all my favorite things start with P!

the director stands up hastily and turns away from the desk, fists balled and quivering. after a second they straighten their shirt and ease their shoulders: when they turn back toward the composer, their expression and demeanour have returned to neutrality. the composer is hunched & pallid, gripping their knees with trembling hands and staring straight down. "take a few minutes to compose yourself," the director says in a frigid tone, "ive got to try and placate the board. investors are already jumping ship. depending on how things go, we may need to meet again in the next several days to discuss your future with this company." the director exits the room without a second glance, leaving the composer to cry alone, gutted by the knowledge that they have not merely failed at their job but betrayed the faith of the one person who ever loved them

you held me wrong

rip brittony you would've loved pikmin bloom

extremely good commission i got for a dragon who lost her hoard and had to get a fast food job

various goofs

multiplied by i

aurora tasty peach palm pals

old kris painting from last year i never finished. titled "i know youre up there"

"He's real, Kris. They all are. It... wouldn't make any sense if he's not."