Ending 2023 with this "draw your comfort characters like this" art challenge

(none of them would talk the whole trip lol)

Happy new year!

The Prince

This isn’t fair.

Current Wick sketch appearances: 5

A little wip from a happy boy

bone voyage!!

Wait what's happening with Wick in Postman's new S-tier?

Why are they changing them? Or I suppose not changing them.

Ann's cat changes breed all the time with her skins and Brooke Rose doesn't even stay as an owl like 70% of the time. Why is Wick being a different breed for once a problem?

I heard that apparently the CN fanbase was complaining, but I have no real connection to over there. I have no idea if that's actually true.

Why is Wick so adorable I love her

how much souls.. for the dog!!?

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there seemed to be little reaction from the dealmaker other than a few blinks, before a small frown flashed on his face as he shook his head lightly - leaning over to the left side of the counter where an empty space that presumably lead to the room behind was. snapping his fingers, a few wooden planks flew out from the back - spinning around for a brief moment as the same golden light that was used for the building’s entrance began to faintly glow before it brightened, directing and reforming the wood into a sign with words ‘painted’ onto it that shined - wick is not an available wish. said dog yelped a bit in surprise, hopping down from their stool and looking over at the sign.

leaning back over to face the other, the dealmaker shifted his arms behind his back and snapped.

as I have said before - I will not accept any deals regarding wick’s residence. they will stay with me inside of otis, no matter how many souls you may offer - it will not be entertained.

specter tilted his head thoughtfully with a small sigh before snapping again.

but perhaps I could interest you in my wares nonetheless? it would be much better if you left with something that you can keep, dear customer. why not look more around? all except for wick is for your viewing.

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Hope you all have a Happy New Year and that your year is full of good things for you.

doodles of wick, pets, and smol kurt

(the pic with mini hastur is based on this)

Do you enjoy Wick? She isn’t stealing too many treats is she?

"Ah, Wick is a sweetheart. I don't mind her being around, she's great company.."

"As for the treats, she's not eating too many, d-don't worry..."

She says this while shyly hiding a bowl full of treats behind her.

(Beth spoils both people and animals confirmed. Also I wasn't feeling well enough to fully color this forgive me OTL I hope shaded lineart is alright..

Ganji’s great at the bansuri, he’s just really frustrated right now.

I had a crackhead idea at 3am this morning and by crackhead law I have to follow through with it when I can

postman angst

hi i don’t write very much but i finally had time to do this so !! cw // death  Victor ran as fast as he could towards the person helplessly tied in the chair. The fire was getting terrifyingly close to the rocket that would soon blast them away. He didn’t like the thought of a burnt body raining down from above.   They locked eyes for a brief moment, the both of them almost relieved. But just as he reached his shaky hands out the chair activated. Victor’s expression shifted to one of terror, he can only assume the poor soul who just took off did the same. Wick stood behind him, obviously scared of the loud noises that filled everyone’s ears. He turned to the dog in an attempt to reassure her but his own fear grew as he heard noise coming from behind him.   He stood as fast as he can, grabbing Wick and preparing to run. A distorted electronic sound erupted and he almost fell to his feet - a mixture of distress and comfort. It was the life-sized doll of the mechanic. The friendly robot looked like it had gone through its fair share of beatings, but was still running somehow. The queen was chasing quickly after. He fumbled to gather himself, Wick hopping onto the ground and attempting to guard him. The tall woman drew her sword, preparing to strike. Without any thought behind the lifeless eyes, the doll moved in front of the postman. The doll was destroyed, pieces of it scattered on the ground now.   At this point, Victor had started running, his companion chasing behind him. He fumbled through the letters, dropping the ones he wasn’t looking for. Letter after letter, he swore he didn’t even think he carried that many. Finally, he found it, the one with the large door printed on the envelope.  Just as he began to give it to Wick he fell with a sharp pain in his back. The queen laughed as she pulled the blade back, eyeing the gash she made. Mary shook the knife attempting to rid the excess blood that dripped onto her dress.   Victor crawled a bit away before realizing he couldn’t make it any further than this. He gripped the letter tighter and motioned for Wick to deliver. She seemed hesitant but went along with her training as a good post dog would. She didn’t dare watch what would happen to the man, just aiming to get from Point A to B.   The Mechanic was trying to decode one of the multiple ciphers left when she heard the barks of Wick. This letter looked unlike any of the others she had received before. She opened it, revealing a map of the location and a large door circled. It looked to be hidden in a maze of walls. She nodded and began to get to the location. Tracy was already injured badly, she could barely run, much less save him. She tried to urge Wick to join her but by the time she looked up from the letter the dog was already gone.  Victor saw the small dog hastily approaching him. His heart sank - curse her loyalty. He wiggled in protest, even if it was useless. Wick was next to him now, setting her front paws against his leg as she whimpered softly.   The man felt his insides shrivel up a bit as he nodded in encouragement as he always did to show her he was proud. His own way of saying ‘good job’ as any other person would. She seemed satisfied with that as she calmed down the smallest bit. Loyalty was one of her best traits, even amidst the smoke (and small sparks that had burned Victor’s arms a bit) and the chaos she stood by his side, waiting.  He noticed the rocket getting closer and closer to shooting and he attempted to move Wick away, at the very least she wouldn’t be hurt.  She whimpered once again, trying to walk back to him but to no avail. She barked rather loudly this time. It hurt him to do this to his best friend, someone who’s been by him for so long.   He urged her to follow Tracy, and do the same as she did before. If only he could reach the letters again.   Victor continuously motioned as best he could to get away from him and to leave. Leave this awful game. He brought them into it, if either one of them was going to get out it was going to be Wick.   He slumped a bit, the restraints being the thing that kept him from folding against himself. With this, she stepped back a couple of feet. Immediately he perked up and nodded quickly. She stepped further, and he continued. So she ran. Just as she bolted the chair flew off. Quickly, Wick found Tracy who was beginning to climb down a ladder into the escape hatch she found. She gazed at the dog and scooped her into her arms, carefully taking her with her.