H A L L E L U J A H

//as is standard when I get art of him: everyone look at my tiny son.

tHE FLOPPY SLEEVES. I am not okay I have been slain by the small, floppy baby.

[gonna mention fracturedportrait and supremetrashlord because they also love my tiny shitty son as much as I do.]

“Tarrence will definitely eat you, and that’s probably a con... whatever you’re into, babe.”

“I would be foolish to renounce the man who so deeply adores my siblings and I, who gave us honest work and lives of our own. I may not know much, I may be childlike in my behavior, what with how deeply I trust, how openly I adore those I let close, but Tarrence has never once doubted my intelligence, simply whom I imprinted on.”

“Cain’s always been very good to me.” Circus insisted, razor-toothed smile in full force on his face. “There was the one time he got me arrested for murder, and that kinda stunk, prisons smell bad and scientists cut parts of me off. Lucky for me though I heal up really fast, so I don’t have aaaaaanny booboos.”