3D Model of Dr. Clicky, an AU Click Clack dressed like Dr. Teto from “Igaku.” He’s pointing to the viewer, smiling, a hand on their hip and a foot kicked up. The repeating text “DR. CLICKY HERE!” circles him.

ユ！
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a drawing of Click Clack from my au "Pen and Ink." Three versions of Click Clack stand on a bright red background. The original version stands in the middle, tightly bound by red string. He stares blankly ahead, a single tear falling from one eye and his mask splitting down the middle. To his left, his "Sweater" half leans against him, hands gripping his mask. He has an almost mischevious expression on his face. To his right, his "Ink" half crawls on the floor, grasping desperately at his legs and crying. Papers and writing utensils are scattered all over, even onto the black frame that surrounds them. At the center, a pair of scissors dangles precariously from a red string above their heads, with ink dripping from its blade.

putting them through the horros

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phone doodle of Pen and Ink au. Sweater holds one finger up and says "excuse me he asked for no pickles" while in the background Ink looks irritated, with text pointing to them saying "literally wanted pickles"

phone doodle of Pen and Ink. Ink is curled up sleeping in Sweater's lap, looking slightly sad, while Sweater is also fast asleep, holding Ink's head

you have to understabnd,,

A drawing of the two halves of Click Clack in my au "Pen and Ink." One is paper white with what looks like inkstains on their extremities. Their mask has wrinkles and sports a pair of red-rimmed glasses, and they wear a red sweater. They hold their arms crossed and look warily over to their other half, who has no mask and appears to be made entirely of ink. They only have one bright white eye and a mouth showing. They reach worrily towards their other half. A red string connects them, tied from Sweater's left ankle to Ink's neck. The text "Pen and Ink" is between them.

Sweater kneels on the ground, looking shocked while shaking and crying. A voice from off screen (assumed to be Huzzle Mug based off the color and shape of the speech bubbles) says "Clicker-Clack! Whataworld did you DO to yourselfs?"

Ink holds themself, narrating "The storytelling god was not pleased with this... arrangement"

Sweater and Ink in the process of separating from each other. Ink emerges from Sweater's body, pulling Click Clack's usual dark colors with it. He reaches out, crying, while Sweater grimaces in pain and pulls at the string connecting them.

oh god people on here don't even know about Pen and Ink. whell its my au where click clack is split into two distinct halves wh[gets dragged backstage by a mysterious shadowy figure and is never seen again]
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HI HI SORRY LONG TIME NO UPDATE BC I FORGOR ABOUT BSKY BUT AAAAAAAAAAAA

Painted 3D sculpt of Pen and Ink AU Click Clack, Sweater, created by calypsolemon. Key design features include greying fur, a red sweater, a red thread tied to his ankle, and an older face on their mask with red glasses. They stand on a podium of black ink.

Alternate angle.

Alternate angle.

nEW CLICKY on the pottery wheel!!! Sweater from @calypsolemon.bsky.social’s Pen and Ink AU ♥️🖤 #greatgodgrove

A drawing of King from Great God Grove, done in the style of a risigraph print. We are zoomed in close to the hole in her godly chest, one hand pressed just underneath protectively. Within, a naked version of her mortal self is curled up, taking the shape of a heart. She is covered in thorny branches and crying. The drawing is surrounded by a border of thorns, hearts, and swords.

I wrote a fanfic archiveofourown.org/works/64321015

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A black and white illustration of Godpoke and Patty under a starry sky, underneath the title 'Starlight Interference'. They are lounging on a blanket in the grass. Patty is reaching up with a smile. There is a radio tower in the distance behind them.

