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Facts about me:
I am a INTP-T, enneagram type 8.
Virgo sun, Libra rising, Sagittarius moon.
I am a ravenclaw.
Please talk to me about music it's my favorite ever.
On top of drawing, I also adore reading and writing.
I am neurodivergent, so I might have trouble with tones and processing things, please be patient with me when i ask for clarification.
I've been practicing active polytheism since roughly October 2024, and have been researching and practicing witchcraft off and on for years, since roughly 2020-2021.
I'll probably do a lot of different writting things, headcanons and random thoughts I have.
I use he/they/it pronouns, and am queer <3
ćThings I'm not comfortable with:ć
Pedophelia, rasicm, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, religious hate, and other stuff of this nature.
Basic dni I suppose?
Purposefully tracking me or others down and doxxing myself or others, and trying to make people uncomfortable on purpose.
threatening mine or others safety, and any type of hate speech. I'm fine with general curiosity of why things are the way they are, just be respectful about it, and don't be a dick
I'm fine with cursing, and venting, just be sure to add trigger warnings if you dm me a vent so I know what to look out for.
no zoophilia, bestiality, rape, or sa comments, or incest.
just generally don't be a shitty person and hate on other people because you got your tick tac dick in a twist, please.
More boundaries will be added as time goes on and I figure myself more and what I'm comfortable with.
Anyways, hope yall have a good day/night/afternoon! Nice to meet ya! :)
So...one day I thought "hmmm, what if we had another season about the bad timeline" and then I went to draw it.
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Ep 1. Master Leonardo becomes Baby Blue once again
Ep 2. Can you carry your uncles?
Ep 3. Raph is dead. The good news is it's fixable
Ep 4. Your brain may be human, but your soul speaks in turtle
Ep 5. Mikey looks sixty, but he's not even forty. Donnie can do something about that
Ep 6. Krangified
Ep 7. How many cool points does your dad have?
Ep 8. You may not be human. You might actually be a turtle
Ep 9. Commander O'Neil
Ep 10. Tiny Tello
Ep 11. The little things
Ep 12. Everything is falling apart
Ep 13. You are in the past, your thoughts are in the future
Ep 14. Donatello
Ep 15. Raphael
Ep 16. And the two they left behind
Ep 17. You've got cuddles and hot water. Both are limitless
Ep 18. So many turtles
Ep 19. Find the Krang, stop the...wait..
Ep 20. The winter is long
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C.A.S. Animated project - Part 1 Part 2
Quick q&a:
Drawn in Procreate (mostly). Commissions are closed. Tcest dni. This whole comic is about family and platonic relationships. My youtube. Basic round brush. Page size: 1620Ć2160.
If you use my comic pages in your art (such as edits, redraws, etc) please credit me as their author and attach a link to this blog. Thank you:)
Hi this is such a small detail in your EJ story but it's important to me that you know that Catholic priests do not marry. You're probably thinking of another denomination like Baptist or Protestant. I understand the idea you're going for being strict, rigid, instilling shame and guilt, but yeah Catholic priests are celibate.
š¤·āāļøI don't have anything to do with any Jesus faith so idk. Thanks for telling me tho!
A/N: triggering topics, talk of religions and cults, hints to possible neglect. Hints of extortion and misuse of power.
This took forever to write :v it was the first I wrote though, so it will be the first of the planned three out. Toby and BEN are in the works. I hope you enjoy, and more to come when I get the opportunity:3 as always, in beta read. Also, if you have questions or comments my inbox is always open!! If you see any grammar and typing mistakes lmk!!!
Songs that (sort of) inspired me/or was just stuck in my head when writing this:
August underground- Ethel cain
Televangelism- Ethel Cain
Ptolemaea- Ethel cain
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Jackson Elliot Nichols, known to all by his nickname Jack, was born in Wilcox, Arizona. But moved with his two parents at age 9 to Whittier, New Hampshire on the Ossipee mountain range.
He grew up in a strict Catholic household, a devoted priest of a father and a stay at home mother who sometimes worked in the youth groups of the church.
He was a only child- his mother struggling with infertility.
He was diligent in his faith and in his schooling.
