That's Why It's Called American Cheese

The gang seeing the most horrendous sh!t one can

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Oc names

Fancy Robot - Service

Guy with goku hair - Derek

Girl with bright red hair - Amari

Mushroom Head - Mycelius

Girl with metal leg - Victoria

Octopus - Cep

I feel I needed to try this masterpiece

Leviathan Bogjaw VIII

Skin: Green & light yellow underside

Eye: Black Iris, Yellow Sclera

Hair: N/A

Age: 38

Height: 4’7”

Weight: 243 lbs

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Background: Noble

Gender: Male

Class: Barbarian

Species: Alligator Lizardfolk

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Languages: Common/Draconic/Goblin

Traits: I am loud, brash, and arrogant and don’t try or intend to hide myself

I hate the often mundane and want/look for the spontaneous adrenalean seeking adventures I hear so much of

Ideals: Never settle for a simple day to day cycle, shoot for an exemplary life

Be grateful for what some have provided, but don’t be afraid of following your own passion

Bonds: The Bogjaw estate is a prized possession of mine and will fight my hardest to keep it in good hands

My family has a good name I will try my absolute best to keep that name in regards

Flaws: I am quick to anger and will someone off if insult, injure, or offend me and may often injure them based on severity

I am very blunt and tell people how it is with no sugar coating, uncaring about their feelings

Backstory: The Swampy Marshes of Barrugia are a daring place full of danger. Where not many how traveled there could survive more or less thrive. But the lineage of Leviathan Bogjaw I made it possible for his friends and family. Trying his hardest to provide for them, he struck a gold mine of selling and trade for rice crops. Once they found this potential, they soon started building a sturdy fortune fit for a king. Letting it trickling down generations building on to quite the enriching and wealthy estate in such an unfair environment. Leading to the current owner and operator Leviathan Bogjaw VIII. Who isn’t happy in his current privileged life feeling empty, with every shindig he attends, every poker game he played chips in full, every last wealthy required activity. He feels hollow with no fulfillment in sight, hearing tales of spectacular adventure and wondrous might, he feels he could at least try it out to see how enthralling it is, and fueling his life’s fire. Deciding on becoming an adventurer, he left the Bogjaw estate and put his brother Jonus Bogjaw in charge, and set out to adventure, hoping to fill that hearty hole.

Finished my Limited Life Zombiecleo design

So I had just defeated King Boo in Luigi's Mansion 3.

And I developed Gooigi a nickname of "Gooey" and was wondering if I'm the only one

Thoughts on my hermits designs

(of the ones I watch)

Vlad Buzzerreap

Skin: Pink

Eye: Brown/Red light Yellow Sclera

Hair: Gray Feathers

Age: 25

Height: 6’7”

Weight: 164 lbs

Alignment: Neutral Good

Background: Outlander

Gender: Male

Class: Wizard

Species: Aarakocra

Sexuality: Aromantic

Languages: Common/Draconic

Traits: I am kind and will listen to others about their problems and offer a solutions

I oftenly look to the bright side of things and hope for the best

Ideals: One should strive for companionship to keep one sane

One must keep a hopeful thought in mind to keep going

Bonds: I will cling to anyone who will treat me fair, as a friend

I feel as though my own cryptic staff talks to me in some ways

Flaws: I am very scattered brain and can’t focus for very long

I am naturally curious and tend to stick my beak where it doesn’t belong

Backstory: Left in the middle of nowhere after hatching prepared for death, he was found by a flock of vultures. Who taught him how to live like one, but he knew he was different and couldn’t quite understand them. Which deeply saddened him as he was the only aware creature in miles in every direction. After 6 years, when flying above the ground, his found family of scavengers caught sight of another meal, Flew down and feasted on it. But He noticed this particular banquet was different, resembling some sort of thin humanoid in a dark robe. Which he can tell is or was an intelligent being. Curious about him, he rummaged through the corpse’s previous possessions finding a double locked book, creepy tall staff with an eye and the aforementioned dark robe. Which he kept as he thought they were ‘neat’. When he later prepared to forcefully open the suspicious book. It opened as if it wasn’t locked at all, but instead of a measly uninteresting book, he found a spellbook! Although he at the time couldn’t read, he found that he could read this tomb had he known it’s words for years. Reasonably excited immediately took an interest in learning all he could in this spellbinding book. Learning the words in this book, practicing the crafts illustrated on the pages! He found trying these spells were simple and wondrous, peeking he curiosity even more! He wanted to show his found family this abilities, but, as simple birds didn’t care, not paid any mind. Reminded of this fact of life, He released that he needs true companionship to accept him as not so different. But he needs a name, but what? By looking at a name poorly scrawled in the robe, he saw it. Vladimi Bizzare Reape? Vlad Buzzer Reap? Then it came to. Vlad Buzzarreap!

Alright, testing testing 1 2

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

Finished this the other day

The Author of the Journals,

My Brother

Animation I did from the last scene of Not What He Seems. Keys by Matt Braly. Woo