#<- but baby. small. puntable.

[ratcandy]

alright baby after a full SEVEN HOURS, here's a rough little thing .

When I first got Shamura in my cult and realized they had seemingly completely lost their memories, I was just immediately reminded of this scene from Bojack Horseman and. well it plagued me for AGES until I finally went insane to make this thing.

'cause i mean . angsty ass men who have so much pent up rage towards a family member who treated them poorly but cannot properly express it due to said family member lacking any memory of it. amiright

some frames i like:

#not that I think Shamura was anything like Beatrice but u know #the whole imprisoning him for eternity thing #also take a shot every time the proportions on either of their designs goes COMPLETELY out of wack u'll be dead in seconds #anyway. good lird this took forever #but it's out of my brain now so i'm normal again #clamart #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #i mean. the other bishops are there briefly. do i tag them too? #yea ig #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #<- but baby. small. puntable.

[itbe-jess]

I swear, R2 is just so frickin’ cute! I always see fans gushing about how cute R1 Rayman is. Don’t get me wrong, he is adorable, but I wish the same energy was applied to R2 Rayman.

Look at this squishable skrunkly; That puntable small stature, fat round nose, and little egg shaped feet… In low poly, he looks like a cuddly wuddly teddy bear! I wanna wrap him up in blankets like a burrito and feed him Hostess Cupcakes everyday! 💞

I think R2 Rayman doesn’t receive the same treatment as R1 Rayman due to how well-mannered and mature he is. Well, I don’t really care. I say he is a baby! He looks like a baby, and I will treat him like one!

#Rayman #video games #Rayman 2 #I wanna smooch that big honking snoot! #Look at dem eyes! Look at dem!

[apples-of-apples]

Top 5 puntable Digimon

How did i not see this???

5. Gladimon - is a sphere

4. Mamemon (full lines) - all spheres. might explode

3. marine angemon - small and easy to hit

2. all baby digimon - :)

Pandamon - its personal

#digimon #thanks for the ask!!

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I feel like I constantly have to emphasize that no, I don't headcanon Bill as a teen for any weird shippy reasons with the kids. I just think it's funny when he's small and puntable and also I like the concept of an immortal child who never grew up and rejected reality as opposed to the likes of Mabel, who didn't. I also like examining his actions through that specific lens of a kid who's never grown up, but still likes to put on the facade of being this suave dealmaker. A child in grown up's clothes, because nobody would take him seriously if they knew what he was really like. A very small being, forced to puff himself up to be big and terrifying, like a prey animal with an evolutionary trait to ward off predators.

Plus if he got into a fistfight with Dipper, it'd be Baby Fights. And that's always funny to me.

#Hayley Speaks

[infinitystation]

i’ve been avoiding drawing techno at anything but a front view for so long bc like.... WHAT DOES THE SNOUT DO????????

#I DONT GET IT #i also wish my version of techno didnt look so puntable #SOMETHING ABOUT HIM JUST LOOKS SMALL AND THE SIDEVIEW DOESNT HELP JHSKFHJFJ #i mean i guess techno is a scrawny dude but like #everything i draw is too baby. i wish i could give him at least a LITTLE bit of menace #im so bad at expressions. i just wanna take like a whole week and reword how i do expressions entirely #i wanna put feeling into something #i also wanna make more dynamic stuff... but geez foreshortening is something i’ve tried to grasp for Y E A R S #anyways enough rambling. there’s some doodles #doodles

[bimbocore]

I know like two things about transformers, so enlighten me of your blorbos and such

YAAAS OK SO (most of these are based off of IDW (2005) continuity characters so bear with me)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

GOD THERES SO MANY but probably Rodimus, he's the one I relate to the most, he's just so ADHD all the time and he has so many Moments, like the time they were playing hide and seek on a spaceship and his plan was to "paint himself space color and stand in front of a window"

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Tailgate, he's small and adorable but also old as fuck and has a big purple boyfriend, he's puntable but in the most affectionate way.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

