Something that I love about how you draw spamton is that his cheeks are getting bigger—he’s so FULL from testosterone!
yeah, its time
he needs to be castrated

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Something that I love about how you draw spamton is that his cheeks are getting bigger—he’s so FULL from testosterone!
yeah, its time
he needs to be castrated
Scissors anarchy, we ball
They're just unhinged little character studies to me. ☺️
Plants
Imagine Simon on Grace's ship. Simon is searching for Grace after a nightmare - his smile always sears the terror away. But Grace isn't in his bunk. Or the lab. Grace isn't in archives, watching movies under his quilt, his mouth tugging back in a smile, the tears welling in his eyes. Where is Grace? No Rocky to ask. Only the Red, spreading along the walls like blood. Whispering that he doesn't need Grace. These tiny creatures. This tiny ship. He only needs the stars. "No," he whispers, but the jagged maw laughs. "Grace!" he roars, because he knows he's being undone. Warm hands press something into his own. The touch lingers. Simon looks down. A seedling yearns for light. The Red growls in retreat. Grace is there when he looks up. Spooked, but smiling. Rocky too. "It worked?" Simon nods, not trusting words. He traces Grace's new concern to his once-arm… …where something sprouts in answer. "Uh." Grace turns. "Rocky, we might need to prune Simon."
He Didn’t Listen Anyways
Artist: okitsam on IG 😘
Snippet from a bigger thing but it’s an important snippet.
Word. I’m doing my part!