The digitalized thing from last chapter

It's my lock screen because I love it so much

Henry from back when he was in a gang

He looks exactly the same but

With a gun

If you ever wondered what it's like to do musicals

This is it

I'm in the junior version of Lion King and I got the chance of being Scar!

I have to climb on this ledge via step ladder and there was no padding or traction up there so like my knees were doing all the work on keeping me on the thing without sliding

It hurt my knee skin

I drew a lot of Mikey because of the orange

Being in a musical has the affect

Doesn't help that I'm doing the theatre camp from 8:30 to 4:30

So like eight hours worth of Lion King

I don't have a name for this asshole but I need one

B O N E R S Q U A D

My girl Unity

Oh yes lemme just- break out the author in me because this needs to be written out

Jeremy slumped across the bar, head resting on his arm and he stared at the brown liquid of whiskey in his shot glass. The pig that was cleaning a glass in front of him sighed, finally having enough of the eerie silence. This kid was never quiet, something has to be insanely wrong.

"Kid- what's eatin' ya? I haven't seen your tail wag in weeks." Henry demanded, setting his glass and wash cloth down. He hovered above the mutt, Jeremy not even blinking in acknowledgement. It was silent again as Henry contemplated about what could be wrong. Then it clicked.

"Jeremy, is it something to do with Margaret?"

Jeremy curled towards himself at the mention of the cat he's fallen for. Henry sighed and he hesitated before opening his mouth again. His wife had told him about what was happening with Margaret, and he knew that he was breaking a rule they had by telling another soul. But dammit, Jeremy wasn't looking good and it gave him the creeps for the kid to not even be wagging his tail.

"Look- I think I know what's wrong-"

"You know what's wrong?!" Jeremy interrupted, shooting up and slamming his hands on the bar, nearly knocking over his whiskey.

"Henry, please! I haven't seen or heard of her for two weeks!" His eyes started to fill with tears. "I-I-I miss her Henry. . ."

Henry bit his lip. Oh god he was going to be in big trouble with his wife. But, Jeremy was a regular, and although he'd never say it out loud, Jeremy was his best friend.

"She's up in the apartment. She's been staying there for a week now." Henry said lowly. Jeremy's eyes got wide and wrapped his arms around the pig's neck for a tight second. He muttered a 'thank you', then dashed out of the speak easy to the apartment that housed Henry and his expecting wife Christine. Henry sighed again when he was left alone at the bar. He picked up Jeremy's untouched whiskey and shot-gunned it, letting out a breath afterwards.

"They'll thank me for it." He said.

Upstairs, Christine was sitting on the couch, reading out loud to her round stomach, gently rubbing it. Margaret listening in the kitchen as she cleaned and prepared some tea for the two of them. They both stopped what they were doing at the sound of running footsteps. The door slammed open and standing in the doorway was an exasperated Jeremy, breathing heavily and tear matted fur. Christine gave out a yelp of surprise.

"Jeremy! Golly you scared the-"

"Where is she?!" Jeremy cut Christine off. Christine tried to keep a poker face.

"Who?"

"Margaret!"

"Jeremy, she's not-"

"Don't lie to me Christine! I know she's here! I just want to talk." Jeremy wiped at his eyes. Margaret was staring into the sink, bracing herself with her hands at either side of it. Oh god, how'd he find me? Henry. . . Jesus Christ I don't want to do this now-

"She's not here though." Christine said confidently.

"I know she's here!"

"She's not!"

"Christine," The cat stepped out from the kitchen, not looking at Jeremy as she walked into the room, "It's okay. . . It's time we spoke this through. Jeremy if you could. . ." Margaret proceeded to turn down a hallway into the guest bedroom that was in the process of transforming into a nursery for the expecting couple of the apartment. Jeremy followed, nodding to Christine as he passed her.

When Margaret closed the bedroom door Jeremy started.

"It's been two weeks-"

"I can't do it." Margaret said coldly, not turning around to look at Jeremy. The mutt grew confused.

"What?"

"I can't do it Jeremy!" Margaret whirled around. Her fur was streaked with tears. Jeremy started to cry again, the sight of his lover crying was enough to bring him to tears.

"I can't do it." She repeated, softer.

"Margaret what're you talking about?" Jeremy asked.

"I can't give you what you want!" Margaret wiped at her eyes and the tears that were falling down her face. Then everything clicked. The last time Jeremy and Margaret spoke, he mentioned how he's always wanted to be a father.

"It's physically impossible to give the family you want. . ." Margaret looked down then back up again only to feel the wave guilt come crashing down on her again at the sight of the nursery. She sniffed as she picked up a nearby doll.

"We can never have this. . ." She muttered, then sat the doll back down gently. "I understand if you want to leave me. . . Being a father is something that you've wanted all your life, and it's the least I can do for you to help you grant that. . . But I can't- I'm a cat and you're a dog. . ." Margaret let out a shaky breath.

"Just leave me. . ."

Almost abruptly, arms encased the cat's small frame, the warmth of Jeremy's body welcoming her and soothing her.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Jeremy held her tighter as he felt her tears fall onto his shoulders and spotted ears.

"You don't need to feel guilty about it. I know that we can't have kids." Jeremy sniffled as he he started to cry again.

"B-but it'll be okay. We-we can make it work." Jeremy pulled away and kissed Margaret's forehead who smiled through her tears. She kissed the hound, finally feeling at ease with herself and with her lover.

Okay but like if you remember her fucking congrats this is from my first book I believe

This is what I think Mother Earth would look like

She's buff and is angry all the time and will actually fight

Look at that progress you guys

and some practice Mikey because I need to draw my smol freckle baby boy