Today you guys get art of my husband comfort character, 2004 Tord!!
I don't normally draw him with his trench coat opened but I thought "why not" lol
STOP SMOKING PUTA GRADIENTE!!!!!!!!!!1!1!1!1!1/j
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My third? Fourth? Attempt at this guy. I feel like there's too much going on compared to the others?
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its my birthday next week isnt that crazy
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i still find it very funny you were so distracted by Runaways!Jimmys chest you didn't even notice the glitched out thing with his pins LMAO
... I DID EVENTUALLY.
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hm hm, i could be company tonight! lots of company, perhaps...
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Woah my queues are all kinds of fucked up rn. Weird.
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I really need to go grocery shopping but im also really sick rn. Considering doordashing my groceries
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Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.
The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.
You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character
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throws a toothbrush at you(flirting, scaramouche look away... actually no look)
HELP
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How Do You Love?
a blunt dagger for your darling's chest
there is blood on your hands. you cannot recall the moment the ruby trickles down your wrist, but you scream anyway. 'this is the sound of love,' you think; 'this is the burden of glory.' there is a small price to pay for the violence and fervor of your passion, and you love until the fire consumes you and scorches the earth below. why should it matter, why should you separate pain from euphoria? to love is to destroy, and you demolish everything you touch. your eyes will never fade in the dying twilight. this is the sound of love.
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