Arrested by the princess’s guard for infiltrating the castle and teaching all the maids the joy of slav-squatting with a cigarette
went to my best friend’s house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, “did you do that?” she said, “yes, I saved them.”
turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadn’t sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.
cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. “Let me save you [turn you into a monster].”
my liege you cannot trust this buffoon. he doesn’t even begin every other sentence with “my liege.” he‘ll never whisper in your ear the way i do it, my liege. sire. your fuckableness
I'm obsessed with them and the idea of twisted Sprout being protective of twisted Cosmo so I drew them again... I might just make an art dump post of all the doodles I've done of them over the past week they are my favorites well Sprouts my favorite and his pastry boyfriend just got dragged along because I draw them together a bunch.
orb weavers' sexual dimorphism is hilarious to me like.
me and my big beautiful wife