Greetings! Salutations! Good evening! Good morning!
Welcome to my little farmhouse!
Get to know me below!
My names Macey! But you can call me that, Oswald, Or evilrette! I don’t mind nicknames as long as we’re close!
I’m an artist that likes to create and draw things that make people happy! My main works are either Farmers follies or Mouseverse!
I have autism, adhd, anxiety, depression, and bpd! It’s a lot I know, but I try to not let that stop me with my works.
He/him or they/them preferred!!! Just please don’t refer to me as a girl!!!
I’m 21 years old.
I’m aro/ace! I don’t have any interest, sorry!
Random facts!
-I kin quite a few characters! Some are painfully obvious, others not so much! The biggest ones being either Oswald the lucky rabbit, the farmer from Sundays desolation, or evilrette from Funkin.avi!
-My favorite series are Friday night Funkin, old Disney stuff, Wandersong, just shapes and beats, or night in the woods!
-I made farmers follies, Mouseverse, A.M, alterworld, and forgotten follies!
-I’m always open to questions in the ask box, so feel free to ask!
- I work for Sundays desolation, substance of happiness, Thursdays dlusion, Wednesdays infidelity deluxe, and many many other mods!
- If you wish to get to know me better, take a look at farmers follies! A lot of my self goes into that series, so be on the lookout!
-I draw farmers follies every day! I usually post it to folliesdaily, but I’ll try to repost works here!
Art fight dump 1, Art Fight Dump 2, and Art Fight Dump 3
Once again, this post will have the names of the characters, which attack I use, and the credits of characters in order!! got some revenge changes in here to change things up!!
Hope you enjoy!!
TinTin (Friendly Fire: @/CloudietheCat or @misscloudiedays)
Uranus (Revenge: @same-name-supremacy )
OrchardBerry (Revenge: @/Gaarky)
Topaz the rabbit (Attack: @/MADDBUNN)
Kayla (Revenge: @/TheArtK1ng or @hatred-n-hav0c)
Retro and Farmer (Revenge: @/Maceyfarmie or @alterworldstudios, Retro’s design by gemeralda)
Mercury (Revenge Chain: @same-name-supremacy ) [grrr how dare you make me draw your beautiful characters TWICES/j/pos]
Aurora (Attack: @/ghostlycassette)
Millie Monkey (Attack: @/EggplantMan or @eggplantmandudeguy)
Michael Milton and Mely Rita Mouse (Revenge chain: @mistergaspertoons) [GRRR HOW DARE YOU LET ME DRAW YOUR ADORABLE MICES GRR]
Back on the surface, farmer raced this way and that, trying his best to keep up with the strange little shrew fellow he had encountered moments before. The fellow was fast, giving farmer quite the workout as he tried his best to keep up... That is, until the fellow suddenly tripped on one of the bricks in the road, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. "Ow ow ow..." He muttered, his tail laying limply around him as stars cartoonishly swirled over his head.
Alarmed, farmer ran over. "Beep bap?.." {Are you ok sir?..} He uttered, offering his hand for the boy to hold. Dazed, the boy shook his head, chasing away the stars. He blinks, and looks up at the concerned face of the farmer. The farmers head tilts, A small smile meeting his face... Which quickly disappeared when the boy let out an ear splitting shriek, the farmer wincing and covering his ears. "AAAAAADONTHURTMEDONTHURTMEDONTHURTMEEEEE" the boy shrieked, summoning a rather large microphone to shield himself, hiding behind it whilst shaking like a leaf.
The farmer quickly recollected himself, and held his hands up in a defensive manner. "Woah woah woah... Beep bap! Bep beep dai!" (relax a bit! I'm not going to hurt you!) "H-HOW CAN I BE SO SURE!? WHOAREYOU-"
seems this little shrew isn't gonna tone it down with just basic beeps and boops, was he? Why was he so scared? surely it wasn't because of... Oh... That strange spell from before.. He threw up when farmer spoke.. Oops. 'Crud.' Farmer thought to himself. 'I didn't mean to do that. Does he think I'm trying to hurt him? No no... I'm just happy to see another angel here!.. Uhm.. Hm... Well... The beeping won't work...! I got it!'
