a tiny drawing of a pig


Mako lives relatively nearby the Fawkes’ home and used to babysit Jamie when he was little. They’re unlikely friends now, and Jamie runs over to his place when he has trouble with his dad or just wants to hide for a little

Mako has a few chickens in his backyard, a tiny pond and a pet pig named Francis Bacon that Jamie bonded with when he was a little tater tot

He’s also pretty much Jamie’s only real life friend and even though he’s annoying, he loves the little shit. Jamie also helps out with the animals sometimes!

part of this au!

I’m going to tell you a story about me, my first personal pet, and the foreshadowing of every artistic endeavor I’ve ever undertaken. Who are we kidding my whole life actually.

So when I was in kindergarten my parents decided I could have my first pet that was just for me to take care of! Whoo!  I got a guinea pig and I named him after my favorite food at the time:  Pickles.  Right? A name so stupid it’s great. Well done, tiny me. 

Pickles and I were best buds.  I made Pickles a fort. My dad and I made Pickles an outdoor predator proof maze. My classroom science experiments were done on Pickles. Pickles? What’s your favorite food?  (spoiler alert: it was lettuce)

I started drawing every day before I can even remember.  Most of those drawings included Pickles.  Teacher wanted me to draw a person? Fine. But here’s Pickles too. And a dog in a tutu cause why the fuck not? After Pickles died he still appeared in everything he just wore a halo. I know. And yes, I was definitely that kid that pretended to be a dog at recess for far longer than was socially acceptable to the other children. 

So when I was home for the funeral, I met up with my best friends from home.  We hadn’t all been there together at my childhood home since high school and Lisa asked “Where’s that terrible statue you made of your guinea pig?” So we dug it up.  My godawful, complete disregard for craftsmanship or polish or just finishing anything to any degree started early because it was basically just a lump of clay that you can definitely get fingerprints off if I ever commit a terrible crime.

My craftsmanship continues to just be…honestly embarrassing if I cared that much.  It’s just the Pickles statue over and over until the end of time.  

Doodled another much tinier Set. One fun thing about Set is that nobody is really quite sure what the fuck animal he’s supposed to be. People have guessed anything from a giraffe to an okapi to an extinct type of wild dog or even wild pig or aardvark but the reigning conclusion is that the “Set animal” (or “sha”) is a fanciful amalgam of several different creatures.

Despite Set’s reputation for being an exceedingly violent and dangerous individual, it also seems that he’s a vegetarian, and consumes mostly (only?) Lettuce. Here we have the chaotic figure in a rare moment of peace, eating shoots in a lettuce garden. This tiny little drawing is for sale but I’m too lazy to post it to Etsy at the moment so if you like it and have a spare twenty it’s yours.

ALRIGHTY. so, it’s my bae jenna’s birthday today and she asked for: hazel, jason, and lots of tiny pigs. i realized very late that i can’t draw pigs :c but, here’s your present, piggy queen!! have a great birthday <3

“Uh, Cas?” Dean stares at the cage. “What the hell are those?”

Cas’ grin is wide and joyful. “Guinea pigs!”

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “And…why are they…on our table?”

The whole main room of the bunker smells like wood chips now, and not necessarily in a way Dean enjoys.

Cas smiles even wider. “Because they’re ours! Aren’t they cute?”

Dean watches as Cas reaches down into the cage to draw one out, cuddling it to his chest and stroking its head. The creature looks a tiny bit nervous at first, but then settles into the touch.

It’s definitely not cute. It’s a rodent. A smelly, twitchy little rodent that will get loose and run wild, chewing everything in sight and leaving “presents” behind.

But Dean looks at Cas’ shining eyes as he stares at the thing happily, cooing at it, and only heaves a sigh. He’s lost this fight already, and he knows it.

“Fine. But they stay out here. They are not coming into our room.”

Sam, who has been watching them with amusement, suddenly makes a petulant, irritated sound. “Fine?! He gets to keep them just because you’re together now? Then I’m getting a dog.”

Dean wearily shakes his head in defeat and heads for his critter-free bedroom.

The Signs as Drawings My 3 Year Old and I Drew


Puppy with a big big tail and big ears that sits and has stripes.


A zebra with stripes that cant walk on the lobster because its sharp.


This pig


This sharp lobster with eyes


Lizard with 6 tails and tiny tiny hands.


Triangle with Walkin Legs


Santa Claus with 2 handles and a wheel

Spider with dangerous legs


Shark with hurt mouth and tummy hurt.


A snake with lips on its tongue, in water with a pink neck.


Fish with 3 eyes and 2 tails and 6 people riding him.


Two tiny whales