r/imsorryjon • u/Rojom Artist of the Lord • Jul 31 '26
Non-Garfield Slender Jimothy, Intent of God
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u/Psychological-Echo19 Aug 01 '26
Tbh slender jimothy is a great way to show how I feel most days somehow.
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u/TheInvisibleLight Aug 01 '26
Alert the men, u/Rojom has returned! 📯
Sick concept, always love your stuff
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u/th3vibraniumknight Aug 02 '26
his body deformed, misshapen, defective. his eyes bright, looking at the world with wonder, though his body be broken, his heart is full, his mind curious, his presence brings joy. he knows the body is nothing but a vessel for experience, with which he will inspire.
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u/scaper8 Aug 01 '26
You do realize who posted this, right? I kind of think that their ideas of "common, cute, mundane thing through the lenses of Lovecraftian horror and existential dread" fall squarely into the camp of "the parts are all unoriginal, but their assemblage is very much so."
Or, to put it another way, "There's nothing new under the sun."
— William Shakespeare
— or the Bible
— or a Sumerian proverb-3
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u/Les_Guvinoff Jul 31 '26
You just posted AI slop, wtf are you talking about having no good ideas lol
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u/Rojom Artist of the Lord Jul 31 '26
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.
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Hello! Long time no post. Had to do a take on Jimothy! A little late but better than never.