He led mini sermons and aimed to please his father, to follow in his footsteps.
He was often viewed as a perfect example in his private catholic school, a teachers pet and mortal enemy of most students due to it.
...
His family was perfect, to the eyes of the public.
But behind it was tense silences during dinner, hushed whispering behind doors.
As he got older, his father was gone more often. Coming with random bouts of money- more one week, less the next. New buddies and talks about finances over whiskey.
His mom started having a glass of wine at dinner. Then two.
He became a observer, forgotten by his parents and more like a piece of shiny decor to gaze at when they couldn't bare themselves.
The whispers stopped being behind closed doors. Started spreading to dinner. Lunch. Between church services during drives.
He was pulled from his Catholic school. Started being homeschooled.
His father started coming around with more money, then less and less. The random men came over more often. Asking about deals he made and funds he promised.
To him the move was random. But it was always coming. His father's reckless gambling and extortion of the church and funneling of funds was always going to meet a head.
He remembers the night of the move- his frantic father with his button up half undone and tie hanging off him and crying mother and holding her locket as he looked through the crack of their bedroom door.
He could never figure out why his life in Arizona was upended, not at that time.
His parents started a new life in Whittier. Changed their names, changed his. His father started a church, different from catholism, but with the same principles.
the Ten Commandments. The Seven Sacraments. The Precepts of the Church. The things he grew up with.
Different in the way his father started twisting things.
But he always had a way with words, so people- often those also forsaken, believed him.
The talks of a prophet of God.
The talks of bringing the prophet to the people to free them.
The people gathered in a circle, opening shaming each other for disobedience.
The women in veils and covered from elbow to ankle.
By the time he was sixteen, he realized it for what it was. His father using his time as a Catholic priest to amass a following for his own cult.
He's greatful his mother was naive enough to place him in the singular school of the small town. If he didn't get to see outside his house, he likely would have fallen victim to it as well.
He graduated early, with honors. One of his friends was going to visit family in North Dakota- so he did the only reasonable thing he could think of.
He hid in the trunk and left. His friend was aware of him there, knew of the situation and had a bleeding heart for the shy, awkward yet intelligent young man.
He was brought as Indiana, and was given enough money for a train to Wyoming where he started schooling to get a associates degree in Science. Changed his name to Jack Nyras and claimed he was already 18. He was about 5'10", and with the weariness that came from his home, he surely looked enough to be.
His parents never stopped looking for him. Missing posters and prayer circles and large bonfires to light a way home.
By eighteen he had his associates.
By 19 he moved to Montana; friends of his parents spreading cult having caught wind of the boy who's face covered Ossipee and nearly all of New Hampshire.
He started school to become a doctor.
Halfway through his degree, friends of friends of his parents found him. He didn't know it at the time.
Not long after the entire congregation came to his shared apartment in Montana.
His roommate was gone at a party, he'd been up studying late for a test the next morning. He thought the knock at the door was just him coming back for the keys he left abandoned on the table in his haste to get drunk.
It was his mother and father.
His mother pleaded with him to come home. Saying the people needed him to fulfill his duty as a prophet.
He refused.
His mom was begging and crying, pleading with him. He tried to shut the door on them, his father forced his way in as his mother collapsed, leaning against the wall outside his apartment as the crowd of curious college students grew.
He tried to run to his room, but his father had a hold on him. He was dragged out by his arm, and his mother by her hair where she was comatose on the floor with anguish.
By the time the police was called it had already been to late.
Thrown into his father vehicle with his mom his father drove far off into the wilderness of cold Montana.
He remembers seeing the moon clearly out the window.
He doesn't remember much after that.
Maybe pieces here and there, if he tries hard enough.
The beating from his enraged father as he stopped at a rest area.
A sting of a needle as he's thrown back into the backseat.
Blissfully darkness.
The congregation, hands held together as hes thrown amist the circle of chanting prayer.
The feeling of a cold Splash of something unidentified from the left.
The feeling of red hot agony, the shifting of breaking bones and popping joins.
Of being gutted from The inside and reformed into something sacrilegious.
The screams of people.
The smell of iron.
...
