creating from the void

28, he/they/neos ★ art and writing sometimes ★ info in pinned

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hi, you can call me entropy, riordan (rio), or shepherd (shep)!

★ he/him, bun/buns, x/x, sol/sols hae/halos, they/them

★ 28

★ i like drawing and writing when im able- ocs, fan content, random inspo, whatever hits ^_^ ♪

• please do not repost my art, including pinterest. also fuck ai.

• while anyone is free to interact with my content, id prefer nobody under the age of 25 dm me unless we already know each other somehow (work, family, etc) please

• i won't make a dni or anything, but i will block and move on

uhmmm i might add more to this later, but yeah! ♪♪♪

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note: i wanna share my art again, but im so afraid of being closely watched over.... i hope this account is alright, not to cleanse myself or run away from anything (i own up to my shit), but just to maybe not be surveilled (whether i realistically even am or not)? ^_^"

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drew this for my brother's birthday! (slowly kfhdjfkdh took me a full week but i did it!)

i combined three things i know he likes ((1) gengar and pokemon in general + (2) luigi and smb in general + (3) baseball), laminated it in on both sides, and rounded the corners, and he actually loved it a lot!!! ???!!!!?!!?!!! he said he's got his very own personalized jumbo card and he immediately put it on display in his room and oh my god i won i won yaaaAAAAAAAAY SPINNING AROUND WAHOOOO

also this took 20 colored pencils to make those colors there ouuuu /lh silly but gen

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2026 updated design for my fursona, kingsley :p

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2026 updated design for my fursona, kingsley :p

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point & click dictation.

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also i wanted to say i do have an insta again but it's private. ive been putting recent art on it, but for the sole purpose of showing the people i have added on there. it's not meant to be a public page, and it's not made for sharing my art or myself in a wider sense yk? so..... yah.

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i've moved accounts out of a sense of wanting to change my username in terms of feeling differently but also due to a paranoia i have of being watched and monitored. :p for anyone who followed me here sorry about that im alive and all heh.

ill leave this account up for archive and everything, but yeah. i think i have dms open and if i don't ill open them back up, if anyone would like the new account just lmk. either way, i hope everyone has lovely lives and thrives in whatever they set out to do ^_^

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BWUHHHHH didnt realize id set this behind a password for some reason?? and have been having a lot of desktop troubles, and changing privacy settings on mobile is either a password and/or impossible, but! i fixed it wahoo!

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point & click dictation.

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digital circus! // emotional prison

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wheeee actually doing it digitally too why has my juice returned bc of these digital losers <3

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digital circus! // emotional prison

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One, two, three and four

The devil's knocking at your door

Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie

Start your life with your head held high

Now you're on your knees with your head hung low

Big man tells you where to go

Tell them it's good, tell them okay

Don't do a goddamn thing they say

— heaven knows, the pretty reckless

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late night juice (5/27/26)

zebra: canine/angel cryptid, they/it

((see tags for tws!))

another mystery, another dead end. zebra sniffed as quietly as it could as it trudged down the hall towards the nurses station to ask for some juice.

the feeling of light mist surrounded it, its vision foggy as the hallway slowly ebbed and flowed, the lighting fixtures perpetually half-broken casting shadows that made it difficult to tell what or who began and ended where. such is the result of poor budget, poor staffing, and questionable ties to any given field of being. zebra sniffed, the fog sliding into its system in doing so, spasming and quietly trying to ignore the growing tremors.

it was inevitable, really, that zebra slumped to the floor, barely managing to end up against the wall but not fortunate enough to avoid smacking its head on the railing that lined the halls. its vision oscillating between blinding white and murky dark, and it could feel its eyes wobbling as they pleased of their own accord. its breathing erratic, uncontrolled, and pushing for control only ended in prolonging things, so zebra did not bother. arms and legs useless, paper gown crumpling as its body did, the IV cannula in its arm catching and yanking slightly out of place, spasms and twitches attempting to extract the fog as best its body could. time passed in blinks and breaths, unclear and unnecessary to try to count until the fog allowed. the sound of staff shuffling past could be heard, voices vaguely in the distance but unidentifiable. zebra sniffed, and mercifully the fog enveloped it fully and consciousness left.

it awoke, groggy and confused, arm pulsating to the tune of its slowly steadying heartbeat. surely there would be a hematoma if zebra were to look, though its vision was only still coming back. ah well. perhaps there was another concussion to add to the list as well, but whether it would show up on a chart was a mystery. it looked up, and if it were less bogged down it would have startled at the sight of a few scrubbed staff watching it on the floor. at least they had the decency to not gawk, zebra supposed. another staffer came over and lifted them up by their uninjured arm and guided them back to their room. it still could not speak, and it was so tired. zebra sniffed, the simple wish for some juice unspoken and unattainable as they drifted back to sleep.

such is life.

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they make me sick hrhgntbrhgbt

((doodled traditionally sunday, made di di di di digital monday))

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lost, they/them nephalim creature throw into da digital circus

(june 6 2026)

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One, two, three and four

The devil's knocking at your door

Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie

Start your life with your head held high

Now you're on your knees with your head hung low

Big man tells you where to go

Tell them it's good, tell them okay

Don't do a goddamn thing they say

— heaven knows, the pretty reckless

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late night juice (5/27/26)

zebra: canine/angel cryptid, they/it

((see tags for tws!))

another mystery, another dead end. zebra sniffed as quietly as it could as it trudged down the hall towards the nurses station to ask for some juice.

the feeling of light mist surrounded it, its vision foggy as the hallway slowly ebbed and flowed, the lighting fixtures perpetually half-broken casting shadows that made it difficult to tell what or who began and ended where. such is the result of poor budget, poor staffing, and questionable ties to any given field of being. zebra sniffed, the fog sliding into its system in doing so, spasming and quietly trying to ignore the growing tremors.

it was inevitable, really, that zebra slumped to the floor, barely managing to end up against the wall but not fortunate enough to avoid smacking its head on the railing that lined the halls. its vision oscillating between blinding white and murky dark, and it could feel its eyes wobbling as they pleased of their own accord. its breathing erratic, uncontrolled, and pushing for control only ended in prolonging things, so zebra did not bother. arms and legs useless, paper gown crumpling as its body did, the IV cannula in its arm catching and yanking slightly out of place, spasms and twitches attempting to extract the fog as best its body could. time passed in blinks and breaths, unclear and unnecessary to try to count until the fog allowed. the sound of staff shuffling past could be heard, voices vaguely in the distance but unidentifiable. zebra sniffed, and mercifully the fog enveloped it fully and consciousness left.

it awoke, groggy and confused, arm pulsating to the tune of its slowly steadying heartbeat. surely there would be a hematoma if zebra were to look, though its vision was only still coming back. ah well. perhaps there was another concussion to add to the list as well, but whether it would show up on a chart was a mystery. it looked up, and if it were less bogged down it would have startled at the sight of a few scrubbed staff watching it on the floor. at least they had the decency to not gawk, zebra supposed. another staffer came over and lifted them up by their uninjured arm and guided them back to their room. it still could not speak, and it was so tired. zebra sniffed, the simple wish for some juice unspoken and unattainable as they drifted back to sleep.

such is life.

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they make me sick hrhgntbrhgbt

((doodled traditionally sunday, made di di di di digital monday))