the little Triple Changer asked, looking up to the bearer of the death mask, only watching down to him with apathy in the moment. He didn’t hate him, he didn’t love him, he only used him. How pitiful.
cw : blood, robot gore (badly), implied abuse.
Transformers : Stranded ShockWave and Blurr animatic (inspired by this tiktok
(raw photos on my SG Discord.)
^ |__“Does he have a boner?” -My Dad
“NO!! —Brak is just holding him!”
sometimes, I look at art of others who I look up to and inspire me to draw, then I ask myself “Why don’t I draw like that?” But then I see another artist who draws it differently, but in a shade of way I do, then I remember that…I don’t have to draw like everyone else. It’s my art, and if it makes me happy, that’s all that matters, doesn’t it? I should really get over this, but it takes time I guess.
Height chart with main front refrence.
ZiM and Gir reference sheet + description.
i’ll also list Dib’s description if he got a refrencesheet.
” A super senior in his hiskool, Dib is jobless, carless, and washed up. He’s struggling with a bound of depression that he’s kept to himself for a while now. Well, ZiM knows as well, he makes him get up in the morning most of the time. He’s given up on a lot of his dreams for when he got up, and is now unsure if what to do with his life anymore. He doesn’t feel cared for, feels as if nobody likes him, hardly likes what he used to, and only finds solace in social media. Maybe he can get out of this mess if he just sucked it up. “
Yeah, that’s my au mostly. Fanfic writing? Maybe in the future. I don’t have a name for it.
Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad
Shellbeat sat at his drum set. The island's water had completely drained, and he knew he had little time left. He, Sponge and Parlsona were left in the dry abyss of the sky. "Par, why didn't you go with the others?" Shellbeat asked.
"I had to. I couldn't live knowing i left you guys here to die alone. I know one day we'll meet again. I'll live much longer than you two will." She said. He never knew she thought like that. Was she always that compassionate? Spunge them whistled the tune Parlsona and Magpi would sing. "I'll Make It somehow, I'll Go with the flow like water." is what they would sing. Parlsona giggled. It was nice knowing that they had each other until time would pass by. After moments of silence, Shellbeat stood up, and to his drum set. He began to play a beat, trying to feel something good like before with the others. Desperately tapping them to feel something inside. Parlsona wondered if she should join in, maybe she and Spunge could sing with him.
Read, They the Wubbox, at :
first, we got the cake from today. (Made by my talented sister)
The food
Next, a few gifts highlights.
And finally, a few shirts from my Uncle C!
When you want to make Christmas stuff but don’t.
I’ll post my beast break story down here in a second.
sometimes I just wanna scream. Put me in a noise-canceling box where nobody will here me, let me scream in pure mental anguish and cry for 30 minutes, and I’ll feel so much better.
Some Invader ZiM doodles and I kinda went off on a drawing tangent because the song was stuck in my head
We take asks for characters!"The Autism is strong with this one."
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