I realized I never shared this here — but this is the piece I did for the DMCL Exchange that happened a few months back! Did this for … shit I forgot who I did this for.

my half of a lil art trade of sorts with @mythologiquill where we both design each other characters! I had a lot of fun working on this! <3 my other porcelain cat doll character design can be found here

♡ if you like my art please consider buying me a kofi ♡

mmfmmgmgmmmgmhm I fucking love the detail of ennard’s last resort towards the end of the (private room) 5th night being to FUCKING USE ELIZABETHS VOICE TO TRY AND CONVINCE MICHAEL TO GIVE UP AUGHADJD. Like. Dude would not have heard his sisters voice in years so. AUGH. It just really shows how little there was left of Elizabeth versus Baby. If that makes sense???? Like, Elizabeth is so far gone from her own humanity at that point, and probably integrated far too much with Baby’s programming to kill (plus Baby’s desire to get out of the facility no matter what), that Elizabeth/Baby resorts to using her own voice to try and get Michael to do what she wants. God I fuckigng love SL’s fifth night HUAGAGCVJHHF

The only thing worse than having to write about a book you don’t understand is not being able to rightfully describe what you understand about the book

could you draw a mind doing anything?? :3

sitting seething high atop his stolen throne (he pushed heart out of the chair)

*coming back from the dead* I am so gay for Arlecchino *dies again*

I do not know how to explain to a 55lbs dog that the 8lbs cat really does not see her as a Fun New Friend, and in fact sees her as a terrifying eldritch horrorterror. because dog REALLY wants to play. And thusfar seems to think cat’s growling and swatting is weird attempts at playing. and i’m trying really hard to be chill about it but oh my god i’m gonna strangle the dog if she doesn’t leave the cat alone because I feel way too shitty to be playing referee today.

I’M JUST A GHOST, SO I CAN’T HURT YOU ANYMORE

didn’t have a whole lot of time to sit and draw today like I was hoping, so here’s a quick ghostie gee for day 4 <3

also life update: I’ve been eating more again yay!

the thing is. yeah kendall feels like his whole life now is worth nothing. the one thing he was always meant to do, since he was seven years old he now cannot do. he will never get to do it. so he might as well die, right? he might as well end it all but the thing is life is never that kind nor generous. so i think kendall will try and fail. and he’ll try again and again but the world will keep its grip on him and eventually he’ll just stop trying. and yeah maybe he’ll never be a whole person (we’re nothing) maybe he’ll take logan’s advice and collect sports cars or write a book or start a new company but either way he’ll be forced to start anew. kendall logan roy died it’s just kendall now. and this outcome in itself is generous in a way because circumstances out of his control have kind of forced him to hold some accountability for his own life finally instead of counting on broken promises his father made him at 7 years old. he’s actually being forced to Be instead of just living up to someone else’s name. and he actually has people around him who still undoubtedly care. he’s sick and horrible and twisted but he is still ultimately lovable. he is still a human being weeping on the dirty ground even though he has spent so long trying not to be. even though he recanted the very thing that made him Real. the world will simply not relinquish its hold on him! tragic but somewhat hopeful in a way

being so exhausted from jobs and other things means i can’t even appreciate qphil being caged n shit properly 😔😔😔😔

a fun realization I had last night is that I have neither an actual family nor a found family

Work rant:

Been working my ass off in a new department that I have minimal background in, whilst dealing with my mental health being probably the worst it’s been in the 10 months I’ve worked here, and today I was told by a supervisor that I’m not completing my tasks fast enough (mind you we’re consistently at or near max capacity rn) and she regarded my performance as seeming like I just don’t care. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day feeling extra fucked up and down on myself. I wish I had the capability/courage to stand up for myself and point out that they’re constant nitpicking has been getting to me, especially when they constantly appear to be chatting with their friends during work. Both her and the other supervisor have been cool in my books up til now, but the way they’ve both been treating me the past couple weeks has me not wanting to be there anymore. I’m tired of the nitpicking, hypocrisy, and the lack of care for those they’re supposed to be supervising.

shout out to the trans + autistic person working at the thingy i started volunteering at today for being the only adult i have both had an actual conversation with and felt 100% safe around

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