here is my fursona Thom
he works for terrible exploitative employers as a deep space recovery guy in the dystopian hypercapitalist future which you can read about at rezq.space
Oh hell yes
Oh hell yes
My brain: Blap Sheep Coppee
My brain: Blap Sheep Coppee
"You'r̵̻͆ĕ̷͜ ̵̢͠a̴̻͐ very smart girḻ̷͂,̸̜̀ ̴͔̆l̴͓̎í̴͚t̵̼͂t̷̙͘l̶̬͑e̵̫͝ ̶̜̈m̵͇͛o̷̧̊r̴͍͗sel." his voice warm, but undercut by static that bled into his words from the errors in the softnet integrity. "You don't need t̴̤̐o̷̬̊ ̴͔̎w̵̙̋ô̸͈r̴̝̓ry about fixing things. That's my job. Your onl̵̝̾y̷̖̚ ̴̰̎j̵̧͝ò̵̻b̵̹̊ ̷̥͋i̴̭͆ś̷͖ ̶̲͝to get better."
#CherubArt
"You'r̵̻͆ĕ̷͜ ̵̢͠a̴̻͐ very smart girḻ̷͂,̸̜̀ ̴͔̆l̴͓̎í̴͚t̵̼͂t̷̙͘l̶̬͑e̵̫͝ ̶̜̈m̵͇͛o̷̧̊r̴͍͗sel." his voice warm, but undercut by static that bled into his words from the errors in the softnet integrity. "You don't need t̴̤̐o̷̬̊ ̴͔̎w̵̙̋ô̸͈r̴̝̓ry about fixing things. That's my job. Your onl̵̝̾y̷̖̚ ̴̰̎j̵̧͝ò̵̻b̵̹̊ ̷̥͋i̴̭͆ś̷͖ ̶̲͝to get better."
#CherubArt
"The PS2 had three Grand Theft Autos, GTA5 had three Playstations"
"The PS2 had three Grand Theft Autos, GTA5 had three Playstations"