skipping dinner (to your great dismay) to help your himbo professor uncle decode a cipher he found in a chronical of Icelandic princes
Omg I love this hdjdhffhhf ✋💀
Slender: adopt some children, they said.
*from the other room*
Toby: IT’S SPREADING
Kate: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!
Masky: Now let’s stay calm and not panic—
Ben: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER! GET THE ANTI FLAME THROWER!!
Jeff: IT’S CALLED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Nina: *assorted yelling*
EJ: *demonic screeching*
Slender, without breaking 'eye' contact with Splendor: it’ll be fun they said
A teaser for you:
/I wanted to post only the finished version but I couldn't help myself and decided to share the sketch with you too!!/
Captain Jack Sparridew, Quartermaster Jolly Roger and prisoner Ralph. Gonna color this soon!!
Now this, this is ART
I had such a stupid dream last night.
So for context my English class recently read a book called lord of the flies (pretty good piece of classic literature btw). In the book some kids are stuck on a tropical island to fend for themselves. In my dream Ford, Old Man Mcgucket and Stanley were there too?? The same age as they are in the show? Not as a part of the boys' group but just kinda doing their own thing??? Instead of trying to get back to civilization or anything logical (which they absolutely could have done since it's mentioned that Ford has a SUBMARINE at one point) they build some kind of house. I'm not even sure if they try to help or interact with the kids whatsoever. At one point I vividly remember that they make bacon and a little boy sneaks into their house and steals some. Half of the dream was just me reading Ford’s weirdass journal entries about his experience in this place. Ford's submarine got attacked by a pterodactyl at one point and there was a whole page dedicated to it. I sincerely apologize to William Golding and Alex Hirsch for the existence of this post.
Finally did some art for my Octobermine story!! (I like the lighting difference in each photo…)
literally skateboarders on college campuses don't fear death or god. no brakes no handles just a blank faced college student hurtling past you faster than a semi truck on the interstate weaving through crowds iced latte in one hand speeding into traffic and dodging cars like a fast and the furious movie. they approach a 200 foot drop and you're begging screaming for them to stop but they just go right over the edge and ride down the entire cliff face at a 90 degree angle and skate off like it's nothing and not a drop of the iced latte has spilled
I've just realized it's been over a year since I started this blog. I started it as a lotf fanpage but it has slowly morphed into a multifandom blog (I still adore lotf tho :)) and I just wanna say thank you to all of you guys who have been following me since the beginning and a huge thank you to my mutuals who made me feel welcome in this lil community <33
Thank you from the bottom of my heart :')
Jack - ‘Regards,’
Maurice - ‘Ciao,’
Sam - ‘Thanks,’
Simon - ‘Best wishes,’
Roger - no sign-off
Ralph - ‘Kisses,’
Eric - ‘Peace ✌️,’
Piggy - ‘Sincerely,’
(Yes, these include emails to companies like Amazon.)
i think my neighbourhood deserves a sitcom because there’s
me, the teen blogger
a house with 8 nuns
a drug dealer who drives a hummer
a scottish man who only ever wears a kilt and mows his lawn at 3 am
an elderly couple who drive everywhere on their lawn mower
a peacock who has been roaming the neighbourhood for years and no one knows why or where it came from
Simon: Hey, Ralph, what's up?
Ralph, after explaining to a littlun for the eighth time today that they're not going to be eaten alive: My blood pressure.