almost every day for the past 2 months i have been besieged by the muse speaking to me as soon as i wake up. can count on my hands the number of times i have woken to my brain in silence and peace. hardest battles strongest soldiers etc anyway, some art i did last week

secret estraven that i dont have the guts to post to t*mblr

gets his ass

estraven fleeing karhide in his little dinghy comic. so excited to get back home to my tablet to finish this. ignore the last panel i was not in the mood to draw human faces

screaming shitting laughing dying. why can't i have my own personal therem harth rem ir Lives in my Computer and Tells me where my Code is Broken

first day back after covid - why does my gym have a running butts joke

i am accepting diagnoses

waaaaaaaaahhhh

sneep snorp?