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help what the hell is my deer friend nokotan and why didn't I watch this sooner this is so tdlosk level of fourth wall breaking but so satire 😭😭

I can't stop drawing this bill help @ckret2 I think that Bill is like really expresive with his hands or just does it without realizing it o3o

You probably can tbh. Just go and ask Persephone

Since we asked Qin Shi...

Can we stack donuts on it?

"... I beg your pardon?"

Meet Pigley . He only speaks in squeaks. He hates cakes and the noise of tin cans on pavement. He loves bad movies and pasta with butter. His favorite activity is staring at people with his cold dead lifeless brown eyes judging them silently. Cute little guy isnt he ♡

basically me right now

Look who I'm making. He should be finished soon (hopefully)

I've forgotten Tumblr exists again so here's some random questions I thought of recently that made me question my life choices.

Can vampires drink the blood of Christ. (cause I mean- it's blood but. It's holy blood? So like how does this work.)

How the hell did I get so obsessed with the Victoria era recently.

So did ladies wear corsets and bras or did bras not exist back then. Or- wait no.

How am I failing my electronics class when literally every formula is almost the same.

Why are bathing suits called bathing suits? Like, were they originally meant to be bathed in? But like, how would that work you're wearing clothes still so obviously you're not bathing everything.

Okay can I actually bake cookies at a higher temperature then the box says so they get done faster or will they just explode.

I remember I read something about special coffins that were basically giant seedpods so that your gravesite literally grew into a tree. If I, hypothetically, chose to have an apple tree as my seedpod coffin, and apples grew on it, would that therefore be cannibalism since I am basically that tree, or would that still be considered eating an apple.

So there you go. Enjoy my Idiocracy. Because I, the naive little ravioli that I am, somehow question the stupidest things.

Wendidad feeds the wendigos in his “wendigo-farm box” using deer, magic spoon, and Dr.Enuff; the thing is…. Some of them actually eat the cereal

Aidan tried to milk the Wendigos thanks to a dare and an undisclosed amount of money (Thanks to other Aidan and Wendidad); it didn’t go well - he’s not too hurt, but was scratched up decently)

To prevent Aidan being mutilated, Isiah had to grab and toss a few of the wendigos; we are unsure of those Wendigos’ state of being of their location still

They found out that, it’s still possible to milk them since they’re still mammals; but it comes out ashy - they did not let Aidan try the milk

They fed the milk to the other cryptids that Isiah keeps - mothman tacked up on a wall, ghouls in steel boxes, and the Jersey devil in a hole he dug

Aidans we’re a bit freaked out when Isiah threw a few of the wendigos; but Thornbussy wanted to know how far he could throw something in the end of it

Aidan wanted to find out how far he could, in theory, throw a rock that could destroy the ATF, IRS, and other 3 letter agency buildings

Isiah did not end up throwing the rock, as he didn’t want the feds to come and visit him…… again

The Aidans become agents of chaos once they get used to Wendigoon’s chaos in person; and become even more of a menace to the Feds and now a menace to Isiah, beyond just bothering the Feds

Give me more ideas; I’ll eventually fix all the stuff into an actual fanfic; I’m just no good at writing dialogue thanks. Again, sorry Aidan.

Giant!Wendigoon meets the Lore Lodge Head-canons:

Wendidad still has his classic shirts, no, we don’t know how he gets them, and the world may never know

The image of Wendigoon staring in at Aidan during the Weird Bible livestream still occurs, but he’s farther back and, still holding the gun, looks to be rapidly approaching

He somehow has a giant deer skull he wears around, and like the shirts, we don’t know and don’t need to know how he obtained it - but was probably a giant cryptid

When they meet for the Missing 411 video, Isiah (not good with spelling names btw) is just in the background of some of the shots, standing menacingly

He still has a dependency on Dr.Enuff

More people after the Denis Martin video go up believe that either the Lore Lodge, Wendigoon, or both are government sysops (can’t spell well)

Aidan tries to find out why Isiah is giant, but doesn’t find out, because no one knows why; could be because he’s been unknowingly sent from Agartha to gain intel, or just because he is Wendigoon

Aidan finds out that the cryptids in the forests around at least Appalachia are real, the feds know they exist; and it’s thanks to Wendigoon having an actual cluster of Wendigos in an abandoned building he found one day

The Aidans also see that Wendigoon has caught a mothman, multiple ghouls, and the Jersey Devil, and keeps them “because he thinks they’re neat”

While the Aidans we at first freaked out by Isiah, Archibald was not, as he is too thoughtless to even truly realize that something isn’t right or that he’s different (we love thoughtless doggo, the real Lore Lodge owner)

Wendigoon indeed does still have a magic spoon addiction, but it’s worse (he may or may not have a giant pile of magic spoon boxes in an abandoned silo for him to raid whenever he pleases

Isiah almost broke the jeep when he first met the Aidans, by almost kicking it down a hill - it was not damaged

(I did these partly last minute, if anyone wants to add ideas, feel free to throw them out there. I’ll probably make more later. Sorry in advance Aidan!)

Random Comic Generator 2.0 - Explosm.net

What am I doing with my life??

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Jesse we need to make more testosterone ffor youu

Guys, for the time being I will identify as a cucumber. I'm confused as hell what I am, folks who came out and know who they are, send help and advice.

but for the time being, I am your resident cucumber, who still identifies as a woman cucumber lmao

I am the bane of my own existence ✨

Trying to dabble more into digital art, Learning brushes in particular

Prospects Document #1

Scenario #1, Prompt: Someone sings a song, reminiscing in the form of a lullaby to the child.

“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”

The voice was barely there, barely audible, barely a voice, but the words were no less than echoing. At least, to the child.

“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”

The world was quiet, yet the child has never been more overwhelmed in their life.

“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”

The child breathed.

“Rises the moon.”

“Days fade into a water color blur.”

Sometimes, the child’s mind wanders further than they think it should.

“Memories swim and haunt you.”

Where did they come from? How did they get here? And why has this person stuck to them this entire  

“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke”

All they remember is the cold feeling of water.

“Rises the moon.”

“Oh-oh, close your weary eyes.”

Tears were gathering in their eyes once more.

“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”

Who is this person,

“To darken fading summer skies.”

And why is that voice the most beautiful thing they have ever heard?

“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

It’s so…sad.

“Days pull you down just like a sinking ship.”

The hand carding through their hair lightens, and the child wouldn’t have even noticed it hadn’t the voice faded ever so slightly.

“Floating is getting harder.”

It is.

“But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile”

The child’s hand twitches, wanting to hold onto the person, hold onto them, don’t let them leave.

“Rises the moon.”

“Days pull you up just like a daffodil.”

The tears pouring down their face shines in the light of the celestial in the sky.

“Uprooted from its garden.”

The breeze picks up, and they shiver. The person holds them closer.

“They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so”

The child does not fight it.

“Rises the moon.”

“You'll be visited by sleep.”

The child doesn’t want to sleep.

“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”

But they do not fight it.

“To steal away each dream you keep.”

The wisp of the cold is obvious, as the child lay in the arms of their person.

“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

They only breathe.

Word Count: 359

Inspired by Rises the Moon of liana flores

Venom wants to recreate some movie scenes. (1/3) Part 2 - Part 3  Eddie: I’m pretty sure this isn’t how the scene went, buddy. Venom: Eddie. Can we eat somebody’s head like this? Eddie: …no. P-please don’t.

It’s mah boi!- His name’s Ashi -w-

Update…. I’m not dead… swimming wasn’t THAT bad….. i enjoyed it. But… I still don’t love swimming…