anonwyvern

[anonwyvern]

oh wait wait hold on hold on it came to me—

Upon first seeing Arsenic, more importantly his hair, Cross would snort and bump Evelyn with his elbow while joking, “Someone don’t know how to let go.”

Arsenic would snap back, “Hey, bud—least I still have somethin’ to let go of.”

Cross:

Cross 🤝 Arsenic

(I genuinely need these two to meet I feel like they’d both hate and love each other)

their conversation would start out with cheeky insults, followed by some much-needed booze, and then devolve into drunken “no, you’re the best” “no, you’re the best”, and then they’d pass out surrounded by empty bottles of liquor and plates of Arsenic’s cooking (that Cross licked clean in his drunken rambling stupor) and Crow and Evelyn would come upon them with a scratching of their brows and shrug of their shoulders.

[anonwyvern]

Cross 🤝 Arsenic

(I genuinely need these two to meet I feel like they’d both hate and love each other)

their conversation would start out with cheeky insults, followed by some much-needed booze, and then devolve into drunken “no, you’re the best” “no, you’re the best”, and then they’d pass out surrounded by empty bottles of liquor and plates of Arsenic’s cooking (that Cross licked clean in his drunken rambling stupor) and Crow and Evelyn would come upon them with a scratching of their brows and shrug of their shoulders.

[anonwyvern]

Cross 🤝 Arsenic

(I genuinely need these two to meet I feel like they’d both hate and love each other)

their conversation would start out with cheeky insults, followed by some much-needed booze, and then devolve into drunken “no, you’re the best” “no, you’re the best”, and then they’d pass out surrounded by empty bottles of liquor and plates of Arsenic’s cooking (that Cross licked clean in his drunken rambling stupor) and Crow and Evelyn would come upon them with a scratching of their brows and shrug of their shoulders.

[anonwyvern]

*changing sex positions* now let‘s do a silly one

[anonwyvern]

I think one of the tragedies of these “AI bros” is the loss of potential wonderment. If they put their time and effort into making art, and actually using their creativity, I wonder what sort of styles they would have? I wouldn’t have found my style without the years of hard work I put in to each piece, and I love seeing everyone else’s personality in their art. Like, oh hey, that’s you.

Shame there are those out there who will never find their style. They’re all just the same, from copying someone else.

[anonwyvern]

Drawing alot of yearning lately

Tip jar

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when I clean the apartment tip top from head to toe and the very next morning there’s toys my god there’s toys everywhere and what the hell how did my socks end up in the kitchen drawer and why are all the stuffies in the poor dog’s bed burying her alive WHERE DID THIS JACKET COME FROM ITS NOT OURS?????

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what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

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lilchar

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Ash and dust

Grab prints here

[anonwyvern]

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

[anonwyvern]

im sitting here sweating not having realized Revelations is so far along now and I'm nowhere near wrapping it up. guys guys GUYS im going to have to split this series into three parts.

[anonwyvern]

[anonwyvern]

Ahzrukahl before and after Charon's 2 week notice

[anonwyvern]

Alien (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

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I missed them

[anonwyvern]

I just want everyone to see this rooster my mom has. I named him David Bowie. Every time I go to visit, I must see him.

he’s so cool.