All my friends went to space to rave on a desert planet, and I'm here instead, that's right, eating a ziploc bag of black olives.
Call me
mission control
Some Kind of Animals Or Creature
- They/She
Artist, frequently of big anthros. Mid 30’s, ΘΔ, you can find me on FA, Tumblr, and Bluesky too! 18+ please, I make weird stuff sometimes.
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in reply to @feybeasts's post:
haven't seen one ziploc bag of black olives on a desert planet beyond the stars, so neener-neener.