Little thing, now I'm gonna catch the z's
This thing has canines, lore accurate.
Another Norm drawing from me bc I'm still sad about the plush. At this point I should just stop wanting anything and accept the shit I live in tbh fuck this place. And explosions don't even bother me at this point, they are more like a fun thing that happens sometimes. It's just this isolation from outside world kills me. Paypal sucks too, it took me moneys c'mon! I would've had enough to buy a plush but nuh huh nope. And I am not sure of what even happened. I am looking at you, mr. carrot. I can't even buy the game even tho the price is comically small, bc I don't have Visa or Mastercard and only this mf rusian shit. At least steam works here, that's good
I wanted to say that this drawing you are looking at felt kinda forced when I was making it but rn it looks fine.
Another one good thing is that Dogman posted my drawing yesterday lol. That was fun, thank you. Maybe there are people here from it idk, HELLO.
Someone buy me a plush, I will do anything please.
@tripleratskill
a rat and a dodo i was just watching ark the animated series i love the dodo
dodo bonus
A rat sitting on a sea bunny as they venture forth
THE VERY FIRST TIME SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED FOR SOMETHING???????I THINK?
And first time actually a drawing not in ibis. Frankly don't remember the rules I've set myself for this blog, i think I'm allowed to make more detailed drawings? Hope you like it, my lovely anon, it is such a great idea!
Milo, please, stop making cool merch, please, i can't buy any o that, please........
Gonna make this rat wear it. And as of myself.. gonna be silently crying into my pillow.
Hi I am here to take your candy! And your blood! Uh- I actually only have like two sweets, I don't think any of that stuff in the pumpkin is edible, so please, I need more!
AWWW well here is a treat (snippet from an old fic I never posted.)
Sleepy davesport..
Jack was probably awake, the sneaky fuck. Just way too emotionally bottled-up to lucidly admit he wanted someone to hold while he slept.
Dave, on the other hand, never had that problem.
All the same, Dave prodded at the forearm which was tightly looped around his shoulder, seemingly with no intention of loosening.
“‘Sport,” he whispered, still poking at him, because he felt he should let him know he was betraying all his hard work of shutting people out. At the very least.
Jack didn’t shift at all, instead croaking out a curt, “What?”
Dave said nothing. He’d get it eventually. And he could feel Jack’s eyelids flutter against his shoulder, probably as he tried to process what, exactly, he was doing. He must’ve gotten it eventually– poor thing– because he mumbled out, “Oh, whatever,” and tucked closer to him.
Not me randomly getting sad about not being able to buy a plush.
My favorite shitpost time