NOBODY talks about Rewind, I fucking love Rewind. He's an archivist and records basically everything with a little camera on his head, he's described as excitable, trusting and mischievous and also he's like the Token Gay (everyones gay but like he and his boyfriend Chromedome are like THE established couple of the series that isnt a slowburn)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

I'm cheating on this one but Rung. HIS WHOLE JOKE is that he basically fades into the background and is a universal constant but no one ever remembers his name. He's amazing and is Definitely Not Important To The Series Whatsoever I Promise (I dont) BUT I LOVE HIM, hes a twinky little therapist too so thats hilarious.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Starscream is practially the defenition of a poor little meow, he's a pathetic fucking whelp who craves the attention and admiration of everyone, and will lie, cheat and manipulate his way to the top in pursuit of that goal and i LOVE HIM

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Riptide maybe, he's canonically the dumbest fucking person in the world and I'm going to exploit the hell out of that

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

I have a GREAT list of characters that i fucking Hate with every fiber of my being for various reasons (racism mostly) so heres a list of the most awful cunts in the Transformers Comics

Overlord (slaughtered an entire prison complex, wiped out entire planets, bit the head off of a gay character just so he'd stop screaming)

Tyrest (nearly fucking thanos snapped the entire universe but instead of everyone equal he specifically targets a minority group for religious reasons)

Star Saber (religious fanatic who actually honest to god proposed the idea of an "atheist holocaust" i am dead serious)

Getaway (no spoilers but GOD i hate this guy and Rodimus does too)

Prowl (he's a cop and also he's legit THE most fucking HATEABLE CHARACTER IN THE WORLD, he's the reason why basically fucking everything, and he also mocked a widower (Prowl is literally the reason WHY he was a widower at the time) and then got thrown off a cliff I hate prowl so much its unreal, he also flips tables when hes angry)

#jude.ask #please i recently reread the comics #I hate hate HATE the bitches in the transformers fandom #but these comics are my life legit #i also wanna point out #when i made an interpretation of guy towers #i very heavily based him off my interpretation of Riptide #just a big dumb surfer dude #jude.txt

[artpocalypse]

thoughts on Burai? :3c

7/10 on the puntable scale. He is Small and they could throw him very far like football

O shit!!!! thats en entire baby!!!!

A roumd boi. much cute. very precious

Probably good at taking care of himself but that never stopped me before

[looks at spheal] [looks at Burai] that's the same picture

Blue hair!!! very cool

YO BLUE ARMS

Does that mean he has like green thumb but for water plants????

Genderfuck buddy!!! We should make a club

Tae would kill him in the spot, bad babysitting idea

Blue is a very popular hair colour isnt it Should i dye mine??? Wait wtf that's a terrible idea i already dye half green

If i take him on my back for missions we could scale so many buildings. We could cause so many backouts. Electricity companies must hate him. So will villains

What happen if he is hit with lighting

Fluffy, fluffy boi

#thats en entire baby here ur honour #Burai #kim jimin #bnha oc comeback #bnha oc

[motleymoose]

Homecoming Pt. 3: Bits & Pieces Ch. 2

Chapter 2 Niceties in Flames

Fandom: The Mandalorian, Star Wars Universe Characters: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Gender Neutral Reader, The Child (Baby Yoda) Words: 3k+ Warnings: Panic, Anger, Angst Adjacent, FINALLY THERE’S SOME SIGNIFICANT FLUFF

Summary:

Panicking is not the best thing to do in these circumstances. But you know what? I'm going to do it anyway, any chance I get.

Notes:

Thank you for continuing to read this fear-fueled panic-fest!

