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BLOG INTRO!!

This blog is a safe space for LGBTQ+ people, self-shippers, 'cringe' people etc. Don't be afraid to use my inbox, drop into my dms, follow me or interact with my posts! I'm always open to meeting new peeps!!

My Carrd/linktree!! (Comms open)

Click to join my discord server!! :3

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First strip in the Odd Balls comic strip series

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guys!! go check this guy out!! one of my close friends with an EPIC comic book narrative hes writing in these lil henry stickman kinda way!! go support him!! :3

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hey, so! I know I haven't gone here in a while!

I've been ssuuuuper busy with college work and other projects, and haven't really had the time to make any art. BUT!! me and a few friends got together to play some minecraft on my discord servers smp!! heres the first video !!

Hd thumbnail and link to my discord under the cut !!

my discord !!

This is a safe community for furies and therians, along with POC and the LGBTQ+ community!! (We're all just silly guys!) | 63 members

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THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED TO ANY AND ALL ZOMBIES WHO MAY COME ACROSS IT. IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE INFECTED, LEAVE AND DO NOT RETURN.

Hello, survivors. Welcome to the safe haven. Most affectionately known as Oakhurst.

A small, crappy town off the coast of God Knows Where, a little to the left of No Mans Land and Smack Dab in the center of the worst nuclear fallout this world has ever seen.

Now, how you found this place isn't relevent. And neither is any intentions of going back. Anything you left behind is gone now. The only thing that matters is that you follow the rules and play your part, we're all in this mess together after all.

The rules in this world are simple: you take what you need, you give what you want, and you keep 'People' at arms length. Trust is a word used by the weak few, and if the decay hadn't claimed them already it was only a matter of time. Lest they be caught by pillagers or taken by the.. 'tempermental' weather left in wake of the fallout instead.

Hesitation will always, always, get you killed; and if ever given the opportunity, Take The Hit and Destroy The Brain.

But with that being said, Community Dinner is at 7 and The Gates lock at 9:30 PM exactly. Anyone out beyond that, or arrives outside of curfew, will not be granted access until the sun rises the next morning.

Welcome to Oakhurst, survivors. Enjoy your stay.

P.S. Make sure to check the Community Notice Board each morning to find out your task for that day. If you are not on the list, you're on supply run duty.

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Hey guys!! QwQ

I did my first ever stream last night starting the creation of my Blood On The Clocktower map with @classicpaper and @daydreamrendezvous !!

It was kinda janky, and there was a little issue with volume and stream settings, but i had a good time!! and even if you dont watch, interraction is appriciated!! :3

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I think this is the fastest ive ever worked on a full render

once i saw this design drop, the SECOND i saw it, i started scampering to open my csp KDSJFKJ legundo making up for his baldness with this character lowk KJBDSFB

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JUMPS UP AND DOWN

Hey guys so update I was invited to this super cool and awesome RP with some friends called Wasted.

It's an apocolypse type roleplay that centers around this little camp called Octavia, and I have been HELLA hyperfixated on it for the past like,, few weeks HBDSFHJ

But anyways!! have this art of my character!! His name is Caleb Harbinger, and i love him alot :3

more info under the cut!! because i love him :3

the cahracter submission

➢ Name: Caleb Harbinger

➢ Age: 27 ➢ Gender: male

➢ Pronouns: he/hm

➢ Special skills, if any: butchery. uhm.. anything really to do with,, working around animals. the skin, mainly. ....smile? (hes a moderate cook, but it kinda stops after survival foods. tho i guess he doesnt need anything more than that, huh.)

➢ Personality: hes like,,, wanna be fuckboy but his voice has that sort of airy quality that makes it sound like it cracks when he laughs, so all efforts are futile. id like to think that listening to him has the same sort of feel as morning sun shine in a field of dewey grass, most people who meet him describe him as a 'breath of fresh air'. ...in whatever way that means. (think kinda like carlos from descendance just,, with less of the energy. he acts basically like a clearly bullied teenager ramped up testosterone JNKJSDFS)

➢ Main weapon of choice: a cleaver, if he really had to choose. but he guesses hes not above making due with whats around him.

