I think at least a quarter of the blogs that follow me now are porn blogs and I have 377 followers
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
Ah, nice to hear you like my art! Pendletons it is then
Follow for more soft grunge PendletonsI don’t know what happened with the color palette, pastel goths kidnapped me and made me do this I swear— or not, ohwell.
Dead Eel: Ready when you are, hatboy.
Dead Eel: What are you going to pay us in. Top hats? Body bags?
Hatter: You might need those sooner than you think.
Dead Eel: Is it true you Hatters pay a man to make your dresses?
Hatter: Leave the Dressmaker out of it. He’s an artist! He used to make clothes for the Empress. What have you ever done?
Dead Eel: Relax, mister. It’s a truce, remember?
|—||A Hatter and a Dead Eel have a conversation (Brigmore Witches translation files.)|