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These guys are fun to doodle,
Mischievous sky animatronics
I have too much energy and motivation rn holy shit
This is me and my friends :P
Original!!
MY SILLY NEW BOY NOTEBOOK!! the original design was made by buggybitez on toyhou.se :D
i imagine them being all peppy and having a very good memory since they're a notebook puppy and all uhhhhh idk.. i like them :o)
goofy silly guys
Prev was dangerously close to my birthday
New REBLOG Game
Just fucking lie about the previous poster
I've had trauma since a long time since childhood, when I was younger I used to be creative and explorative, but something eventually has changed, I stopped thinking of rash decisions and for me this hell became objective reality. Everything seemed to be nihilistic, there was no hope or meaning to persevere, it felt for long like a trap and it still feels that way. I became a person who was desperate for a hope, for something to prove me wrong. But I was always proven not, in fact I became naive and cruel at the same time, because for me it was life and death option. I needed some reassurance this world is good and not birthed from bestial malice. At the end, I was never wrong about a damn thing.
However, even though being objective gives you kinder better understood perspective on life, it is not good. You find a perfect answer, after that you become stale. It seems in this world there is no happy ending, when you reach "it" you will end with despair again. You may try any path, and you will always end with the same despair. I am not sure if it actually implies to human perception everywhere, but somewhere deep I was irritated that everyone "got it" except for me, like everyone knew how to get away with evil except for me who was real dumb chump. Even at school, everybody knew how to cheat during final exam papers and did so. Except for me and one other jewish classmate. Everybody knew how to properly bully others. But I haven't been perse "brave" as much as logical, as long as I can read it it's not scary. So I played smart. And unfortunately, it has messed me up. Objectively, sole way to win life is to die for my conclusion.
Human perception is birthed of flaws since leaving the Eden, there is no real way any longer to win. Perception is doomed to fall.
Yet, I never once acknowledged that I did have happy moments, but it has never felt to me because the life kept going and it made me feel like I am outpaced all the time. Maybe, that sense of security from objective point of view is something I must let go off somehow. I honestly have no clue how scary the world is without logic, but logic has never managed to cure it. I believe you and I got scammed into believing it did and had false hopes for technology.
But hey, knowing this it is very possible that human livestocks will genuinely happen in far future. Oh well, we can't stop it from happening. Visit churro.
Do you wanna be my sugar baby
No bitch, my fam has hereditary diabetes
Wait naw
wasnt she an apple?
Fiona Apple \\ Criminal 1997
Ope! And there goes my plan of being a murderous racist
🫡
Two wrong moves and she'll be gojo horizontally
In the Duck City
Scrooge: Whose idea was this?!
Daisy: In our defense, it should be a birthday present.
Scrooge: It's a terrible present, I have to tell you! It's like you don't know Donald! He's going to mess up and behave worse than Gladstone!
Gladstone: Hey!
Huey: If we hurry up and find Unca Donald, we can control his level of arrogance! *gets a graffiti of arrogance where the levels are divided into the arrogance of Gladstone, Scrooge, Louie, etc.*
Gladstone: Why am I at the highest level?!
Della: Shut up, Gladdy! Donald!! We coming!
After a while...
Dewey: I'm tired...
Louie: And I'm richer.
Somewhere in the distance, Mickey screamed.
Della: What the-?!
When they ran to Mickey, he was lying on a bench while Minnie and Goofy waved their fans at him.
Della: Again. What the-
Daisy: *silently points to a small castle-like house*
Inside.
Donald in a sailor princess dress: Pete, stop it~
Pete in a pirate costume: Why? These roses will match your dress very well.~
Della: Ew! Kids, close your eyes!
Scrooge: *fainted*
Pete: What. The. Fuck.
Donald: *fucked up is a huge blue Bible duck with lots of eyes, gold rings, arms and a pair of wings*
Goofy: He broke his staff and all his magic returned to his body.
Pete: ...
Pete: Hm...
Mickey: DON'T YOU THINK FUCK HIM!
Pete: Still...
Minishot for DonPete!
It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.
The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.
— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.
Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.
— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.
Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?
— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?
— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.
— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..
Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?
— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.
Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.
— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...
Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.
— That's so..
— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.
— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.
All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.
— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.
— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.
Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.
— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.
Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.
— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.
Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..
— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.
Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.
His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.
— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.
— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.
Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.
— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..
Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.
— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...
Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.
— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...
Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.
— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.
A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.
— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.
The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..
— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!
Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.
The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.
— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.
Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.
Donald Duck × Pete!
I am setting up future animatics in Journal. I have written out for first burn which i am doing next week.
I am gonna do top of my school for mickey mouse and another for the same mouse on little miss perfect but i don't know what ship to use?
Hazbin Hotel characters in my style!
YIPPEE IT'S ALASTOR THE GOOFY RADIO DEMON DEER. He looks like he wants to eat someone…
(I drew this on my Math hw 😔 sorry not sorry math teacher)
Tell me which one I should draw next (meanwhile nobody does that so I just draw randomly)
I’m hopping on the Chopper trend but it’s Christian Emo discord sniper 👍
send help is so cold i’m gonna freeze into frozen rice nobody will wanna eat me then
All the kids!
In this Goof Troop fan project i changed things a bit, so Max and his friends are 8, while Pistol (11) got promoted to mean older sister, and to balance things out there's Hayley (4) the little girl in the middle.
and yes that is Bobby before the cheeza got to his brains lmao
The Dads!
Pete, Horace, Goofy and Mr. Rover (AKA Roxanne's dad)
i'd say they all have different parenting styles, Goofy would always be best dad in my opinion.
The Ladies!
Peg, Linda and now Clarabelle Clara works with Pete , (kind like in the three musketeers) and she is very close friends with Peg
Here is a face you don't see often!
Horace Horsecollar my beloved forgotten disney character💔 i'm always sad that disney barely aknowledges his existence, despite being there way before goofy or donald were created
anyway i felt tat he would be perfect for the Goof Troop setting, and this wouldn't be a 90s period piece project without the mandatory annoying brat, but since Pistol has been promoted, i came up with Hayley Horsecollar, she is 4 and too energetic for her father's sanity.
Horace works at the mall along with Mrs. Rover , and he is Goofy and Pete's neighbor!
there used to be a Mrs. Horsecollar but they are currently "going through a rough patch"
Roxanne's Family
apparently Roxanne's last name is Rover, at least that what the trivia section of the wiki told me, i choose to believe it, so here are the Rovers!
Roxanne is the only child, she is 8 like Max and P.J. , they go to the same school
Mr. Rover works at the bowling alley, while Mrs. Rover works at the mall along with another character i will post in a bit they don't have canon names so i'm still thinking about giving them names, Mrs. Rover strikes me as a Linda, Linda Rover ye. not sure about Mr. Rover yet
i'm havin a lot of fun with this Goof Troop fan project just in case, Mrs. Rover was designed by me, i don't know if Roxie has a mom but i have enough one patent family units in this project already, designing her was fun
The Pete family for my Goof Troop fan project
i've taken some liverties with the characters, Max and P.J. are 8, while Pistol is 11, i loved the idea of her being the mean older sister, very Pete vibe if you ask me
on the other hand, Pete is the greatest evil you can imagine... A LAND LORD! *que dramatic music* while Peg is an elementary school teacher, imagine Ms. Frizzle with her drill sergeant vibe, tho she haven't had the opportunity to work as a teacher yet.
Don't think i posted this here yet i have been working on a Goof Troop fan project for a while but life keepin me busy aaagh
got more art comin!