Clearing his throat, that heavy pain in his chest faded away, as he turned to face the shrew, that calm smile meeting his face once more. The shrew fellow gave a confused look, shaking all over, still hiding behind the microphone. 'i... Is he...?'
"hello my friend, what a nice day! Join me for a song, what do you say?" Farmer sang softly, expecting the shrew to sing along... But, no song was returned. It seems he's nervous.
"Hey now, I assure it'll be alright! Settle yourself down, I don't wish to fight!" Nothing yet...
"Hey now... Please... Don't cry..." "...p...pl... Please stand by..." A reply! Finally!
"There we go, there it is, take your time! Take it easy now, it's not a waste of time! My name is farmer, I apologize for the scare!" "M... My name is Skippy... N.. Not like anyone cares..."
Saying his name outright!? Oh, no...
"hey now pal, what makes you say that?" "B... Because my voice always falls flat"
Such short responses...
"...hey pal, c'mon, you're talking now, right?" "O-only because I don't want to fight" "why would we do such a thing?" "B-because that's what Vesania sings" "Vesania? No no, don't listen to that guy!!... Hold on now..." He sees tears streaming from underneath the boys hat, his eyes obscured.
"...please don't cry..." He moves the hat to wipe the tears away... Seeing that the little shrews eyes were just as white as Kelly's during their own singing match. Alarmed, Farmer goes to sing, when Skippy suddenly broke away from his grasp, shaking even more than before.
"P-please don't hurt me, that's all I ask! I know vesania gave you this task! If I go to hell quietly, will you spare my dear friend? I really do not wish for her story to end!! She's done so much for me, too much for a failure of a worker! She should've just left me alone as a miserable little lurker! I don't want her to die with me, no no not at all!!! Please please please I'll answer your call! JUST DON'T TAKE HER AS WELL, THAT'S ALL I ASK!!! HER HEART REALLY ISN'T UP FOR THE TASK!!!!!" his voice became shrill and full of fear, his singing shaking and lingering as though it were his last dying wishes.
Now usually, A demon would gladly take advantage of such a pathetic little soul. Oh how quickly he would've been dragged to hell!.. If it were a demon at least. But it isn't now, is it?
Farmer, quickly regaining his composure.. He walked towards Skippy. Skippy closed his eyes and braced for impact, the sweet release of death!... But it never came.
"...?....!?" Instead, what happened.. Was farmer giving the shaking shrew a hug. Skippy seemed surprised, why wasn't this demon ripping him to shreds? Was this a trick? Surely its a trick right!?... But no.. He waited and waited.. Yet death never arrived.
Instead... Farmer softly sang.
"I won't hurt you, nor your dear friend. I can assure you this really isn't the end! I'm not a demon, I sing that true, this little meeting you will never rue! I'm just here to collect things for my dear rabbit friend, here to this town he really did send! I saw you at the news station with fire in your eyes, perhaps fake news is something you despise? Why be a worker when you could be a boss? Why give up yourself, what is the loss? I say give yourself a chance, I'm not here to cause harm!!!" "...I... I guess your words cause my heart to warm..." "there we go, see? Look at me! I'm not a demon, nor a messenger from hell. C'mon now, relax! Your thoughts you seem to dwell. Just deep breaths, count to ten!!! It'll all calm down, you'll surely know when!"
Skippy looked up at the farmer, tears still in his eyes... But slowly... He counted.
"One.. Two... Three... Four...." "There we go, keep the score!" "Five.. Six.. Seven.. Eight..." "Take your time now, its not too late!" "Heh.. Nine... Ten... I think I have Zen..." Skippy took a deep breath, and finally relaxed, his eyes returning to a soft dark grey, as the song itself seemed to fade away.
