I drew the gang,

my horrible hybrid of all of them

i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding

they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together

over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.

i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.

the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.

my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.

i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.

the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.

Sorry i havent posted in a while LMAO

been feeling shippy

Some very serious and professional dance practice

Ok so in the latest post i drew I was bored and had to do it on the computer, ms paint, which looks kinda ugly, so i tried to do it on ibis paint, phone. Imo looks better! i am still learning some please tell me some tips and tricks!

Because i officially got two comments on my last Riz post mistaking him for beast boy, ive drawn them together <3

I wonder why

Underrated Duo within The Bad Kids…

No but actually the Gorgug and Riz interactions this season have been making me very happy they are so very sweet and the best friends ever,,, Enjoy this piece based on a very old drawing of them (which I will never share because it looks. bad. Haha)

I don't think that's how it works, Berdly

Zuko: And finally, allow me to introduce the Avatar, Aang.

Aang: Ambassador Aang.

Zuko: Ambassador of what? You’re the only member of your nation.

Aang: And whose great-grandpa’s fault is that?

Zuko: Touche, ambassador.

Aang: I changed my mind now I’m King Aang.

Zuko: What.

Aang: King of the Air Nomad.

Zuko: That doesn’t even make any- whatever. Let’s just proceed with the meeting.

Vice President Aang

Zuko: Wait, who’s the president then?

Aang: *lifts baby Tenzin*

Aang: Don’t forget Lord Momo of the Momo Dynasty.

Zuko: I am not calling him that.

Aang: You’re disrespecting his dynasty, Zuko.

Zuko: Since when does he have a dynasty?

Aang: Well, most of it is gone, now.

Zuko:

Aang: Because of your great grandfather.

Zuko through gritted teeth: Your Momoness.

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Reblog if you pronounce “Papyrus” like “Pa-pai-rus“

(Pai as in the word “Pie”)

Reblog this if you pronounce it “Pa-pii-rus” (Pii as in the word “Pea”)

This is a social experiment.

friend chip….

how do you draw wet hair

okkay. i was going to make an actual tutorial thing to help u but i frogot what i was doing so i drew the most pathetic little wet cat beast imaginable. on accident. so sorry

they pourt wader on him

No one vro😭😂😂😂🔥🔥

Translation:

Hey, people. Today we're cooking a little puppy to serve with the rice we have over there. We let it simmer for a while.

Ten minutes later, there it is, a bit brown, we stir it a little and let it simmer for another 10 minutes.

Now it must be almost done... Yeah, it's almost done to perfection. I'm gonna give it 5 seconds more... Uh? My mother's calling, I'm gonna check what does she want.

Oh, damn it...! I left it like 5 minutes... (gasps) it's burned, it's burned it'sburnedit'sburnedit'sburned. We'll have to leave this recipe for other day. No, look how it ended up! it's charred, completely charred