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This one is really short and old, all the from October 2025. Wow my writing has really come a long way.
Osix Fluff (809 words)
Oswald awoke to the sound of rhythmic scratching and smell of warm coffee. The black rabbit groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows, they slightly sunk into the soft mattress. He tried to focus his blurry vision, desperately trying not to flop back into the comfort of his bed. His ears twitched as the scratching sound came to a stop.
"Good af'ernoon Oswald," A familiar voice drifted from the side, Oswald's mind still clinging to sleep couldn't place exactly who's familiar voice it belonged to.
The rabbit only groaned in response, finally winning the battle between dreamland and the waking world he flopped onto his back.
"What time is it?" Oswald blurly slured, rubbing his eyes.
"It's 12:30 in the af'ernoon," The voice answered.
He tried to pin down who the voice belonged to. It was a unique sound, not in a bad way, Oswald enjoyed the sound of it but it wasn't the type of voice that you came across all the time. The breathiness of the voice mixed with the higher end mid tone pitch made it sound almost boyish. There was a clear accent to it that was a bit difficult to place. It didn't quite sound like the standard English accent he's heard in London but that's the best he had for guessing. There were some slight Cockney-like and Irish features to it too.
"Wait, 12:30!?" Oswald's mind finally caught up to what was actually said.
He practically leaped out of bed tripping on his blankets and tumbling down. He hit the mattress on the floor with a soft thud, messing up the neatly made bed below.
The rabbit recovered quickly and tossed the offending blanket back on his bed half hazardly. He could hear stifled laughter coming from the same side the voice did.
"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Oswald sat up, finally looking over at the person the voice belonged to.
Oswald felt his face heat with embarrassment as his eyes fell on the dark furred feline sitting at his desk, shaking with mirth, hand pressed firmly over his lips.
In Oswald's sleepy daze he expected to see one of his family members or a circus member not Felix. Now he felt stupid in more ways than one. He couldn't believe he forgot that Felix stayed the night on a mattress in his room.
Felix composed himself before speaking. "You just looked so... Well... I didn't want to disturb you, I thought maybe you needed a sleep in,"
"Good to know somebody in this house cares about my beauty sleep," Oswald swept his ears back, shooting Felix a playful grin.
He was trying to take this as an opportunity to play it cool after Felix witnessed him fall out of bed like his tail was on fire. His cheeks were still slightly flushed with embarrassment, he didn't want Felix to see that. He did probably need those extra hours of sleep though.
"You don't even need beauty sleep, you look handsome without even trying already, it's so unfair" Felix mumbled under his breath, if it wasn't for his ears he wouldn't have heard it.
His ears shot up straight, bright blush creeping right back onto his white furred face at the comment. What? Was he hearing things correctly? Felix has never said anything about his appearance before, his personality? Sure, he could be really cussing flattering with his descriptions but never anything on his appearance. Which was pretty surprising considering his appearance is typically one of the first things people complimented him on and he knew Felix was into him so why hadn't he said anything till now.
"What was that Feels?"
"I didn't say anything," Felix said confused, taking a sip of his coffee.
"You did, something about beauty sleep and being unfair,"
Felix brought his mug down harshly as he choked on the coffee. Oswald was quick to come to Felix' aid by rubbing his back.
When the coughing fit stopped Felix' white furred face had a deep blush dusting his cheeks.
"I- you weren't supposed to hear that," Felix buried his face in his hands, muffling the last part.
"Do you uh, actually think that," Oswald rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away shyly.
He didn't know why he was acting like this. He got called handsome all the time! This time shouldn't be any different but... Instead of the usual ego high he would normally have, he just felt a little fluttery lightness in his chest at those words coming from the black cat's lips.
Felix paused, moving his hands away from his face he gave Oswald an incredulous look.
"What's that look for?"
"Do I actually think that? You know you're handsome right?"
"Y-yeah I know that! I- it's just different coming from you," Oswald mumbled the last part, his cheeks burned.
It's 6 days into pride month! Happy pride everyone! I decided I should probably post a couple Inky Mystery Osix wips I don't think I'll actually finish of them being silly and gay. Hope you all enjoy even though they are unfinished. Just realised they are like all in Oswald's POV for some reason. These are very much not edited since they were all written on my phone notes app so no grammer or spelling help for me.
