Drawing In Class Really Hits Different Though

Drawing in class really hits different though

I'm literally using a VPN to be on here right now 🤣

anyway have these crack drawings byebyeheherbehrhwhr

Pre-Ascension Puppet

before he became blorbo his name was Marion Ette. Mhm.

lmao he's so cool

fun fact: the reason why post-ascension Puppet became a blorb is bc there was so much energy escaping his normal form that he relented and shrank to a more efficient size.

post-ascension Puppet has a moderately thick 'membrane' around himself from nuking everything around him

if you threw blorb Puppet he would fucking explode

the only doodle I'm happy about (so that he doesn't look crunchy)

some garbo lil doodles I threw onto a template lol

Oh, and the person who made the template <3

god I'm still not tired yet at 12:35 AM so have my irl roblox friends I guess

oh, and myself. that person is also important ig

Another vent.

lots of ventilation right now.

a little bit lighter than what was the last post.

TW: Death, blood. Mentions of your corpse and brief mention of maggots and flies in the beginning.

Your body lay still, your eyes glassy and lifeless. The world around you seemed to freeze, hesitating to move towards your body. Even the maggots and the flies were uninterested in your corpse, your body laying uselessly next to the river.

The bear trap was still tight and snug around your neck, the teeth digging and puncturing your neck. Your blood clung to the bear trap and your clothes, the metallic taste in the air drew something nearer.

Or someone nearer, in reality.

Death stepped forward, the zephyr complimenting its appearance nicely. It kneeled down to examine your mangled body, your blood sloshing about its feet as it cups your cheek gently.

Death very gently eased you out of your eternal rest, holding your soul with incredible ease and calmness. Your soul flickers, resting on its arms with a slight plop as it cradles you. Death carefully pries the bear trap from your soul's neck, letting the hunting tool fall to the ground with a clatter.

You weren't aware of what was happening. All you knew was that someone was holding you with overflowing affection and worry. It was its job to do this a thousand, no, a million times over, yet there was still pity for the poor souls it has had to take for centuries and centuries prolonged.

Death turns away, your corpse and crimson blood decorating the bank next to the river as it sweeps your soul away to wherever you need to be now.

Happy Easter

I hope everyday ate lots of eggs today

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