"Nuh"

Mostly Roblox related posts

[gatostar2008]

[makhluqat]

How do u make intros for every voice in your head seriously why do i see some unemployed ppl have detailed intros for everyone and the ppl in my head wont even bother properly typing their names

[i-survivedhfjone18]

a little McGrace's fan animation for @idiotspage

rush hour johnny

wow

uh

cool

[makhluqat]

Vent art

something something molten face and impalement under cut (badly drawn on purpose so youre allowed to speed face at this and move on)

I died in modest clothes isn't that what you wanted

[makhluqat]

The two c&e fans are going to love this one..

Thats the whole post -S

(MADE BY YOURS TRULY C&E!!! AKA GUMBALL)

[makhluqat]

Tumblr loves putting ancient posts from the start of april and put salt on my wounds doesnt it

[danxylsstuff]

Love spill yaaay

And Genesis with his son

[makhluqat]

Drawing i made of me and john grac e

🥹 .

Oiugh...john grace ...💧

[makhluqat]

For me –V

[sharkfiinn]

[makhluqat]

I will make a new intro because i deleted my last one cuz so much has changed in these few weeks that editing my intro is gonna b like scooping out the apple part of an apple then peeling an orange and trying to shove it in the apple or something idk

[makhluqat]

Mime art

I love u worm.. yuor so cute.

[makhluqat]

I feel so hollow ever since i let the voices speak over me. I used to think I was so colorful but now i realize i am just a nobody and my body and mind is a vessel. I used to have control over my body and my thoughts but now i am a blank sheet. Untouched, untorn. Just glided all the way from nowhere to down until i hit the ground and get my first dent. Then getting stepped on over and over by people walking by until I get dirty, yet still remain unused because no one ever picked me up and thought i was "useful". Every emotion I ever felt feels fake, like I decieved you all. I am not "N" or "Nuh" anymore. I am simply no one. Nothing that I ever knew about myself makes sense anymore. What do I like? What did I like? What do I want to do next? My body doesn't feel mine anymore. Who or what am i really and why are these people here with me? It is hard to keep up with anything anymore. Should I just let myself go? I am just a pesky thought in this sea of bright emotions. Such warm lights, and cold lights, forming gradients, combinations of colors that you can find eye-straining, pleasant, everything else. So many of these colors and textures here and I am none of them. So many new people you would rather talk to instead of me. I am not entertaining at all. I am just confused and clueless. I ask again, Should I let myself go? But how?

[makhluqat]

But I had so many dreams. So many people that I loved. I wanted to love. Where is my love? Where are all my ambitions? My name, gender, my orientation, my voice, where are they now? Where is my anger? Where is my fear? Am I sad? Am i grieving? Who or what am i grieving? Where is my hope? Where is the warmth of light or cold of darkness?

[makhluqat]

I was so happy before any of this happened. Even if i wasn't, I am still much worse than how I was before.

The mirror I used to be able to see my reflection in was one. Everytime it cracked, i didn't pay mind. I fixed it with tape. It cracked again and i put more tape. It cracked again and i put more tape. It cracked again and i put more tape. It cracked again and i put more tape.

It cracked again. It cracked again. It cracked again. I dont have any more tape.

So much tape but it cannot hold itself up anymore and finally shattered. I see a me in every shard of the mirror that was once whole, or at least I tried to keep it whole. I dont know which reflection is really mine, or if that reflection i tried to keep one was really ever mine

[makhluqat]

I feel so hollow ever since i let the voices speak over me. I used to think I was so colorful but now i realize i am just a nobody and my body and mind is a vessel. I used to have control over my body and my thoughts but now i am a blank sheet. Untouched, untorn. Just glided all the way from nowhere to down until i hit the ground and get my first dent. Then getting stepped on over and over by people walking by until I get dirty, yet still remain unused because no one ever picked me up and thought i was "useful". Every emotion I ever felt feels fake, like I decieved you all. I am not "N" or "Nuh" anymore. I am simply no one. Nothing that I ever knew about myself makes sense anymore. What do I like? What did I like? What do I want to do next? My body doesn't feel mine anymore. Who or what am i really and why are these people here with me? It is hard to keep up with anything anymore. Should I just let myself go? I am just a pesky thought in this sea of bright emotions. Such warm lights, and cold lights, forming gradients, combinations of colors that you can find eye-straining, pleasant, everything else. So many of these colors and textures here and I am none of them. So many new people you would rather talk to instead of me. I am not entertaining at all. I am just confused and clueless. I ask again, Should I let myself go? But how?

[makhluqat]

But I had so many dreams. So many people that I loved. I wanted to love. Where is my love? Where are all my ambitions? My name, gender, my orientation, my voice, where are they now? Where is my anger? Where is my fear? Am I sad? Am i grieving? Who or what am i grieving? Where is my hope? Where is the warmth of light or cold of darkness?

[makhluqat]

I feel so hollow ever since i let the voices speak over me. I used to think I was so colorful but now i realize i am just a nobody and my body and mind is a vessel. I used to have control over my body and my thoughts but now i am a blank sheet. Untouched, untorn. Just glided all the way from nowhere to down until i hit the ground and get my first dent. Then getting stepped on over and over by people walking by until I get dirty, yet still remain unused because no one ever picked me up and thought i was "useful". Every emotion I ever felt feels fake, like I decieved you all. I am not "N" or "Nuh" anymore. I am simply no one. Nothing that I ever knew about myself makes sense anymore. What do I like? What did I like? What do I want to do next? My body doesn't feel mine anymore. Who or what am i really and why are these people here with me? It is hard to keep up with anything anymore. Should I just let myself go? I am just a pesky thought in this sea of bright emotions. Such warm lights, and cold lights, forming gradients, combinations of colors that you can find eye-straining, pleasant, everything else. So many of these colors and textures here and I am none of them. So many new people you would rather talk to instead of me. I am not entertaining at all. I am just confused and clueless. I ask again, Should I let myself go? But how?

[applesandwichentity]

Petition to make Sebastian Solace public domain essentially. Have him be like Hatsune Miku, he can be anything or anyone, a worldwide shared OC if you will.

Also screw Zeal and all the devs that were paid to stay silent, go support Ren.

[sku11s-and-roses]

mmmmime i drew for my lovely's rp blog

the only proper thigng ive draqn in weeks omhg.............