Sooooo this art is based off the song “PPPP” cuz i LOVE that song and i LOVE teto and miku so i decided to make art based off that song but with the sisters ever!1!!1!
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Finally after a long break from gifting my moots gifts i am back! And you are my first victim after i just come back! Tbh the break was longer than i expected.. but hey its your turn now and you better not give me anything back! This post for you was specifically because i felt bad after treating all my moots way better even though im just as close to you as you are to me.. so thank you for being a cool person! You deserve all of these gifts!
Ok thats all you get now take your squaregreybows and get outta here
Ay joke ra ofc now heres the rest of the gifts
Ew. I wish i could actually draw more things on my own other than relying on references and bases found on pinterest.. maybe ill give you more family art of these guys eventually but anyways this will be what youll get for now.. sorry
Some PartyPainter art because this was the ship where we were brought together, the post of my 16x17 art where we found eachother, our shared love for these idiots have somehow got us here and im glad. That just how goat'd this ship is
Ok if your brother isnt a bitch anymore itd be nice to show him this! If hes still annoying then make sure hes missing out on the best ship for both of these stupids
Ok zai i just wanna say your MakeupMasks or wtv 33x34 is called for you looks like yuri more than jt looks like yaoi. Like bro LOOK at 34, these two look like lesbians for your gijikas so yeah
This is so ahh also zai WHERE THE HELL IS THAT ONE 10X20 ART I REMEMBER YOU POSTING ON PINTEREST?? I didnt forget. I was looking for it for a good 20 minutes sk i can find the giinkas for both 10 and 20. I SWEAR I WASNT GOING CRAZY I REMEMBER YOU POSTING IT NO?? YOU DID RIGHT?? Also uh not proud of the faces for this drawing. It sucks. Also i ahd to come up with a 20 gijinka on the spot for you because i seriously couldnt find any bit of your 20 gijinka on your accounts. I searched a long while btw. Im that dedicated to giving you gifts. Also i really hope i dont misremember you liking both AstroTango and 18x19x20 otherwise this gift was for nothing
I never thought i'd find another 5x6x7x8 polyshipper.. also i put more attention for RainbowRockstar because thats the only one i remember you actually saying you love but ik you prolly like the rest of the ships here just as much i just gave LuckyStar more attention cuz yk. And yes i used my gijinkas im not gonna take forever on finding 4 of ur gijinkas that probably dont exist
I got the reference from @twelvetheepic4lyf in our tt chat dont ask where they found this im scared of them but anyways take these guys i couldnt find your 64 gijinka and i didnt wanna go another 20 minutes of double checking to see if you truly havent got one/posted one so i just made my own on the spot
Dont ask why its so bad but anyways i just couldnt stop thinking of "hey buddy not so fast pomni is mine" "no way jose that girl is mine!" Thing during the time i was drawing this so i just made it like this dont care if it looked bad and called it a day
Peak yuri poly you got there, even if i dont know if i ship 56 and 72 yet this was vey fun to draw, love your gijinkas for everyone here
@smal5504 idc if this post is for zai im dragging you here to see this. You too @skittlez-cyb3r-pawziez, dont think i forgot you.
Ok well i was kind of scared while makign this because i did use @brainstormgn and i didnt know if they were ok with it and thankfully she was but i did draw this all before my ask in its inbix was answeref so i just went to brain's pinterest and copied both the gijinkas and artstyle(well, to the best of my abilities that is.) So thats cool(also uh brain if youre reading this hi i love your art hope you dont mind me trying to copy ur artstyle i js thought ur gijinkas wouldnt look like ur gijinkas in a different artstyle uh anyways do you think i did good in copying ur artstyle uh let me know youre cool btw)
Ok zai i must glaze you know and send you paragraphs of text for to show how much i appreciate ur existance
firstly, HOLY SHIT YOUR ART IS SO PEAK?? LIKE.. IM MOOTS WITH SUCH A TALENTED ARTIST?? AND SOMEHOW YOUNGER THAN ME BUT CAN DO SUCH GOOD ANIMATUONS? I CANT EVEN USE ALIGHT MOTION HOW TF. ok lets calm down. Your gijinkas are amazing, i shall steal them and make them mine. Your artsyle too, im taking everything. Nothings left behind. To think i made moots with a talented artist who ships mostly the same things as me truly makes me realize how luvky i am and how glad i broke the "no talking to internet strangers" rule. Please dont stop doing art, you can take breaks because breaks are always needed but dont fully quit. I need more of your art.
