#danny's rambles

holy shit this is my first actual ask in AGES lmfao.

katrina is my oldest oc that i still think about on a daily basis, i made her in highschool and it kinda shows but i still love her. shes a trans magical catgirl who fights crime in her small town with the help of her friend/crush fennel ferret, who acts as the brains to katrina's brawn. i still havent fully fleshed out their story yet, but rest assured theres a LOT of mutual gay pining and angst that comes with the territory of having the job of "magical girl" forced upon you (and how that can be seen as a trans allegory). i dont have much finished art of katrina that ive done recently, but ive got a big piece of her and fen that im working on right now that im really excited about >:3

my daugher..... (this drawing is so old T_T)

jon and trav have been my main ocs for a few years now, and their story is a LOT more fleshed out than katrina's lol. their story (somerset) takes place in a small beach town not unlike the one i grew up in, and follows them as they try fall in and out (and in again) of love while also trying to figure their lives out during the instability of being in their early 20's. ive been wanting to make this comic for years, i just feel like i dont have the time (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) their story is heavily based off of myself and some relationships ive had while being in my early 20's, and i feel like its a story a lot of people would reasonate with. theres also some supernatural aspects to it that i dont wanna spoil, but i promise it'll be cool lol.

art by salamanding :3 (jon is the unicorn, trav is the dog)

Anyway, my friend’s neighbor is a stupid cunt. She had two cats(she kept the other cat, her name is Too Faced) but she let them be outside cats and didn’t bother or care to get them fixed. Soon enough, both cats got pregnant. Too Faced had three kittens, and Bean had 6. All but two of Bean’s kittens have died, and the neighbour didn’t fucking care at all. When I brought Bean into the shelter I was in fucking tears, every time I think about her I start crying. I cried for almost half an hour after I left the shelter as well.

Now onto what makes me so fucking angry. The day that I took Bean to the shelter (my friend’s and boyfriend did come with me) my friend (I’ll call her M) asked the neighbor if she wanted to say goodbye before we took Bean, and this fucking bitch had the balls to say no, and then tell the cat that she hopes she never comes back. Also my friend M has been feeding both of her cats for at least seven months because she locks the cats outside, and doesn’t put food out for them.