Mortimer

I came up with a new OC.

His name is Mortimer and he’s cute and has a Jersey accent.

If only my computer didn’t have that goddamn timeline I would be drawing him right now.

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3 thoughts on “Mortimer

  1. I was only 9 years old, I loved Shrek so much. I had all the merchandise and movies. I prayed to Shrek every night for the life given to me. Shrek is love, I’d say. Shrek is life.
    My father hears me and calls me a f*****. I know he is just jealous of my devotion for shrek so I call him a c***. He slaps me and tells me to go to bed. I am crying and my face hurts. It is cold, I suddenly feel a warmth moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s shrek! I am happy. He whispers in my ear “this is my swamp”. He puts me in my hands and knees with his giant ogre hands. I am ready. My father hears the commotion and comes up stairs. “What the f” he says. Shrek turns to him and says “it’s all ogre now”. Shrek leaves through my window.

    But it’s not ogre.

    It’s never ogre.

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