#doodle paper

[ihni]

I am very saddened. For years now, I've been doodling on the same kind of paper (I, uh, commandeered some promotional paper drawing pads when I worked in the paint store ...), but now the day has come when I've run out. No more of those left. I'll ... I'll have to find some new kinda of paper, I suppose.

RIP, best doodle paper in the world. You have served me well.

[wirecat]

doodle papers as well as some life advice free of charge!! :D

[animmania]

so... i my or my not have made another OK KO oc. this is kyle. hes the one that invented rock and sock in his late teens. he dosnt get alot of  sleep becuase of them tho. they are pretty energetic 

[animmania]

sorry for not uploading yesterday. but to make up for that have two daily character desgins. top is jimy a some what cowardly dedicative  and ty a pirate merman

[nautalass]

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Well, if you gave me a full notebook, I might actually be able to fully get back to work on the project I started before I–

…Actually, probably best to ignore that for now…. I think. I dunno. Love letter? Ideas for Hallowee- Oh shoot. That probably doesn’t even exist anymore.

I need to really think on this one…

[snarkyurlgoeshere]

The Hot Air Balloon.

I found a hot air balloon once. I didn't really know where it was to be headed, but it wasn't going anywhere when I found it. It was just on the ground. It looked a little sad, even. I'd never been in a hot air balloon. I asked it kindly, and it swayed its large head, nodding its permission. I set foot in the basket, holding on to the sides. I didn't know what to expect; I took my time, as if I would explode once I was inside. I didn't. The hot air balloon lightened up as soon as I sat down on the floor of the basket- it seemed as though it had been a very long time since someone had truly enjoyed its sanctuary. It groaned a welcome, and I smiled. I closed my eyes and leaned back, imagining what it would be like to actually fly in this beautiful thing, my wondrous friend. I got onto my knees and peeked over the edge of the basket- there wasn't a soul in sight. I petted the side of the basket; Are you up to it, babe?

As if it was answering, the balloon leaned towards the wind, aching to fly, to show me the amazing sights I'd been to fearful to explore. I untied the rope, and felt myself rise with the balloon. The butterflies in my stomach and the tiniest spiders in my veins were set aflutter, as everything began to shift. I was in the sky, in the blue, blue sky, before I knew it, and I didn't ever want to leave.