Also ik you kinda have it rough sometimes, your brother being a little bitch about everyhing for no reason must suck.. who cares tho? Really, if his sole motivation to be better and good at everything is because he wants to surpass his role model(being you, the older sibling) then you really arent useless. Youre still kinda doing something that helps ppl around you, your brother's motivation may stem in the fact he wants to be better than someone whos supposed to be better than him. You also dont need to take any of the things hes done too harshly, youre not your brother, you never will be, and youll never need to be. Your pure existance is a good influence, youre just so sweet and such a ray of sunshine. We love your joy and whimsy, infact talking to you always makes me feel better and im sure its the same for the people around you in real life. Your kindness is contagious, your joy is infection, you are a walking ball of happiness you better not let anything take it away from you. Ofc you dont have to force yourself to do that, you should let out your own struggles and problems. It doesnt matter how privledge you are, you still have problems of your own and its ok to talk and complain about them. You dont have to be having the happiest and best time of your life every second, you can be spoiled and sad, mad, or anything at the same time. Idk where i was going with this, just wanted to make sure you know everything is ok and that you shouldnt worry about it too much, ill and actually we(as in ur awesome moots) will be here for you every time you need to vent out or complain about something!
Well uh that was weird.. i dont normally switch the tones like that but lets switch back to a nicer more happier tone. I LOVE you as a person. Really, youre like some younger sister. You bring so much joy to people around you it feels like you radiate some energy and whoever chooses to even look in your direction can feel a wave up happiness coming their way. I cannot describe it as anything else. Youre just such a good vibe. Def have to be one of my top 10 moots OAT like youre actually just so kind and like an actual good person. I do not know what else to add, i think our convos in tt show how much i love you and that im glad we're moots
Some random numberblocks characters in the Magic Town AU
Info about them:
-Ten (10 yrs old) She is Fifteen's twin sister, she also has albinism and has cosmic/star related powers! She loves space and astronomy, she gets along with Fifteen well but often apologizes when her sister says something too threatening too a kid that's messing with them
-Forty-five (20 years old) She is Fifteen's older sister, she doesn't have any powers (she wasn't born in the town) but she always supports her sisters and helps with their magic troubles the best she can, she's currently in college studying astronomy and visits during long breaks (her sisters love it when she comes home so they can watch movies and makes kandiis together)
-Twenty-one (14 years old) She and the rest of the roaring twenties (minus 20 he's like 40 or so) are all teenagers in secondary school, for her powers i think it'd be cool if she's like... a human GPS in the sense that she has a full picture of a location in her head once she steps into it, even in places she's never been too, she can also detect faraway things and things hidden in plain sight, she's just as silly as she is in canon and is the leader of a small group that consists of Twenty-eight, Twenty-seven, Twenty-six and Twenty-nine that are investigating the magical nature of their town, she's usually found out in the woods where the old ruins lie and keeps all her findings in a little book she carries around (do not open it or she will freak)
-Eighteen (11 years old) He's the rowdyest and wildest kid in Sixteen's class, obviously i gave him super speed and electric related powers, uhh... i don't really have much to say about him cause i'm not sure how much story relevance i'm gonna give but he's just a silly little guy who plays pranks on people a lot lol (oh and he freaking loves race cars).
