dont think just yet that i forgot about the scu enjoyers in the crowd (first two images are rp smp art so umm. no context just enjoy)

hey slimebit fans (all 3 of us) welcome to 100dzh slime/ q!cellbit yaoi. im normal pilled

SCU Council designs pt 1!

The god of Crafting, Smelting, Food and Enchantment

Some headcanons!

He chirps like a slime :)

He’s got the vibes of a Greek/Roman god

Holy symbols: sickles and wheat (farming go brrr)

He looks mostly humanoid, but his arms are slime and can stretch like a sticky hand

His cape thingy can morph into a moth wing shape to fly (maybe? Idk I like the idea of Slime with moth wings/elements but I also kinda like him without wings)

Feel free to ask for any more headcanons in my ask box if you’d like ^-^

"i could fix him" "i could make him worse" yeah well I could make him so mad with a squeaky noise that he banishes me to hell for 200 years we are not the same

100 days

(1 year redraw of this old drawing)

Charlie: I need life advice.

Bizly, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

There should be more 100 days fics where Charlie doesn’t die in the end and just ends up living with the other survivors in his base playing cards with occasional Schlatt being a menace moments

do you think he knows?

This AU has not left my brain for weeks so imagine the DSMP x SCU au but now like different. I might make it a fic honestly-

In this AU, Tommy never made it to techno in exile. He stayed. Tommy gets so tired and desperate to be loved again that he starts doing things he thinks Dream will like, so he burns his things early. He sets up a campfire and throws whatever was in his inventory into the fire, tears hitting the flames and limping back to his tent to sleep. A loaf of bread, an enderpearl, an iron pick, and the leather from his newly exploded cow farm. The campfire turns into a soul fire before fading back to orange. In old times, this would be a ritual, but Tommy knew none the wiser as he went to bed.

Meanwhile, Bizly, an ancient God of a religion long forgotten, gets up one morning. He had stayed in this building for nobody knows how long, all his brothers dead or missing. He was limited to his mortal form. Without believers and sacrifices, gods become weak. He gets up and stumbles out of bed to feed Beewee, a ghost dog whom he longed to talk to again. He walks outside the church that had crumbled in time and sees at his doorstep... gifts. A cows pelt, something relating to him. Bizly picked it up and felt power coarse through his veins again. Bizly thought they were all forgotten, he turns to Beewee, smiling for the first time in centuries, maybe 1000 years even. They had believers.

Worked on this for like three weeks? Colouring was a BITCH but ta-da! My pain is quantifiable!

wanted to do a little timeline for my slime design, mostly just his hair (and the fact hes scu slime in my head)

Literally cannot stop thinking about the slimecicle cinematic universe

variations of slimecicle (Happy birthday to the gunky man himself!)

When SCU!100Days go brrrrrrrrr

Inktober Day 30: Grave

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