One of several commissions from
I'm getting around to uploading. Poor Kent has been needing big hugs and words of comfort from his favorite couple as of late.
So here we have my fursona Kenny mirroring how I've been feeling these past two years with how Chapter 20 of TwoKinds ended, and the way things have gone in the unwanted and badly timed crisis of the subsequent ongoing chapter since; frightened, worried sick and to tears (💔) for his two favorite baby lovebirds, their unborn child, their interrupted engagement, their friends, their wedding plans, among other things after over ten years of waiting patiently - his heart repeatedly breaking at the persistent thoughts of all of it being/remaining ruined by the metaphorical nightmare transpiring on the worst day possible in the story.
Words hurt, especially when you have depression and really bad anxiety, and over things and people (real or not) that you love the most. And after a streak of long-time hopes and dreams you've lived for being slowly crushed right in front of you, one by one, that seems to just keep going with no end in sight, twisting that knife in your heart. You need hope, and trust. A lot of it. Hope and trust keep people alive.
Art by
NSFWImaranx
Kent Bandit ©
069x-ray
Trace Legacy, Flora, and the TwoKinds webcomic are © of Tom Fischbach
I'm getting around to uploading. Poor Kent has been needing big hugs and words of comfort from his favorite couple as of late.So here we have my fursona Kenny mirroring how I've been feeling these past two years with how Chapter 20 of TwoKinds ended, and the way things have gone in the unwanted and badly timed crisis of the subsequent ongoing chapter since; frightened, worried sick and to tears (💔) for his two favorite baby lovebirds, their unborn child, their interrupted engagement, their friends, their wedding plans, among other things after over ten years of waiting patiently - his heart repeatedly breaking at the persistent thoughts of all of it being/remaining ruined by the metaphorical nightmare transpiring on the worst day possible in the story.
Words hurt, especially when you have depression and really bad anxiety, and over things and people (real or not) that you love the most. And after a streak of long-time hopes and dreams you've lived for being slowly crushed right in front of you, one by one, that seems to just keep going with no end in sight, twisting that knife in your heart. You need hope, and trust. A lot of it. Hope and trust keep people alive.
Art by
NSFWImaranxKent Bandit ©
069x-rayTrace Legacy, Flora, and the TwoKinds webcomic are © of Tom Fischbach
Category All / All
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Size 997 x 901px
File Size 902.3 kB
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