After a moment.. Skippy finally spoke. "T... Thank you... I-i'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I got so scared..." "Awww beep Bap! Beep, Beh du?" {Awww don't worry about it my friend! Say, would you want to talk about it?} "I... I don't know, I don't wish to trouble you anymore than I already have..." Skippy mumbled, fidgeting with the microphone a bit. "Beep! Bap, beep ba du?" {It won't be any trouble! C'mon now, what's going on pal?}
"w.. Well... I... I guess it all started when the boss took over..." "Boss?" "Y.. Yeah, the boss.... H... He Uhm... Doesn't believe in telling the truth. H-he's always broadcasting made up stories and lies! And yet people here think they're true! It hurts to know end, t-the people deserve to know the truth of the day!" That fiery gaze seemed to return... "...beep ba?" {Why don't you do it?} "M-ME!?" there the gaze went, giving back way to fear. "N-no no definitely not! I-i couldn't possibly do that! I-i'm just a lowly worker of his!" "...bap?" {Have you tried?} "W... Well... Once.. And it did feel nice... ! B-but that's besides the point! I can't! I just can't! I-i'm not a good newscaster!"
Farmer drew closer, looking him dead in the eyes. Skippy froze a bit, alarmed at the sudden serious expression. "... Beep bap!" {Lets give it a try newscaster!} "I- W-what?-"
He didn't have time to question, when farmer suddenly grabbed his hand, rushing him away towards the farmhouse.
"W-WHERE ARE WE GOING!?-" "HOME!!" "H-HOME!?-" "YES!!!"
with no room to argue, Skippy suddenly found himself being placed in front of a rather tall and menacing rabbit opponent. Shaking once more, he hid behind his microphone timidly, not even bothering to check around at his surroundings, his gaze deadlocked on the rabbits single working eye.
"Beep! Bap beep!" {Oswald! Meet newscaster!} "M-my name isn't-" "newscaster huh?" Skippy froze again, letting out a small and timid "eep" as Oswald lower himself to get a closer look at him. "P-please don't hurt m-me" "...if I wanted to, you'd already be dead." "W-WHAT-" with that, the little shrew fainted, overwhelmed from everything going on. "Oops-" "sigh..." Oswald grumbled under his breath, then looked back at the concerned farmer, who was now busy trying to bring Skippy back to consciousness. "how many people do you plan to bring back to my house, exactly?" "Uhm... A lot!" "...at least you're honest" Oswald grumbled, as he got back up.
"Well, just get him to one of the other guests rooms, and I'll prepare dinner. You focus on waking him up, alright?" Farmer nodded enthusiastically, saluting. He picks Skippy up, and dashes to one of the guests rooms. Oswald watched them leave, his face a deadpan tired expression. 'what have I gotten myself into...' "Uh... Did I miss something?"
Oswald's ears perked up as he quickly looked towards the source of the voice, seeing Kelly holding a few logs for the fireplace. "...well we've got another visitor, so it ain't just you it seems. Got the logs I see?" "Eeeeyup, freshly chopped.... Though ya might wanna get that blade fixed, it's a bit dull." "Yeah yeah whatever, but where can I possibly get it fixed at huh?"
Kelly thought to himself, fixing his glasses as he did so. "I know a guy..."
Deep in the bowels of hell, where the strongest of demons lurk about, there stood a birds cage, A familiar fellow trapped inside with chains on his arm, neck, wings and legs.
He attempted to fly away from his prison, but the cage and chains sparked at his attempts, prompting him to yelp in pain, and fall back down to the ground. "d..dangit.. What even is this..." He mumbled, looking around as best as he could. He hadn't stopped crying ever since he was dragged here, the smoke and fire being all he could hear and smell. He hated this place. He wanted to get out. To see lucky again, to find her and get out of this hell!!! But how? He's trapped... Surely there must be some exit, right?.. Wrong. For he was stuck in the worst part of hell.. Vesania's palace. Few rarely visit, and even fewer live long enough to leave. Only Vesania's generals have the ability to stay here... That and... A small fellow, who was peering into the room with worry. 'oh.. Another one?' He thought to himself, slowly making his way forward.
