Jimmy Was Doing Just Fine, Thanks For Asking.

convex stuff and .. yeah

hey gamers this is propaganda go read call of the void by @mawofthemagnetar its very good

Some Soup Group + Cleo doodles

Quick canary jimmy doodle

Huevember day 30: Golden Days of Gilded Helianthia ☀️🌻✨

30 of 30 days complete!! This is such a huge accomplishment, I feel really good! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along for the challenge 💖 I’m gonna go rest my drawing hand but when I come back I’ll be excited to see what comes next!

hellooo may i request some soup group (pearl, impulse, gem) if it isn't too much trouble :0?

just some guys for you

The homies are bonding

This Is an old comic! was posed originally on January 20th 2022. still very fun!

As always a transcript below.

*BONK*

/distant/ Zedaph: Guys? help? Impulse: Why is this just a thing that they do? Ren: bonding probably,,,

Tango: I just want to know how they always manage to get stuck... /distant/ Impulse: I'll get it this time.

welsknight has canonically eaten at least one diamond shovel which i think is near the top of the list of weird things hermits have eaten

He... what... pffffffffffffffffffffffft yep that's certainly up there.

So here's to the love one can find in the stars.

now this one I call "I just summited minecraft fanfiction as a final project in my uni class, and got away with it." But anyway, enjoy some create s2 boys

and a transcript below the cut.

To Fields of Stars

There lies a small community off in the new growth of our world, one covered in new technology where the cogs of machines spin with flowers building their supports.

Here builds an architect's fantasy, where houses will walk across the flowering fields, trains sound off in the distance, and the automatons will power the complex machinery of their engines.

There, lives the engineer afraid of the moon.

The one who chooses to work the endless nights away, left plagued by nightmares of destroyed homes and frozen voids. a moon that lies a painful reminder of what could not be saved.

Yet each night, when the engineer is too tired to deny, and the moon has become anew, his friend of the sheep brings him to fields of flowers and lets the engineer lie down and watch the sky.

The sheep strings together stories of how stars are born. elaborate tales depicting the nebulas that dance intertwined. Stories of how the constellations love.

Slowly, without the blinding eye looming within the night, the engineer lets himself sleep. Slowly the engineer forgets his fear. Slowly he learns of names hidden in stars.

Slowly, ever so carefully, the engineer learns again how to love the bright void around him.

i had an assortment of doodles and now you have an assortment of doodles :)