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"i don't know.. that's scary.." has become such a core part of my vocabulary that I forget people will not immediately understand that I'm making a reference when i say that

the-forest-library

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

maightymai

soo is just canon that desmond cant see shit atp, now that he pushes his glasses up? imagining jet dealing with that as a dad sounds....interesting lol. also some of meadows personality/design reminds me a bit of killua from hxh for some reason! esp the older drawings youve posted. also love when you draw shadow holding/carrying meadow its so so soft 🥺 compared to what he experienced before he started living with s&s lol

I actually drafted a silly comic around Desmond's bad sight in relation to Jet. But it will take a while to finish and idk if I will anyway but I made this bc I wanted to draw them babies so bad....

halflifebutawesome

my piece for the now cancelled half a decade zine. not sure how I feel about this one anymore and I can't say I'm not disappointed with how things have resolved but oh well. I'll post this anyway :P

cheezthatboiii

Pupcup!

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Is that cuteness aggression or pure aggression I wonder

makingtrouble

It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.

makingtrouble

Actually I've decided this is a poem