Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

sorry again for slow art posting just tryin to keep my head above water and get the comic posted on time :’D but on a positive I miiiight be able to finish the doodle comic next week, so.

Anonymous asked: Hi! If it's not too personal, could I ask what your pronouns are?

anything that suits the occasion, honestly- most people go with female pronouns, so I’m used to those? but I have pretty much zero leaning towards any gender so I’m good with most every type \o/ I mean heck there’s one friend from VFS who literally calls me “English People” and that’s wonderful

I am considering writing a thing, and maybe eventually colouring and printing the thing, but I’m not sure if the thing is any good, so I thought I would ask you to tell me if it is or not.

Let me tell you the beginning of the story.

Once upon a time there was a farm. On this farm there were animals, as is generally the case, and all of these animals had a purpose. Sometimes they had even more than one.

The cow had a purpose.

The chickens had a purpose.

The rooster had a purpose, although some of the animals wished it wasn’t such a loud one.

The owl had a purpose, and the mice that lived inside were very glad that they lived inside because of it.

The dog had a purpose, and occasionally fleas.

The sheep had a purpose (and a very bad temper, but we won’t comment on that).

The guinea pigs were assumed to have a purpose, although it was hard to tell what, beyond doing their very best to look like a pair of slippers.

The goat had a purpose, which involved a great deal of thinking himself important and climbing on things, and the pig had a purpose, although she didn’t like to talk about it.

And the great shire horse had a purpose, and when the fair came to town the humans would make him look quite strange for a different purpose, which he wouldn’t have minded if the ducks didn’t laugh so.

There was one creature, however, who simply did not seem to have any purpose whatsoever.