Haven't Posted Any Drawings In A Little While, And I Was Punched In The Gut By The Need To Draw A Cute

Just finished rewatching TVPM and TVPS and FUCK, did I almost cry!

"Cause you are the part of me that makes me better wherever I go... so I will try not to cry, but no one needs to say goodbye---!"

"BACK TO WITCHES AND WIZARDS AND MAGICAL BEASTS!

TO GOBLINS AND GHOSTS AND TO MAGICAL FEASTS!

ITS ALL THAT I LOVE, AND ITS ALL THAT I NEED; AT HOGWARTS, HOGWARTS!

BACK TO SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS,TO POTIONS AND FRIENDS,

TO GRYFFINDOR, HUFFLEPUFF, RAVENCLAW, SLTHERIN!

BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE OUR STORY BEGINS!

AT HOGWARTS

HOGWARTS!"

New OCs, because: FUCK.

So I made two -very unoriginal- characters named Dev and Angie.

Angie is an angel that's perpetually tired and couldn't give less of a fuck about following rules and just kinda, randomly does miracles for no fucking reason other then they felt like it.

And then Dev is a demon that's always pissed, but that's because they're a stickler for rules and wants to get their wings back by teaming up with Angie.

Cue hijinks.

Downloaded a collage maker app and made a thing out of some -edited- pictures I've taken. I kinda like it, tbh.

When you don't draw for about a week, you end up just doodle-vomiting all over your paper. Which is how a lot of my many OCs came to be, ngl.

Gonna be returned to the hellhole that is high school next Monday but before then, Imma get a pixie cut this weekend.

Short hair and whatever pride stuff I can find for MAXIMUM GAY🏳️‍🌈

I /was/ gonna make a post about how sad and lonely I am and how badly I want someone/anyone to want Me- but then my cat started playing with a ball of painter's tape that I'd left on the floor and I remembered that I fucking love cats and life is good, actually!

My... baby??? Angel????? Sweet baby child??? I'm love her???????? Must protect???????????? Am mother????????

Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head

I love Atlas very very much but he sleeps in the weirdest places around the living room. Like, why does he like the vacuum so much? Anyways, have I mentioned I love him? He's an ass and a attention whore but he's also really sweet(most of the time)

I started listening to WTNV...

And I just need to ask two quick questions:

1. How is Cecil not dead/why haven't any of the things he's not supposed to talk about (management, the shape in the park, etc.) killed him yet????

2. Does Carlos not listen to the radio or is he very much aware that Cecil is completely infatuated with him and just kinda goes with it, 'cause that's a mood??? (I think I've seen people saying they get married? And I'm like?? Cecil dreams actually coming true??? What????)

I should probably point out that I've only listened to the first 6 episodes...