Gray and gray and gray

I finally drew and finished a picture. :3 Two of the Epidemic (personified diseases) showing off their pregnant bellies at a baby shower.


Lyrics to A Calender Hung Itself
Bright Eyes

And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end
where I wrote,
You make me happy
oh when skies are gray.
You make me happy oh when skies are gray, and gray, and gray.

(it's.a.bit.like.gravity)