He couldn't tell you what happened that night. Just that he woke up inexplicably different.
A undeniable monster.
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Appearance, personality, etc:
Eyeless jack is tall in stature, 7'8" when slouches as he is normally, and 8" when standing at full height. It hurts him to stand up fully for long periods of time.
His skin is a sickly yellowish grey tint to a ghostly pale complexion, and his skin is almost translucent. You can follow the veins of his hands and arms, his collarbone up to his lower jaw, down his torso to the bottom of his pectoral muscles.
His knees bend backwards, almost goat like but not quiet. His feet are canine like, bean pads and sharp claws. His hands, though looking more human-esque, have suffered a similar fate. Five abnormally long fingers with just as long claws that can only retract so much, a extra layer of callous similar to the pads you seen on coyotes. Dewclaws where his wrist starts. A tail the length of his torso, both slim yet covered in dark, coarse fur. The same fur comes in splotches around his body, like spots on a cat. His once brown hair now darker, nearly black.
His face is the most stark difference, Though.
Where his eyes once were are empty sockets, his translucence leading to the ability to see the views around them; black as night, giving the illusion of tar.
His Mouth full of two to three rows of razor sharp teeth, three tongues. Bat like ears that aim downwards. He lacks the ability to grow eyebrows.
Personality wise, EJ is a very quiet and unsociable person. A bit of a wallflower to some, or antisocial as others like to say. His voice is a rough timbre almost, and its hard to hear when he speaks due to being so soft-spoken, most words coming out In a meek whisper. He's highly intelligent and diligent in his work, and enjoys reading and studying and being in quiet areas due to his hightened senses and SPD. He can be a bit teasing and playful when he opens up, but it takes a while.
EJ was born on May 19th. ( I like to thing the year 1998, but it depends what exact a year it is, I haven't really set that in stone in my mind yet. I just have ages.) He is currently 23 years old, four years having passed since his turning.
Traits and disorders:
Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)
Social phobia/Social anxiety disorder (SAD)
Scoliosis
Chronic widespread pain of joints
Major depressive disorder (MDD)
Fibromyalgia
Eating disorder not otherwise specified (EDNOS) (due to struggles with being a cannibal)
A/N: hi! This is a sneak peak at the story I'm writing. Also, hopefully y'all will be SO interested it will inadvertently force my mind into writing MORE because I have NOT been writing. More about the story on my alt Tumblr!
Phoenix May Ruthferd- Age 12. June 27, 2168
Ever since the collapse of society as it had been known in the year of 2047, the world has never really been the same. We were just learning about it today- we finally got to go back to school after the Marauders' attack on it late January.
The building's supplies kept getting ransacked and stolen by trade route thieves or corporate officials unprompted taxing for using their roadways.
It was nice- I got to see Mx. Padma again. They looked different- as anyone does after an increase in raids. A bit thinner, cheeks sunken and hollow. Their eyes a bit dimmer than before. Hair a bit wiry and frayed at the edges, coils of textured black locks in miscellaneous directions, pieces missing here and there like they'd been picking at it.
I also got to see my classmates once more- Felix and little Kimberly, Raine and Darius and Jefferey. The six of us are the only kids in this part of the Upper Cascadia who are able to go to school on Euphridese- or at least that's what we're told. That's what Mx. Padma and Mr. Lawrence and the other people in white coats and establishing suit jackets say.
I don't really know; or rather have much of an opinion.
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But anyways- about the lesson Mx. Padma was talking about.
The collapse of previous society. On what had once been Earth- but is now just a brazen wasteland- there had been a whole bunch of different species. But Mx. Padma said that humans have always been ambitious- with our eyes to the sky and with our limited resources used as playing cards; and eventually we played a bit too hard of a hand and ended up losing the match.
"But-" Mx. Padma had continued, while moving a ball representing the old planet between hands, "But we as a sentient species are innovative. We created a temporary planet to try and make sure we didn't go down with the crumbling one- which at that point was being razed by violent storms and massive fires, the collapse of entire ecosystems and Extinction of species overnight, and the ever crumbling atmosphere leaving Earth a moving target to asteroids". Or something like that. I can't remember the exact words.