Drunken Confessions (2,349 words)
Oswald sighed, the cool spring breeze going in and out of his lungs. The rabbit wasn't sure where he was going, so he just wondered aimlessly around the city. It's not like he would get lost, he had gotten to know the city well due to all his experience in Toontown throughout his life. Besides he could always rely on his lucky rabbit's foot... Or a cab.
Both Mickey and Donald practically begged Oswald to leave the house for a couple hours, said they had the kids handled and he needed a minute to "de-stress". Oswald almost laughed.
He turned a corner, coming into a more residential area, his feet carrying him more than his mind. Of course he was stressed! His own brother got the same ratchet illness that took his wife! And said brother was worrying about his wellbeing!
He felt so pathetic that his own brother was more worried about his mental state then his own. He wished Mickey would lean on him more. Sure, he was still recovering but he was his baby brother for stars sake! He was supposed to be there for him especially for something like this! Mickey wouldn't even let him help with his attacks...
"I don't know! Go anywhere but here for longer than 5 minutes!" Donald's horse voice quacked.
"Maybe visit Felix Ozzie, he's always able to put you in a better mood." Mickey spoke a little sheepishly as both duck and mouse tried to usher the rabbit out of the house.
The rabbit's ears flopped. He didn't know if Felix was home, he didn't even have the chance to phone to check. He did have a key, if he wasn't home but that just felt weird to actually use. He didn't really get why he got a key, Felix didn't explain much when he gave it to him. It was probably because Felix liked him.
Heat rose through his cheeks at the thought, it was strange to just contextualise all of Felix' actions with that piece of information. He had his doubts until the confessionโthat he thought about way more than he'd like to admit.
He finally got to the light coloured two-story building. His mind continued to wonder in places he didn't want it to as he knocked on the door. What would Felix even be like as a partner... boyfriend? No stop that! Oswald was practically pulling his ears chastising himself for the thoughts.
The door opened to a slightly disheveled but clearly happy Felix. His fur stuck out in a couple different directions. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned way lower than Oswald had ever seen the cat have it. A thin tie hung limply around his shoulders. Somehow his vest was still fully buttoned. Felix honestly looked... Really cute.
His lightly flushed face lighting up as his eyes landed on Oswald. He swore that big fanged smile could melt the sun with how bright and warm it always was.
"Ozzie!" The way his nickname rolled off of Felix' tongue make his heart flutter.
His British accent made it sound soft with the z's pronounced as s's. Oswald could listen to the cat's breathy voice for hours.
"Hey Feโ" before the rabbit could finish his sentence he felt a firm grasp pull him inside.
"Hiii," Felix giggled.
Oswald stayed in place, complete shock overcoming his features. Felix, always respectful of Oswald's personal space, being so reluctant to even touch him at timesโhad his arms wrapped loosely around the rabbit's shoulders. He could feel the cat's soft velvety fur against the sides of his neck. Being dragged down to Felix' height their faces were so close. He could smell the familiar smell of... alcohol?
A breeze picked up behind the rabbit pulling him out of his shock. The door was still open, Oswald decided it was probably not for the best for the public to be able to view... whatever was happening here. He was able to hook his foot behind the door and click it shut.
"Have you... been drinking?" Oswald asked, scrunching his nose in confusion.
"Just-just a bit, Sheba invited me to one of her band hangouts, it was more like a party really."
Felix' hands creeped up to tangle themselves into the rabbit's fur. The dark plush fur tangled up in Felix' fingersโslowly, methodically curled and then unraveled. They lightly grazed against his scalp forcing a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Felix was still speaking but Oswald wasn't catching a word of it.
A honking noise escape the rabbit's throat. Oswald pushed Felix away mortified, despite his mind practically yelling at him to go back to the cat's gentle touch. He desperately tried to muffle the sounds by covering his mouth. He hoped Felix had no idea what that noise meant.
Felix' mouth had a little 'oh' before a playful smile spread across his face. He placed his hands behind his back, in one fluid motion he bridged the gap between the two. His hips were cocked to the side, his tail tip swishing back and forth.
"That excited for head scratches, Lucky?" Felix teased.
His large almond shaped eyes were half lidded as he eyed the rabbit for a reaction. Of course Felix knew what those noises meant. He lightly chewed on his lip, every nickname of his Felix said made his stomach do flips. Oswald's face was burning, he liked this more playful side of Felix more than he would like to admit. He always got surprisingly close to Oswald when he was like this. Not that Oswald minded the invasion of his personal space.
