Finished an old drawing of one of my favorite moments in VSMP, Cleo finding a way for as many people as possible to survive in a world where they weren't supposed to. It's always made me think of "Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go." (I'm a sucker for this kind of narrative)
