Be prepared, all you polyglots out there - some of the Mando'a I made up using a combination of mandoa dot com and lingojam. It isn't perfect, and it probably makes zero sense. But until google translate has a Mando'a option, you're just gonna have to deal with the nonsense (unless, of course, you absolutely know your way around the language. I am all ears for some tips)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Homecoming Masterlist

Big green ears greeted me with a friendly waggle as the tiny, wide-eyed creature clawed its way out of the Mandalorian’s grasp and half-fell half-climbed down the beskar armor to the floor. It peered calmly up at the dumbfounded Mandalorian, meeping softly. At once, all of the resentment I had been holding dissipated. I had never seen anything like it, yet I wanted to safeguard it from everything else in the galaxy.

Perplexed at the sudden emotional assault, I took a careful step back. Maybe it was a creature that could influence my thoughts towards it? I didn’t know what those types of animals looked like, but I had heard stories. Stories that never turned out well for the beings duped into protecting the creature.

“Wh-what is that thing?” I asked, unease edging into my voice.

Looking over to me, the bounty hunter inclined his head in bewilderment. “He is a foundling.” The visor dropped my gaze, focusing on the thing at his feet. “He wants to - meet you.” And then, to the thing, quietly murmured, “You sure about this, kid?”

Huffing in answer, the critter - no, child? - waddled briskly up to me, stopping just short of my boots. He leaned back as far as he could, contemplating me with his immensely warm obsidian eyes. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I finally broke.

“Uh, what now?”

The child looked back to the bounty hunter one more time. The Mandalorian sighed in defeat. “He wants you to pick him up.”

I nodded nervously. Of course, that made total sense. The kid was short. If he wanted to meet me, he needed to see me face to face. Didn’t mean I was comfortable with the idea, seeing as he might be able to mind-control me. Anxiety began to eat away at my insides. I didn’t want to become some mindless, slobbering zombie to something as cute and puntable as the little green child in front of me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I haltingly took another step back. The kid followed, gaze intent.

Frag, frag, frag, it would’ve been better if he’d just get the mind controlling over with instead of waiting for me to do something erratic and stupid. It was as if he wasn’t -

Oh for Force’s sake! Barely able to contain my utter disbelief in myself, I facepalmed and groaned quietly. I still had all my normal paranoia. Logically, that proved the kid wasn’t trying to control. If he were anything like the stories, both the bounty hunter and I would’ve been dog food long before now.

“... you okay?” the bounty hunter grunted.

My head shot up at the noise. You’ve got to be doshing kidding me. In the onset of my panic, I’d completely neglected the fact that the Mandalorian was there.

“Yeah, I’m fine. So fine,” I muttered, embarrassed.

Right.

Mind made up, I lowered myself to sit cross-legged in front of the child. Now that I was at the little one’s level, I held out a hand, palm up, and smiled weakly. “Su’cuy, ad’ika,” I greeted him. The child’s eyes widened in wonder, and he grabbed a finger in each of his small fists, cooing animatedly back.

Glimpsing out of my periphery, the Mandalorian had moved closer, standing within arms-reach of the little one. His breastplate visibly moved with each breath, and I got the feeling he was very uncomfortable with the interaction.

The child, giggling at nothing in particular, dropped my fingers in favor of my knee. He clumsily grasped the wrinkles in my borrowed jumpsuit, pulling himself to stand on my thighs. Flat little feet, three-toed to match his three-fingered hands, curled into the fabric. The warmth of his little body was comforting in a way that I couldn’t recognize, and I had the sudden and all-encompassing urge to protect him with my life.

Chubby hands made quick work exploring my mostly-empty jumpsuit, only finding a clean rag and a half-consumed rations packet in one of the chest pockets. Disappointed in his discoveries, the little one tugged at the front of my tunic and with alarming dexterity, shimmied his way up to my right shoulder. He perched there, one foot in my face and the other kicking at my shoulder blade, happier than a mudhorn in the rain and giggling trilly.

“You little scamp,” I laughed, tickling the toes in front of me. The child tittered, wiggling away from me. He managed to swing his leg over my shoulder, clinging tightly to my back.