He cleared his throat. "I haven't uh, seen the place since you moved in,"
Oswald took the time to actually look around the hallway. There was a hall stand, full of miscellaneous items spilling out of a decorative bowl on it, that drew the rabbit's attention. His flustered expression reflected back at him from the hall stand's mirror.
"How is this already messy? You haven't even had this place for that long," Oswald said amused, pointing to the bowl. "I don't mean that in a judgey way." He waved a hand like he was waving that line of thinking away.
Next to the hall stand was one of those gothic looking metal coat hangers. He took his railroader jacket off, placing it neatly on the rack.
Felix popped down on a short cushioned cabinet, shrugging in a helpless gesture as he did so. A wall mounted rack sat above the cat, Felix' signature fedora and lined coat hanging off it.
Oswald turned back to the hall stand, cleaning up the items spread all over it's surface. He probably should have asked first but... Oswald knew it was gonna bug him too much to leave alone. Oswald always liked his space to be neat and tidy, where everything had its own specific spot.
Watching Oswald, the cat made a nervous, bashful expression, waving his hands side to side. "Ahh, you-you don't have-have to do that!" Felix just looked away sheepishly, stumbling over his words from his clearly drunken state. "I get busy, and then it just ends up piling up."
"It's fine, I don't mind, I find organising and clearing up clutter to be kinda relaxing." Oswald admitted.
Felix gave him a completely befuddled expression. Oswald couldn't help but laugh at it, the way Felix furrowed his brows was way too cute.
Despite that he made no effort to get up from his spot, so Oswald continued. He'd tidied up the bowl, putting all of what Oswald deemed as 'to go' items in it as such keys and... peach flavoured lip balm? Honestly Oswald didn't think Felix was the type to have stuff like that. Guess that explained why the cat always looked nicely groomed despite his adventurous escapades. He made a mental note to check Felix' bathroom to confirm his suspicions.
Picking up a small book he was even more surprised to find a tube of... lipstick? He quickly pocketed it for further investigation later. Oswald was always finding new things out about Felixโwas it just Sheba's? Maybe Holly's? Oswald sighed inwardly. Just when he thought he had the cat all figured out, Felix would throw something at him that would completely throw him off.
As Oswald worked said cat just watched him, one hand rested lazily on his chin, small giggles escaping his lips every few minutes. Oswald took Felix' coat and hat and put them on the coat rack where they belonged. He picked up a few bags just laying on the floor propped up by the hallway furniture, placing them on the hooks that used to occupy the hat and coat. He stacked a couple loose books and random objects from the stand to the self of the mounted rack.
Satisfied, he flopped down next to Felix as he started taking his shoes offโtheir knees touching on the small seat. He placed his shoes on the shoe rack conveniently next to the seat. He noticed a couple pairs of shoes that he could assume belonged to Felix. A pair of worn boots, two tone sport shoes, some classic black dress shoes and now Oswald's wingtip oxfords piled neatly on it.
"Hey, I found this." He pulled the lipstick tube out of his pocket. "Did one of the girls leave it here or..." Oswald trailed off for Felix to fill in the blanks.
"Oh that, I brought this for myself." Felix grabbed the lipstick off Oswald, almost dropping it in the process. The casing was just a simple golden one, he opened the lid to reveal a deep plum colour. "I don't think any of the girls wear anything close to this colour,"
"Why?" Oswald spluttered.
"Weelll you never know who you might meet." Felix leaned closer, gigglingโlike he was telling a secret on the schoolyard with a teasing smile.
Oswald was being thrown through a loop here. It was a unique colour, not one you saw often. It was hard to pull off, it wasn't in fashion either. He glanced at Felix' very soft looking lips. He noticed Felix' dark top lip curved in a bow shape, his bottom lip was heavier and a lighter colour than the top one. His facial fur was neatly trimmed around his features, making them easy to see. Oswald wondered if his lips tasted like peach.
Stars he was staring, to his dismay Felix noticed. He bit his lip, fang grazing the soft peachy coloured flesh.
Felix leaned more foreword before speaking. The smell of a fruity, smokey whisky clung to the cat's hot breath. Adding to his already intoxicating cologne that was unfamiliar to Oswald. It was a bright, minty herbaceous scent with an underlying of jasmine and olive. Oswald's own breath hitched, he had half a mind not to bury himself into the cat's shoulder.
