What Happens When You’re Out On Your Ass, Looking Where Your Life Went Wrong…

I may have brain rot…

I love old fandoms

I am very lucky that my friends and family are so accepting of my hyper focussing ass. I really went on a picnic with my friend and spent 2 hours talking about Transformers and how I want there to be a series all about Starscream lmao.

Horses r cool

Another Self-Indulgent addition to my series.

Tom and Matt are bonding!! What did Matt choose to have them do this week? Dance with him and his dance troupe?

Uh Oh....

Aww Luigiiiiiii Stay with himmmmm

Another bowuigi comic, but this time with…

feelings

What is a plumber to do when you’re divided between being in the arms of your favorite tyrant turtle and potentially having to confront your older brother about your terrible tastes? Whats a single father to do when your tiny sort-of boyfriend has anxiety and you gotta learn to respect his choices?

dumb doodle bonus, luigi taking too long on his walk and mario is getting suspicious

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Hi! ❣️ How did you meet Megatronus?

Part 1/4

"black hole" or "two insufferable people"

writing is old and im kinda iffy about it, but i wanted to finish illustrating it anyway

enjoy!

I feel like I need to say this little story.

So this isn't related to fandom stuff, although maybe you could use it for childhood head cannon stuff. It's just a weirdly fond memory of mine for my childhood and so I grip tightly to them since I barely remember my childhood thanks to ✨trauma✨ but I vividly remember a little thing my mom would do for us for St. Patrick's day. Now my family has a lot of Irish ancestry, so St. Patrick's day is meaningful to me as a lot of Irish culture is. I'm pretty sure this isn't a practice that other's do but yeah.. enough of me prattling, I'll explain the little tradition. The night before St. Patrick's day, my sisters and I would leave out one of our shoes outside our door before we went to bed that night (I always remember leaving out my left shoe) and then the next morning, there would be candies within the shoe. I always loved this but anytime I ever told someone about it that wasn't my family, I would just get weird looks. I think it was simply a little something my mom started to do for her daughters to give us a reason to remember smaller, less celebrated holidays... or maybe it was to give us something happy to do during her and dad's divorce. I remember being pretty bummed about missing that little tradition one year because St Patrick's fell on his weekend, but when we came back, I was overjoyed to see that one of our shoes were out and it was filled with candy. The tradition still continues and I do admit, if I ever have kids of my own someday, I'd love to do this tradition as well.

Also, doing some research about this, apparently leaving shoes outside your bedroom door is a thing for others but it's mainly for like Christmas or in Poland's case, it's a pagan midsummer tradition. You learn something new everyday lol!