happy birthday to me! i’ve finally got my own little Charles bison with me forever <3
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happy birthday to me! i’ve finally got my own little Charles bison with me forever <3
finally watching Free Bert whilst drawing, and it’s just— totally unhinged, to say the least
but, besides that, the biggest fucking trip of the whole show, for me, is Glen (Noshir) cussing up a storm
and then immediately being told to calm down or be quiet 🤣 let Glen cuss in peace, damn it!
just finished doing the linework for a lil pigeon i’m drawing for a sticker collection. he came out so adorable and i was so happy with him.
i resized it a little and then moved him to the middle of the page ready for adding colour tomorrow and, well… apparently drawing at 3am was a bad call on my part, because it turns out i’d only gone and done the linework on the fucking sketch layer instead of a separate one.
kill me now.
i get so humbled by new games when i first start them, but then i go back to Forbidden West (in which i have almost 1.2k hours and counting) and i can breeze through it on very hard and ultra hard mode like it’s nothing.
apparently hyperfixating on a game for three years will do that to a guy.
gifting art to people scares the shit out of me. i love doing it (and giving gifts in general) but it’s so vulnerable and my anxiety does Not like it 😭
i love making a habit of switching between games (on different consoles too), and consistently forgetting the controls for each one and having to spend a few minutes relearning them every time… and then doing it again the second i get into a fight
ADHD was ADHDing so hard today that i forgot to eat all day… it’s now 10pm and i’ve been up since 6am.
i think someone needs to try turning my brain off and on again for me.
see seeeeee, i get so “mad” (read: not really) at media where characters i like get hurt - emotionally or physically.
and yet, all i seem to want to do when writing my own stuff is put my beloveds Through It at every opportunity. these poor dudes, man.