CW Gross Dog Um Sickiness

CW gross dog um sickiness

So my dog is really sick. Woke up to my mom asking me to take her outside while she cleans up poop and vomit. I walk by some of it and it's red but I don't see it very well. I come in for something and get a closer, it is definitely red.

We don't know if it's blood in her crap or her vomit, but it's blood. Then we see her butt... dripping. Suffice to say we know where the blood's coming from.

My mom and our dog are going to the vet, but UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE WORK AND THEN A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT, SO WHO KNOWS WHEN I GET TO SEE HOW SHE'S DOING.

More lunch break doodles of the duo of all time. In my head :’)

giving william afton rabbit tendencies sorry. it will happen again

Love the idea that the longer Mike is undead, the more ‘human’ things he forgets.

He never was that great of a cook but after years of not eating, he no longer remembers even the most basic principles for cooking. He forgets to grease a pan. He doesn’t remember how to best cut up vegetables for what he’s trying to make. Did this food go in the oven or was it made on stovetop? Did it matter? Did ketchup need to go in the fridge or not? How long did it take for milk to expire? How much did people even need to eat? Was it three times a day? More? Less? It’s things he thinks he remembers but when faced with doing them, realizes he doesn’t.

He forgets what it’s like to feel short of breath. He doesn’t need to breath so why would his body ever demand air again? He can’t for the life of him recall what that tightness felt like or the feeling of his chest burning after running.

Blinking. Though he doesn’t have eyes, he has eyelids. But what use are they when he no longer has eyes to keep from getting dry?

Smell. Most his senses took a hit after Ennard left him but his sense of smell was one thing that was gone for good. Both a blessing for he couldn’t smell himself, the awful stench of death he knew he gave off, but a curse as he no longer could recall what flowers smelled like. What the air of spring carried. What about rain? He knew he used to love the smell of rain but now all it brings is a dampness that clings to his already aching bones.

In that same boat, touch. His nerves were fried, decayed away to the point that the only things that did hurt were the things deep inside his skin where a few were still functional. He forgets the way some fabrics used to irritate his skin. How his nails biting into his skin actually used to bite, leaving behind a sharp sense of pain to bring him out of his thoughts instead of just a dull throbbing. When someone brushing a hand over his skin was actually a sensation instead of something he didn’t even acknowledge because to him, it wasn’t even there. Warmth and cold are nothing but emotions now, the latter something he felt much more than the former. Everything felt numbed to him and he forgets how those alive feel, experience, so much more than him.

Sleep is another thing becoming more and more foreign to him. He can’t remember the last time he fell into true unconscious. He used to try and sleep, pretend at the very least, but the longer time went on, the more he gave up. His ‘sleep’ now including closing his eyes, feeling the sense of sleep but yet still aware of everything going on around him. Perhaps that’s why he agreed to Henry’s plan. So he could feel that true darkness he longed for once again. He’s so tired and he hasn’t slept in so long.

I think Michael Afton would fuckin love twilight. Man needs all the vampire romance drama he can get

In my head Henry Emily looks exactly like @chloesimaginationthings design and Charlie looks like young Zendaya

idk why I just feel like Charlie looks like young Zendaya lmao I cannot explain this at all