happy pride you can put frog cowboy on things :V
[Picture of a stamp saying ‘gay stamp of approval’, with a frog wearing a cowboy hat in the center] - jyangart.com/shop
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Every wondered what a bug cowboy was? Well now you know!
I drew this for new package inserts!!
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Is a frog cowboy herding frogs or riding a frog?
Sure!
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just a lil lad i painted on stream tonight!!! the vibes were so immaculate tonight eheh
also like for the first frog ive painted??? kinda popped off
you can check my twitch for my like monthly streams lol its https://www.twitch.tv/zzed_y c:
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thinking about cowboy ghost babies..... ghoul loml write whatever you want about those two ill read and reread it idgaf
chubby ghost babies....
(my cousin gave birth like 3 weeks ago and its still giving me baby fever.)
The biggest babiessss, I love thinking about Ghost's sausage-y babies. When the man said he wanted to have stupid fat babies with Goose he meant it, those babies are so chubby. Here's some baby fic.
You push Simon's legs out of the way as you sit on the couch. He's made himself comfy laid out over the length of it, your daughter is settled against his chest, sleeping just like her daddy. You don't think the baby has touched the ground once since she was born, someone is always holding her. You've even had to sway Simon away from co-sleeping, something that clearly hasn't taken.
You reach to tickle your fingers against the baby's back, she hardly squirms at the touch. Simon cracks on of his eyes open at the slightest twitch, settles a big hand over her back to keep her quiet. Already a daddy's girl, you think.
"Having a good nap?" you grin, watching Simon shift to make a sliver of room for you. You eagerly squish yourself between him and the back of the couch. His arm wraps around you, keeping you held impossibly close. His whole world in his arms.
"Just got a lot better," he mumbles, letting out a quiet huff as you make yourself comfortable. You pinch her chubby arm, feeling Simon shift to kiss the top of your head. She looks like a balloon animal, like a sausage shaped like a baby. It’s adorable. She's the prettiest little thing you've ever seen, so soft and sweet you can't believe she came from you.
You watch her yawn, little nose pinching in a way that makes you want to pop out a million more of her. Simon hums, strokes her cheek with a gentle finger. Even with as big as your baby is, she's still tiny compared to her father. Something you know makes Simon anxious, such a little thing under his protective care. You can't help feeling something similar.
Babies are so fragile. You worry over every little sniffle and sneeze, every scrunch faced cry, even things she hasn't done yet. She can't even roll over but you find yourself worrying about her walking.
"Do you think we're good parents?" You whisper ask. Simon lets out a big breath, you can feel the rise and fall of it, see the way it moves the baby on his chest.
"Fuck no," he grumbles, "you use murder ballads as lullabies."
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