Someone Should Tell Kayne That Arthur Needs His Limbs…

hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over

life is so unfair. why is the fucking splorkbub in yellow my second chair now. i should be at the club. unfortunately there's only one option and the manager of the waylay banned me.

Bonus shenanigans

Let him cook!!!!

that's it. too many of these eldritch spooky bitches need therapy and a LOT of it. somebody call

UP & ADAM!

(This is about Kayne and Jon Sims, mostly.)

Fun fact about me! One of my long time special interests is the 1920s/silent generation, so my current malevolent obsession just lines up in the most awful wonderful way. Anyway. Biblically accurate Arthur be upon ye.

kayne’s couple therapy

Almost finished my [REDACTED] design! This is the doll version

the main version will take longer to draw because I’m really bad at drawing people, plus I’m often busy with school stuff, sorry

Some Malevolent sticker designs!

my favourite part of the wager is when kayne said “its wagerin time” and then wagered all over