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Comic panel of the aftg comic adaptation I'll never have energy to make.

(Aftg-tober day 9, cross posted to my insta @ strawberryproblems)

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love to be paid a leather pouch heavy with coin that makes a satisfying clink as the mysterious stranger sets it down meaningfully on the oaken table

Drawing Neil punching riko because I love the feral energy like get his ass !! Smack that bitch

man ive been watching videos of sheep getting shorn all night. makes me wanna be a sheep, getting man handled by a farmer who loves me, emerging from my cocoon of wool a totally new being. prancing around the barnyard so free, no longer weighed down by winter. i have clinical depression 

Hi all, am taking Andriel art prompts for the first time in so long because I finished my degree last week !! Woo pardy. Anyway pls drop me a little something and I’m gonna get back on my bullshit!

May as well pop this here too!!

Yoshida Toshi Mendocino, Sunrise

with reverse

I love it in post canon fics when Neil kicks jack’s ass lmfao

I have a fondness for graffiti, the tags that crop up around your street, the names you see over and over. It’s like hello stranger. I don’t know you, but I’ve seen your name on postboxes my whole life. I know you print your own stickers and believe in aliens. Sometimes I’ll be on the other side of town and see a tag that’s local to my parents house and I think, oh it’s you! Still carving your name into bus shelter glass. I love the sharpie scrawled blabber and the toilet stall drama, the nick is a bitch doodled on a fence post.

When I was a kid someone had spray painted miss piggy on the side of a bridge that we would pass to get to my grandmas house. I loved her, I used to make my parents drive back around so I could see her if I forgot. One day when I was older they sandblasted piggy away and I was pretty sad. She wasn’t hurting anyone, she was just the little guardian of the bridge.

I was reminded of miss piggy recently when a new piece appeared on my bus route from college. Scratched in white paint over brick it said ‘Why Not?’. Everyday I would get on my bus in the dark and I would travel for an hour and everyday I would think, I can’t do this. And then I would see the tag I would feel a little bit less alone, like at least someone is out there and wants me to be brave. And I would, every day, even though it was the most depressed and anxious point my life.

Suddenly cave paintings made sense to me. Living alone in a world where you know there are others, but you don’t know where they are or how to find them. And then you see a painting of a bear on a cave wall and think yes. People have touched here.

My point is, even if you sandblast, paint over, fine and erase you can’t take away the fact that we are all just humans living together in a mess of colour and language. All throughout our existence too. I think it’s pretty cool.

We love a bit of a disaster bi Kevin day heheh 🌈