
It's Tellin' Me To Give You Everything!
Giftie for my big, gay dog,
of Wielder and Kurt, the akita, because she wanted one of my bandanna badges. She always does nicey nice things for me, so I did something nicey nice for her! Sooooo, I dunno, I guess this is like the Super Saiyan version of my Bandanna Badges?... Fuck it. I wanted an excuse to draw Wielder with the only wumun she'd goe femme for.
Fuckit, I'm not telling ya'll what all I did to make this girlish monstrosity of girlie shit and sparkles. Fuck that. ILUVUDISSAYSAY.

Fuckit, I'm not telling ya'll what all I did to make this girlish monstrosity of girlie shit and sparkles. Fuck that. ILUVUDISSAYSAY.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Canine (Other)
Size 680 x 900px
File Size 800.9 kB
Bitch. How the fuck can your spiroooot aminul have a goddamn thing to do with The Norris when mine is 1/3 Walker Texas Fucking Ranger? You need to step the fuck off and RECOGFUCKINGNIZE.
Okay, wanna step? I got your shit.
My spirit animal descends from the gilded halls of Valhalla everyday on the wings of a steel falcon with katana blades for feathers honed by the legendary swordsmith Masamune. The canyons all the world fall and then rise once more at the sound of his morning yawn, and the seas still themselves as perfect as a smooth sheet of glass as he whispers his first words. Before you, my spirooooot aminul dismounts his metal steed of wind and talon. He is Ronald Wilson Reagan dressed as the legendary rebel, Sir William Wallace. Charlie Bronson is his manservant and cannot bring himself to make eye contact with the raw power before him. You are not allowed to talk directly to him, but you may speak to his Ear, Margaret Thatcher, and he will respond through the voice of Sean Connery.
Oh, and whenever he does speak, you reach instant orgasm.
Beat. That. Fucker.
Okay, wanna step? I got your shit.
My spirit animal descends from the gilded halls of Valhalla everyday on the wings of a steel falcon with katana blades for feathers honed by the legendary swordsmith Masamune. The canyons all the world fall and then rise once more at the sound of his morning yawn, and the seas still themselves as perfect as a smooth sheet of glass as he whispers his first words. Before you, my spirooooot aminul dismounts his metal steed of wind and talon. He is Ronald Wilson Reagan dressed as the legendary rebel, Sir William Wallace. Charlie Bronson is his manservant and cannot bring himself to make eye contact with the raw power before him. You are not allowed to talk directly to him, but you may speak to his Ear, Margaret Thatcher, and he will respond through the voice of Sean Connery.
Oh, and whenever he does speak, you reach instant orgasm.
Beat. That. Fucker.
Omg bunny. This really means a lot to me. With hospitals being the main stay of February and March-- this really perm's me up. I PROMISE I will make you a return gift soon. Ive been wanting to do you some gift art super bad lately but time has not been on my side.
Kurt and I promise that we'll make it up to you <333333
Kurt and I promise that we'll make it up to you <333333
Awwwww, babooo, I'm so sorry that you've been inna hospibbbbal too much. That fucking sucks. I hope gramma is still alright....
Girl, you have done so much for me, don't sweat it. Just send me your addy so I can send this one and the other one of Wieldurp and Kurp to you!
Girl, you have done so much for me, don't sweat it. Just send me your addy so I can send this one and the other one of Wieldurp and Kurp to you!
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