This is Sundae_Mcsnuggle and welcome to my blog, I draw mostly Smg4fanarts 🍝✏️ and may or may not answer your questions [my apologies im a bit busy these days and so on] [will probably post once a month]
Well well well...look who ELSE has finally joined the party of having a full reference sheet!! That's right- GENDERBENT TOOM- IWGDJUQUXKKQHC [GETS SLIMED]
Managed to doodle out my hc designs for em! They aren't perfect but they're mine ^^
Now for some hcsss
I like the headcanon that Zack looks the most like wpnz, but honestly my personal hc is that he would look the closest to Karen! With the slight difference of having wpnz's blush/eye shadow marking
I feel like Katie would look the most like wpnz, vibe wise at least, I gave her yellow eyes, A darker more navy blue, and stripes to make her look more like a wild cat! My wpnz design also has stripes so it matches w that :)
Cory leans more towards Karen side of things, with the more splotchy fur pattern and bright green eyes (if you could see them) but I did make them the tallest and I imagine they'd be around wpnz's height when they're older
Right now Zack is taller then katie but I imagine katie has a grow spurt around the ages 12-15 and passes him (it stays like that for the rest of their life, Zack peaks at age 13 height wise 💔)
When the kitties where a lot younger, Zack was the most attached to karen, he also used to do that thing cats do when they grab your arm, wrap themselves around it then playfully bite you
Cory likes ballet and sticks to it until his late teens, he is really strong leg wise because of this (also probably because of wpnz too but mostly ballet)
Katie and Cory like to watch my little pony together, Zack says its lame but secretly likes it too, katie's favorite is twilight sparkle, Cory likes pinkie pie, and Zack likes rainbowdash!
Oki that's all I have for now I think, might do Karen and wpnz too idunno, hope you enjoyed!
The van’s radio crackled over every twist and bump, cutting through the drone of tinny pop tunes, but she hardly paid it any mind. No, she was elsewhere, lost among the myriad things plaguing her mind.
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The kids needed dinner. Should she stop somewhere? God no, forget that- she didn’t have the money for that, especially not with the very overdue electric bill hanging over her head. If she didn’t pay that tonight, there’d be hell to pay if Katie, Zack and Cory couldn’t play their Minecrafts—oh, SHIT, and there was that parent-teacher conference next week! She’d just started this job, she couldn’t already be requesting time off!
Down and down she went into herself, lengthy to-do lists uncoiling before her. Like the heads of the Hydra, she’d lop off one item, and five more appeared in its stead in the neverending nightmare of day-to-day MUNDANITY-
KLUNK.
The van hit a pothole, and dipped. The ensuing pitchy swells of radio static finally brought her back to reality. With a grunt, Karen slammed her fist on the dash. The sound cleared harshly, vehicle shuddering from the force. Her attention left the road for only a second.
When she looked up, headlights. Oncoming. No—not headlights.
Eyes. Yellow. And the glimmer off of a very unmistakable gauntlet, with large segmented fingers ending in barrels, crowned with a spiked knuckle duster.
Him.
Karen’s heart clenched.
And she punched the gas.
The van accordioned against the shape in the road, which gave more than she expected, flung further down the road with weighty clanging. Karen was jerked into the steering column, the little air left in her lungs forced out on impact. She about fell out of the vehicle, circling the devastation. The van was certainly nothing to look at, with its stripping paint, and tires that tilted this way and that with each rotation. It was on its last legs on a good day, but it was reliable.
As if to confirm her worst fear in this precise moment, the engine sputtered, and belched out a curtain of smoke.
Karen dragged her nails down her cheeks.
Here lie The Van, reduced to scrap metal.
Karen suddenly became all too aware how alone she was, despite present company.
He’d put himself back together. He’d come to take her out, and then he’d go after the kids—
Her muscles stiffened, strung tight as a bow in anticipation of his thundering approach, her inevitable dance around a hail of bullets, and for his steel fists to beat the life out of her. This time, for good. Here also lie Karen Katphish. So eager was she to run her ex over, she’d trashed her only means of a quick escape on some backwater-woodsy road in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
Karen swallowed her fear. It didn’t go down easy, but neither did she. If she was dying tonight, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be without a fight.
