthmovers. Point thinks of the city on its back as an honor. During the war it developed an unusual rest/fight cycle, where it would charge up its batteries as much as possible during the day and ambush other Earthmovers at night. It's still nocturnal, even after the fighting's over. Point is energetic and polite, sometimes coming off as a little overbearing to other Earthmovers. It also lives for the drama, so Point and Requiem will insist to rest/travel together as long as possible. Also because they are in love.

Hope this helps! Love these '''''little''''''' scrunklys.

[kibykibble]

google docs will be set ablaze with my typing speed. "Four Day Grace" will arrive Soon™️