Lore fact: Pudz ( @pudding-the-clown ) and Nails ( @nails-for-your-coffin ) are, “very normal.”
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Lore fact: Pudz ( @pudding-the-clown ) and Nails ( @nails-for-your-coffin ) are, “very normal.”
Emotionally damaged roomates!
( @harry-the-worst @pudding-the-clown @nails-for-your-coffin )
Little sketch I did for this week's post, not a halloween piece but i'll put the tag so the button thing shows up yayaya
REBLOG: yes please you're so cool!
REPOST: DO NOT I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN WITH A STICK
u worry me
Literally why??????
I'm a normal human being!!!!!!
@pudding-the-clown the cornflakes didn't work.
but.
thanks.
I guess.
for bringing them. that was chill of you.
What an absolute situation you are right now huh?
How are you holding up with the...betrothal?
-Pudz (homeless)
I think it’s clear that I’m not holding up very well.
Also, why do you keep clarifying that you’re homeless? Or is “(homeless)” your surname like Jamie’s is “(Landlord)”?
I suppose that could well be the case. Nothing surprises me anymore.
@harry-the-worst I made your bed. I hope you don’t mind.
@pudding-the-clown @nails-for-your-coffin
I blew up the air mattress for you guys, I figured you could stay until this ant thing is handled.
Ok, so.
I spent the New Year's with P @pudding-the-clown, since stuff was kind of weird at Harry's/Mandy's, they asked if I was up to just watch the Stranger Things premiere and drink cheap champagne. I said no gross apple cider was allowed at my house but we could get some decent stuff and eat snacks. So that's what we did.
I could hear the screaming echos of my grandma cussing me out latino old lady style for not eating lentils or anything remotoly brazilian related but honestly, neither of us was in the mood for that so air fryer chicken nuggets it was.
P said we shouldn't be eating stuff from scratching animals on new year's cause of superstition, to which I argued that, first of all, it wasn't real chicken to begin with and, second, probably made of cardboard or something. So yeah, we got store bought sauce to dip it into in hopes to add some kind of flavour to our pretend food.
I miss my mom's salpicão.
Anyway, we were disapponted at the ST ending, drank too much and fell asleep on the couch, then spent the next day playing Unpacking, a game I never heard of but P said it was good.
It really was.
This whole thing was...nice.
What happens next is the problem.
It was already pretty late and we were talking about 2025 and what a fucked up insane year it has been, when P started to ramble about missing Harry and wishing we could have all spent Christmas together. Then, I recalled to them about the fiasco that happened at my family's last attempt on doing a secret santa, and they said they wished we could have done one with our new friends.
Then we heard a weird noise outside, a loud tud. They got up to investigate, and came back with no colors on their face.
Lying on my front porch, was the deceased, bent and weirdly positioned like Peter from Family Guy, body of an old person, dressed in a very well put together Santa Claus costume.
Out of nowhere.
At first it took us a couple of minutes to actually understand just what the fuck happened, then we called the police, and had to spend the rest of the night and a good chunk of the 2nd answering questions and being the good well behaved latinos we are, trying to avoid getting shipped back to BR in a box or something.
And have to pay our own shipping cause fucking Curitiba taxes.
I digress.
Eventually, they were able to find this person's phone and unlock it. The first thing to come up was the front page of a blog here, of course EVEN SANTA uses Tumblr.com because no one can scape this hellhole. Anyway, the blog's handle is @santa-in-msh and apparently they were gifting people stuff and somehow got tangled into drama with another blog.
As one does.
The police is investigating who's responsible for Santa's death, and me and P were dismissed. But now I don't have anywhere to go because my house is currently classified as a crime scene.
So...
Does anyone have a couch I can crash for a couple of days?
I made this for @lldessyll
Both characters Puddie and Sticker are also by @lldessyll
Error is by @loverofpiggies
Sorry I have not been posting guys, I got art block hardcore due to stress! But I am back and improved!