*Knock-knock*
Mud: (Answers the door) Ken? What’re you doin’ here?
Ken: (Beaten to hell & back and holding a baby Mel) Heya Mud, so, funny story, you’re an uncle now.
Mud: (Cigarette drops out of his mouth) Wha- Where the hell did you get a baby!?
Ken: (Paradise Lost exploding into fire behind him) …Don’t worry about it.
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Years Later
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*Knock-knock*
Mud: (Answers the door) Hmm?
Ken: (A newborn Breadhead standing next to him) Heya Mud, so, funny story, you’re an uncle… again.
Breadhead: (Waves at his uncle)
Mud: (Quickly looking between his brother and new nephew) Wha- Stop bringing kids home!!
I have a lot of options you can choose from!
The only edit I need to make for this is that for rendered comms, I accept payment upfront before I even do the sketch, I need to make sure I have the obligation to work on those in particular!
Anyway, my comms are almost always open, so just hit me up if you're interested!
It's Valentine's Day so I decided to do something special and draw what I always do - funny circus people coping with reality by loving each other. Also there's Jax
Man this guy is NOT suited for costumer service
"Happy" Valentines Day ya'll, here's a lil something for all you shippers.
YouTube version
Song: Beautiful Princess Disorder by milkypossum (slowed down version by expungedisn'tthere:/) Original meme: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Inspiration
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who’s kids are these
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Dani | he/they/bot | 24 | artist, animator, "writer" | not my first rodeo on tumblr
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