debates storing everything on here and/or making a new account
even though most of my art nowadays is doodles, idk if i want to keep posting the good stuff here or somewhere else
it doesn't help that i don't even remember 95% of who i watch
MonstersThe boy stands in the doorway, sheepishly clutching the knob. His eyes are wide and frightened, and Xander struggles for a moment between worry and frustration. It isn't often he gets quiet time with his wife, and the middle of the night is the last time he expects to be interrupted.Monsters by ~MinkFreak
"I had a scary dream," the boy whimpers. Almost immediately, the woman starts shuffling to the edge of the bed. Xander sighs quietly, exasperated.
His wife stops short when the boy chimes in again, "I want Dad."
Taken aback, Xander looks first at his wife, then back at the boy, both of whose gazes are trained on him. He doesn't understand. This, he fathoms, is a regular duty of the mother, because he himself is not usually here to carry it out. He remembers one other time when the job was his, but it was more than three years ago. The boy is six now.
She nudges him slightly and raises her eyebrows with expectation. Unable to fight them both, he tells the boy to wait in the hall and proceeds to roll out of