SoftSpooken

Big truck just went by… now it’s gone. Well, there you go folks. Looks like another busy morning. Monkey Business hours: Monday-Tuesday. Actual business all time else

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a field where you can run forever

[A Mr. Myers WIP that may never be finished]

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the movie had scenes with really nice lighting tbh

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I got something for that-

beyond that, what a cute, murderous short story - franchise - guy.

I love that lil shine on his temple; feels like being paid double on a holiday.

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Originally planned on posting this at the beginning of the year (as well as a bunch of other works I've done in 2024), but around then, police seized my family-house so I ended up forgetting: focused on other matters, as one does when that happens.

For anyone feeling mad discouraged: look at how busted the sketch was. The same canvas - just existence vs effort, and never doubt, or under-appreciate, your effort.

[also I'm selfish asf cause the finished case is for me, while the brighter/sketch phase was for a secret santa thing I dropped out of :3

-the best, SketchSpook]

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shhhh... have a little wip snippet of a page of med/pyro doodles

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The folds in the clothes have me choked. Such tiny antlers and they look like mittens! "and they all had mittens on" I love his smile :] heu.... I thoroughly enjoy this medic's head anatomy and the shading is such good nostalgia I can't remember where I learned the familiarity from. Some good ole boys out for a romp.

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drunk. we be good. chill boutta do some tf things and just fine

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Look the Dragon in its eyes

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The Father of Hell

Watched Hazbin and Helluva the other day. No expectations really, never paid much mind to it until watching, but I'm head over heels for the Lucifer there; love the little guy. Did a "redesign" for fun; feel waaaay fonder of the OG, however.

Apologies to this tumblr account. Been having a rough time with job bouncing and instability, but I'm trying as best as I can since I don't want to just leave this account all dried up like I have. I'm going into a far better place, so I plan on just going apeshit with it once I can utilize my time. I want more Michael myers, more tf2, more dbd, just the absolute works. I want to draw Gummigoo from the digital circus, even. I want to commit to all sorts of things; the passion is there, our time together just... isn't there yet, yet.

This particular Lucifer Morningstar of mine, though he's rushed, I still have attachments to and he's got his own lil tidbits. Listing them below for my sake (VERY long, he's my boy and I wish I could dedicate more to him other than a one time post):

As tall as an redwood tree: the floor of the seven rings used to be stairs for him before he expanded and relinquished them to the other sins.

He played a huge part in giving the other sins their forms - mutilating himself in the process to ensure they had a foundation to build on. Legs to Asmodeus. A piece of his chest, down to his core, for Beelzebub. The original eyes on his face to Mammon; he's got enough to spare. (All I got atm)

His wings got fried like chicken on his way down and instead adopted heavy drapes to compensate for the weight of his wings being largely gone; part of him now, but he's able to take it off... roughly the weight of the moon.

Can't speak, no mouth! It's all telepathy; Charlie is the only one that he can converse with at length without fear of giving hallucinations for days to (at it's worst, schizophrenia indefinitely). Not actual words, just images of things and emotions not designed for things other than angels. It's lonely being at the top.

Even though his legs have been replaced by a tree-like entity of himself (crafted from the remaining ashes of his wings), he can teleport wherever he likes, but the ground is a little weird after, aside from the pride ring.

He can shrink, but never pass 20ft; goes blind after.

His hair tastes like apple dumplings and will keep you fed for a century! (Charlie's only snack once every 100 years)

In his presence, one feels watched from every angle and you are! Thoughts and emotions aren't safe from him. He already has dozens of replies, via symbols and mental images, at the ready for however you choose to voice yourself to him.

Be not afraid: though he can't converse with hellborn or sinners at length, he's a gentle giant. You're an imp from the wrath ring that wants to know what stars are? He has a vast amount of knowledge and know-how (He helped create the universe!) and he'll offer you a memory so far from earth, humans will never see it. If only he could get out more without destroying your farmland wherever he teleports (it won't grow back). Also a pushover. A rug you have people wipe their feet before entering. He was rebellious, outspoken once; never again.

The snake around his waist is the key to his... most "extreme" form. Face of a "Leo." They don't call him the "dreamer" for nothing - if you know, you know.

His violin and bow, the Morning and evening star. Lucifer and Noctifer. No strings, but upon playing, is a melody that Heaven can't replicate. He can spontaneously create without, but upon forgetting about it or it just leaving his mind for other things, it disappears; his violin is what gives substance for his dreams to continue existing without him. He hasn't played it since expanding the seven rings.

His fingers, how do I describe this, can grip both ways: put a palm on the back of his hand? His fingers can hold yours as though you were touching his palm.

His "ducks" are rats and gerbils (just cause one of the stray flames I drew of his hair looked like one and I didn't have the heart to get rid of it)

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Mr. Myers

Another piece I threw together like nobody's business. Not the cleanest, but need not speak on it.

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"Sounds like someone missed"

-> Jack Harland, Lucksman.

A little something I put together, under the wire.

Slipped from memory I'd made an account here. Was in the process of job hunting and apartment searching; almost lost the time. Be a nickel before I can come by spare time to deposit into this place again.

Moments After:

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Mr Wick :]

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spy crab :]

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Moon Knight screen redraw :]

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More tf2 oc thingz, just for the time being. These are a little dated, actually. I just haven't had enough time throughout the work week to bring my creativity to fruition.

So many ideas, such little time. Mandatory overtime is a real kicker.

When it comes to this here post... Beau is princess bride over there. Darien is the discount Dean Winchester here. There's Jack as Mr. sunglasses. Finally, Mr. Amos is ol' greybeard :]

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Beau Delacroix - My Blu Spy OC

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too full off indolence to finish rendering

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Posing for you :)) Take his picture?