Chuckling, I reached behind me to find his little feet again. “Think you can hide from me back there?” I was met with a shrieking laugh when my fingers grazed the kid’s stubby legs.

“He likes you.” Startled, I released the child and halfway rose. I had all but forgotten about the bounty hunter, and his modulated voice was jarring after all the happy sounds that came from the little one.

“I bet you say that to all the bounties,” I replied dryly, the bite in my voice softer than what it had been before. Did I have to like the Mandalorian? No, a big ol’ negative no matter how many surprisingly nice things he happened to do.

But the child, well. I could rein in my attitude for a little while, just for his sake.

Shaking his head once more, the baffled Mandalorian stepped around me and the child and slipped silently into the cockpit.

“Is he always so chatty?” I asked the little one, gently scooping him into my arms and returning him to his original spot on my right shoulder as I stood up to follow my taciturn host.

The child burbled incomprehensibly, which I took as an absolute agreement, and held onto my ear as I settled into the co-pilot’s chair. His little green body radiated warmth, providing solace that I didn’t realize I needed up until now.

I snuggled my face into his little cloth-covered belly. The child squealed in delight, slapping the side and top of my head excitedly. Snorting like a dewback, I grabbed the little guy and pulled him to my lap, tickling him until he wriggled out of my grasp. From the floor, he practically rolled to the Mando, patting him animatedly on the knee.

The Mandalorian was at the controls, tapping something into the Navigation. He promptly stopped what he was doing and reached down to pick up the child. Cooing in delight, the little one set his tiny hands on the bounty hunter’s visor for a long few seconds before pointing at me.

“Fine,” the Mandalorian sighed. He got up from the pilot’s chair, setting the child carefully in his place, and disappeared through the door. I could hear the faint clanging and rustling coming from the back. Quirking my eyebrow at the kid got me a slobbery grin, so I made a face. I was still making faces at the child when the hunter snuck back in, a lumpy package in his hand.

“Here.” He dumped the cloth-bound parcel unceremoniously into my lap.

My hands closed on it automatically. It was heavier than its size suggested, and even though it was lumpy, I couldn’t tell what was wrapped inside. I didn’t know what else to do, so I gaped at the bounty hunter. “What-?”

With a sigh that could’ve extinguished a thousand flames, the Mandalorian picked up the child and plopped heavily into the pilot’s seat while nestling the little one gently in his lap. “Open it.”

Fingers curling possessively around the bulging fabric, I dropped my eyes once more before speaking. “Why?” My heart skipped a beat, clutching the bundle to my chest.

“Just, it’s yours, okay? Open it,” he replied gruffly.

For whatever reason, my hands trembled as I undid the neatly tied knot holding the fabric all together. After a few fumbling attempts, the Mandalorian impatiently reached over and nimbly plucked at the knot. It fell apart easily, and he settled back into the pilot’s chair.

Unfolding the fabric, I was greeted with a delightful yet disorienting surprise.

“I thought...?” There, neatly bundled in the rough fabric, were all of my tools and parts I’d had in my jumpsuit. I couldn’t believe it. He’d saved all of my stuff. Heart swelling in anticipation, I sorted through the jumble of wires and wrenches and screws, my eyes sharp for a familiar silvery glint. But the more I dug, the more my heart sunk. It wasn’t there. My pendant, the last remnant I had of my home, was gone.

“Where is it?” I gargled, my tongue suddenly much too big for my mouth. “Where’s my necklace?” Dread blossomed in my chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the hunter huffed in annoyance.

The little one cooed softly, catching my attention. He was slumped in the Mandalorian’s lap, snoring gently as he dozed, completely unaware of the tension spiking in the room.

I lowered my voice, frowning. “My necklace. It’s on an old silver chain. A Mythosaur charm.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “It’s from my caretaker.”

The bounty hunter froze, one hand poised over the flight panel. The little one stirred in his lap, and he laid a light hand on the child’s back to shush him. “What do you mean.”

