#timbur

Tim and Bernard

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~Grr

Piece Number 3; Timbur stagnates an answer to a fellow filly who asks of her parents, what they’re like, as in they’re mind they’re severed from reality to remember their drunkard, neglectful father and abusive mother. They imagine a looming sight of darkness and evil surrounding around them, trapped by their mother’s grip, as their every word is watched, and listened to. What a poor filly. Sorry this is late y’all, I ended up being super busy yesterday! ~Grr

Parents fighting again. A commonplace for the small green pony, though they never became used to such a sight. Mom, angry again at dad for waking up hungover after a mysterious night out. Dad defending himself saying he didn’t cheat by doing anything with any other mare, he’s sure of it. But how can he be so sure? It’s not like he remembers when he gets drunk at home, whose to say he can remember when he’s drunk out? You’re lucky you even made it home. She says. You’re lucky I decided to come back to this place. He says. He goes on, you’re lucky I haven’t left you, you’re a crazy bitch. What can I do? Except watch. I can’t run, I can’t hide. There is no where safe. If I run, maybe she will hurt me again. If I hide, they might find me. They will find me. What a poor little filly. So sorry for this being late again. I’ll get it right. ~Grr

Drew this some time ago. Might throw it at people, I dunno yet. Enjoy ~Grr

Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy my drawing. I wanted to draw more but I have to draw a response and I really really need to get my concentration done within the next week. Hoo boy Wish me luck! Love you all! ~Grr