Artie's Brainrot - Tumblr Posts
Intro Post, I suppose.
Hey, I'm Artdragon! (can call me Artie for short if you want.)
!MINOR; RUN FOR THE HILLS, CREEPS!
More beneath the cut (long post)
(🖤🤍🩷🤍🖤), and (unfortunately) sh!tpost a lot.
⦿ Pfp by @fuzzyoctoplushie
⦿ I use she/they pronouns
⦿ I'm a Hetero/Demi-oriented aroace (♠️♦️♣️)
⦿ I censor swears (I'm Christian.)
⦿ I'm neurodivergent; tone tags are appreciated but not required!
⦿ I mainly use Picrew edits in my posts with art (my art skills are garbage)
DNI if:
You're an 18+ account
You're a NSFW focused account
You're a homophobe, transphobe, etc.
My Spotify Playlist:
Some things I might post in the future:
⦿ Art (if I ever get good at it.)
⦿ Miscellaneous Animations
⦿ Writing (*cough* *cough* Splatoon Fanfic *cough* *cough*)
⦿ Random Posts/Reblogs
⦿ I also still don't really know how to use Tumblr, be patient with me damnit.
Nintendo Switch Friend Code:
SW-7955-1312-8215
Pronouns.page:
Tumblr Community:
Yeah, that's about it for now.
Tag List (will be updated!):
#artie's brainrot (for misc. stuff)
#artie answers (for answers)
#artie reblogs (for reblogs)
#artie writes (for "writing" (I suck at it lmao))
#Splatoon SYL (tag for my Splatoon Fanfic)
Alt blogs:
@n0t-bra1ds-py0
(Might share info about my Splatoon OCs once I get 30 followers. IDK, just a thought.)
My New Squidbeak Splatoon agents (idk)
Why do I feel confident about sharing this...
Made using this picrew.
Captain 3 (Female)
Name: Drew Williams
Gender/pronouns: Female (she/they)
Age: 21
Sexuality: Aroace
Species: Inkling
Extra info/headcanon: Often yells at the other agents for being "lazy."
Captain 3 (Male)
Name: Tyler-Ryan Sango (yes, as in DJ Sango)
Gender/pronouns: Male (he/him)
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Inkling
Extra info/headcanon: Often teases Drew and tells her to loosen up. Ends up angering her most of the time.
Agent 4
Name: Four (real name unknown)
Gender/pronouns: Nonbinary (they/them)
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Inkling
Extra info/headcanon: Plays the bass guitar in their free time.
Agent 8
Name: Aaron Petrov
Gender/pronouns: Male (he/him)
Age: 19
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Octoling
Extra info/headcanon: Leads a motorcycle gang.
Neo Agent 3
Name: Alex Zugasti
Gender/pronouns: None (it/he/she)
Age: 14
Sexuality: None
Species: Inkling
Extra info/headcanon: It has ADHD. Like, c'mon. How is it not.
Let me know in the comments if you want to see my OCs in a similar format to this post.
Umm...
How should I end ^^'
...
Later, people.
I created a Coroika Ask blog.
https://www.tumblr.com/n0t-bra1ds-py0?source=share
Or in other words...
@n0t-bra1ds-py0
Found this beautiful treasure.
Infierno = hell
She's basically saying if she gets hit, she's packing her bags and going to hell.
So I did a thing.
I've decided to write a Splatoon Fanfic centered around one of my Main OCs.
I really suck at writing, and I don't expect this to gain any attention, but... here goes.
ᛍᛁᛜ ᚤᚮᚢᚱ ᛚᚢᛚᛚᛆᛒᚤ
(Sing Your Lullaby)
Part 1: "How did I get here?".
Chapter 1: "Exhale Slow."
As I stepped out of the dark cave into the scorching, early morning sunlight of the outside world, I had only one thought on my mind.
'Don't get caught.'
The cave, which had been my home for the past seven years, was now completely devoid of my belongings, which had been slung across my back in a desperate attempt to carry them with me.
I quickly scanned my surroundings. As far as I could see, there was nothing but sand, rock, and some kind of upside-down tower in the distance, near a massive crater.
And the sand.
The sand beneath my feet was hot enough that I could sense it through my shoes.
A normal Inkfish would have screamed the moment they felt it. A normal Inkfish would have had at least enough sanity to not be walking in the desert in the first place.
But I wasn't a normal Inkfish.
So I gritted my beak and continued on.
As I walked, I could feel sweat soaking through my entire outfit, which consisted of:
A hood over my head
Dark goggles covering my face
A bandana covering my nose and mouth
A dark colored, long sleeved shirt
Thick black gloves over my hands
Incredibly baggy, dark colored cargo pants
Black boots (that were horrible at protecting my feet.)
Combined with the stiff air, hot sun, hot sand, and an outfit that wasn't exactly recommended for the heat, it felt like nothing but a never-ending trek through hell.
I walked for what felt like days, until finally, just as the sun reached its highest point, I saw the train station in the distance, about four yards away.
I immediately ran toward it, nearly gasping
for air under my bandana.
I showed my ticket to the Octoling at the station, who was playing some type of card game with two other Octolings. He took it, hole punched it, then handed back to me. He cast a suspicious look at my outfit but didn't ask questions. All he did was nod toward the train briefly, then got back to his card game.
Bitch.
I ignored him, stepped onto the train, and exhaled a slow sigh of relief, just as the doors closed behind me.
Hopefully you somewhat enjoyed that. Next chapter will come out next week.
(If I don't lose my nerve-)
