#macabre monday

[senshrek]

I really fucking love maca and cube's relationship Can we see more of them sometime?

of course! i’m glad you like them aaaaa ; ; 💖

it’s been waaay too long since i’ve last drawn them 😔 i have a bunch more older doodles too but i’ll post them separately

@gearoxbutabox

[senshrek]

my goodest bitch,,, ik ur not as into jsab now but I fuckin love ur la danse macabre,, my Maca kinnie heart go AA when i see them thank u for them u are a blessing

bro.,,., thank you so much this made my heart go 💗💓💗💓💗💓💗 you are a blessing, my funky fresh homie!!! 💖

i wanna get back into JSAB bc i still have so much more to share but frick man being stuck at home for over half a year has led me to discover (and re-discover) other stuff and there are a million things i wanna draw right now aaaAa ; ;

@nontoxic-markers

[senshrek]

Dude the way you draw Maca is amazing she's beautiful

thanks dude!!! hhrrgh i love drawing her so much 🤘😳🤘 here’s a lil gift for ya anon ; ) 💕

happy Monday gaymers 👻🔥

[senshrek]

some more Maca doodles bc i’m tired and gay 🤘😔🤘💕

[senshrek]

a lil comic i made a few weeks ago 💤

Lycan’s not actually a fuckboy who’s just tryna hit on Maca—he’s just genuinely curious about her age bc heehee Four Twenty™ ✌️🥴👌

[senshrek]

happy Macabre Monday y’all 🔥👻🔥 i’ve been doodling this funky lil ghost woman a lot lately to cope with the stress of finals week yeehaw 🤘😔🤘

[senshrek]

The fact lycan just wanted to know if macabre was 420 is hilarious

aye lmao yeah he’s a total clown 💯🤡

Maca actually is 420 years old and she does end up telling this to him later; the two of them become friends and can often be found joking around together 🌵🤝👻

[coopersvillelibrary-blog]

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.  - Mary Elizabeth Frye