hi cohost i’m not dead just dying
real talk here’s some stuff i’ve been doing between work and life and such, im trying to keep making time for art instead of spending all my free time playing fallout

30+ blog of a silly husky! art, writing, and shitposts abound!
I'm writing a novel called All the Stars in Texas, please ask me about it so I can infodump :3c
hi cohost i’m not dead just dying
real talk here’s some stuff i’ve been doing between work and life and such, im trying to keep making time for art instead of spending all my free time playing fallout
felt stressed the other day so i doodled some umbys to soothe my soul 💜💜💜
sorry for the inactivity here - life is wild and busy and adhd is hard
New Inktoling Lad called Synthwave just dropped tho
Text from top left: (Balloon Judd with a knife)
“Do you think Squod stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He has created?”
Also he carries various charger cables in his pockets “just in case.”
It happens so fast.
Max twists in her seat and leans across the console, ignoring the discomfort of the seatbelt anchor digging into her hip. Her hands press to either side of Pox's face, so tight they can feel the slightest tremor still persisting in her palms. In a mad adrenaline-fueled need to act, she drags them in and meets them halfway, her mouth on theirs like the only way she can draw a breath is if she steals it from their lungs.
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I wanted to do some doodles of the babes from my novel that I’m working on, so I did my favorite scene (so far) from it~ I love Max I love Pox. Favorites ever.