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So uh... I got a little inspired by a certain Billford animation by @marineflamez . Just, the movement, the colors, the emotion in Ford's face that blends so well with the song! I wanna put it in a box and shake it vigorously.
But since I physically cannot, I made fanart, but with my Bill design.
Close-ups below the cut!
When I say editing software is getting dumber, this is what I mean.
In what world is "What dinnered?" more legible than "What happened to dinner?" I just... what?!
So uh, I fell back into old hyperfixations. I took inspiration from the sad state of the Sans decal on my highschool backpack.
I've had this backpack for 4 years. It's been through a lot. And so has Crushed!Sans. I'll probably just start calling him Crushed for convenience. Below are the wip drawings, and below that, the story of Crushed.
Okay, lore time. Heed the tagged tws for this.
Crushed became the way that he is now due to some save file corruption. Well, the permanence of his injuries at least. Long story short, after enough genocide runs, Sans had a "what if" thought. "what if I sat this timeline out?" So, he essentially threw himself off a cliff. Frisk saw him do this, and reset before he could dust, but after he was injured. In doing so, cemented his injuries as permanent. Sans and Frisk's theory is that the injury caused enough of Sans' potent magic to flare up at the same time as Frisk's reset, that they canceled each other out. Thus, everything but Sans' injury was reset.
Sans explained to everyone that his wounds were caused by an accident, that he slipped and fell face-first into some rocks. Almost everyone believed him, no questions asked. Papyrus and Alphys were suspicious, however.
Papyrus has known Sans way too long to think that Sans would just let himself fall off a cliff like that. He knows that Sans' mental health isn't the best, and that he struggles with depression that suddenly got a lot worse with the past few days pre-injury.
Alphys also knows that while Sans may be lazy, he isn't clumsy. With an HP of 1, he can't afford to be. Not to mention that with wounds that were actively bleeding magic, he shouldn't be alive, let alone not Fallen Down. She knows that something timeline related happened, but Sans won't say anything to her.
(Un)fortunately for Sans, Frisk decided they'd had enough genocide runs. Feeling guilty enough from causing Sans' current state, they did a final pacifist run and broke the barrier. On top of that, they broke the reset button to prove to Sans that they were done resetting. Sans was both relieved, and disappointed. On the one hand, he won't have to see all his loved ones die again. On the other, he's stuck like this.
My c!Tommy design! There's a lot of tiny details in here that I'm proud of. This took me a long time to do ngl.
A redraw of a scene from cooking companions in charcoal pencil! I haven't drawn horror since like 8th grade, and cooking companions was a great inspiration to branch out once more.
Small comic I made based on a scenario where Techno and Tommy (who breaks out of prison) come together to object the beeduo wedding.
A birthday card I drew a year ago for my bestie's 17th birthday. It has Ghostbur, Friend, and Eli's minesona.
My older dsmp Ranboo design with closeups! The legs are missing a joint at the hip and a tail (which would put a lot of strain on their legs) which is why I consider it outdated. Nothing else from this design has changed though.
I also had taken time out of my day to figure out how the enderman jaw would work realistically thanks to my anatomy teacher. If y'all want I can draw a diagram of the mechanics, like the muscles and bones and such. Just leave a comment or mention it in a reblog and I will :D
Drawing of dsmp Tubbo inspired by Dodie's song "Monster".
Little detail that I couldn't incorporate into the drawing: Tubbo's right eye (the missing one) is replaced by an enderpearl gifted to him by Ranboo. It acts as an emergency teleport and keeps his eyelid from collapsing into the socket, much like a glass eye would.
First try at drawing realistic wings ft. Techno preening a sleepy Philza's wings.
Yes, all of those lines were done by hand. Yes, my wrist hurt like a bitch afterwards.
Some doodles based around a dsmp rp server I was in. Long story short: XD reset the server so people had their memories wiped (except Dream), though some retained more memories than others. Slimecicle encountered a Wild Tommy™️ in the woods with his pet raccoon and immediately adopted him. Dream is a dick, Tommy is traumatized, Clementine just wants chicken, and Slime is trying his best.
Yes, I know this blog has been dead for like, 2 years now. But Twitter hit the fan (not that I'm any better at posting on their) so I've returned to posting on this hellscape. Starting with older drawings. Going to try and space these out to one a week, to give me time to draw some new stuff while these automatically post.
This one is titled "Somber Ghost Jam" in my files. It's of Ghostbur singing and playing guitar to Tommy as he tries to get some time away in exile.
Behold,
My Revivedbur design. He looks a lot like his son and I think that ups the creep-factor a bit. Makes him more unsettling.
A pale man sits alone in a solitary subway station, curled into himself with his back pressed against the stained concrete wall. His ghostly gray hands cover his ears to shield them from the crackling PA system and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights that flicker above him. His fingers are forever dripping with blue. The same blue used to paint tallies upon the walls and scribble questions and statements directed at people who can never answer. The same blue that oozed out of the perpetually open wound in his middle, a reminder of the death they embraced, an inevitable consequence of actions he can’t remember but left permanent marks on the world he’ll never see again. He yearns for that death once more.
A pale man attempts to drown out the rumbling of oncoming trains that never arrive with his own wails. Pleas for a vessel to arrive and take him back, for the masked conductor to apologize and admit there had been a mistake. Cries of anguish about broken promises of comfort and safety by a boy he was sworn to protect, a boy they saw as a little brother. Screams to the endlessly grinning monster who decided he was no longer worthy of dwelling among the living, exchanging him with the one who made the conscious choice to rot in the limbo designed to torture Him for all eternity. Whimpers begging for the companionship of a Friend blessed to never be able to return to his side.
A pale man sobs. His tears sizzle and burn along his cheeks. The pain of his sorrow is all he can feel and unlike Him, he prefers the numbness. He takes a shaky breath he doesn’t need of air that doesn’t exist. With fingers that drip with blue, he draws a tally.
A pale man forgets. He sits in Jubilee Line, mourning a life that wasn’t his.
Another doodle; this one I find quite cute!
I haven't had much time to draw lately, so doodles will suffice.
Last request from Bear, F5 c!Schlatt!
I think this was my favorite overall. I don't draw characters flustered very often so this was quite fun. I really like how his design turned out and I had to look up some things for reference, but I think I did a swell job.
