I want to pat him SO BAD

Madara yokai

Puppy Harry~!

Another watercolor practice :>

I actually didn't plan for it to be monochromatic (i just wanted a pink underpainting) but i rolled with it and it came out pretty fun!

It's more intimate and dreamy that way...?

I finally used my scanner, woo!

Also I recorded my process of my watercolor practices and i'm gonna try to edit this soon and post it!

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This refers to a comic you can find here.

Chocolate for Breakfast

In tribute to my friend, d.d. rapids

Gentle rain, I think of you Through your ears, I marvel

As skies change hue To pink from blue Black with a cue Of orange

Falling leaves, I think of you They're your favourite colour My favourite is all of you Your fullness made life fuller

In the sun, I think of you Memories of walking Sitting by the river The timbre of your smile

Falling snow, I think of you Though cold, you never were You incorrigible lowercase type With your stubborn uppercase love

Some days, you were green And some, you weren't black Some days, you were blue These days we won't get back

I miss you in the spring And in every other season Artist, poet, human, clown You didn't need a reason To celebrate

May I sleep beside you? Do you want me to? Muffled in Earth's hum Thinking about your hand

*does this to your brain affectionately*

A nice little brain tickle. Oh good I was missing a piece ya know

man i haven't been drawing much, so I'll leave you with this pigeon doodles i made a few days ago:(

where are the jobs for useless people who can't handle anything at all

Love them✨

a little self-indulgent comic :>

When the heroes are not in the camp

Chilchuck the struggling girl dad🥳

POV you ate shit during the family drama hour and your adopted peepaw needed your dogs help finding the Temple

the gang wanted to see if it’d work

Ode to Masonry

Ever see a window? Even from afar Ever see a door? Shuttered or ajar

Spying is an instinct Light compels the eye And the mind, it wanders To the other side

Passages necessitate A certain conjecture Worlds and worlds are hidden Even in the architecture

Calling to you with its laughing Silvern-cobbled voice When presented with a wall, One is spoilt for choice

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so..... I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians