#flop plop

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Here’s a more complete introduction artwork of my OC, Flop Plop. Inspired by Huggy Wuggy, with the base idea coming from Russ Hugs toys. 🙃🙂

(Low-key… he’s my favorite 🌛).

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I think the first one can be considered a double handshake 😂

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Here's another piece with my little favorite… I just really like him, okay?

Uh… do you think he’s a tiny bit hungry? 😅

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Thank you, @the-angriestboy-in-town, @formsearcher, and everyone who got this to 10 reblogs!

We’re really happy to create for you!

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We all sometimes need a little help relaxing. I’ll probably get mine once I decide what color this cute hugging bunny will be.

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A Dramatic Reading of An Awful Poem

A Tragedy

Theophilus Marzials

Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop. Above, beneath.From the slimy branches the grey drips drop, As they scraggle black on the thin grey sky, Where the black cloud rack-hackles drizzle and fly To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop On the black scrag piles, where the loose cords plop, As the raw wind whines in the thin tree-top. Plop, plop. And scudding byThe boatmen call out hoy! and hey! All is running water and sky, And my head shrieks -- "Stop," And my heart shrieks -- "Die." *          *          *          *          * My thought is running out of my head; My love is running out of my heart, My soul runs after, and leaves me as dead, For my life runs after to catch them -- and fled They all are every one! -- and I stand, and start, At the water that oozes up, plop and plop, On the barges that flop                               And dizzy me dead. I might reel and drop.                                                 Plop.                                                 Dead.

And the shrill wind whines in the thin tree-top                            Flop, plop. *          *          *          *          * A curse on him.                             Ugh! yet I knew -- I knew -- If a woman is false can a friend be true? It was only a lie from beginning to end --

My Devil -- My "Friend"I had trusted the whole of my living to! Ugh; and I knew! Ugh! So what do I care,And my head is empty as air -- I can do, I can dare, (Plop, plop The barges flop Drip drop.) I can dare! I can dare!And let myself all run away with my head And stop. Drop. Dead. Plop, flop.                                              Plop.