I Beg My Kidnappers For A Phone, Swearing Not To Make Any Calls Or Texts, And They Stare Over My Shoulder,

Who’s the faker now?

Cult of the Lamb - Head Trauma

Been influenced quite a bit with how comics here on tumblr are formatted, so I've been experimenting lately with how I possibly want to upload sketches and stuff in the future--these little comics were mostly experiments on how high or low effort I would like to go.

In other news, I've finished this game twice now. I'm officially a follower and I've got ideas spinning in my head. This bodes poorly for me.

pspspspspspspsps

re-upload to add stuff to it for my own little Au

more cotl doodles :3 but make it mostly narilamb

CW// Slight gore

My Shadow

For context this takes place maybe five years after the most recent Fae 101 comic and is the prequel to this fic

I developed this au after this fic so if some things are off that’s why lol. It’s all in the same universe

the collection grows

Once again its 3am and this washing machine wizard haunts me

I wanted to do it for a while now xD

The original (from my favorite comedian of all time :3)