Mine + @calypsolemon.bsky.social's #GreatGodGrove fic is out, Starlight Interference!
Months after the Rift closes, the Grove gods hear a signal from a god beyond their borders–one in pain. To help this god, Hector volunteers to accompany a small group to where he swore he'd never return: the Drain.

still indecisive over my human click clack design, so i went "fuck it" and drainfolk-ified him #greatgodgrove

a drawing of two versions of click clack embracing each other across a golden backdrop. Click in his godly form leaps from the heavens with his arms open, a look of overwhelming joy on his mask. His mortal self - an old man with long greying hair, wearing a grey tweed suit over a red sweater - reaches back, an equivalent look of joy on his face, and tears streaming from his eyes. Papers fly all around them and they are backlit by the open rift. Lyrics are written above and below them that say "Pray that inner light gonna make us blind, Lead me to where I need to be."

I keep forgetting to post art here oops. well. here's something about how I imagine click clack's ascension #greatgodgrove

Adding another #character #lineup, here’s lightfoots team from #lego #clash! It’s a fun challenge trying to make these characters distinct from eachother when the #minifig style means you can’t get much variation in body style. #art #oc #ocs #cartoon #cartoonpitch #pitchpilot #legoclash #superheroes

sorry for TPoH delay- here's an entire brand new #greatgodgrove fancomic instead! read it all here! jolleycomics.com/FanArtComics...

this was stupidly fun for me to draw... you will understand. #thespiusgreen #clickclack

a sketch of thespius curled up on the ground, looking upset. The flowers in his hair are wilting, and some of his hands pick the dying petals out, while others move to comfort himself. His text bubble is shaped like a stormcloud with a lightning tail, and it reads "Clicky, aren't you ever mad at me for all that wasted time?" Click clack can be seen behind him, sitting up and looking worried at the question.

click clack smiles just a little, though his brow still furrows, and he reaches out to thespius. His text reads "Crysanthemum, whatever could you mean? [the god said, confused at the notion] I'd never consider our time spent together wasted. There's nothing to be angry about!" Thespius's stormy speach bubbles roll back to say "Oh, okay..." Click's expression and hand falls as he thinks "...okay?" Thespius continues "Thank you, Click." Click narrates "[Click-Clack thought he said the right thing. So then why-]"

Thespius lays on the ground with his back to the audience, now shifted so you can't see his face and he's hugging himself. The narration continues- "[Why wouldn't Thespius turn to look at them?]"

anger and communication

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i wish you could have heard how loudly i screamed lolll

*trips up and another #greatgodgrove #clickclack comic falls out of my pockets aw shit aw fuck- jolleycomics.com/FanArtComics...

(fully blaming @calypsolemon.bsky.social for making me speedrun this one damnit)

loosened up #greatgodgrove

A comic about Click Clack from great god grove. Though he's the only character present, the text is split between two parties. Narration inside dark text boxes surrounded by brackets [] and Click Clack's speech in lighter text boxes (indicated by quotation marks) "". The text reads: [An inquisitive mind enters this quiet domain] "Oh, does someone have a question for me?" a hand reaches up in the dark to turn on a lamp "Allow me to illuminate" Click clack can now be seen, dancing on the edge of a bent piece of paper. [With the lights on, our eyes are met with the enormous presence of CLICK CLACK, God of Storytelling!] [Our reader's gaze lingers on Click Clack's masked visage] Click Clack points to his mask as it gives a huge smile "Curious about your God's most adorable feature? I don't show off for just anyone, but seeing as the story calls for it, I'll make an exception. 'Show, don't tell' is an adage for a reason..."

Click clack begins taking off his mask, still holding it close to his face "As you probably guessed, this mask has a more important purpose than aesthetics. It's the primary tool I use to communicate, the filter through which my divine editing process can be perceived" [Click Clack rambles as he takes his sweet, eternal time untying his mask] "That occasionally annoying interjection is the Story. A narrative blueprint laid out by MY words, but constructed in YOUR mind. A collaborative process, as all storytelling is..." A single eye of Click Clack's real face can be seen peeking behind the mask now, as a red stage curtain billows around him "The mask, like a stage actor's, shows my audience only what's necessary to convey the right Story. Through it, the Story stays focused. On topic. Thematically coherent! So I may inspire readers like yourself, hungry for a work rich in meaning! However, if one were to seek for more, a glance behind the curtain..."

