Just two of my favourite things
Concept art for my oc in the tsams au. It a bit old but still
When Red is acting up they get held like a potato sack until they calm down. They are generally a lot less unhinged than the original, but still are a handful. And Nova wears slippers at her home base.
Idiot case
Well, that checks out
Lunar's first time meeting Nova didn't go so well. Everyone was alive though...
I'm certain it won't get any traction,but I'm loosing my mind right now. I just remembered a weird cartoon I watched as a kid. I think it was about a yellow cat thingy that was flying around in space saving everyone and frequently sacrificing themselve. It was also a robot of some sort and was powered by a mysterious red orb that was held in his chest. It was a silent cartoon and characters only made noises. Wouldn't be surprised if it Japanese, because of the sheer weirdness of it. Does anyone remember something like this or am I going insane? I may or may not have some drawings of them, I'll update the post if I find them.
As days go by,the prospect of laying on the forest floor and letting moss and fungus thrive on my mortal body seems more and more appealing. Well, that or I just need some hot cocoa...
I've been reading Dracula lately and I've noticed that the main cast of characters are all not very bright people, except for Madam Mina and sometimes Dracula. Like they all have one braincell and Mina doesn't share it, but sometimes the old vampire manages to steal it for a bit.
Feral little guy. I just wanted to draw my version of them
It's just a silly little doodle I made because the supermoon I saw reminded me of Bloodmoon. Which is funny, because the phenomenon itself is called super blue moon and it was almost wine coloured when it was rising.
when i say i’m from ukraine, people assume i live somewhere else now. when i say i live in ukraine, they assume i’m somehow immune to war, and there’s a logical division between a ukrainian they chat with on discord and a ukrainian on the news. bitches my yaoi is written from the bomb shelter