Oooooo Yeeeeee Aminationnnnn

Oooooo yeeeeee aminationnnnn

Look at all seemed assetsssssshsjsjsksksks

Niel as a nun ^^

In an alternate universe where she didn't grew up at the cult riddled village of Omphalos, I like to think that she helps out Lumpy at the convent. She didn't have any religious trauma and paints her heart away for her free time.

Click, Click Zesty Take a Pic! (Art Fight 2023 SPEEDPAINT)

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AN ADORABLE BLUEY DESIGN PLUS A FRIMKIN SCRUMKLY PLUSHY??????????

CONSIDER IT DRAWN-

ATTACK ON: artfight.net/~Nikkisbff

CHARACTER/S: Zesty

STATE: FIRST TURN - Direct Attack

HD VERSION: https://www.deviantart.com/unreone/art/Click-Click-Zesty-Take-a-Pic-975990175

SPEEDPAINT:

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Gore, Disturbing imagery, Glitches/Flashing Lights ⚠️

It's One Flip Too Many

DEDICATED TO: 

Flippyxsplendidfan

CHARACTER/S: Flippy, Fliqpy

HD VERSION: https://www.deviantart.com/unreone/art/It-s-One-Flip-Too-Many-977788536

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Short Fic Below

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Crash, goes the plates, causing that disruptive, distressing noise that irks his ears. As if the sound wasn't enough, its shards fall directly to his feet, tearing open wounds and causing blood to trickle down. Flippy finds himself trembling, his breathing becomes bated and unsteady. White noise overwhelms his hearing, overpowering any environment noise, if there ever was one in the first place. He have no one to blame but himself for this. He heard that dark and unsettling laughter echoing in his mind accompanied by the wave of unwanted memories crashing through his vision. NO, this is not happening- he must calm down- counting down with rhymes helped before, maybe it might-

"One, it will be gone" he begins, eyes looking for anything that might calm him down. Instead, his gaze latches on a particular dining knife set on the table. It reminds him of the bowie knife he used while camping out with his friends. Of course, he didn't use it for woodwork as he intended. That tool is used to slash open some yellow rabbit's guts to choke some whiny chipmunk so she could finally shut up-

Shaking his head, he continues. "Two, bad thoughts adieu-" He flinched when he sees his keychains on the counter morphing into grenade clamps. His accustomed ears remake the booming explosion so convincing, he's surprised he's still in one piece.

"THREE, I WILL BE FREE-" He shouts out, hoping that his volume would cover the noise inside of his head. His pupils dart to the ceiling and remembers the looping plane ride incident. How could his bare arms detach those propellers so easily? But then again, he talks as if the next thing his body did isn't an impossible feat, which is to slice so many critters consecutively without breaking a sweat-

"FOUR, NO MORE, NO MORE!" Flippy squeals as he breaks down to his knees. His lungs is burning, breathing feels like torture in of itself. His voice cracked remembering that what he ordered for dinner is pizza...

SPEEDPAINT:

If you stayed the age of your birth DAY forever, how old you would be?

I got 2 phones 💵💵