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hey hello, i'm nav! this is a try of an art account and i don't know how tumblr works! :] — esp/eng, he/them, 18↑. casual art; multifandom, silly ocs and rp stuff sometimes. use credits if you use my art, thank you.
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SIDE ORDER RELEASE DATE, AAAAAAH. Good motivation to resume the publications, and it was time to show Perla's amiibo project with her Octo Expansion clothes.
Matching Marina's amiibo, of course (because they're girlfriends-). I have yet to paint both, but I hope to show you the result soon <3
It's funny because I haven't finished showing you the figures of this batch (there are four) and since Side Order arrives in a month, I'll have to start working on Robopearl, on Off the Hook from Splatoon 3... Work piles up.
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FECHA DE LANZAMIENTO DE SIDE ORDER, AAAAAAH. Buena motivación para retomar las publicaciones, y es que tocaba enseñar el proyecto de amiibo de Perla con su ropa de la Octo Expansión.
A juego con el amiibo de Marina, por supuesto (porque son novias-). Tengo pendiente pintar ambos pero espero enseñaros el resultado pronto <3
Es gracioso porque no he terminado de mostraros las figuras de esta tanda (son cuatro) y como llega Side Order en un mes, tendré que empezar ya a trabajar en Roboperla, en Cefalopop de Splatoon 3… El trabajo se acumula.
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tweeter: https://twitter.com/MeowMeowKissy/status/1750336544295010563
newgrounds: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/nyamimi/tat?updated=1706148185
deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/milkittychan/art/Tat-1014171352
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seeing how people treat artists on twitter is so fucking disheartening. artists are an integral part of our culture, why do these people push so hard for us to be irrelevant? creating art from our own hands is something inherent to the human experience and yet people think fucking AI of all things should replace genuine artists. god.
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the people have spoken
sorry cuz it's just a sketch 😔
(also i forgot glitchtrap's whiskers in the last drawing)
sketches of the buggy buggy yellow bunny cuz i like him and i'm trying to practice, inconsistent style here we go
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maybe he shouldn't taught them anything...
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How about Vanessa and Gregory age/roleswap! :0
Bonnie can take Freddy's role, but Freddy is still Gregory's favorite-
Roleswap
Bonus: some hairstyles i considered for Gregory
#I COLORED DR RABBIT WROOOOOOONG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#smol vanny is just kickable in a good way i love her
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I had this cute thought in my head, basically Gregory’s getting ready for bed but recently he’s been having trouble sleeping, so Vanessa decides to tell him a story she made up, when she ends the story she gives Gregory a forehead kiss, Gregory a bit shocked at first then says he loves Vanessa and she says she loves him too, meanwhile Freddy is just listening and is so heart melted.
Bedtime Story
i got a teensy bit carried away;; I wanted to make something from the scenario you gave, but have it be closer to my characterization of them. hope it's okay!
wonder what Freddy wanted to tell her...
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hiii forgive me for not posting much lately i got the flu and then IMMEDIATELY got covid which is Unfortunate but here are some flowey doodles i think i forgot to post
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COLLAB WITH @therealsnowball1500 !!! I did lineart and they colored :3
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sketches of the buggy buggy yellow bunny cuz i like him and i'm trying to practice, inconsistent style here we go
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maybe he shouldn't taught them anything...
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you followed me back, i'm honored 😭
may i ask, what was vanessa's first reaction when she saw ggy? or freddy's reaction when he saw them both?
dude i'm honored you followed me in the first place egjodk Also, I haven’t written anything in ages, but your question seems like the perfect chance to write something :)
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There was no sound coming from Gregory’s room.
Vanessa stood outside, dinner in one hand and the other raised to knock. Except she couldn’t because there was something… something wrong. Just earlier, she’d been helping Gregory direct his friend through the ruined Pizzaplex. He’d been near hysterical, fearing for her life while instructing her over the walkie.
Freddy was helping them too—his knowledge of the Plex’ interior still came in handy, all these months later. She pressed her ear more firmly against the door, listening for any noise. A second passed, then two, then three. Nothing.
