My Cat In The Bathtub.

the bottoms are all on strike.

Oh I need to turn notifications on for that blog

why even deny jewish indigeneity to the land of israel, it doesn’t change the fact that palestinians deserve better and it doesn’t help them receive better so why

why assert such an antisemitic position, why say that jews are really from europe or whatever and make it your hill to die on, why deny a simple fact when denying it doesn’t help palestinians whatsoever

jews are indigenous to the levant, that isn’t negotiable and any argument that tries to deny this very basic fact will never succeed in improving the lives of palestinians

Mice on the dice

Immediately after this, (and once Quincey was out of earshot), there was the expected huffing and puffing and I Am the Master of This Castle and These Mountains et cetera, et cetera.

Jonathan tried to ride it out in nodding noncommittal silence.

Mina, devoid of even a fraction of a fuck to give, agreed yes, of course he was. But out of curiosity, when was the last time he attended to anything to do with his title or its duties in the last, say, twenty years? She seems to recall someone of more maturity stepping in to manage every iota of the work while the Master of the Castle was busy with the terribly trying labor of, let her check her notes, strutting around being impressed with himself. Is it not so?

Dracula, doubly pissed, ready to erupt and go full Monster Mode, slipped into a fuming villain monologue--

And his voice cracked.

Jonathan was stone-faced, but white-knuckling his armrest. Mina's psychic laughter could shake the Carpathians. Quincey popped his head in to ask what's the matter, did something happen? Notably, with a pubescent pitch not that many octaves removed from the Count's.

That night was full of thunder and the next family dinner saw the Count grousing that he had no appetite tonight. Or the next. Not until he was iron grey, for some reason.

Jonathan, meanwhile, found his shaving kit mysteriously returned. Plus enough shaving lather to last a decade.

Consider this a cap to this bit of nonsense. Scruffy Winter Mode Jonathan has to get back to his clean-shaven self somehow.

Final apologies to @ibrithir-was-here, thank you for putting up with the shenanigans

(Note: If you haven't jumped on the Blood of My Blood AU, you're missing out. One of the tastiest Dracula Bad Ending stories-in-progress I've ever come across.)

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Mr candy corn

sorry arti hunter shippers I think they would hate each other

Happy Pride fr

Why does this image perfectly sum up Bojack Horsemen without spoiling anything?!

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you.

But first, they must catch you."

Thinking about how dangerous the enemies are in Spearmaster's campaign... I mean they're dangerous in all campaigns of course, but Spearmaster has some real messed up spawns /pos, talk about a perilous quest.

Sorry I haven't uploaded in a hot second, mainly rain world related art block!!

F O R T H E C O M P A N Y .

Took a while and I usually don't do digital art but I think I did a good job.

Edit: we got to 💯 notes

Isn't there someone you forgot to ask?