"Do you want to try it?" Felix asked, there was a glint to his eyes Oswald couldn't place the meaning of.
"Try what?"
"The lipstick,"
"Uhhh, sure." Oswald shrugged, he hadn't tried a plum shade of lipstick before.
Felix applied the lipstick, a bit messily to his own lips, honestly he pulled off the colour. Oswald raised an eyebrow, this entire interaction just befuddled him. This all seemed so out of character for his feline friendโmaybe it was the alcohol.
"I thought you were supposed to put it on me,"
Oswald places his hand on the cat's chin, trying to clean up Felix' mistakes with his lack of coordination. Felix made small noices of cat displeasure. The waxy material stubbornly stuck to his fur. He really should have brought his specific fur makeup cleanser, it was impossible to get the stuff out of fur otherwise.
Oswald took a moment to take in Felix' round face and soft features. Oswald was always drawn to the main feature of Felix' faceโhis large, striking, expressionate eyes. He was quite a pretty guy, he really didn't fit into the rigid adventurer stereotype.
Oswald really couldn't help himself, his thumb grazed against Felix' bottom lip. Felix' whole body shivered under his touch. Felix bit his lip roughly, threatening to break skin.
His heterochromic blue and hazel eyes locked with his deep blue ones. Gone was that glint he recognisedโmischievous, playful, the same one Felix gave him the evening Scrooge came over. Replaced by a... what Oswald could only describe as desperation, a deep longing.
Felix tugged him down by his tie. They were so close he could almost feel Felix' whiskers against his face.
Soft lips graced his cheek. Oswald went still, there was no way. Another kiss was placed on his cheek. Oswald's mind was racing, he was in complete disbelief. Felix paused, smiling, he studied the rabbit's face like it was an art piece he was working on.
"I think I could add a few more." The cat hummed.
He pulled Oswald in again to messily pepper his face in kisses. Felix' breathy giggles filled the rabbit's ears. Oswald flailed his arms at the sudden gesture and squeaked in surprise. To his great horror it wasn't a normal squeak but an unmistakably mouse like squeak.
A beat of silence fell over the two. Oswald's face burned for multiple reasonsโhe could feel the warmth reach his ears.
"You squeaked!" Felix said excitedly. "I didn't know-squeak you could squeak!"
Oswald groaned into his hands, he wanted to move away but Felix' grasp on his tie didn't let him.
"Heeyy," Felix let go of his tie, prying Oswald's hands away from his face. "I worked hard on that,"
"Worked hard on what?" Oswald glaced over the mirror across from them, he had to do a double take. Various shades of plum had stained the lighter furโlipstick marks were littered all over his flustered face. "Felix!" Oswald shouted in surprise.
Felix laughed nervously before giving Oswald a sheepish grin. Oswald didn't want to admit he was charmed by it.
"You look very handsome,"
"I can't handle you like this," Oswald whined into his hands.
Bunch of uni stuff. Trying to do my hobbies again so I don't drown in classwork and have something fun to do so hopefully I can get around to posting more. I need to get more serious about my social media stuff to set myself up for success when I graduate at the end of the year. I'll still keep this as a personal blog just for random stuff though.
Posting a couple WIPs I've had for months now just collecting dust in my laptop files while I work on new ones. This was supposed to be my take on Boris from SpectorOdyssey's Just an Alley Cat, I Swear! AU before Boris was actually introduced. I had the idea that Felix had ended up adopting Boris and then I was going to implement Ostensix shenanigans cause I want to finally write about them but didn't get around to it. Experimenting with formatting, I like the smaller text for writing but if it's too hard to read and you just want me to go back to regular just let me know.
Chapter 1: Both Dogs and Wolves Bark
Boris gripped the tattered covers underneath him, the rough wool itched at his fur. Hot tears silently ran down his white furry face. He couldnโt make a sound, or Lady Tremaine would scold him for being too emotional. โBoys donโt cry, especially wolvesโ she would tell him, her chilly elegant voice rung in his head. She never screamed, she barely ever shouted. Her voice was always calm, always so assured, every word she spoke sounded like a fact with no room to argue.
โIโm not a wolf, Iโm a dog! Canโt you see, Iโm clearly a dog!โ He would scream till his throat burned and words started to feel hoarse. He pinched the tips of his ears in a sad attempt of folding them over like heโd seen so many dogs have.
