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25 y/o cartoonist (she/it) 18+ pls https://linktr.ee/fuchsiabomb

[a car is driving past a row of nearly identical houses] missy: are we there yetttt psychoperv: no, Missy, we left like 2 minutes ago and the store is like 20 minutes away m: whyyyy p: i don’t know, it’s just the way things are! m: seems kinda stupid p: i mean yea but can you think of a better way for it to be m: i guess not p: whaddoyou think, Car? [wide shot revealing that the car has a face and is bounding along on four legs] car: i think you need to wax me with your tongue, master p: later, Car c: okay
[a young psychoperv sits next to its best friend in a middle school cafeteria] j: yeah i have all the Star Bomba songs memorized haha Superegoraptor and Danny Fuckscrew are so funny p: haha wow really? dude me too! [using phrenological analysis methods learned from Game Hypothesis to determine whether the length of its fingers means it’s a faggot or not]
distressed red cat girl surrounded by 5 speech bubbles which all read "it is what it is" all of which are accompanied by floating text which reads "-1 sanity"
Betty Grof
a wiry anthropomorphic red cat girl wearing a horizontally striped black-and-white top, short blue shorts, black high top sneakers, and a depraved grin. text to her right reads "PSYCHOLIVIA "PSYCHOPERV" PERVERTIGO" below this, her pronouns (she/it) are listed, and below that a bio reads: "mentally stable, well-adjusted, sexually normal; these are all traits which no one has ever ascribed to Psycholivia Maladjustice Pervertigo. friends are invited to call it “Psychoperv” for short. enemies are welcome to the same."
PANEL 1 [psychoperv and missy sitting on couch, missy with her legs across psychoperv’s lap as it scrolls on its phone] psychoperv: do you wanna go to that new casino that just opened up downtown PANEL 2 missy: ew, no! what? no! what?? PANEL 3 [psychoperv points to her phone screen which displays a catgirl in casino dealer’s attire and a maneki-neko aesthetic. her cleavage is partially covered by a slot machine which is embedded in her chest. text beside her reads “PUT A COIN UP MY COOCH TO PLAY! NYA!” psychoperv: nono but this is different, the slot machines are all catgirls with fat jugs and people draw them kissing each othe— PANEL 4 [psychoperv is hit in the face with car keys] missy: drive. PANEL 5 LATER… [an exterior shot of the casino, a skyscraper with a large sign which depicts the face of the catgirl slot machine mascot and text which reads “MANEKI-NEKO-CHAN’S”] PANEL 6 [psychoperv and missy sit dejectedly on the curb outside] psychoperv: damn. i can’t believe we lost it all missy: sorry i saw that triassic park themed girl and i just blacked out in the bottom right of the image, under the last panel, “fuchsiabomb.com” is written
a large, hairy, muscular man with a gut and huge tits wearing a leotard and open-backed hood made from stitched-together teddy bears grins maliciously as he lurches forward out of the darkness; his long, unkempt black hair flowing behind him. in place of his right forearm is a huge mechanical bear claw spewing smoke from two motorcycle exhaust pipes. it is adorned with caution stripes and chains which hold in place three torn and ragged teddy bears. another is lashed to his right thigh, as well as two faces which are stitched over each nipple. they wear expressions ranging from agonized to hopeless.
a dogthinggirl in a big coat and boots holding a perturbed anthropomorphic drill with a pink bow. a speech bubble reads "#MYDRILL"
[psychoperv walks into frame, scratching her ass, a creme-filled long john on a plate sits on a table in the foreground] p: oh? an unguarded creme-filled long john? [glances left] [glances right] [wiggles fingers, drooling] [unzips shorts]
psychoperv is panicking. p (thinking): oh god!! i’ve embarrassed myself again! they probably think i’m an IDIOT! p (thinking): but wait… that person made a joke that i didn’t laugh at once so their opinion is functionally meaningless and they are less than dirt to me it crosses its arms smug and self-satisfied, an ellipsis over its head it silently slouches with a confused expression, the ellipsis now followed by two question marks
missy walks into a bank m: um hi i’d like to make a withdrawal. can you just fill this burlap sack with however much money will fit in it m: oh also i have a gun. sorry i’m so awkward, banks make me nervous lol teller: no you’re fine. here’s the— t: wait… i have just one question for you, ma’am.
p: if you have to both piss and shit do you flush after you piss so you have a clean bowl when you shit or do you let it linger m: i let it linger p: ew, really?! m: what? p: well what if it’s a kerplunker? m: well i shower right after i shit so it’s whatever p: christ. ok have fun getting piss splashed all over your— ugh, hang on. double wide panel to reveal they are seated in a restaurant, and the couple seated across the aisle from them are staring in disgust, food half-raised to their faces p: can i help you people? don’t you know it’s rude to stare? fucking hell
a comic. a cat woman is typing on a laptop. she sniffs at the air. she then raises her arm and takes a big sniff. she then resumes typing, smiling and blushing.
flipnote animation of a cat running. it changes from day to night as the sun and moon raise/lower in the sky, looking down on the cat all the while.
a gardevoir looks over its shoulder as a ralts hovers telekinetically behind it, grabbing a section of its “skirt”. the two smile playfully at one another.
a fat orca girl wearing a dead salmon on her head
garbodor swinging its arm back like a whip to strike, flinging bits of trash about
bulbasaur loudly and joyfully crying out
lovelipede stands, blushing innocently, wearing a shirt which reads “NORMAL”. a huge arrow points to her with text labeling her “NOT NORMAL”.
PANEL 1 DROODY (tail swishing in frustration): god damn it lovelipede, we missed valentine's day. what the hell do we do until next year? LOVELIPEDE (cutting off her last two words): have nasty dyke sex? PANEL 2 [Droody and Lovelipede stare at one another in silence.]
a centipede creature and an imp woman with valentine’s day inspired heart motifs named Lovelipede and Droody
a chibi 3d model of optimus prime
PANEL 1 ENNITY: do you ever feel like you lack a fundamental understanding of how to exist WUPPY: wdym? PANEL 2 ENNITY: idk. i just feel like there’s this deep disconnect between myself and every other being in the world. i don’t even know who i am sometimes WUPPY: yeah i feel the same a lot of the time PANEL 3 ENNITY: see that’s just the thing. even when i’m faced with proof that i’m not, i can’t help but feel impossibly alone. intangible, even PANEL 4 WUPPY: would it make you feel more tangible if i was huffing ur armpit? ENNITY: probably not but hey it’s worth a try lol