Lobos1943 - Untitled

Someone on DeviantArt told me to “leave out the politics” in my art. That made me want to go somewhat in the other direction.

Bucky, writing in his diary: day 183. I’m stuck in side what appears to be the “soul realm”, surrounded by creatures of all sorts of species, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. After months of thorough observation, I have concluded that-

Peter: *to the tune of final countdown* IT’S A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

Shuri: *off key kazoo*

Bucky:

Bucky: -there is no intelligent life here

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

Albino raccoon

can we stop romanticising pushing ourselves to the limit cause I want to stop feeling like I have to not sleep and not eat to be truly productive. pls and thank u