Behold, my sappiest (and longest) Lari comic yet, I hope ya'll enjoy some tooth-rottingly sweet fluff UvU
More of me rambling under the cut:
Honestly I was so worried about posting this one, I wrote it when I was really needing some comfort so it turned out very sweet, less humorous than my other shitten stuff, but hey if you've watched and liked my animatic that's what you're here for anyways >:)
As much as I love feral Nari I just love writing him being all soft and chilled out tbh, this cat has been fully domesticated over years of TLC (Tender Lamb Care), I just hope others like it as much as I do too :p
i think some people got the wrong message after watching every movie where mean bullies call the quirky but ultimately loveable protagonist a "freak"
calling people freaks isn't bad just because sometimes you're wrong and that weird girl was actually very nice and saved everyone at prom from a mummy's curse.
calling people freaks is bad because dividing the world into "good people who are normal" and "bad people who are abnormal" makes you a tedious goddamn asshole
Atem and Yugi in separate bodies wouldn't even change much of their dynamic they already spent 3 years with no boundaries they'd just be clingy bitches still joint at the hip, sleeping in the same bed, bathing together, sharing food and drink, if one of em doesn't wanna talk they just push the other one in front [usually Yugi doing this bc he goes nonverbal more often], Atem definitely forgets he can't just walk through solid objects anymore so he keeps bruising his shins on the furniture, if you see one the other won't be far behind so it's actually more concerning if they don't show up as a pair, they probably have separation anxiety but this is the 90's and early 2000's so nobody is willing to talk about that therapy who haha we're so fine :)
words of wisdom if you ever think 'i would like to move to the country and buy some livestock' you need to be able to do fence. you have to have the time and ability, or at the very least money to hire someone, because you WILL be doing fence all the time for the rest of your life forever and ever amen
AU where one of the repercussions of steve’s many head injuries is losing his sight.
corroded coffin is playing a show one night and eddie’s had enough of the man playing “mr. cool guy” in the front row with sunglasses on.
“hey man! everybody can tell you’re cool already dude, are the sunglasses inside really necessary?”
the girl standing beside sunglasses nearly collapses she starts laughing so hard and sunglasses, to eddie’s absolute horror, picks up and waves with a cane, a crooked but confident smile on his face.