➢ Combat ability: like,,, a 6 KJNDFSKJ maybe a 7 if you squint

➢ Are they a newcomer, or have they been at the settlement?: newcomer! hes been wandering around for a while,,, kind of like a clueless baby faun. h-he resents that though! hes...! hes not a faun. ..hes... barely a lamb.....

➢ Extra info: he has buzzed blonde hair, and is quite often covered in muck of some kind. sparse freckles decorate the plane of his face, trailing all the way down his body, along with tiny white scars mainly found in places most vulnerable to sunlight. (outer forearms, back of his hands, ankles, back ect). His eyes are a bright, yellow-green, reflecting that of a meadow cast in view of the sun.

he has quite a strong build, clearly keeping a moderate upkeep, but he wouldn't fair well in a fight with someone bigger than himself... not that... he would ever want to be in a fight with someone bigger than himself. he has shark bite peircings,,,, uhhhh,,, dresses lowkey like hes about to go out on a hike all the time? wears alot of bracelets and scrap bits of material around his arms and wrists

his voice claim is Xavier from Falconclaw University

I'll say more as the rp continues maybe, if people seem to care about him DFJHBF

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Hey guys, Comm Time!! >:3c

Running a little low on money currently, and really want to upgrade my Clip Studio Paint to version 5.0 (because... ive been surviving off of... Ver 2.0 for years now) while the perpetual lisence offer is avalible!! So im doing 3 Half Body Renders for 15 GBP (great british pounds), and would greatly appriciate if people would interract <3, DM me if you're interested!!

CSP offer ends on tuesday btw so im,, kinda scrounging JKDFJK (a 5 pound fee for those who live outside of the UK as Paypal is a huge doo doo butt)

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Vsmp oc doodles cause i lowkey forgot tumblr existed KJFDSKJ

I have 2 main vsmp ocs, validia and ernerst (tho, ernest was created more recently) and i love them very dearly val, val and renhardt

val + my friends oc Victor

omfg i forgot vals newest post KJDFSJK, this is her when she gets to level 3

ernest. ... + ernest with his stupid little fedora

if anyones interested in their stories, i'll be down to yap abt them!! :3

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1920's ZombieCleo :3

back on my shii, @moxchiiexe made another 1920's skin and,, heh.. I knew what I needed to do.

and as per, the gorg skin itself >:3

alt versions below the cut!!

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This came to me in a dream

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Tragedy... But What If.

also known as Vampire Anguish lmao

oh ho ho.... - >:3c

. vv For a lil writing part of this also vv

First, the pain was unbelievable. Indescribable sparks lit, exploding in the centre of his chest. 

It was kind of funny, really. Lying immobile at the bottom of the pit, unstable rocks above him threaten to crush his half-conscious body. That, despite all of this, Pyro still had terrible aim.

After all, Avid would be dead by now if the stake had truly hit his heart.

He couldn't pinpoint when exactly it happened, when his soul passed towards the ether, when he was actually, truly gone. This time around, there wasn't a light to guide him, and he lost count somewhere between three minutes to two hours. His lagging thoughts caused gaps of time to be lost between each sluggish blink. But one moment he was vaguely somewhere; then suddenly, he was recognisably nowhere.

Though it took him far too long to register that fact, considering the fact his hands burned with frigid numbness. Too much, too different to what he had felt before. The way his mind buzzed, almost parallel to the fog that clouded his mind every time he had produced holy water, except it was wrong. It was… Wrong. Because unlike then, each muscle screamed, agony drenched cries from the sheer lack of stimulation. Whatever he was surrounded by, it wasn’t clear. It wasn't opaque, it wasn’t sheer, it wasn’t solid and yet malleable wasn’t a word that would comply with the physics it emanated. 