Ms. Sarah wasnโt much better. She was a lot more emotive than Lady Tremaine and had some warmth he didnโt think the other woman was ever capable of but she would hardly ever argue with Lady Tremaine. She kept quiet a lot of the time just following the womanโs lead.
Boris hated this stupid orphanage, he couldnโt even catch a break with the other orphan boys. He was everyoneโs favourite target. During meals his food would be taken right off his plate or shoved right off the table. During chores the other boys would always find a way to drench Borisโ fur. Boris didnโt even participate anymore in sports. Lady Tremaine and Ms. Sarah never did anything, no punishments, no scolding, nothing. They told him โboys will be boysโ and he needed to toughen up if he had any hope of surviving the โreal worldโ as a wolf.
He. Was. Not. A. Wolf.
Boris slammed a paw down on the bed. A hard thump followed, echoing around the dark room. Not expecting the loud sound Boris startled, almost falling out of bed. A couple of the boys in the room grumbled at the sound.
Collecting himself, Boris looked down at his bed to find what made the noise so loud. His eyes found the book he completely forgot about next to his side on the bed. He picked it up, it was one of those generic knight saves the princess stories. Even at five years old Boris knew those stories were just stupid made-up fantasies butโฆ they comforted him, maybe one day his knight will come and save him from this awful cruel place.
Boris rolled onto his side, clutching the book so hard his small paws hurt.
Maybe Boris was being too negative, at least he wasnโt on the streets anymore. He was fed (sometimes) and clothed, even if they were too small and had rips. His bed wasnโt all that comfortable, but it was a massive upgrade from grass or cardboard. He was even learning how to read and writeโ thatโs how he was even able to read the book in his hands. Only one thing was for sure though, Boris was a foolish boy, and he was no princess locked in a tower.
THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!! Oh poor Boris my baby :(. I've never hated the phrase "boys will be boys" more, those two need to lose their jobs. Boris trying to convince everyone and himself that he's a dog and not a wolf is a really great idea for this scenario it's so creative :O!! It does make me worry because of course this sort of mindset is gonna have really bad consequences for him later on, since we know he has a problem with denial, it's gonna be an ordeal trying to get him to accept that he's a wolf and that that's alright.
I really loved this it was short but it conveyed the heartbreak so perfectly. Btw, Felix adopting Boris and future Ostensix shenanigans you say ๐? Consider me SAT!!! I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought of Felix adopting Boris in JaAC before the second installment came out. If you have any more thoughts about this you wanna share then well ๐๐
Omg thank you! :D I'm glad you liked it, also cool to see other people thought Felix would adopt Boris as well. I'm excited to write them when I finally have the time and motivation, we will see where that mindset takes Boris in the next part. I have the adoption fleshed out at the moment, currently brainstorming ideas for the meeting between Boris, Felix and the circus crew.
I can't wait to get to writing Ortensia since she's climbed up to my favourites recently from writing and brainstorming ideas for her character for other AU things.
I think Specs might be cooking up more Just an Alley Cat content from a question that was asked in the IM discord so that might give me some more motivation.
4 weeks into my diploma of visual arts, decided to post all the pieces I like. Found out I really enjoy using willow charcoal. Soft pastels were also fun but they are so messy. Wish I added a background to my pastel drawing, my classmate was right about the blue on blue looking a bit off.
who wants to play @theinkymystery bingo with me ๐๐
Posting a couple WIPs I've had for months now just collecting dust in my laptop files while I work on new ones. This was supposed to be my take on Boris from SpectorOdyssey's Just an Alley Cat, I Swear! AU before Boris was actually introduced. I had the idea that Felix had ended up adopting Boris and then I was going to implement Ostensix shenanigans cause I want to finally write about them but didn't get around to it. Experimenting with formatting, I like the smaller text for writing but if it's too hard to read and you just want me to go back to regular just let me know.
Chapter 1: Both Dogs and Wolves Bark
Boris gripped the tattered covers underneath him, the rough wool itched at his fur. Hot tears silently ran down his white furry face. He couldnโt make a sound, or Lady Tremaine would scold him for being too emotional. โBoys donโt cry, especially wolvesโ she would tell him, her chilly elegant voice rung in his head. She never screamed, she barely ever shouted. Her voice was always calm, always so assured, every word she spoke sounded like a fact with no room to argue.