Click Clack stands behind the open red curtain, with his mask in his hands. Black ink drips from his face, and from his mouth comes a deluge of narrative text, swallowed in his shadow. [Freed from the constraint of the mask, the Story pours out in a stream untempered. It laps gently at the edges of our reader’s mind at first, sharing small insights into their internal world. Their unconscious feelings, their thoughts, details of their past they were never privy to. Then the flow strengthens, straining against our reader’s limited perspective. New characters seep into cracks. Details of lives never witnessed, relationships never forged, drown one’s mind with such vivid clarity, their own meager story gets lost in the rush. They may find their awareness expanded to a vast ocean, to tales long forgotten by immortal memory. Rough drafts barely-conceived before abandonment, versions left crumpled and torn on the cutting room floor. A deluge of information for which there is no lifeline. Until finally, a blinding streak of white cuts across the inky depths. A ream inscribed with a script so long, one could spend the rest of their dwindling days clawing their way up its mountainous paragraphs, and yet never reach its divine pinnacle - a lone figure, hunched over their old-fashioned typewriter, eternally hammering away at the Story of this-] The text is cut off Click Clack slamming his face back into his mask, the remaining ink spraying from his head forming the word "CUT!" He stands in front of another piece of paper, which blocks the reader from seeing any more.

Click Clack sits casually now on the edge of a paper, tying his mask back up. The remains of splattered ink can still be seen on the top of the page, and at the edge of his mask. "Whew!" [The god exclaimed, sounding oddly exhausted] "I hope that little demonstration satisfies!" [One could surmise it would be unwise to ask again.]

Everyone wants to know! 🎭

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thank you this is very sweet!

truly in love with this

Colored sketches of Bauhauzzo and Huzzle Mug hanging out in Bauspace. Huzzle rests in the lower right corner with its legs curled up and it's head resting in it's hand, looking down on the viewer with a mischeivious smile. Bauhauzzo floats behind it in the upper left corner, one hand against his face in a thoughtful manner. His glowing eyes are lidded and dripping with tears, but he still wears a gentle smile. Both are lit gently from below, surrounded by the small neon shapes of Bauspace.

the sibbys

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Digital painting of Thespius amongst the clouds, resting his head on his hands in melancholy, a faint blush on his cheeks. Three Click Clacks with angel wings and halos circle over his head.

sigh💕💕💕🕊️
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Ascending Forth YouTube video by Black Midi - Topic

now that I've gathered you all here. black midi blast youtu.be/FA3IJOodbWc

A flat colored drawing of Click Clack. He stands center of the frame with his arms behind his back, facing the viewer. His mask, which gives a happy expression, is shifted to the right side of his face. One red string of the mask rests in front of where his real mouth should be, while the other meanders behind his head. All that can be seen of his real face is a single crying eye. Around him various pieces of paper fly, with one paper above him in the process of being cut in half by a pair of red-handled scissors.

sub silentio

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a drawing of Thespius and Click Clack set on an offwhite background. Click Clack stands to the right of the screen in profile, with their back arched and their hand reaching out slightly. Thespius is behind them, two of his hands clasped strongly around their face. Black, inky goop sprays out and drips in between his fingers. His face looms over Click Clack's form, his expression pained. At the far left, Click Clack's mask can be seen flying away with a smiling expression, seemingly oblivious to the scene behind him.

kept it to myself

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so sad :( well there's other gods

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Click Clack experiences the struggle I have when writing.
Which is I can't spell alcohol without spell checks.

ok sure
(ft. @zebzztown.bsky.social 's wonderful enclosure for him)
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#greatgodgrove #clickclack #art sure i'll tag this

a pixellated drawing of a black and white lego minifigure holding a yellow lego brick with an eyeball sticker on it. Though its face is cast in shadow, its eyes can be see closed in a happy expression

drawing 1 monochrome tiny weird proportioned little freakus is reminding me of my own little creature. When I'm finally done moving house I HAVE to get back on the creature grind fr

this is so real. its like everyone moved here from twitter and proceeded to engage the same exact way they did there, which is to say not at all lol

thanks #thanks