It was gentle, gentle like the thorns that sprawled out against his spine, growing and twisting exponentially between each rib and vertebrae. Their fangs and sharp edges cutting, scraping, screaming, shrill like metal on porcelain.

It was fierce, like tidal waves crushing him all at once. Or was it the boulders that he knew were doomed to fall? Either way the sound of blood and bone mixing in his ears, the crunch and squelch both too wet and too dry. Too quiet compared to what he thought, yet too loud for his ears to ever forget again.

It was buckets pouring from every orifice, neither discernible as blood or some kind of plasma. …Could he bare blood anymore? Was he ever able to? He couldn't think. Couldn't wonder. His mind was stagnant, plagued by an immovable sheet of mist. Catatonia held his nervous system hostage, no matter how much he tried to do something. To curl a finger, to quiver a muscle, all he could feel was the ever growing pit in the abyss of his stomach. 

It was grueling, it was exhausting, it took every ounce of energy straight from his being; much like the breath from his lungs and the pulse from his heart… When was the last time he had a pulse? …When was the last time he breathed? When he spoke? When he laughed? When he cried? 

When was the last time he was alive? 

Distantly, he could feel anger, anger he wasn’t even sure was his own, building up beneath the surface of skin; too warm to belong to the thing he was sure he was. Distantly, until it was too much to bear. Too much emotion in such little time. Little time? He wasn’t sure. He barely knew what time meant anymore. Had it taken two minutes or two hours? Two hours, or two years? There was no way to tell. No way to care to figure out. 

But at that moment, he made his first mistake… Or was it his last? 

. - Avid took a breath.

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drippy legs inspired by @moxchiiexe!!

They made a super cute.. cool .. kinda.. really.. awesome... skin based off of Legundo but in 1920's attire and posted it in Leg's server and it set off my brain waves FDBSS

heres the actual skin they made and AWUHGHGHG LOOK AT HOW DAPPER THIS MAN IS!!! LOOKIT THE SILLY!!

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Friendly reminder my comms are always Open!!

And that i do backgrounds, oc x cannon, cannon x cannon, anthros, ocs, suggestive, silly cute chibis, like long walks on the beach and am super silly and not spooky to talk to!!

If you're interested drop me a dm!! It may take a little for me to see it, but ill be appreciative none the less!!

Comms carrd!!! (For references and shiii)

I put some fandoms in the tags that i am Very Familliar with if you'd want me to draw cannon at all! Though its not limited to these fandoms!!

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I'm going a little insane

just a tad

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IM LAUGHING SO HARD I LOVE YOU GUYS

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I'm going a little insane

just a tad

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🎊 HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! 🎊 /

MOOT APPRICIATION POST???

This was a crazy thing to draw honestly I thank all my art fight mass attacks I think they prepared me for this moment

Sorry if I didn’t manage to draw your sona T-T if I couldn’t find it I’d just draw what ever was on the banner & profile picture / most prominent charachter on your blog 💔 DJDJDJDK I hope you all still like it 💥

And god it’s 2026?! I know you all don’t interact with me all the time and vice versa but honestly acquiring mutuals through my stupid Sans Undertale ™️ doodles n seeing the little purple mutuals tag pop up in my notifs just made me rilly happy

Ig it made posting a little less intimidating so I’m rilly thankful for all of you n like all the followers I somehow aquired (??!) in these past 3 months

I hope 2026 treats us all kindly, happy new year (!)

(The ghost with the star my sona btw HAHAHA)

a lil gif of each layer since some details got hidden 🥀

everyone’s @‘s (!)

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The rest will be in the comments :33 💥💥💥

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM IN VC AND FREAKING OUT URURURURJASHKAWDAK UR SO COOL IM BITING YOU IM BITING YOU IM BITING YOU IM SHAKIGN YOU THIS IS SO COOOOOOL