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made another set bc i can't help myself & these are fun to make

Oh, wow! You've been here since The Animist Alliance days? You must be one of the OGs!! I'm so happy to hear that you've stuck around this long 🥰

I'm glad you like the drawing style. I draw on everything if people leave paper and pencils near me unsupervised for too long, so it's definitely something that I've developed extensively. I've had people on Reddit comment that they know it's my drawings before they check my username because the art style is so recognisable, which I think is a good thing? It makes me happy as long as I don't overthink it and start worrying that my art is so recognisable because it's just that bad.

Anyway! Art! Here, look: drawings I've done that don't fit into the main updates! :D

Here's a Sneer that I doodled on a receipt at work today (I was not enjoying my work day, which is why he looks miserable, lmao. Sorry Sneer 💔)

I might've posted this before, but I do enjoy doodling my Starter Colonists With Long Black Hair a lot (is Mechi's still the best?). I'll have to remember to get another one in our next series to continue the trend 🤔

I also use my art powers for evil sometimes (a LOT of the time, actually, but I just don't post it often), observe:

You don't know much about men that aren't the academic or goofy types in passing, you've always filled in the blanks from pop culture or stories on the news. So when the hulking form of John Price shows up at the funeral and offers to be the brother he never was, there's not much to do except jump at the chance to escape your grief and hope he's not an asshole.

Slowly, you learn more about men than you ever thought you would. John sets the two of you up with a modest, terraced house not far from the primary base he works out of. It's the small things that build this knowledge of men in your brain. Learning that a grunt can convey a whole sentence, realising that you do have to tell him its only fair he puts the toilet seat down, tentatively pushing your leftovers in his direction and watching him wolf it all down without thought.

Despite the newness of having a man around, you start to love it. This not being alone thing. Someone to check in on you with interest and someone to share space with who isn’t a parent. It doesn’t take too long before John warms up to your presence. A touch of feminine energy in his life, floral tea towels in the kitchen, and the smell of those scented candles you like in the corridor.

He lets you into parts of his world. Explains he will have to be away sometimes but you can stay forever if you choose. You're blood and everything soft where he is hard. He trusts you. Invites his closest men around to meet you. Asks them plainly in confidence to keep an eye on you whenever he can't be there.

John has no idea what he's starting, asking those promises. He's happy even, to have his best people all in one place where he knows they'll be safe.

When he gets home, he wants to surprise you, sweetly like a good brother should. Picks up a bouquet of your favourite tulips. There's no way to guess he'd get home and open the door to find you already being doted on.

Sat on Gaz's lap, split open on his cock while Simon caresses your face and pumps into your mouth.

John is frozen stock-still as you moan in delight and wriggle between his men in the middle of the living room.

Not even hearing Johnny entering from the kitchen side; holding up a can in triumph with a naked erection thumping on his belly as he walks, "Aye, I found the squirty cream!"