Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

“Show your flags!”

* drops the fleur-des-lis, runs up a black ensign bearing a crudely portrayed sword bearing figure standing atop two skulls, labelled ABH and AMH respectively *

Arr, tis Pride Month! RUN OUT THE GUNS, MISTER BELLAMY!

Tuesday morning is always difficult even when it’s on Wednesday.

managed to get a little more sleep. Just kinda stressed out in general tbh.

Iron Man https://youtu.be/-KGq7nYr6UI via @YouTube

Black Sabbath's classic song about Charlemagne, the Iron King.

let's have a crying jag to "All We Ever Wanted Was Everything" while trying to draw horse anatomy.

I think I am not going to draw more this evening, though I did realize a pretty cool thing about proportions on horse legs.

okay, I threw money at fucking insurance parasites so I can continue to live here without being dinged by the fucking landlord parasites. Anyone else need me to pay for my continued existence?

greedy richass liver flukes.

so it's not even 06/01 yet and you're sending me threat o grams about how you're going to charge me an extra $50/month if I don't prove renewing my apartment insurance by 06/23? I suspect you're making money for broker friends you fucking rich goyim parasites. Fucking die.

#subtweet
If you feel like givin’ me a lifetime of revulsion
I second that emulsion
*dumps mayonnaise on everything *

See, this is why furry fandom is great. You normally have to watch several Bond movies to get stuff like this, but your fursona could be a hot shark girl in a formal suit playing baccarat with skiing ninjas rappelling into a secret volcano base IN SPACE.

… no I’m not taking commissions why?

… Followed by the scene where he’s in scuba gear, playing baccarat against a shark.

Followed by Barry’s theme for the part of the movie where guys on skis and a skimobile pursue Bond on a powerboat through the waterways of Bangkok. You probably missed that part of the movie, it’s a real short chase.

PRETTY GIRLS BEWARE OF HIS GOLDEN BREADING!
IT’S THE BREADING I’M DREADING!

DUH DUH!
da dwee da!
DUH DUH!
da dwee da!

*very Dame Shelley Bassey voice*
Chicken finger! He’s the man, the man with the Midas touch!
A spider’s touch!
Such a… frickin’ finger! Beacons you to his FRY BASKET OF SIN!
But don’t go in!

I’ve managed to walk back my mood from “headed for massive irritability depression” to “this sucks and in a few hours I’ll get my life back and I’ll draw something.”

It’s Monday- I’m sorry Tuesday- and it sure feels like all my dreams are dead, and I exist largely as a way of transferring money between rich people while conveniencing other rich people. You can see how this might be uncomfortable as a feeling.

The eventual ending turns out to be kinda anticlimactic after things like singing your way into an alternate universe THROUGH the body of a cosmic serpent. But our hero decides to launch a Dune like jihad to reclaim hope for the universe based on honey tasting good, so there's that.

Really, given how everything else in this comic was going, it was pretty much inevitable there'd be a gigantic naked vampire woman who merged with her own FTL capable spaceship creature, at *some* point.

Though he *does* include the detail that the FtM Metabaron has mastectomy scars. Which seems very... normal in a narrative with cyber-psionic-positronic-everything.

dealing with some of the anger by blasting Schostakovich 7th again.