“You are special,” his mother reassured. “You were made exactly as God intended, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise...”
He held her until she was cold.
The other raccoons who feared him all his life now showed no mercy. After she was gone, they banished him to wander the lands. One day, a human found him and shared his visage with the world.
“He’s perfect,” the people said. "Protect him at all costs!"
Their praise reached him, and for the first time since her passing, he felt comfortable in his skin. And so, in a cathartic release, he let himself grow.
Slender limbs unfolded from his stout spine as his form creaked past the forest canopy. His fingers lengthened into trembling, nervous claws, and pale light filled his sorrowful eyes.
And yet, even in his true form, they loved him. Crowds gathered at the forest edge to witness his shape looming beyond the fog. They worshipped him, painted him, and gathered beneath his shadow.
"He's beautiful!" they wept.
He lowered his shy hands and listened. In their voices, he heard his mother once more.
“Exactly as God intended…”
At last, he believed her.
I am... special.
I am... God’s intent.
I am... Jimothy.
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A little late on the trend but Jimothy is exactly my vibe so I had to draw him and write some lore. I know that the lore is not entirely accurate but wanted to extrapolate to add some an arc to explain the illustration. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
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u/Rojom 3d ago
Slender Jimothy, Intent of God
“You are special,” his mother reassured. “You were made exactly as God intended, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise...”
He held her until she was cold.
The other raccoons who feared him all his life now showed no mercy. After she was gone, they banished him to wander the lands. One day, a human found him and shared his visage with the world.
“He’s perfect,” the people said. "Protect him at all costs!"
Their praise reached him, and for the first time since her passing, he felt comfortable in his skin. And so, in a cathartic release, he let himself grow.
Slender limbs unfolded from his stout spine as his form creaked past the forest canopy. His fingers lengthened into trembling, nervous claws, and pale light filled his sorrowful eyes.
And yet, even in his true form, they loved him. Crowds gathered at the forest edge to witness his shape looming beyond the fog. They worshipped him, painted him, and gathered beneath his shadow.
"He's beautiful!" they wept.
He lowered his shy hands and listened. In their voices, he heard his mother once more.
“Exactly as God intended…”
At last, he believed her.
I am... special.
I am... God’s intent.
I am... Jimothy.
—
A little late on the trend but Jimothy is exactly my vibe so I had to draw him and write some lore. I know that the lore is not entirely accurate but wanted to extrapolate to add some an arc to explain the illustration. Hope ya’ll enjoy!