She grit her teeth, and whirled around.
No gunfire greeted her. Only the last croaks of static from the van’s radio. Or...no. Not quite. Her ears swiveled. No, the van wasn’t the source. It was ahead, coming from whatever—whoever—she’d hit. Karen’s claws extended with each step she took toward the sprawled heap, only getting close enough to get a better look. What she’d seen hadn’t been a figment of her overparanoid imagination. It was hisgauntlet, hell, his legs, too. Who they were attached to, rather, weren’t attached to, wasn’t quite what she expected. Crumpled before her was a tall, lanky figure with an oddly-shaped head, limbs twisted in and over themselves like a fleshy pretzel.
...Wait. She knew this guy.
Karen squat next to him as bafflement replaced caution, though her claws remained unsheathed. There wasn’t exactly a wealthof citizens with old-fashioned television sets for heads in the Mushroom Kingdom, so there was no mistaking it: it was that kooky shop-liftin’ Rookie from Walmart!
How’d he end up with his limbs, though?
And what the hell was he doing here, runnin’ around in the streets at night?!
Karen straightened herself out, and gave him a nudge with her shoe.
“Hey! Hey, Rookie!” she called.
No response. She took the opportunity to look him over. The screen that’d previously displayed his face was badly cracked—whether that’d happened before or after she’d hit him, she couldn’t be sure—and displaying the distinct audiovisual flurry of white noise, apparently not tuned into any particular station. His antenna were broken too, drooping quite sadly this way and that. His clothes had seen better days, and that said a lot considering the last thing she even recalled him in was some kinda tacky orange jumpsuit. Her breath inadvertently quickened as her eyes landed once more on the parts that didn’t quite fit: his parts, undeniably attached, but worn almost decoratively. Like a-
Like a trophy.
Karen took a step back.
How the HELL had that clown-ass Walmart Rookie taken him out?!
I think one of the strangest facts about me, I can tell you all is one of my biggest hyperfixations is the content creator Brendaniel.
It's strange to think/say that a man like him is genuinely one of the things I fixate most on.
But I don't think you all really understand.
Brendaniel is a very strange man who I hold near and dear to my heart, because how his writing inspires me, he has a very recognizable voice, his comedy makes me laugh, makes me confused, makes me question my choices.
Trying to recommend Brendaniel to people is extremely strange, because yeah alot of the time he's a normal man, but when it comes to his writing, his chararters, his bits, and the general vibe of him.
It's just so unique to me?
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These are the two bits that stay stuck with me.
And the time his power went out during a live stream, so he posted a bunch of the most insane photos of himself to pass the time, I took almost all of thoes images and turned it into the worst fucking gif ever.
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Brendaniel is one of the most unique men I've ever encountered in my life, and I don't think he's talked about enough, and that is a darn shame.
Cause no matter what he's doing, he still finds ways to surprise me, make my head hurt in a good way, and so much more.
He's changed my life, for better and for worse.
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I've Made entire chararters based on just JOKES he's said, or simply one of his main channel videos.
I've made at least four in total, which I'll tell you about now.
I've made one character based on a small less then one minute joke from THIS video.
Here's the joke itself that gave me the idea.
And Here's the Character Artwork commissioned by my friend @weirdozjunkary (You can read about her here)
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Another Oc I've made based on this video from his main channel.
Here's the Character himself.
Nathaniel
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And of course my other two ocs I've made based on something brendaniel, aren't really based on a joke he's made, but are just inspired by him in some way.
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Like Brendaniel.EXE A Joke Horror/exe character literary just based on him
Artwork made by @lazy-charlielazy-charlie
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And of course, since it's his birthday I had to save the best for last, my selfship fan-child Xlex Grin.
art by @an-artist-place-for-extra-art
which is the result of me shipping myself, with a DND NPC made by and voiced by Brendaniel named Mr. Gold.
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And all that is just scratching the surface, Brendaniel influences my humor and so much more of me, and I'm glad he exists.
I just wanted to take this moment to reflect and think about how much he genuinely means to me.
Thank you for any one who bothered to read this.
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