A little flame of ire licked it’s way up my spinal column. I remembered having it when we got back to the ship. I remembered the steady, solid thunk of it swinging against my collar bone. He must have had it. It couldn’t have just gotten up and walked away.

“I want it back. Now.”

Turning his visor to me, he tucked the dozing child into the crook of his injured arm. “I don’t have it,” he warned in a deep-throated growl. “Everything you had on you is either ash floating in space or there.” He nodded his helmet at the bundle in my lap.

“Then where is it?”

“It’s a big ship,” he replied, turning back to the controls. “Things get easily lost.”

In my haste to stand, I barely caught the bundle of tools before they hit the floor. I turned on my heel and stormed out of the cockpit and down the ladder to the cargo hold, clenching my hands so hard that the steel and wire and other debris bit painfully into my hands.

Why was he lying? Could he even lie? I couldn’t recall a time where he wasn’t truthful, but that didn’t mean this time couldn’t be different. I tossed my beloved kit onto the bed and began sorting through it in a more organized and methodical manner. My favorite multitool, tiny spools of wire, the odd screw. My entire kit, from the biggest wrench to the tiniest washer, was spread out before me. Everything I’d had in my pockets had been returned.

But where was my necklace?

The pendant was a relic of Mandalore, and any Mandalorian worth their salt would recognize it for what it was just by the shape of it. I didn’t know the history behind such a symbol, only the little piece of information my caretaker had told me when he’d fastened it behind my neck. ”Ibic cuun aliit. Ibic cuun aliik. Ad’ika, bic gaa’taylir gar o’r buruk.” I didn’t understand what he’d meant at the time, yet I knew that it was important that I got the necklace back. It was a sign of allegiance. And that could have value to an outsider.

As I turned these thoughts over and over in my head, the guilt heavy on my shoulders, I inspected my tools for damage. But no matter what item I picked up, I couldn’t find anything remotely wrong with any of it.

Which was super weird, considering I’d been captured, beaten up, caught in a gunfight and then injured while on the dustiest and most polluted of planets in the sector. Surely my tools would show some sort of blemish or stain - probably my blood, in all seriousness - but they were clean and sharp and repaired.

What the ever lovin’ frag?

I didn’t want to add a whole other question to the pile that was already massive.

That meant I actually had to confront the doshing bastard.

I clambered up the ladder, face hot with anger and humiliation. “Hey, Mando! Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” I seethed when I entered the cockpit.

The bounty hunter bristled at the controls. A shiny domed pod floated motionless at his elbow, the opening facing the door. Inside slept the child, covered lovingly with a worn blanket, his soft breaths coming out in steady little puffs.

Swiftly rising from the pilot’s chair, he crossed the cockpit in one stride, reaching me before I could blink. With a rough shove to the chest, he pushed me into the engineering compartment and slid the door shut.

The room was full of wires and blinky lights and tubes of varying sizes snaking their way in orderly chaos to other parts of the ship. I took a short instant to gape and ogle in awe at all the shiny tech. For such an old ship, the hunter had outfitted the Razor Crest with some wickedly stars-quality mech. Enviously drooling over the fairly-new looking alluvial damper valves and definitely new motivator wiring, I almost forgot the reason I was back up here. Facing down a glowering Mandalorian.

Right.

“Why?” The spite on my tongue tasted off but pleasant, and it welcomed the rising ire with relish. “Why did you fix my kit? Frag, save it for that matter, after all the doshing kriff you’ve put me through?” I hissed. The anger was becoming its own being again, a beast uncaged and wanting to inflict hurt.

Standing like a statue in front of the door, the only sign of life was the tapping of his gloved fingers on the cuisses. Not a reaction I’d expected from a bounty hunter. I hoped for equal anger, shouting, maybe a sucker punch. Anything that allowed me to physically unleash the rage and fear and blasted confusion roiling unpleasantly in my guts.

