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P*E*A*N*U*T*S for your viewing pleasure! There will be more of these, I'm already working on another with Henry and Radar!
Due to popular request, these are all available on my inprnt :]
Share this with a special old man in your life <3 (Note: you can be an old man at the ripe age of very young if you put your mind to it!)
#OHHHHH MY GODDD?!???#ITS LIKE SOMEONE PICKED MY BRAIN AND MADE A MISHMOSH OF MY HYPERIFXATIONS AAAA#THANK YOU OP YOU HAVE FED ME THIS DAY#peanuts#m*a*s*h
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sorry mommymio interacted with you they're an infamous homophobe for gay men as well as other things I'd just recommend blocking them if you want
It’s all good, took me by surprise more than anything. I already did block them lol but thank you for the message!
#it was truly outlandish lol#like im just vibing with my art xD#thank you anon i appreciate it!#i dont tolerate homophobia of any kind here#byeeee
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Ok and? not my fault you lack taste ✌️
Coulda just moved on without saying anything if you were gonna be rude

I drew this about 3-4 years ago I think, as a WIP for a really angsty Tokomaru comic, and I periodically remember its existence and want to go back to it
Before promptly forgetting for another year before I come back to it
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I drew this about 3-4 years ago I think, as a WIP for a really angsty Tokomaru comic, and I periodically remember its existence and want to go back to it
Before promptly forgetting for another year before I come back to it
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crossover episode
#my art#fanart#bojack horseman#mr peanutbutter#bojack#bojack fanart#old man yaoi#what is this a crossover episode#bobutter#bojack x mr peanutbutter
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as you wish, queen ;)
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I wonder if I find whump comforting because of the OCD bullshit I deal with all the time lol
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Hey you! Yes, you! Have you put blorbo in A Situation today?
#whump#you betcha!#i have so many things i want to make with putting a blorbo in a Situation lol#but im too nervous#and self conscious
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YOU hates terfs
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being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like
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Day 3: Parenthood 🎏
#avatar the last airbender#atla#not my art#THIS IS TOO ADORABLE STAHP#EXCEPT DONT STAHP BECAUSE I NEED MORE OF THIS IN MY LIFE#aang#katara#tenzin#bumi ii#kya
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Halloween night
#the walten files#return of the pumpkin rabbit#holy SHIT this is adorable oh my goodness#fav#not my art
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Managed to finally draw out some of the character designs I had in my head for the Glenwood characters from @castleaudios series!
Also featuring a doodle of Claire from a SFW Patreon only audio, I highly suggest checking out Castle's Patreon for access to that kind of thing!
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Glenwood series can be found here
Castle's Patreon can be found here
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here is day 14!! two weeks of fics every day!! i'm still having fun!! this one is an OC fic for my TLPoE ladies >:)
She can hardly even see through her blurred vision enough to dial her most recent contact, hoping to god it wasn’t a telemarketer. It rings once, twice, three times, and she realizes that she shouldn’t have assumed that Kit would pick up. It’s almost midnight, and she’s sleeping. All she can hope is that Kit doesn’t sleep with her phone on silent.
“Lacey?” a groggy, quiet voice comes from the other line. Thank God. “What’s wrong?”
“Somethin’s not right,” she manages to moan. She can hear rustling sounds in the background as Kit climbs out of bed to take the call in the living room to avoid waking her wife.
“What does that mean?”
“I think… think I got poisoned.”
“What?” she asks, the roots of anxiety planting themselves in her gut. “When? By Kolar?”
“Mhm,” is all she can manage. That’s the only person who could have done it. She’d had an undercover date with him earlier and he must be getting suspicious that something is going on with her. Who knows? Maybe he’d just done it for the thrill of it.
“What’s happening? How do you know?”
“Stomach’s sick,” she says. “Feels like I can’t catch my breath.” Kit can hear just how winded she sounds even just having this conversation.
“I’m on my way, okay? But I need you to unlock your door for me.”
“No,” she whines, but Kit stands firm.
“It’s the only way I can get inside, kid,” she explains. “You need to get up and unlock it. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. I’m not even getting dressed. I’m already in the car.”
That makes her feel a little better—certainly she can manage to fight this off and stay conscious for 15 minutes, right?
“Thankyou,” she slurs, the words she intends to differentiate melding into one.
“I need you to stay on the phone with me until I get there. Get up and unlock that door for me.”
“I can’t.”
“You have to. I know you feel bad, but you have to get up. You don’t even have to stand if you’re too dizzy. Crawl there, for all I care. Just get the damn door open.”
Lacey is still grumbling, but turns herself onto her hands and feet to shuffle like an animal. After putting her phone in her pocket on speaker, she gets about halfway through her living room before she collapses, hitting her forehead hard on the floor and dropping her phone in the process.
“Lacey?” she hears, her old as hell phone making her voice sound tinny. “Lacey, can you hear me?”
“Sorry,” she says as she fumbles with the phone for another few seconds. “M’so tired.”
“You can rest as soon as you open that door, okay? Just stay with me.”
Lacey gets back on her hands and knees and starts toward the door once more, this time reaching about ¾ of the way across the room before her stomach flips and she has to grab the nearest trash bin. She feels sorry for Kit, having to listen to this, but she’s raised a daughter, so surely she’s heard worse.
“Are you okay?”
It’s relative, but since she’s not actively dying any faster than she had been a minute ago, she nods, then remembers that Kit can’t see her. “Yes,” she replies. “M’almost there.”
“Good, Lacey, good. Keep going. As soon as you have that door unlocked, you can relax and I’ll take it from there. But you have to stay with me now.
Lacey makes her way to the door and reaches up, barely in time to twist the deadbolt before passing out.
“Lacey?” a voice calls. She realizes that she must have fainted, because she has no recollection of the time between leaving the bathroom and waking, sitting up with Kit by her side on her knees. “I know you can hear me. Look at me.” Lacey does so as best she can, but her vision is still blurry, unfused; her eyes wander a bit before they rest on her neat grey hair.
“Kit,” she gasps. “I can’t breathe.”
“Ambulance is on the way, alright? No need to be scared. I’ve got you.” Lacey slips once more into unconsciousness and drops forward, only to be caught by Kit. “You’re okay, kid,” she soothes. She’s never been good with that, not even with her daughter, Sophie. No instinct kicks in, no motherly intuition that will somehow make this all okay. It leaves her sounding detached and awkward. “I’ve got you.” That’s the best she can do.
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Didja know I have commissions open? I need some help keeping my head above water, so I’ve opened them again
DM me or head over to MY KOFI or MY FORM for prices and orders!
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i drew this for my femme because i love her very much
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your glenwood art is really cute! i hope you keep making more in the future
Thank you so much! I absolutely will; I’ve been in a rut due to mental health issues and a change in job but I’m hoping to get back to it soon!
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