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Crazyyyy /j

birb requested i post the new line of oc refs so here you go

I made a Scavenger base

bag (for art class)

most sane mcr fans

jebil

I love the Hayloft Artificer MAP so much. It’s about my favourite game. With one of my favourite songs. With some of the best animators. WITH MY FAVOURITE SLUGCAT-

Sorry I was just trying to say be careful when using AI

"Siblings Siblings Siblings, we are siblings and we (DON'T) care about eachother"

i do !!!

oh the image died ............. its okay ill repost it. worse cropped than last time because you shouldnt make posts in mspaint

I just discovered Pipeyard and Drainage system are different regions. I thought Pipeyard was a subregion of Drainage system (I’ve never been to Pipeyard and I only went to Drainage as rivulet please spare me)

army dreamers,,,

a baby has been born btw

Random Galiryn skin

usually around early january-late february

It's supposed to be a representation of paranoia and anxiety. I have a shorter story I used for something else, and ig is a sort of "introduction" if you want that as a sort of reference for the story?

js gonna.. Through the Lens I took a seat on the rock ledge that gazed upon the lake. The sun was just setting beyond the mountain range, turning the water a pale blue. The moon rose behind me. I took hold of the camera that hung around my neck, holding it up facing the ball of fire, capturing its light and the way it reflected off of the water, its soft ripples caused by the fish that lived there. Here, I find solace in a world I cannot call my own. I sat there until the remaining warmth disappeared, giving way to the coolness of night and the gentle stare of the moon on my back. I stood only when I heard the dinner bell, leaving my spot on the ledge, and making my way home where my mother stood by the door, welcoming me with open arms into her home, and to the dining table where we ate freshly cooked chicken and rice, saving my father’s seat for when he returns home. I went to bed, knowing my mother would be up past midnight again. I lay on my back, staring at my white popcorn ceiling, pondering. She always seems so sad now… I’m not sure why, but I always hear a voice in the back of my mind telling me it’s my fault. \|/ My head pounded with a headache as I walked a room over into our small kitchen. My mother was nowhere to be seen–off to work, I’d assumed. She was always working until late, so I had grown used to being alone ever since she landed a job at some place two hours from home. I never understood why she had to go so far away just to be able to provide for her only living son. I didn’t question her actions, nor did I try to convince her otherwise. I found a bottle of pain relievers in the medicine cabinet above the sink and took two. I gazed outside the opposite window, watching the butterflies breeze by with the grass blowing in the other direction. The tree leaves drooped with the incoming rain. I fixed myself a glass of water before stepping barefoot on the porch, the smoothed wood still damp from last week’s storm. I stood there, wondering where it all went wrong. We were happy once, back when we lived in the countryside with open fields. We moved to this cabin about two summers ago, the place had been worn down and uncared for, but now it thrives and is, almost, in peak condition – if you don’t count the leaky ceiling and the moldy corners. We bought a small place in a secluded area, where there weren’t many other people. Our only neighbors were the birds, the squirrels, and the rustle of leaves dancing in the wind. I enjoyed coming outside and watching the rain or the birds whenever there were clear skies, which wasn’t very often. I found that I liked the rain, standing outside and watching as it crashed down into the dirt. And then it started again; small drops falling from the sky and landing on the edge of the patio where I stood. I spotted a small seven-legged arachnid scaling the gutter drain, moving slowly upward the web that hung in the corner. For a while, I watched, standing back and allowing nature to take hold, wondering if things could stay like this forever: peaceful. But I should know better than anyone that all good things must come to an end. It’s like that old saying, ‘the calm before the storm.’

Hey this is future cedar um I was so wrong lmao she/her(they/them is okay ig) lesbian ace now!

They are together

@heyitsgeorgie and @HotCoco278 idk they just have vibes

@heyitsgeorgie and @HotCoco278 idk why

@heyitsgeorgie and @HotCoco278 for no reason