A small sigh escaped through his vocoder, and he began to fidget with the wrist fastenings on his gloves, pulling at the fingers one at a time. The familiarity of the movement, such a little, almost automatic thing for a warrior, made my heart squeeze painfully, briefly tempering my anger, and I couldn’t help but picture my caretaker.

All of the things that reminded me of my warrior, the one who’d kept me from certain starvation and subsequent slavery, were all but nonexistent in this one. His brusque manner and indifferent attitude made me long for the kind words from the man I called buir. But he was gone, long ago abandoning me to the whims of the colony. More than anything, I hoped he was dead. At least that wouldn’t hurt as much.

Clearing his throat, the bounty hunter angled his visor to gaze at the converter panels blinking peacefully above my head. “Most bounties, when I bring them in. They - they plead innocence. Try to buy me off. Run. But you,” he paused, inclining his helmet to look me straight in the eyes. A shiver went up my spine. “You were the first quarry to ever accept your guilt. You didn’t fight back, you didn’t beg to be released. You just… took it so - so sincerely that I -,” The rumbling timbre of his voice, both rich and gravelly, cracked, making the vocoder buzz in protest. He took a shuddering breath, returning his gaze back to the point above me. “I knew the warrant was… off. No private entity pays that amount of bounty out of concern. I’ve done things like that before, awful things I can never take back but,” he stopped again, bare fingers tapping slowly and deliberately on the cuisses, gloves grasped tightly in the other hand. “I - I’m sorry. I about got you killed out of a sense of misplaced duty. You warned me, but I didn’t - couldn’t trust you, not then.”

I gawped at him in astonishment. Of all the things I figured would come out of that masked mouth of his, never in lightyears would I have thought it would be an apology. Closing my jaw with a snap, I swallowed and thought back to all of my tools he’d saved and repaired and cleaned.

My gaze dropped down to my boots. I still didn’t understand why he was being so… so… not a bounty hunter, but now wasn’t the time to question it. Never look a gift Tauntaun in the mouth, or something like that. A rustle of fabric was the only indicator that the bounty hunter was waiting for me to say something. I inhaled deeply.

“Th-thank you,” I whispered. My breathing came easier. My head felt lighter. Frag, even the atmosphere seemed brighter.

The Mandalorian didn’t reply. I mean, why would he? He’d saved my life - albeit being the one who endangered it in the first place, but that was neither here nor there at the moment - and patched me up. He fixed my kit without a word. He was bringing me with him on whatever he was doing on Nevarro, a decision that I barely understood to begin with. If anything, he deserved a little thanks for not killing me or letting me die when it would have been the easiest, and possibly the best, choice to make.

The Mandalorian still hadn’t made a sound by the time I was done with my internal debate. He was probably as surprised as I was at my capacity for gratitude. Maybe there was a way I could pay him back, and I decided to propose my services right then and there.

Steeling my nerves, I peeked up from under my lashes. The engineering room door was wide open, and I was completely alone among the blinking lights.

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Notes:

”Ibic cuun aliit. Ibic cuun aliik. Ad’ika, bic gaa’taylir gar o’r buruk.” - “This is our clan. This is our sigil. Little one, it will help you when you’re in danger.” (please forgive me for mashing a bunch of words together)

Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? - Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?

#moose writes #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #mando #mando fic #mando fanfic #mando fanfiction #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #star wars #star wars fic #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars universe #star wars universe fic #star wars universe fanfic #star wars universe fanfiction #anger and frustration #fluff #flangst

[7ngelbox]

