Why Didn't The Skeleton Go To The Dance? Cause He Had NoBODY To Go With!

More Sirius from whiteboard and then the full image below

For entertainment, while I'm on vacation, I've queued up some of my art to enjoy!

Here's the original doodles that eventually led to the creation of Bunni!

some more silly sketches to look at from the queue

Temporarily turning off anonymous asks. Just for a bit until either the amount of bot/scam asks go down or exams are over. Been having to delete two every other hour after having blocked the originals, which made them only default to going anonymous so I couldn't block

Got exams coming up with a truckload of work. Leave my ask box at peace!!

man, can't wait to get to writing these scenes. Just Ink and his little adopted son. Going for fast-paced walks, silly painting away to match each other, mimicking expressions, or just sitting and drawing away!

he's doing his best

Hello, I'm a Bread

Whatcha Bread today?

I've bread many things, like a silly romance comic. How about you?

So sorry about the delay btw ;;; Was originally gonna draw but lost motivation after doing a ton of whiteboard art

Have uh, this little guy I'm working on as an apology

this is so good. The art is simple and nice and I LOVE IT!!! Papil is excellent and the puns are MWUAH. And the story along with it????

You should totally go check it out

STTMH Drabble

Classic stirred from his nap and stretched his limbs out to try to rid them of the agony of sleeping on the bare, non-existent floor. He rolled his skull as he sat up, the blankets underneath him shuffling with his weight. The bare expanse of nothing spread out around him, broken only by the vibrant blankets scattered about. Groggily, he glanced to the side and sighed, crestfallen. 

Patch had not budged since Classic wrapped him in the softest lavender blanket he could find. The blanket reached his jaw, slightly obscuring the smudge on his face. He looked comfortable enough. 

Classic shuddered as he glanced at Patch's sockets. They were always steady in their position, never flickering or reacting to anything. Devoid of all life, they were horribly empty.

Classic wished Patch would show some sign he was alive. A twitch of a finger or a turn of the head- anything. Instead, he stared at the ground, his face as expressionless as when Classic had first met him.

* <PROMISE> ATK <PROMISE> DEF

* HP 99999/NULL LV 0

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Classic was getting desperate. It was his third time here, and each time, he felt himself going a little more crazy with no one to talk to. He learned after the first visit to bring something to entertain him, and due to the indeterminate amount of time Classic would spend with Patch for each visit, plus the lack of electricity or internet, Classic settled on books.

Most of which had been read before his nap and placed to the side.

Classic adjusted himself and leaned toward Patch, nudging the skeleton's shoulder, more out of a formality than anything. "ya know, it'd be great if you would talk back," he joked, watching carefully for any movement. After Patch made none, he scooted to lay some weight on Patch's back. Patch bounced a bit as he adjusted and straightened again.

"you like the blankets? i tried to get the brightest ones i could find, seeing how this place is all white." Classic cast a glance around them.

"i debated buying this banana yellow one, but it was so neon, you'd think it was made of neon. nah, i put that one back. think i did a pretty good job."

He glanced at the pile of books next to them and grabbed one of the smaller ones- one of his old joke books he brought up from the Underground. "wish you could tell me what kinda books you'd like. you don't seem all interested in reading, but i bet we could find something you would enjoy. i could read it to ya. i used to do it all the time with my bro. he still asks me to read to him sometimes. he has this old human picture book about bunnies- would that interest you? i could probably borrow it for a night."

Patch did not respond. He never did.

Classic flipped through his book, eyelights skimming over the pages lazily. He knew most of the jokes by heart, but there was something comforting about the crinkle of the pages- the result of Classic having spilled coffee on it an inexplicable amount of time ago.

"how about jokes, then?" Classic asked, flipping to a random page. "i happen to have some of the best jokes humanity's ever come up with in the palm of my hand here. wanna give it a shot?"

Hiya, uh, training dummy! (Oh I hope that's not offensive) What cha doing?

They got confused about what you were asking. But usually, they stand in a spot (or move to another) and allow you to save in that area with the star on their chest! They can also retract their arms back into the wooly stuffing.

And calling them training dummy isn't offensive at all! Though you can shorten it to just 'Dummy'.

Anom the future super hero.... or perhaps they'll become a villain? We'll have to see!

man i love my little comic sketches. they're so silly