A Redraw Of Mom Got 2 Wrong In A Row From The Stream Today (We Were Playing Clivic Doodle)

A redraw of “Mom got 2 wrong in a row” from the stream today (We were playing Clivic Doodle)

Made a TMP comic based on a headcannon I made : The TMP host sneaks into the winning player’s house to talk with his ‘mother’ if they escape with the wig.

Some TMP host sketches (ignore the black line through the one on the right’s eye)

Also a bonus for the comic :

this is so sad alexa play what’s new pussycat

press f to pay respects

Drawings of Day 5 :

Artists in order of Characters: https://artfight.net/~EpixSnitch , https://artfight.net/~tanukip , https://artfight.net/~DrunkPeanutButter , @koopa-arts (https://artfight.net/~Koopacake), and https://artfight.net/~shdlight868 .

Check out their art n’ stuff (they’re all pretty great).

Finally completed, a thanks to all the community members in the jackbox discord or those I reached out to who participated by letting me use their designs in this piece. This is a second iteration of what was my first “Redacted-Verse” drawing, which was just me getting to draw a bunch of ppls TMP host designs after they allowed me to (which I am grateful for).

Anyways, enjoy.

I finally got a team after thousands of refreshes.

And then...

This might be a bit shite since I wrote this while I was tired as hell but it was pretty fun. If there’s spelling errors or just errors in general I’m sorry.

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“Sire?”

“You know what, fuck it.” The figure stood up from their ancient throne for the first time in hundreds of years. They stood tall radiating an aura of determination, their locks of hair flowing in a non-existent breeze. Around them were many items strewn around the ground half-hazardly, broken controllers, books, empty monster energy cans; you name it.

 “Lure, go get me my Switch and my coat, now.” Their tone shook the ground as a result of the god’s immense power, inadvertently knocking a couple of anime figurines off their shelves. Lure, seemingly unaffected by the shaking of the ground below them, nodded and ran off in search for the items requested.

‘I’m gonna have to clean all this shit up later.’ The god sighed but now was not the time for cleaning, it was to be his future self’s problem. Walking through the corridors of his large abode he examined the state it was in. Everything was relatively well kept with the exception of a bit of dust, how long had he stayed in his chambers? 

“Long enough for your prestidge to be taken from you.” They muttered to themself. They weren’t always lazy, they had done many things in the past and in between fits of laziness that had greatly benefited humanity but it seems that things had changed in the last couple of centuries they spent fooling around. Those fuckers, they didn’t even deserve the right to be called gods not when they fucking stole his achievements. At first it was fine when they took a bit of credit here and there but when they took full responsibility of all the good things he’d done that is where he drew the fucking line in the sand.

“Lord Daeavous, I’ve brought your coat and Nintendo Switch like you asked, but are you sure you’re going to greet the rest of the pantheon wearing that?” Lure gestured to the other’s outlandish attire which consisted of: A hent-*ahem* lewd jacket, a crop-top with the words ‘Gamers don’t die we respawn’, polka dotted yoga pants and crocs with fuzzy socks.

Daeavous chuckled, “We’ve gone over this before Lure, just call me Dave. And the last thing I’ll give them right now is respect, plus I fucking look great.” 

Lure sighed at the god of Procrastination and Flow’s antics, “Alright, Dave.”

As they were nearing the end of their walk to the world portals Dave remembered something.

“Fuck, I forgot my sword. Hey, Lur-”

They handed over an ornate sheathed blade to Dave, “Here, I knew you were gonna need it.” 

“Holy shit, thanks man.” Lure simply nodded in acknowledgement. As they walked through the portal to soon accompany a pantheon of gods about to get their asses whooped, Daeavous, the god of both Procrastination and Flow with plains barren of fucks to give, smiled wide.

The main thought that stayed ever present, whilst passing through worlds to beat the shit out of some gods, was a glorious one.

Try to take my clout and you’re gonna get knocked the fuck out.

You are the God of Procrastination. You never got anything done, and help others do the same. Secretly, you are also the God of “Flow”, a granter of immense focus, unending stamina, and quick wit at last moments. Other Gods stole your credits, but you’ve decided to prove yourself.