Time Flows Through Fingers Just Like Sand

GET YO ASS UP MF ITS TIME FOR CRIME BABYY

spills multiple fishes in your ask box

Should i be scared or thankful

I tried using screen tones for the first time and I think it turned out ok

Also, he dun kno feelings :( womp womp

Lovebug au but the narrator falls in love with something stupid like milk or toast and has like a week-long obsession with toast for seemingly no reason.

Thanks anon (comic and description below cut)

[Comic description:

A digitally drawn comic of The Narrator and Stanley from The Stanley Parable in the lovebug au. The narrator is on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, holding a digital red heart shaped screen, he is sweating and staring intensely at the toast on screen. Stanley opens the door with a plate of pngs of buttered toast and a glass bottle of milk. The narrator jumps in bed, smashing the heart screen in his hand.

"STANLEY!?"

Stanley raises an eyebrow and The narrator calms down.

"Oh. Oh. You have a…"

The narrator grabs his own hair and runs his hands down his face, "Oh god *sigh,* I guess the breads out of the toaster."

The image zooms out to show them looking very small. The narrator corrects himself, "I mean. Cats out of the bag."

"I've been so… scatterbrained lately." The narrator emphasizes with waving his hands and then sighing.

The narrator gets out of bed, "The only thing that gets my mind at ease is… toast and milk."

"And as time rolled on…" The narrator sits turned around on a wheeled chair, Stanley places the plate on the bed.

"Im. So ashamed to admit this, but…" The narrator sits hunched on the chair, a faint image of the Shinji Chair pose is in the background.

The narrator fully hunches over, "I've grown an obsession with it."

The narrator comes very close to Stanleys face, hes picking up the chair and has an intense gaze, "A deep passion for it."

The narrator sits back in his chair, smiling.

"Stanley, you have offered a truly touching gift to me. Seeing as we are now closer than before, perhaps I can help you understand my desire on a more…"

The narrator turns around in his chair and pulls up a booble doc on a heart shaped screen.

"...Personal level."

The narrator turns around with a prose about milk and toast in his hands.

"I have some literature-"

SLAM

Narrator is cut off as Stanley slams the door shut. / .End Comic descrption.]

Crowley's hearing "I can finally make you good enough to deserve Heaven"

but Aziraphale's saying "I can finally make Heaven good enough to deserve you"

Open your door.

Idk if i want to

brainrot is CONTAGIOUS and i am INFECTING YOU

could you describe your art process?

like this