Three Goblin Art
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
RMH
occasionally subtle
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Xuebing Du
if i look back, i am lost
will byers stan first human second
sheepfilms
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@mcrkipliertv-aaa
( whos ruby? )
ruby/ember/sam is a reoccurring abuser in the rpc, more info under the read more and general tw.
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they have been trying to come back recently, and have been lying about me stealing their url. proof here and here. i made this blog before they made theirs and i have not changed the url here ever. so i once again say that if you are interacting with her in anyway do not come near me.
doodle. wilford&dark
Hey there darling, I just absolutely love your art style. It's simply fantastic. If you're still taking requests could I maybe suggest a picture of Wilford Warfstache in a flower crown?? I just love the way you draw him, please and thank you
I drew my fave bois
Yeets disaster law son-
Also this is 4 a thingy on amino :p
Could you,, maybe,, draw Actor? I don't care what exactly, just have fun if you do !!
Wanted to try my hand at GIF stuff and this spawned :’)
Som lil stylized doodles of som egos
◹ 📺 ( musekilled )
mike hopes that he’s okay someday too. every day the idea becomes foggier. a sober life, with a husband, wife, spouse of any sort, much less kids. there is no way that he could bring himself to a hospital again, so sobriety is nearly impossible without ending in death. he doesn’t bother to acknowledge the statement; he doesn’t want to lie to yancy.
he smiles at the comment about others’ poor taste, moving to make some silly quip back, but as their gazes meet he quickly finds himself tongue-tied. god, how the time has passed, and yet hasn’t at all. they’re grown-ups and yet it feels like it was just yesterday they were laid together in bed.
the frown brings him back to reality, hearing yancy’s questions. he can feel an embarrassed blush creeping over his ears.
" uh - honestly, yance? i didn’t think that far ahead. i just … saw you before and wanted to come and talk to you. i … didn’t really realize how much i missed you until i saw you again, and - and i certainly wouldn’t wanna lose you again, so, um … basically, yeah, i’d like you back in my life. if you want me back in yours. ”
Mike’s pause and blush doesn’t go unnoticed by the prisoner. He’d always been good at observing, but especially with Mike, even after all this time, he’s sure he still has all of his mannerisms memorized. He also notices that he doesn’t say he’s okay. His appearance was enough of a tell to signal to Yancy that he wasn’t sober anyway, so he can at least piece some of it together.
His next words manage to fluster him, diverting his gaze a moment before he chuckles and smiles gently. He’s nostalgic and lonely. He’d give anything to leave right now and be with him again. His own thoughts caught him off guard. It’s the first time in years that he’s even genuinely thought about leaving here. Leaving the safety of the routine of the prisoner, where he didn’t have to deal with the possible chaos of the outside world. The idea of leaving is quickly retracted, though he meets Mike’s gaze again. ❝ O’course, Mikey. ❞ Yancy hums lightly. ❝ I’d be nice to- ah- get visitors now an’ thens. Don’ts really got anyone else comin’ to sees me. ❞
◹ 📺 ( actliving )
separated ? he’s tempted to ask , by what means is anything really separated from this ? the stories are not set in stone , of course not . marcus has far too much respect for his cast to not allow them to play their parts however they like ( aside from rare instances where it starts to ruin the fun of it all ) does it really matter what’s inside the box ?
it’s nothing more than another plot point .
. ❛❛ why tell me , then ? reporting like an errand boy that you’ve sewn your seeds in my story ? ❜❜ he asks quizzically , temptation , mind games , masks — hero , villain . they’re all just words in the end . ❛❛ have you considered that , perhaps , you’re the one who needs to listen , to consider his choices ? ❜❜
The other’s words are curious to him. As if taking what he said to heart and in fact considering why he is here, talking with him right now. He has no answer. Besides perhaps an apparently feeble attempt to annoy and irritate the director of the show by going off script. Poking for a reaction. He had considered himself above such childish bullying tactics, but perhaps . . .
A ripple and jerk of colors and deteriorating muscles. ❝ You act as if you are not the reason for my existence. Is it not understandable that I would search for some connection with you. Whether through violence or not, such as Frankenstein’s beast? ❞ It speaks in vague words, as it often had a habit of doing. One would wonder if it even knew what it was saying itself sometimes, but there would be no answer to that question.
❝ As for my choice, my pathways, I have not had much of a choice in recent times, backed into a corner such as a feral animal. ❞ An angered snarl starts to drip into the ends of his speech before he finds his composure again.
❝ If you wish for me to leave, I will do so. I have no more business here. ❞
◹ 📺 ( etvidentium )
YOU DON’T BLAME HIM . if anything , there’s a sense of relief along with your frustration at his ignorance . he might just be a good liar ( you’ve run into many ) , but for now , for the sake of this interaction , you’ll take what he says at face value .
one of them . your face screws , twists . your lips press together in a hard line – eyes shut . like an accusation , a truth you cannot prove , the words strike you like all of your countless deaths . somewhere , distant , glass SHATTERS , your body hits a hard surface , the crack in your glasses spreads , the blood on your cheek drips onto your shirt .
the gunshot , the ringing , the darkness that seeps into the corners of your vision . you’re being watched . always always always .
have you chosen a name ? you can’t bring yourself to type . all that you can give mark is a terse abrupt shake of the head . opening your eyes to look at the floor . YOU AREN’T LIKE THE OTHERS .
PRETEND .
Ah. The lack of response worries him, and he’s quickly sure that he said something wrong. Again, his obvious ignorance and naivety sinks into his bones and into a sense of utmost embarrassment. He was trying, each of them were so different yet the same. All he seemed to recognize but not quite. Distant memories that weren’t his own, or where out of reach from his current lifestyle.
❝ T-that’s okay. You don’t need to. ❞ He tries to reassure wanting to make up for however he had upset them. ❝ You’re welcome to stay as long as you need. The point is, you’re safe here. We have a spare room, or the van if that’s what you prefer. Lots of food that you’re free to take when you need it. ❞ Mark tries to be accommodating, a gesture with a hand toward the house. He hesitates to say his next words, unsure if he should actually address it or not, eventually coming to the conclusion that it was probably fine to just simply be a good host instead. They had seemed pretty forward, so if it was something they wanted to bring up, they probably would’ve. He hopes anyway.
GOT THREE THREADS QUEUED!! it isn’t a lot but it’s a start! hope to get some more done tomorrow night or on the weekend!
what did i miss?
(hey @dorkskittles, a rat man for u)
sorry i vanished for a bit!! i was working on nexiliis and my art!! but im gonna hop back onto here a bit and try and bump out a bunch of drafts over the next few days!!
I don’t know if you’re doing requests, but I feel like you’d draw a killer Bim Trimmer
this man will not hesitate
Dead on the inside, deader on the outside
Please take this bullshit actor doodle. I was so bored waiting for UA video, and my brain usually doesn’t work well at 4 am. I just wanted to test a brush that I’ve never used before. I swear.
