I’m just tryna love you, support ya goals and push you towards ya dreams and fuck you like the world is about to end.
Okay , okay.
Yes please
I know I’ve been on this fucking site for too long because I starting reading this like an insult immediately after the word “dreams” with a shitpost tone flip like “And Fuck You! Like the world is going to end??!”
yet more patreon stuff with a little color slapped on.
some rough centaur designs that i scrapped from a zine project. they live in my Small Guide universe now. they’ll probably get more exciting coloring/lore when i have time.
Oh yes? Not a big girl right now? It’s not like being… young, for me. Just small.
Like something I could hold in my hand? Yes, Mister.
Like I’m doing right now. Yes, Mister.
Do you feel safe here? Uh huh.
Do you feel all used up? All worn out? … Maybe.
Or do you think you can take a little more? A little more what?
Oh, so you are coming back to yourself a little. Maybe. Mister.
“Maybe.” Well. Maybe I want to do a little something you won’t bounce back from so fast. Maybe I want you to be thinking about this for a long time. Uh uh.
You think I won’t? Or you think I can’t? I dunno.
Maybe I want you to beg before I let you leave this room. I bet you can’t make me.
Guess we’ll have to see how much more you can deal with, then, won’t we?
