Painted-clovers - -With Love, Clover!

And during the hardest times, when all seems lost and you want to give up, never forget. We will always love you.

as a minor healing from c-ptsd, im really glad that there is a comic like laikas comet, and thank you so much for making it. it's kind of silly, but mars as a character means a lot to me. i don't have anyone like laika, so it's really comforting to see a story where i can imagine it was my life instead

im so glad!! and, if it makes you feel any better -

in real life, 'mars' and 'laika' are less separate characters to me. i wrote this comics concept years ago now for myself, because i did not have a 'laika' either.

the story of laikas comet, in a less literal sense than the actual lore of the comic, is about the adult part of me approaching and deliberately trying to re-parent and heal the child part of me.

i dont love the saying 'nobody comes to save you' because it seems very gloomy, but i do sometimes think i do my own healing process a disservice through this story in that the person who saved me was not a 'laika', but i became her myself.

but that was only possible because i was willing to believe i was worthy of being happy, and moving toward that light. and when i decided to communicate my feelings through a story, and tried imagining what 'good' in the world looked like, it was a person like laika.

so, i guess what im saying is - you have a laika! a person who wants to see the good in the world and wants to make it a better place. that's inside you right now.

✨ms paint story telling✨ lets watch the aurora!

UHM UHM!! HIII MY MUTUAL JPEG!! i was wondering if youre taking requests? iiiiif so could u mkae objectum crayon art, like objectum around centered around crayons.. i love crayons

well sure

happy yuri day im thinking about if mirage ever fell back into a depression v2 would be there for her

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Added Sisyphus with the panopticon fit, now they are together <3

MEOWDY, ITS DEBUT DAY!!!!!!

... not just on twitch anymore!!!!

Gave up tryna draw ferryman with a realistic skull so now we have this…he’s so silly :3

I'm one of the few people that genuinely LOVES working customer service (hotel receptionist here), like yes the occasional person is rude and entitled. But most of the time? People are kind, and funny, and will jump at the chance to share a bit of their lives with someone else.

The businessman that comes in every week who seemed grouchy at first now smiles and waves when I remember his name, and explains he's just finished a long drive, and he doesn't MEAN to come off as rude, he's just tired.

The mother and daughter who visit the hotel each summer and tell me they've been coming here for years, and each time they visit they go to the pier and save up their tickets for the big ticket items. One day they come through the doors with the biggest grins, the older lady in the wheelchair proudly waving a huge stuffed toy tiger she's "had her eye on for years".

The young man with his girlfriend who looks nervous as he approaches reception, and stumbles over his words, his hands shaking as he signs the paperwork to check in. I've spent the last two weeks on the phone with him organising this; we've set up the bedroom with balloons and petals and decorations, and he's going to propose as soon as they get to the room.

The woman who I've not seen before who asks if I'm local, and tells me she grew up here, and had recently found herself drawn back. We talk about the sounds of seagulls, and the metal clanging of masts down at the harbour, and how the sounds that fade into the background are the ones you miss most when you leave. She's writing a book and promises to send me a copy when she's done.

The regular who goes out of her way to buy us all the strangest biscuits she can find at the tourist shops. We try them together, pulling faces at the ones that just don't work.

The thirty something woman who immediately sees a kinship in me and whispers to me that she has been here before, but under a name she no longer uses, and we celebrate the freedom she feels.

The support group that comes in for coffee each week and sit together filling the foyer with laughter.

Every single person living their own wonderful complicated rich lives, and I get to be a part of that. How is that not beautiful?