PlagueDogtker

I post my art and edits on here sometimes :>

[entryn17]

drawing is all sbout becoming good at illustrating one character at 3/4 angle and nothing else no backgrounds no props no furniture no money no job no future

[plaguedogkter]

Wips and sketches :>

[jubigiuu]

Dude I am SOOOO obsessed with these middle age women oh my god

[narcissene]

affirmations:

- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position

- consciousness is a gift

- i CAN do this anymore

[lypsys]

"Write character relationships that are normal" WRONG ☝ CODEPENDENCY BEAM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[altades]

You ever see a girl so pretty you need to kys

[jubigiuu]

... Yeah

[jubigiuu]

-1 day to Annecy and all I can think is old women Yuri

[cosmichalibut]

Ever so loyal

[jubigiuu]

I've recently watched invincible with my roommates and NOBODY TOLD ME there's old men office romance yaoi?? And they have a canon gender bend version 😭😭 this is my jam

Like oh my god

[jubigiuu]

Made myself some references of fem doncil 🚬🚬🚬

[urboned]

Do you think sin Donald would still have sad puppy eyes?

ALL donalds have torturously big wet eyes & ALL cecils hate it (for various reasons)

[plaguedogkter]

A bunch of doodles of my beautiful wife (+a young fem Cecil).

[monmatch]

Okay but like hear me out!!

[daneol]

Doncilia dump I was able to draw out recently, including alternative donna and cecilia :3

[biocrafthero]

perceived skill

[plaguedogkter]

A little minific/character thing about why Cecil and Donald are on a first-name basis :>

“Director Stedman.” Donald pulled Cecil’s attention away from his computer. “I have all the files you requested.”

Cecil’s eyes flitted up as Donald set a heavy stack of folders at the end of his desk. Within arm’s reach but not in his way. Without him even having to ask. An itch formed in the back of his mind.

“Thank you, Donald.” Cecil said absently, eyes returning to the screen in front of him. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Not typing.

Director Stedman. Cecil frowned as he chased the words around in his head. The title was a respectful formality that Donald hadn't slipped up on even once. It was professional. Polite. The way he was meant to be addressed.

Cecil, in return, hadn’t been as cordial. “Donald” was all he ever really called his right hand. The first time he had used “Donald” had been an intentional act of over-familiarity. Something unprofessional he should have been confronted over. Not an outright insult, but something a less generous man wouldn't have been so inclined to let lie. 

But, Donald wasn’t a less generous man. In truth, he might have been the most generous man Cecil had ever met.

Donald never flinched at Cecil's pushing and prodding. Even in those first weeks. Those first few days. Any little tests or jibes thrown Donald’s way just seemed to roll off him like water. Any questions Cecil had were answered quickly and sincerely. In no time at all, Cecil found himself easing up. He started to actually know Donald. Dare he say like Donald.

That fake familiarity had started to feel real and, by that point, Donald had more than earned Cecil’s respect.

 “Would you prefer if I called you Ferguson?” Cecil brought his full attention to the man before him, though he kept his tone carefully neutral.

Donald took a moment to respond, seeming a little caught off guard. “No, sir. Donald is just fine.” He paused again. “Unless you would prefer Ferguson?”

“No.” Cecil replied flippantly. “I think I’ll stick with Donald.”

Donald stood steady. And quiet. As though he was trying to figure out Cecil's train of thought.

“Should I call you something other than Stedman?”

Should he? It was a personal line Cecil wasn’t sure he wanted to do away with quite yet. A risk of rejection he might not be able to take.

“Cecil.” He decided not to overthink it. “Wouldn't be right for only one of us to be on a first-name basis.” 

“Great.” Cecil fought a smile off his own face. Turning away from Donald and back to his work. “Now get out of my office.” Cecil waved Donald away.

“I suppose it wouldn’t.” An honest smile spread across Donald’s face. “Cecil.”

“I’ll be around if you need anything else, sir.”

“I know you will, Donald.”

As he left the room, Cecil admitted to himself that he'd have to forget about keeping Donald at arm's length.