Mx. Padma said that the best minds of the dying planet came together to create Euphridese. That Euphridese stands as a literal satellite to Mars in both senses- To monitor the planet, and find the best way to colonize, and as having become a human designed moon of Mars itself. The project of Euphridese was funded primarily by EO-NET institute, a mysterious but powerful cooperation with the CEO out of public limelight since its rise to fame.
Kimberly asked what EO-NET stands for. Mx. Padma told her EO-NET institute stands for "Economic Overview Network". Not much is known about them besides the fact they control nearly every economic market, but have a huge overreaching power in technology and medicine. The CEO is unknown, as well as the company's rise to power. EO-NET is also known for shady business deals and practices, bordering on inhumane; but the people can't do anything when the institution keeps constant watch on them, and keeps them impoverished.
Mx. Padma went on to further explain that Euphridese, on its surface, holds just barely over twice its maximum capacity, which was supposed to be four million- but is way over that. It makes for overcrowded but bustling towns and tall, skyscraper apartment style housing to fit everyone. Euphridese is the planet that never sleeps, mainly because the planet itself is always making a thrumming noise beneath your feet, and also because the markets and town squares themselves never tire of people.
And, as we all know, Euphridese is broken into sectors based on regions of the late Earth- The Cascadia, The Andes, the Atlas, the Alps, the Urals, the Altari, the Himalayas, and the great dividing.
That's all we had been able to get through for the lessons today. Though I wonder- why would the old societies do that? I mean, doesnāt destroying everything seem counter intuitive?
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Phoenix May Ruthferd- Age 12. June 30, 2168
There was another raid today. The adults call them teenage marauders- societal outcasts from the communes. I just think maybe they are angry, impoverished people. Angry for having to live on this planet kept afloat by sheer will of greedy corporate hands and angry at their predecessors. I'm angry too, now that Iāve had time to think over the lessons Mx. Padma has had about Earth and Euphridese.
Everyone tells me to listen to the adults, that the adults are always right, but if being right means 8 million people crammed into a tiny technodrome; sharing a room with your family and the next three over, having to pay your next four metaphorical rebirths over just to afford the air you breathe and bowing down to EO-NET like the second coming of Jesus-
Then I wish to be wrong. I wish to be very, fundamentally wrong. Because nothing about that seems right. Or humane.
You know- I heard that back in 2026 you had your own room. Your own house- that you didnāt watch kids younger than you get sold off to corporations to become bodies on some sort of factory line. That almost everyone got to go to school- that you could see the sky. What a dream, right? Felix laughed when I told him about that.
āSeeing the sky,ā his head shook in humor with a grin and going to wipe his nose, āSeeing the sky would never happen. Not here, at least.ā
Kimberely just shook her head and sighed at him- and especially at me.
āYouāve always been a dreamer,ā she told me. āYou donāt have your head screwed on right if youāre dreaming of the sky.ā
And maybe I donāt. But the sky seems a lot better than here, at least. Here, where everyday is another raid from other people in the exact same position as me. Here, where everyday I have to worry if the school is still standing. Here, where I have to look over my shoulder constantly lest EO-NET decides its time for me to join them, or road bandits decide Iām their newest toy- the freshest meat. Here, where nothing is right and nothing is left.
I wonder what Earth was like. With its fresh air, and trees. Iāve always wanted to see a tree.
Maybe somewhere, far, far away from here, from this time and this place, I can find one to sit under. I read in a book once- one I took from the school, a book we arenāt supposed to know exists- that people sit under the trees to think and look cool.
One day, Iāll sit under a tree. Until then- Iāll just close my eyes and pretend I can hear the whispering of the leaves in my ears.
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Phoenix May Ruthferd- Age 12. July 1, 2168
Rumor has it that the entirety of the lower- central Alps got massacred. About 3,000 people, give or take. Probably more. I stopped paying attention to the count. Men, women, mothers, children, elders. All killed.
The media tries to say it was raiders and Marauders, pairing together to bathe in blood. But the aunties talk- everyone knows raiders and trade route thieves canāt stand marauders, and vise versa- they would never work together.