No, please ramble go on I wanna hear this. -Bozo mun

OPP DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL ID POSTED MY HCDUMP

fingerguns its cool tho i got more headcanons, cryptid edition

i should specify that by cryptid i mean the more “non-humanoid” creepypastas, or the ones that might be classified as animals. the slenderbros for example wouldnt be here because theyre just not part of this group. yeah, my creepypastas have cliques lol

mr widemouth is the only creepypasta im keeping as exclusively targesting children, only because he’s really, really bad at it. Most of his antics end up with maybe the child needs therapy or a hospital visit to stitch up wounds (still bad but almost never ending in death) and ONLY because he’s very easily puntable. he’s like, only slightly larger than a furby and is just as light. nobody really knows where he came from as he’s pretty young as far as the nonhuman creepypastas go. jeff speculated he’s some type of fucked up haunted furby, though. I’m inclined to agree. he is good for jumpscares though, being so light and small. he’s not allowed near sally or ben because he’s verbally nasty towards them and is enemy of the splendy. seedeater gets along well with him (ONWARDS MIGHTY STEED). smile does not (GET OFFA ME YOU STUPID MUTT)

seedeater is still a raccoon. still just a creature. theyre probably the most animalistic creepypasta there is, only barely able to say a few words and most inclined to fuck off on their own and was the one to bring EJ into the fold. they’d actually found baby EJ and somehow raised him successfully(?) enough until he was old enough to start figuring stuff out on his own. seedeater will obey ANY commands so long as food is involved. seedeater is also notoriously hard to kill. they have been seen losing entire limbs and having them back only hours later. they’re about waist height on all fours, and are absolutely bony underneath their mane. they loafs

smile’s pupy. He’s ALSO waist-height, with the added bonus of being bulky. he’s very mild-mannered and can talk to others psychically but doesnt talk to humans (other than jeff) due to the corrosive properties he has on them. nobody knows why Jeff’s immune. smile loves jeff very much. there is no real hierarchy in the creepypasta circle but somehow smile is in charge of most of the cryptid pastas. sometimes he arranges meetings between the cryptids and an uninvolved creepypasta will walk in and have like 10 creatures staring at them until they fuck off. smiles.. smile, does look about as cartoony as i draw it. there’s no defined lips and it doesn’t really look like it can open. nobody’s seen smile open his mouth either (ignore if ive drawn it before)

BOB is fast and exclusively hangs out wtih the other “cryptids”. they completely ignore anyone not in their little group, and is very much in platonic wuv with momo. BOB is completely nonverbal except for wordless yelling and is scary fast. He’s physically strong, too, easily able to mow through fences if he decides not to hop them, though he easily gets caught in barbed wire fences (no hands to untangle them :(  ). 

momo’s very amicable and can talk normally. she’ll be friendly enough when the human group wanna hang out but only really seeks out the other cryptids. she’s very fond of BOB and can often be found hanging off his shoulders since she’s not very fast. she doesn’t really understand that taking other peoples stuff is wrong, even when told repeatedly and will often steal blankets/pillows/food to make nests with and eat. she’s a cuddle bug :3

eyeless jack is an honorary cryptid because of seedeater, and sometimes hangs out with his “dad/mom/parent” during cryptid-only gatherings. he’ll come with if they need someone to open doors sometimes 

the rake, aka “honey badger but it looks like a fucked up old man kind of”. they’re VERY anti-touchy unless they initiate the touch and likes to ride on seedeaters back (theyre fluffy). they’ll give the same treatment to smile sometimes but smile likes to hang out with jeff and jeff likes to try to push the rake off. jeff does not like sharing smile >:(. the rake can talk albeit weirdly, their jaw/mouth is only just capable of speaking hoomantalk, and so they have to repeat themselves sometimes. you know the rake likes you when they decide to play koala on you. depending on your size, this can be very impeding. 

i thhhiIINK THATS EVERPONY? i kind of wanna do something with grinny but i feel weird about it cuz im familiar w op (not personally but) and i haven’t seen spinoffs enough of them to be comfortable fuckin w them. how does he n pencilneck not have any sort of spinoffs whn their webcomic was a big part of my childhood. wheezes

#creepypasta #not art #proxymorons

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Omg Valtteri is a MIDGET BABY compared to everyone else utxitxitdudr (says the 4'6" anon

(( He’s very small!! He’s puntable!! ))

#ooc #ooc.