-Nineteen (11 years old) She's a bit more quieter here in this AU but she opens up to people when they have the same interests as her and loves drawing, she has the power to bring her drawings to life, and she is friends with Eighteen for some reason considering he's the complete opposite of her, but they both enjoy playing usually harmless pranks on people when she feels up to it (they sometimes use her powers when they feel fancy but last time that happened they almost send someone to the hospital so no magic involved in their antics anymore ig).
And that's it, i had a lot of fun designing them lol
Context: I felt super bad for 36 and 45 that their entire journey led to something anticlimactic that they didn’t even participate in, so I decided to make this to fix that crack a bit
RHYTHMRIDDLES WARNING 👀
The walk back from the Festival of Tens was anything but festive.
The lights had long faded behind them as Thirty-Six and Forty-Five made their way down the path towards home. They just used their rays past the swamp, and slid through the wall sideways. No point in making things complicated.
Thirty-Six hummed something cheerful, or at least he tried to make it sound that way. His usual eager step had become a casual trudge, hands tucked behind his back as he kicked at a loose pebble on the path.
Forty-Five kept her gaze forward, her expression unreadable. She’d been quiet since they left, save for the occasional polite “Mhm” whenever Thirty-Six attempted to start a conversation. The evening air somehow felt more alive than the space between them.
“So… That was something,” Thirty-Six started with muted enthusiasm.
“Yep.” Forty-Five replied in agreement, her gaze turning down to the grass beneath her boots. One word. That was all he got. She’d been counting her steps, a habit she took when her mind wandered about.
The festival was something. Full of tens laughing and playing games, of tens spinning in circles, tens sharing treats.
Try again.
“So…” He cleared his throat. “I heard that Nine might need us next month for a brunch he’s hosting. He said something about needing our—”
“Our nines, I’m assuming?” Forty-Five’s voice was flat.
“…Well, y-yes. I believe so.”
She looked like she was about to say something, but pressed her lips together instead. All he heard was a sigh. They walked another dozen or so steps in silence.
Then without warning, Forty-Five slowed down to a stop. Thirty-Six paused the moment he felt she wasn’t beside him anymore. He turned to find her standing completely still, her expression still difficult to read, yet her eyes noticeably glossy.
“…Are we boring, Thirty-Six?”
The words slipped out before Forty-Five could stop them. She immediately regretted it, her body tensing as she turned away from him.
Thirty-Six blinked, then stepped in front of her with wide eyes. “What? Where’d you get that from?”
Her eyes stayed on the ground, as she shook her head. “I— I don’t know, forget I said anything.”
“No, no. Hold on.” Thirty-Six stepped closer, his voice softening. “Why would you think that?”
“It’s just that…” Forty-Five looked down at her feet. “We went all that way. We were chosen for an adventure. A-And I just figured… That Ten would want something to do with us— but… she just wanted our parts.
Thirty-Six’s eyes widened. He knew what Ten wanted, but in the moment, caught up in the excitement of “solving the puzzle,” he hadn’t really processed it. It had seemed harmless at the time. Helpful, even.
“I was pretty angry at her…” Forty-Five continued, “But I’m… starting to think part of it is my fault as well. I-I mean, I’m not known for being fun at parties, and…,” Her voice began to crack, “I don’t play a fancy guitar, and I was never personally chosen for something special! I don’t know why I thought that would ever change…”
Thirty-Six’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding, then to something determined.
“…It’s not your fault.”
“No, you don’t have to—“
“Forty-Five, look at me.” He lifted her “chin,” making her meet his eyes. “You’re one of the smartest Numberblocks I know. Not your tens, not your fives or nines. You. When we work together at MI-15, I’m always impressed by how easily you solve problems.. You’re a wonderful sister, so mature, and a musical genius!” He gestured vaguely, as if trying to capture the essence of her in the air. “I wouldn’t say you’re even an inch close to boring.”
Forty-Five blinked slowly, starting to steady her voice. “That’s… thank you.”