The absence of their voices was unsettling.
Vanessa tried to ignore the twist in her gut, the unease that crawled down her spine and left goosebumps in its wake. Her knuckles rested on the wooden surface of the door, shaking despite her efforts to keep it steady. She tried to take a breath, to steel herself—it was a fruitless endeavor.
The air was thick with tension, so much so that she felt like she was suffocating. There was something in the silence that coiled in her stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. Calm down. Vanessa didn’t want to think anything went wrong in the few minutes she’d stepped out to make dinner, but after everything they’d gone through, she couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario.
What are you so afraid of?
She knew exactly what she was afraid of. The image of purple eyes staring back at her was burned into her memory, keeping her up at night and haunting her dreams. She remembered countless sleepless nights, reassuring Gregory that she’d never let that virus hurt them again. Promising him that it was over, that they were free and they were going to be okay.
It had to be over. She can’t—she can’t let Gregory go through that again. And… she doubts she’d survive that hellish experience a second time. Maybe I’m being paranoid. It’s not like it’d be the first time. With that thought, she forced a shaky sigh through her mouth.
What are you so afraid of?
Nothing. It was nothing. Her tongue felt numb and her throat tight, but she squeezed the words out anyway. “Gregory? You okay in there?” she asked. It came out haltingly, her nerves bleeding into her voice. A few, painstakingly long seconds passed where nobody responded.
“Yeah! Cassie made it out!”
The sound of Gregory’s voice flooded Vanessa with relief. She finally let herself breathe, the tension lifting from her shoulders. “I’m coming in! I brought dinner. Hope you don’t mind ramen—I wanted to make something quick so I could get back to you,” she said. She twisted the doorknob and stepped through the threshold of Gregory’s room.
What were you so afraid of?
He sat by his desk, legs swinging in a carefree manner she didn’t expect from someone who was itching to go to Plex himself half an hour ago. Then again, it could just indicate how happy he was that his friend was safe. “Oh, Freddy’s battery got low while we were talking, mind taking him to his charging station?” Gregory asked. He’d already gathered Freddy in his arms, passing him over to Vanessa.
She set down the bowl of ramen on the desk, taking Freddy from Gregory with a smile. “What am I, your errand girl?” she teased, pulling a giggle from the young boy.
“Sorry. I just need to make sure Cassie’s really all right,” he said. Vanessa nodded, already making her way to the door. She was a step away from the doorway when she glanced down at Freddy, a thought pausing her in her tracks.
“…Wasn’t he just fully charged a couple hours ago?”
As soon as the words left her, it was as if the air itself had gone still. The dread that cooled to a simmer in her moments before came to a boil, her arms growing heavy as she stared down at Freddy. Only then did she notice his face—she’d seen Freddy on low power, and this dull, wide-eyed expression was not it. No, this looked more like a forced shutdown.
Just as it seemed like her world was submerged underwater, and she was drowning, drowning, drowning—pain exploded in the back of her head, sending her toppling down to the floor. She groaned, barely registering that she’d dropped Freddy. Her arm stretched out towards him when a second burst of pain forced her to curl into herself, cradling her head. Her vision swam, but as she looked up at her assailant, a new kind of pain overtook her.
Purple eyes.
It’s exactly what she was afraid of.
“No,” she croaked, whimpering as those eyes drew closer to her face. Without realizing it, she’d started to scramble backwards—at least, she tried to. The sharp pain blooming in her skull made it difficult to focus, and yet, she couldn’t look at anything other than those purple eyes.
“I hit you pretty hard there, huh? You’ll probably get a concussion, but nothing too serious!… I hope. I still have to take you back to the boss. Ohh, you look like you’re gonna pass out any second now…”
His voice—Gregory’s voice—faded away, the ringing in her ears overtaking every other sound. Still, just before her eyes rolled up into her skull, she managed to pour all her grief, her pain, her despair, into two whispered words;
“I’m sorry.”
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