“If you could say anything to America, openly and honestly, what would you say?”
“I would ask him to please stop being a dumb bitch.”
They sat tucked away in the corner of the cafe, as if this was supposed to be some secret.
Japan had one friend, and that was only inconvenient when she needed to complain about that friend. Germany was the only person she could talk to about this; South Korea wouldn’t care, China was too close to the issue and too cold anyway, Russia couldn’t talk about America objectively. Germany was honest, impassive, cool-headed. Germany would have to do.
Continue reading “Anakin You’re Breaking My Heart”
Women want two things: God and absolute power.
Democracy is a plague and revolutions are the rats through which the disease spreads. If not purged, it will sow chaos in Europe.
Russia stood at the head of the table and made sweeping gestures, the gold adornments on her uniform bobbing and swishing with her movements. “Today is a momentous occasion–the birth of our Most Holy and Indivisible Trinity!” Her powerful voice filled the hall. “To begin the celebration, we shall make a toast in honor of our beautiful sisterhood.” The three women raised their glasses and a round of clicks echoed off the walls.
Continue reading “Holy”
No comic this Sunday but have some bad sketches. They’re, like, all Japan, sorry.
(Clicking them makes them big.)
Testing out the pencil brush
More pencil brush
america + japan. gender isn’t real
This is maybe a random question, but if the US and China were to suddenly stop existing, what would happen?
I’ll cut your little heart out ’cause you made me cry.
(Inspired by this song.)
“You little wretch.”
The words left her mouth with a snarl and venom and a spatter of blood.
Continue reading “The Girl With One Eye”
You know she had to do it to ’em.
Where politics is cold, love is warm.
Can you guess who wrote which one?
(It’s painfully easy.)
Chill guy, super powerful, crazy rich, really hot, great sense of humor. Ordering pizza after sex is mandatory. Preference: anything that moves. If you curvy that’s all good; big is beautiful. I’ll be more attracted to you if you blindly agree with me and support everything I do even when I’m wrong.
You think you’re worthy to breathe the same air I breathe? You insignificant beast. Love me. Praise me. Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. You’re less than dirt. Pathetic, pitiful, powerless. Tell me how much you want me, pig. You’re just the jackal howling at my door. My love is a gift you are not worthy to receive. I grant you mercy because I take pity on creatures of lesser intellect, beauty, and purity. Perish, worm.
Continue reading “Country Dating Profiles”
It ain’t right. It ain’t right when a man burns down his own ships. But who are we to judge? He was only going what he thought was best. Aren’t we all the same?