Tostitrolx - Matecito

Who names their kid Cnut? Asking for them to be bullied..

Oh, necroMANcy? And what are you SEEING this man for? More gay sex? Gay Frankenstein sex?

this isnt even funny i just wanted to draw miles and maya doing steel samurai discourse

dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says "Aaaaand scene!!!" and he claps his hands slowly. and he says "Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let's pause right here." and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.

i finally finished KCD1 🎉 i am kinda sad to see it go though. theres really just something about kcd1 henry :']

im having a lot of fun with 2~ i feel very spoiled by it... it improves on what i already thought was an amazing game and all the interactions are sooooo cute. i squealed when there was a prompt to pray for hans... what a shock... and how delicious >:]

also the first sketch is weird quality i had to save it from my priv twitter cus it got deleted lololol

i'm losing my mind. in the good way this time

Some funny stuff from my broadcast channel on insta lol

Wish me luck on my finals!

"All three? I'm...all three?"

Henry nodded, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched his companion attempt to skim a stone across the lake, "you're all three."

"So, you'd fuck me," Hans said, slowly making sure he understood, "then wed me to appease your conscience," he threw another stone, watching it dance elegantly across the water, "then execute me as soon as you've had your sordid little fill of me?"

"No, it's more like..." Henry paused, spreading out across the blanket, "all three at the same time."

Sighing, Hans gave up on the stones and joined Henry on the blanket, "okay, well, explain that to me."

"Well, sometimes, like when you're practising archery, I want to fuck you," he said with a shrug; out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Hans nod in understanding. Henry resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "but when I see you reading poetry, I could marry you," he looked up at the sky, counting the stars, "and then there's the times you call me a peasant or tell me to fetch wine that is right beside you or get us in trouble, I could wring your scrawny little neck..."

"Yes, yes, alright. I get your point," Hans waved a dismissive hand, also leaning back to look at the stars. Barely a moment later, he sat bolt upright, staring at Henry, "you want to fuck me?"

Henry bowed his head, sighing deeply.

made this gem on Sunday. had to wait all week to post it