“…Look, I get it, I felt it too,” Thirty-Six continued, his voice slowing. “It’s been ringing in my brain since we left, but I couldn’t put the feeling into words until you said it. All that way, and we didn’t even get to join the festivities. I know I’m good at games, and I know I’m more than my parts, but…” He scuffed his boot against the ground. “Still made me pretty used, honestly.”
They stood in silence, the tension formjng into comfort in their mutual sadness.
Then Thirty-Six’s expression suddenly brightened, that familiar spark brightening his features. “Wait! Wait, wait.”
“What?”
“What are we doing!? Why are we walking home feeling sorry for ourselves when we could be doing something about it?” He grabbed her hand, excitement building in him. “Who says we can’t have our own festival?”
Forty-Five tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her skepticism.“Our own festival?”
“That’s right!” Thirty-Six spun her around. “Why wait for someone else to include us when we can include ourselves? We’ve got this whole forest, the moon’s almost out, there’s nobody around, it’s perfect!”
“Perhaps…” He grinned, “But I’m sure you like the sound of it.”
She did. She really did.
“Alright,” she said, her voice careful but warm. “What did you have in mind?”
Thirty-Six’s gaze scanned the forest, landing on a nearby bush with small white daisies. “First things first: every festival needs decorations.”He darted to the bush.
“Thirty-Six, what are you—”
He was already plucking flowers, examining each one with surprising focus. His hands worked quickly, twisting stems together with the kind of concentration usually reserved for his puzzles.
Forty-Five watched, amused. “Are you making a bouquet?”
“Better.” He held up his creation: A corsage woven from the daisies, small enough to fit around a wrist but detailed enough to show real effort. He plucked another daisy to place on his “chest,” then approached her with uncharacteristic shyness, holding the corsage out. “Just for you.”
Forty-Five felt her cheeks warm as she extended her hand.
Thirty-Six carefully tied the corsage around her wrist, his touch gentle despite his excitement.
“There,” he declared, stepping back to admire his work. “Fit for a festival for two.”
She examined the corsage, running her hand over the soft petals. “It’s beautiful— thank you…” she whispered, and she meant it.
“Good! Now we need music.” He smirked at her knowingly.
Forty-Five brightened. “Now that’s up my alley!” She pulled the instrument from her back, the polished bars gleaming in the light of the setting sun.
“Perfect! Play something.”
She hummed in thought. “But what should I play?”
“Anything! Something happy. Something that makes you feel better.
Forty-Five positioned the xylophone carefully, her mallets at ready. She thought for a moment, then began tapping out a melody. Light and hopeful, with a rhythm that reminded her of the songs she loved. The notes vibrated in the air, clear and sweet, filling the empty forest with life.
Thirty-Six immediately began to move.
It wasn’t graceful, nor traditional. But his movements were enthusiastic, to say the least.
He spun and stepped and threw his arms out wide, moving to the rhythm with commitment. At one point he attempted what might have been a cartwheel but looked more like a tumble.
Despite everything, Forty-Five found herself laughing. A loud, genuine laugh that surprised her. “What are you doing?” she called out between notes, trying not to mess up the melody.
“Dancing!” Thirty-Six shouted back, mid-spin. “It’s a festival! We need dancing!”
Forty-Five shook her head, but her smile was wide now, her former melancholy fading away with each move Thirty-Six made.
He was trying so hard, putting in so much effort just to make her feel better, and it was paying off.
After a particularly ambitious leap that ended with Thirty-Six stumbling but somehow staying upright, he paused, slightly breathless. The xylophone continued its cheerful melody, and in that moment, something shifted in his expression.
He walked over to Forty-Five, his usual confidence soothed with something different. “This is fun and all, but…” He extended his hand toward her. “I’d rather a dance for two, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Forty-Five’s mallets stopped mid-note. The sudden silence felt loud. She saw the obvious problem. “I can’t play and dance at the same time. She pointed out, though her heart had started beating a bit faster.