โIโm not a wolf, Iโm a dog! Canโt you see, Iโm clearly a dog!โ He would scream till his throat burned and words started to feel hoarse. He pinched the tips of his ears in a sad attempt of folding them over like heโd seen so many dogs have.
Ms. Sarah wasnโt much better. She was a lot more emotive than Lady Tremaine and had some warmth he didnโt think the other woman was ever capable of but she would hardly ever argue with Lady Tremaine. She kept quiet a lot of the time just following the womanโs lead.
Boris hated this stupid orphanage, he couldnโt even catch a break with the other orphan boys. He was everyoneโs favourite target. During meals his food would be taken right off his plate or shoved right off the table. During chores the other boys would always find a way to drench Borisโ fur. Boris didnโt even participate anymore in sports. Lady Tremaine and Ms. Sarah never did anything, no punishments, no scolding, nothing. They told him โboys will be boysโ and he needed to toughen up if he had any hope of surviving the โreal worldโ as a wolf.
He. Was. Not. A. Wolf.
Boris slammed a paw down on the bed. A hard thump followed, echoing around the dark room. Not expecting the loud sound Boris startled, almost falling out of bed. A couple of the boys in the room grumbled at the sound.
Collecting himself, Boris looked down at his bed to find what made the noise so loud. His eyes found the book he completely forgot about next to his side on the bed. He picked it up, it was one of those generic knight saves the princess stories. Even at five years old Boris knew those stories were just stupid made-up fantasies butโฆ they comforted him, maybe one day his knight will come and save him from this awful cruel place.
Boris rolled onto his side, clutching the book so hard his small paws hurt.
Maybe Boris was being too negative, at least he wasnโt on the streets anymore. He was fed (sometimes) and clothed, even if they were too small and had rips. His bed wasnโt all that comfortable, but it was a massive upgrade from grass or cardboard. He was even learning how to read and writeโ thatโs how he was even able to read the book in his hands. Only one thing was for sure though, Boris was a foolish boy, and he was no princess locked in a tower.
I just wanted to let you know I hope your day is going well and that i love your writing! โกโกโก
Omg this is the first ever ask I've gotten so the icon notification weirded me out at first haha. My day has been going okay so far, actual plan to do some writing today. And thank you! I love your fanny art, I didn't care much for the character till I stumbled across your blog. I love your characterisation of her.
I think I should start writing some short stories for Tumblr to keep my account active, I had so many projects in the works last year but I need to focus on getting my visual arts diploma so a lot of them are kinda on hold the moment. I still love writing and need to get back into it, I have a lot of ideas but I haven't had ones long enough for an ao3 one shot. It would be nice to do little character studies on here, mostly inky mystery or the classic toon characters in general.
Felix Summer Splash - Part 4
Felix Summer Splash - Part 3
Felix Summer Splash - Part 2
Felix Summer Splash - Part 1
Decided to post some of the jewellery I've made. Hopefully I might get an apprenticeship for this type of thing.
(TW: not proofread, mention of death(?), semi-spoilers and swearing. No spoilers for the plot because Iโm too lazy for that) MYCOMICCAMEMYCOMICMYCOMICMYCOMICICHSKWIQIQPJSYSU
IN THE FIRST PART FELIX LOOKS SO CUTE RAAHHHGGHH HIS EYE HIGHLIGHTS AND EXPRESSIONS MAKE HIM SO SILLYYY
This is how I pick up my moots btw
Master cylinder is also very memorable in the first part as well! (Theyโre also in the second part but they look ugly and stupid in that one sorry) theyโre just. kinda there. Also I think gulpo king (yes theyโre an actual character in the felix franchise) and MC would be friends. Theyโre both apart of monarchies, and are evil.
Thatโs kinda it because I donโt like the second part. I do like to point out felix tells master cylinder to kill themself. Felix you need to stop going this far with insults man they didnโt even say that much๐ญ
I see that comic cover floating around all the time! It's so nice to see what the actual panels look like.
The Disney bros. I didn't mean to make Oswald look so fluffy but that's what happened, I really can't figure out what hairstyle I want to give the rabbit. I decided to make Mickey a tan and black mouse just to add some more variety since a lot of the animal toons have the same coat colour and as a nod to his modern iterations. I messed up his ear fur but I can't be bothered fixing it so.