Alice the Rat

I thought it was a ScentStories player at first...

Ahem.
x.com/BlancLauz/st...

Underwear shoppin!

Hey artists, quote with your woman art

comm for @ScAvengerHyena on xtwitter

Mrs. Brisby is ready for more. She's reached a point where she doesn't care as long as she has a loving and supportive husband and Justin is quickly filling all those empty spaces she's missing in her life.

Pun intended ~

gromit's gone wild

Best screenshots I could get:

(I wonder what that 'special offer' flash is hiding) 🍆

gromit send you this pic wyd????

Helllooo! Here is a lil animation commission for my buddies flip 7 lock screen

Quote with your best cock drawing 🍆❤️

A fandom classic, still charming to this day.
Animated by ParallaxMLP!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=obdL...
#mlp #mlpfim #art

glass, bottle, bottle, glass.

Goatercycles 🏍️🐐
#illustration #goats #anthro #furry

clay(?): a cute dog with its tongue out, wearing a yellow top and blue pants, is sitting at a computer, hands on the keyboard.

imagery, login, magazine (1996) archive.org/details/logi...

As a kid, I once added extra raisins to my Raisin Bran and realized that sugar coating makes all the difference. 🤢

Now, I just mix corn flakes and Froot Loops and create my own Crumply Crunch.

The world hasn't been the same since He broke up with Hall...

害獣 (人間たちのいるところ)

This scar. A permanent reminder of someone I once called a friend, who in a moment of panic, made a stupid decision. A decision I'm still paying for. Word travels fast in this town, especially around campus. Marie's hysteric ranting made sure of that. No one looks at me the same anymore, not even Marie. Before that day, I was just Lucy. Just Lucy. Now, I'm "that girl" or "her". People whisper to each other when I walk by. I've gotten weird looks. Marie's embellished stories made herself look like the big heroine, bravely vanquishing the monster who violated her helpless best friend Lucy. Violated. That's the word she used. I was violated alright. Not that morning at the diner. Not by that poor boy. But by Marie. Days after. By her lies. Marie and I eventually stopped talking. She moved away, she didn't tell me where she was going and made a point to block my number. Some time after Marie moved away, it felt like things cleared up. There were still whispers but, no one seemed to know who it was about anymore. I even found a boyfriend. Figured things were finally looking up. We got intimate one night and as soon as my shirt came off he immediately noticed the scar. "Oh you're THAT Lucy??" he said. To which he got up, made some half-assed excuse and left. He didn't even give me chance to explain myself, and that everything he heard about me was wrong. Whatever it's turned into, this scar is a big part of it. He started avoiding me after that. Thanks, Marie. You made this scar you gave me my most recognizable feature to people. There's nothing left for me here. Bee's is closed, rumours are making the rounds again. I've heard some, they're worse than before. My search for that boy also came up empty, except for a long shot in the Maritimes. I'm starting to think the small trip I have planned to that town there should be more.. permanent. Start over. Where no one knows who I am, where no one heard some fucked up version of Marie's stories. I think that's the right call.

Scar

#MewgleArt

digital paintings of chip the wolf smiling at the viewer and chip looking up with his big nose near the viewer.

what was meant to be a warm up became the only drawing...chip the wolf time!

I hate meethe to peethe

I just dreamed about them last night!

Another sketch for @cmddog.com, this time of their OC faltemis

an important distinction

I love this silly vintage polish matchbox kitty

trying to sketch the gorgeous @lostpaw.bsky.social