“I know, but…” Thirty-Six glanced at the xylophone, then back at her. “Can you think of another way to make music?” He smirked.
Forty-Five looked down at her instrument, then at his outstretched hand. She grinned, carefully setting her xylophone down on the grass. “We could sing instead.”
Thirty-Six’s expression transformed into pure delight. “Really?”
“I could give it a try. It’s nothing like my xylophone though,” she warned, taking his hand. “My singing’s nothing special.”
“I have my doubts.” He gently pulled her closer into a simple dancing position: one hand holding hers, the other hovering near her shoulder before settling. He began to to hum something tuneless and off-key, but definitely with effort.
Forty-Five snorted. “That’s terrible.”
“How about you do better, then?!”
She took a breath, then started to hum softly. A melody from one of her favorite songs, the words remembered but not said out loud. Thirty-Six listened, his eyes shutting as he swayed with her, their movements clumsy but genuine.
“See?” he said, his voice gentle. “Sounds pretty special to me.”
Thirty-Six led with his usual creativity, spinning her out and pulling her back in with movements that were more playful than elegant. Forty-Five found herself squealing when he improvised a dip that was far too daring and nearly dropped her.
“Thirty-Six!” she gasped, gripping his shoulders.
“I’ve got you! I’ve got you!” He pulled her back upright, grinning sheepishly. “Okay, maybe that was a bit too out-of-the-box.”
“Maybe stick to simpler moves,” she suggested, but there was warmth in her voice.
“Right. I can do that.” But even as he said it, he was already thinking of another way to surprise her.
Somewhere during the second verse, Forty-Five realized she stopped thinking about the Festival of Tens entirely. She was just thinking about this moment. About Thirty-Six’s hand in hers. About how he noticed her sadness even when she tried to hide it, and how he immediately tried to fix it in the most Thirty-Six way possible.
“Thank you,” she said softly, the words almost getting lost in their singing.
Thirty-Six missed a step, stumbling slightly. “It was my pleasure. But I’m especially happy it’s yours. All of yours.”
“All of ours,” She corrected gently.
Neither of them noticed the figure watching from behind a distant tree.
Ten’s expression was unreadable: Surprise?Admiration? She followed them after noticing they slipped away from the main festival rather early, curious about where they’d gone.
And now here they were, making their own celebration. Together.
A small smile overcame her lips.
She turned and walked back, her footsteps quiet on the grass. Whether she’d planned or not this remained her secret, tucked away like the flower stems Thirty-Six had woven.
✦.⁺.✦.⁺.✦
They eventually found themselves at Forty-Five’s place. Exhausted from sharing snacks, from caramel apples to popcorn, and playing simple games: I Spy, riddles, seeing who could throw more kernels of popcorn into their mouth in a row.
Now, sprawled across Forty-Five’s couch with a blanket draped over them, they crunched at cheese and crackers while cooking up absurd festival themes.
“A festival entirely about squares,” Thirty-Six proposed, gesturing with a cracker. “Everything square-shaped. Square food, square decorations, square dancing…”
“That’s just called a regular dance,” Forty-Five interjected.
“You know what I mean!”
“I really don’t.”
The banter continued until their words grew slower, heavy by contentment and sleepiness. Forty-Five’s head made its way to Thirty-Six’s shoulder. He didn’t feel the need to move.
“Hey, Forty-Five?”
“Mm?”
“I’m glad Ten didn’t want us today.”
She was quiet for a second. Then, slightly above a whisper: “Me too.”
Outside, the world was settling in. But inside Forty-Five’s small living room, something new had begun, something that belonged just to them.
When morning peeked through the curtains, it found them still there: Thirty-Six sprawled sideways with an arm dangling from the couch, Forty-Five curled against his side with the corsage still wrapped carefully to her wrist, both fast asleep and smiling.
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