Awww One Year On Tumblr

Awww one year on tumblr

One year into phandom

One year into phamily

Happy me :)

This MIGHT be a hot take, but I think Erik being quite muscular despite how thin he is is actually kinda realistic

Not only would his body have to adapt to his disability, but he would need to be muscular enough to climb, run, sneak, and walk long distances underground. And these muscles would actually be quite visible since he’s so underweight.

But at the same time, he wouldn’t actually be as physically strong as the average person due to how frail he is.

So yes, you can technically draw him with a 6-pack and get away with it. Just don’t expect him to impress you with his powerlifting skills.

Yesterday my little shitty comic about erik and christine reached its highest mark. 203 people have clicked on my comic. I don't know how many of them clicked away again. XDDD

but at this point, a big thank you from me, to you!

last night konrad and i were proofreading chapter 20 and i showed him views of the comic. konrad is not the most emotional type, so all i got was "well look, it's worth correcting your bad english" greetings to you konrad.

i know, compared to other bloggers or comic artists, i'm more of a matchstick light. but i'm really very happy. thank you :-)

School

Our six-year-old Erik was very tall as a child. He looks more like a seven or eight-year-old boy... but his Ma is very small, only 1.64 meters.

I can remember that I was very excited about school. I was so damn fucking ready to learn. But well... In the end, I hated school. I hated the others. I hated the teachers. I hated everything about it. Sit still. Don't talk. Don't ask twice. Don't look out the window. Don't stand up for no reason. Read faster. Spell it better. Don't be so fucking stupid. Back then, as an undiagnosed child, it wasn't easy for me. For nobody. My mother told me once, that I was, at the age of seven, so damn close to my autism diagnosis. But then, she said I didn't want to go anymore to this therapist so bad, that this is my very own fault, that I am now late diagnosed. It is? I was seven. A child. I don't know.

“ERIK I TOLD YOU NO MORE MURDERS!!”