āThe only plausible thing,ā the aunties hum āis that the head officers from The Great Dividing heard of the disharmony.ā They always sigh and pull their cardigans and shawls closer, clicking their tongues as they lean back on their miscellaneous rocking chairs and benches, āUnfortunate, but lower-central Alps have always been the place to cause disharmony and ruckus.ā And the topic always shifts to something less sour.
I think it's a load of bull.
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A/N: and that's the end for now!!! Let me know what you think, my ask box is always open :3
Yk what I miss about the 2010s Creepypasta fanfics? Especially the Toby ones?
The rual America horror vibes. They always reminded of my home - miles upon miles of trees to get lost in, filled with things Nobody Talks About (tm), being weary of every stranger you cross cause they're all hiding terrible secrets, trashy buildings, lone gas stations, cannibalism, ect
I'm writing Toby's and it just sounds like "his dad was mean. Trauma trauma, hit hit. Kabloom. He hurted me."
Like I'd like to think EJs was written ok ish, bit Toby's just... At least so far sounds just bleh like steriotypical creepypasta "and he hurted me, so I cri" for some reason.
Like help??? Doesn't anyone have advice so I don't sound so fucking stiff omgs.
I'm starting to write down the moving points for a bunch of em bc I'm weird and like to find exact points for where they lived and when. And. I'm loosing my mind. Anyways lore building
...btw EJ was born in Wilcox Az, moved to Whittier, NH and then ran away to Indiana, then Wyoming, then Montana.
Natalie: born and raised in Astoria, Oregon. Go ducks.
Nina: born and raised in Bakersfield, California until like 12, moved to Santa Clara California.
Helen: born and Lived in Chartres, (Centre-Val de Loire region), France until about 16, then came to America with his parents. Lived in Provincetown, Massachusetts.
Tim: Elora, Tennessee.
Brian: Elora, Tennessee.
Jane: born in Biloxi, Mississippi, moved to Alexandria, Louisiana.
Sally: Born in Wichita, Kansas. Put in foster care at 3, moved around Kansas a lot. Ended up adopted by a family in Omaha Nebraska. Died at age 9 in Omaha.
I'm starting to write down the moving points for a bunch of em bc I'm weird and like to find exact points for where they lived and when. And. I'm loosing my mind. Anyways lore building
...btw EJ was born in Wilcox Az, moved to Whittier, NH and then ran away to Indiana, then Wyoming, then Montana.
Natalie: born and raised in Astoria, Oregon. Go ducks.
Nina: born and raised in Bakersfield, California until like 12, moved to Santa Clara California.
Helen: born and Lived in Chartres, (Centre-Val de Loire region), France until about 16, then came to America with his parents. Lived in Provincetown, Massachusetts.
Tim: Elora, Tennessee.
Brian: Elora, Tennessee.
Jane: born in Biloxi, Mississippi, moved to Alexandria, Louisiana.
Sally: Born in Wichita, Kansas. Put in foster care at 3, moved around Kansas a lot. Ended up adopted by a family in Omaha Nebraska. Died at age 9 in Omaha.
I'm starting to write down the moving points for a bunch of em bc I'm weird and like to find exact points for where they lived and when. And. I'm loosing my mind. Anyways lore building
...btw EJ was born in Wilcox Az, moved to Whittier, NH and then ran away to Indiana, then Wyoming, then Montana.
Toby up next, and after that Ben then EJ! I'll do another poll within the next month or so to see who's up after those three! I already have EJ written, and the thoughts there to write out toby, Jeff, and Nina and a blueprint for how to write out Ben.
HIHIHI I just read your introduction and noticed you're a polythesic(i probably wrote it wrong, I apologize..) Which really intrigued me because I'm also a helpol!! I'm specifically the devotee of Thanatos :]
Thats all!! You seem very cool tho
Oh em gee hiiii!!! I have a lot of helpol friends and personally work a lot in Norse and Greek pantheon, with Loki, Apollon and Poseidon. Thanatos is absolutely awesome though!!! He's so cool :33
And you just missed the t on polytheistic!
Thank you for being so kind and sharing, it's nice to hear from you :333
