so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though
two vast avatars in a fistfight, call that skybox
new reblog game actually put in the tags what the blog you reblogged from tastes like
Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So
like to charge reblog to cast
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🕯️🕯️ may all 🕯️🕯️
🕯️🕯️corrupt politicians🕯️🕯️
🕯️🕯️ meet their fate 🕯️🕯️
🕯️🕯️ ‧͙☆༓happy ides༓☆‧͙🕯️🕯️
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While I was selling my art at a convention last weekend, I suddenly had a vision in my mind that I just had to paint.
In these horrible times of trans rights being stripped away in several countries, I wanted to celebrate lgbtqia+ in all forms, as well as Doctor Who for its firm support of the community 🙏
Hopefully, I'll have stickers and prints ready for my final market before summer 🤞
Painted with acrylic and gouache colours 🎨
DRIED GHAST????
GHASTLING??????!
I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS INFORMATION
imagine a goat with a hat
what hat did you give the goat what is the instinctual hat you gave to this goat