The Three Little Derps and the Big Bad Blog

people turn into assholes, too. they become more  manipulative, arrogant, clingy, irritated… complex.

and that’s okay, that’s important. explore that.

shout-out to the beginner artists that get mocked for the way their art looks 

shout-out to the artists that use doll bases for their art

shout-out to the artists that are good at art but are not passionate about it

shout-out to the artists that get asked for free drawings but never asked for commissions

shout-out to the artist who hate their art but keep drawing 

shout-out to the artists who are good at drawing people but not backgrounds

shout-out to the artists who are good at drawing backgrounds but not people

shout-out to the artists that constantly draw the same character

shout-out to the artists that never get any notes are their art

shout-out to the artists that are bad at anatomy but still draw it

shout-out to the artists that are good at traditional art but not digital 

shout-out to the artists that are good at digital are but not traditional 

im going to stare at it

im going to grin like an idiot

i dont care if you think its bad or not

i love it

{I’m also sorry for not specifying the eye colour. My art style (as you’ve seen) uses very simple eyes and thus it’s rare for me to factor in eye colour. It’s honestly something I don’t think much. I might just go with this for his eye colour. -D}

The post which details this is below (I included it because I find it humerous, and it also includes details of the other two muses/derps, Kean and Whisk) -D}

@those who I follow

@my mutuals

//AAAAAND AFTER LITERALLY HOURS OF WORK!! HERE’S THE FINISHED PRODUCT FOR @threelittlederps!! My goodness this took forever to do! I mean just LOOK at that hat of his, it’s amazing!! Luckily Mod D gave me just enough directions to figure out how to draw the guy (Though it’s weird he doesn’t have an eye color, so I decided to make it a darker shade of green if you don’t mind). 

{For those curious, here’s the sketch I gave to Hydachi Mun as reference for my trigger happy manchild, with references to his colour scheme (above one for pastel-like drawings, below for black lined work) at the sides. It’s just a sketch but eventually I’m going to work over it/clean it/fix up the picture digitally, and once that’s done his bio will be up.

Also, as you can see here, my eye style is very simplistic and thus I don’t usually factor in eye colour (Whisk doesn’t even have eyes) for most of my OCs, so I might just go with the darker green preposed. Also, his jesters are hell, but I don’t care, I love it. Must’ve been a real pain for them to draw, though, since normal jesters are hard enough as is. ^ ^”

His smile then fades into a curious expression once the creature asked to tell a story. Well, what else did Hydachi have to lose? He simple shrugs, nodding at the creature. “Sure thing! I don’t mind stories! What’s it about?”

“What’s it about? Kid, I have lotsa stories,” he said proudly, though hearing this guy call Hydachi a kid considering his behaviour seemed...Off.

The Poppy Bro’s eyes scanned the room. “There’s more than ‘it’ and there’s more than one thing they’re about. But which one...” 

Eventually, his gaze settled on the blades by his side, a wide grin forming on his face.

“Either he’s lost or he’s calming down. I think we’re safe.”

Clearly feeling no sense of shame or shyness, Ray walked further into the house without any hesitation or qualms, taking in the surroundings.

“You’re not very bright, are you?” It wasn’t mockery or an insult, just a very blunt observation.

“Either that or you’re a better actor than I am. I meant where in the conv-Oh, never mind. Lemme think...Oh yeah, story time! Want to hear a story?” He asked, his enthusiasm returning to him.

WARNING!!! 

ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

The above image, if really escasty, respresents HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS in street value. Why anyone would RANDOMLY SELECT CHILDREN and give them HUNDRED DOLLAR PILLS for NO EXPLICIT REASON seems, to say the least, a bit far fetched. 

“Either he’s lost or he’s calming down. I think we’re safe.”

Clearly feeling no sense of shame or shyness, Ray walked further into the house without any hesitation or qualms, taking in the surroundings.