I kinda missed Oliver, so why not draw him as my halloween greeting to you all, getting all the yummy candies
#oc #shota #halloween #scream
I wonder how many things started as jokes, like that stupid stir fry robot that chops meat and greens that someone invented, but now people are actually using that shit because there's no decent people around to stand over the wok and stir fry. Like it started as a joke haha look at the machine make food isn't that quaint and now people are serious about it and the food sucks and they don't know what to do, they don't know how to go back.
BTW! I have a new twitter! You should follow me over there! https://twitter.com/LEWDT_Art
Trauma/Pet snake
So here's how this post came to be. I was thinking about traumatic stuff, I had to live feed a snake I rescued from an abusive owner and rehomed to a better suited professional. But it fucked me up to have to feed her. She wouldn't eat pre killed. Owner had trained her on live. I had to watch to make sure the rat didn't get away, but they could never get out of the tub. Some seemed to have an instinctive fear of the snake, others were completely oblivious, crawling all over it, even sniffing right up to it's face, then wham. I didn't like it. I didn't like it so much I got rid of the snake as soon as I could. And I like snakes. But then I wonder, what's worse, suffocating from carbon dioxide, or suffocating from constriction? I've tried to inhale co2 before, your body rejects it, you physically can't and it's incredibly painful. I've also wrestled before, and been squeezed, even until I passed out, and I would pick that every time over breathing in co2, and the point is they kill the rats they freeze for reptile food with co2.
And then I thought to myself, well what's the non trauma version of this post? I like rats, that's why it bothered me what I had to do, and I like their little hands, and it's a bad image in my head that I have to live with now.
The Trench