Baby Tee That Says “future Rent Boy” And It’s On A 6’3 Fat Jacked Diesel Mechanic Who’s Actively

Tamaharu

Artist Joodles

leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

finish my finals? no. i will be writing condemned podcast fanfiction.

Experimenting with layers, colour and brushes, featuring Br’aad!!!

Jrwi got me again it’s all i think about

one day i'll actually start posting my fic but today is probably not that day

anyways on a bit of a roll art-wise so have this dumb doodle

new fic. go hog wild.

au where taxi and vel end up in the wharf about a decade and a half earlier than usual- and by going through the things the vengolor brothers left behind when they escaped, taxi and vel find themselves searching for answers only the other escapees of their orphanage can give them.

it’s gonna fuck so hard you don’t understand.

WAKE UP GAY PEOPLE AND BY GAY PEOPLE I MEAN BIGGAYHIMBO STANS

and a very pleasant hello to the scythebelts enjoyers.

it is a nearly unconquerable thing to not go back to what is bad for you when you like it. i am owed an apology and i’d like an explanation. what i get instead is the purse of your lips around a smile; a smile i have to blame on the drink in your hand because otherwise it spells disaster all over again.

all over again i’m back in your car, your arm against mine on the freeway. all over again we’re arguing about something that will be important later. right now the argument is silly and inconsequential. right now the sunroof is open and you ask me to spend the night. in the real world you offer me a shot. in the real world i say no to sharing a cigarette and i walk home drunk under the sweet, cold night.

six wips dead nine human casualties

as a psa

-i’m in the middle of changing my major and getting a new job

-my usual beta reader is in the middle of a compsci degree and busy as hell

-my other beta reader is about to give up romance/porno for lent

expect a little over 35k words of scythebelts as soon as college takes it’s boot off my neck- or, more likely, expect it with the end of lent and the return of our lord and savior jesus christ, on easter sunday.