Uhhhhh I don’t really know what this is besides wanting to draw something in the s/pooky month style? Just having a brain rot moment. Thought it would be funny if there was a character that looked like Bob but when he’s not in costume. That was like just a tired college student. So I kinda threw that idea on the page. Idk maybe this guy is related to that teen bob lookalike. Family cursed to look like cannibal killers.
Most people find listening to the sound of falling rain relaxing.
Most people.
Not him.
He had spent too many nights huddled under awnings and tucked under bridges, unable to avoid the water that soaked him and what little he had to the skin.
Wet shoes and socks meant being barefoot, too numb with cold to notice he was stepping on broken beer bottles along the road. Wet clothes meant that he had only hours to find somewhere, anywhere to get warm or dry before he would get sick, really sick.
He wasn’t there, anymore.
He was safe.
He was home.
But that didn’t mean the sound of falling rain didn’t fill him with a bone deep sense of dread.
She didn’t understand exactly; she knew she’d been lucky enough to never associate the sound of rain with anything other than staying indoors. But she understood enough.
Warm blankets and dry socks found their way into his lap while the whistle of the kettle drowned out at least a little of the noise.
She’d close the curtains and put a movie on, loud enough that he could almost forget until the next crack of thunder would make him jump.
He didn’t hide under storefront umbrellas or overpasses anymore, but he did tuck himself further under her arm, as if out of habit, even now.
They both silently hoped that one day, the rain would be just rain. But until then, they’d wait out the storm together, in dry socks.
For my second painting in my little alt fashion hermits series, I present to you Joe playing the role of every dude I knew in high school if they were just a lil bit braver with their fashion choices, and Cleo if she was a Monster High doll.
I hope I didn’t bother u going thru and reblogging a bunch of your stuff 😅 💖
I wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your speculative biology mario work and all the effort you put into it!! I haven’t seen anything about Luigi from you yet, how’s he doing in this world?
gurathin, thiago, indah...starting to get the sense that if murderbot didn't have any specific person playing the role of "someone i deep down respect who i'm convinced hates me" at any given time, presaux would have to assign someone, for enrichment purposes
I played this mission (and subsequently finished HITMAN 3 even though it was very late because I simply couldn’t go to bed after the “Necessary Evil” cutscene) three years ago today.
On Valentine’s Day.
It was a coincidence, but because I’ve been obsessed with whatever is going on between these two (i.e. an ineffable and seemingly unbreakable bond that is neither really romance nor friendship but is so strong and special it feels to me like it transcends the concept of love itself) for years, I thought it was a funny one.