Nobody knows where Earth is anymore, Kring is the only person in the universe willing to find out. They soon realize that some things are better left well enough alone and find themself in a whole lot of trouble (and love). Updating Mondays and Fridays (15+ CW: strong language, depictions of injuries/blood, emotional abuse, smoking)
I draw stories about space, love, and stammering. Fuelled by spite. (He/him)