This is my terrible MS Paint fanart of Tchad from Hannah Kreiger’s comic Camodad.  My internet went out and I had nothing to do, so I drew these to amuse myself.

Tchad sang to me in all of his superbro glory.  He knew the value of enough biceps.  His was the way of iron and hair gel.  Blessed mote he be.  


So it’s evidently urbananchorite’s birthday.  

So I decided to draw her a birthday gift.  I assume that this happens in the story she wrote.  

And if it didn’t happen, it is most likely what she actually wanted to write, but felt constrained by the expectations of society, and so was unable to include it.  

“Draw a fusion between Greg and Steven,” said yunisverse.

What you end up with is an 8-foot-tall, pinker, chubbier, hairier, starry-eyed monstrosity of a man with hair that probably goes down to his ankles because why not.  

I don’t know what it is that I’m doing with my life anymore. 


So, I deadlifted so hard that the belt broke in the middle of my heavy set of deadlifts two weeks ago.  I’m only now getting around to drawing it, mostly because drawing deadlifting is awkward.  

This is a highly accurate representation of exactly how it went down.

(Yes, I’m aware that 270lbs isn’t that much for deadlift for someone my size. I’m a baby; it’s okay, we’re all learning.)