Retro's ears twitched, sensing the soft sounds of the intruders presence. Alarmed, he turned to face him, backing away further into the cage, hissing from fear. Startled, the intruder jumps back. "no no no wait, calm down! I mean you no harm!!" "HSSSSS... who... Who are you. Who. Are you the one who trapped me here!?" "No no not at all!!! M-my name is uh... Well everyone knows it already.. My names Rob! Uhm... Sorry for startling you, I just wanted to make sure you were ok!" "Me?.. But.. Wait.. Are you a demon?" "...n...not exactly" "...what are you?" "Well... Uhm..."
Fixing his hat, and cautiously tugging at his bowtie, he whispers "what I am is an enigma for all, for I cannot hear Vesania's call... So he keeps me locked with my friend I hold so dear, hoping maybe someday I'd give into fear..not like that's ever gonna happen... I.. I hope... It's not all bad though! It's pretty nice here sometimes!!!" Retro's head tilts, him registering what rob had sang to him. "Really? But.. You seem so sad.. Y... You're crying..." "So are you!...uhm... I think my friend Ricky said that.. If a soul in hell is a good person they.. Can't stop crying.. I.. It's how to tell if a being is a victim of a demonic kidnapping or... Something.. Yeah... I'm.. Guessing Vesania did so to you as well?" "Capture me?.... Yeah... He did... L...look I can't stay, I need to go as soon as I can!!! My.. My friends still out there, and she... She needs to be saved! Please let me out, please?"
Rob gave him a solemn expression, shaking his head. "I'm.. I'm sorry but.. Don't you see those chains?... Those... Those aren't going to go away... Not for A very, very long time...."
Retro's face fell... You mean... He's stuck down here? Trapped? Whilst lucky's stuck on the surface, alone and likely afraid? No... No it can't be... "There's gotta be a way to get these off! I can't stay here!!!" "I'm sorry, I wish I knew..."
Retro started to panic, and Rob winced at his fear. "I uh.... Oh! Are.. Are you hungry? Sometimes food can help calm one down!!" "Food?.. No I'm not eating the souls of the innocent! Forget it!!!" "What!? We would never!.. Its just some grilled cheese... I could make it!" They eat normal food down here? But the angels always said they ate the souls of the departed!!! Was.. That a lie? "Wait here, i'll go make some!" "Uh.. Ok?.." Rob ran off, leaving retro there. Maybe the grilled cheese is made with blood or flesh? Maybe there's an eyeball in them! Maybe....
His thoughts were interrupted when his stomach growled. Wincing, he lays down, curling up into a tight ball. He's hungry... So very very hungry... He hadn't eaten breakfast yesterday, or anything at all, so his hunger... Wait.. That scent.
Perking back up, he sees Rob walk back in with some grilled cheese. Instinctively, his head tilts. Food? Food? Is there an eyeball? Flesh? "Here you go! Uhm... Enjoy!"
Rob sets it down in front of him, backing away slightly. Retro sniffs at it, then lifts the bread. No blood. No eyeballs, no flesh, just cheese.. Lots of cheese... So hungry...
Before he knew it, he was chowing down fiercely, grumbling as he ate, table manners forgotten due to his hunger. Rob couldn't help but chuckle at this, he was acting so.. Silly! So cute! He's like a little mouse!
Eventually, the grilled cheese was gone, retro satisfied from the meal. Despite it being a simple made sandwich, it tasted very good! Almost like a gourmet sandwich! Wait.. His manners... Oops!
He gives rob a look of embarrassment. "s-sorry I uh... I didn't... Respect the meal" "oh its ok! Trust me I've seen crazier eaters. You're fine!" "...I hope so.. Uhm... Could I have some more? Please? If it's not much of a bother" "oh sure! Wait here, i'll make some more!!!" He tips his hat, and leaves, retro going back to laying down patiently, his tail wagging. Maybe living here won't be so bad?.. who knows.
He was unaware Vesania had been watching the whole thing unfold from this throne, gazing at him through a crystal eye. 'well well...' He thought. 'seems he's made a friend with the toymaker... Never the matter, I will speak to him eventually.. May as well let the little intruder get accustomed.. For he is never leaving my sight.'
