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Yessir

trumpphobic

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS TRUMPPHOBIC

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Recent art trade I did (full render coming soon)

(Sobs)

I had so much time yet so little motivation

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★Be me★

-> Be a 12 year old on the internet when amino was popular

-> Role plays with a person who does art of said role play

-> Practice it for years after we stop talking

->Accidentally steals art style

-> Now a secondary art style

-> Cry about it for 2 hours bc 12 year old me me would be devastated and annoyingly joyous about the achievement

-> Now shooting for college art

-> Is about to accidentally repeat the cycle

-> What do?

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I have a man in the back of my van

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Fish cube

Reblog to put mutuals in the fish cube

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On Friendship.

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I need this 😭

You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:

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☆INTRODUCTION☆

{☆|: Name-Goose|☆}

{☆|:Pronouns-They/Them/Theirs|☆}

{☆|Identity-Pan & GenderQueer|☆}

•What do I write/shit on/post on this lovely main account?

{☆|: Oc work, Old role plays im recycling, or day to day conversations.

{☆|: Art wise it's mostly comic forms of conversations I've had or random bursts of energy I've had at the spur of the moment.

•Why am I setting up my account to look as confusing as possible? You may ask that my friend but it is to waste you time!

Hyperfixations/Fixations?

{☆|: There are quite a few to list actually. While I'm wasting you time might as well write them justletmebeafreakugh.

{★:Lego Monkie Kid

{★:JttW (Journey to the west)

{★: Hermitcraft (I love that car.)

{★: Epic the Musical

{★: Music (Any type.)

{★: Clothing design (Ilyuambbg)

{★: Ocean Exploration (Big Wawa)

{★: Mouth Washing

(Pleasenojigglefartapologists!)

{★:DDVAU (I'msonormalaboutthethingiswearireallyam)

``That's about it here, end it.``

《Don't do that, actually...》

Favorite quote for you silly guys here.

[•]Okay Toodles now Ilygsm!!♥︎♥︎♥︎

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He's just like me. He is just like me, for real, for real.

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM SOBBING IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I LOVE HOW YOU DREW THEM

mumbo and grian if you even care

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I feel the urge to dance at someone, and I have no reason to besides hitting the gangnam style just when anyone remotely begins to irritate me.

I feel like that's a healthy way of channeling anger, right?

Just y'know, aggressively shuffle at a person while hitting the gangnam style to get them to piss off or is that just a .e thing I'm feeling here?

Idk why but it's funny in my head

I'd be worried and horrified if I were arguing with a person and perfectly executed the whole choreography from the gangnam style music video

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'im clearly not strong enough to leave you in the past. (so, you do it. please. leave. set me free.)'

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ODYSSEUS AND CASSIANS

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Traffic light trio designs for my au..

My bad if these looked like shit.. I can't design stuff.

I haven't figured out how the plot goes. I'll be doing it after I designed all my listed charters Next design are the monkeys

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(I do recommend listening to this while reading. This chapters base was inspired by this song! :D )

Chapter 1: The Boys Call of Sonder

Sonder [Sohn-deer]: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

That man was truly odd. Maybe he's crazy? I thought.

"He was nice though I'll give him that."

I'd rummage through my finds and what that dusty old man gave me. A bag of coins, some of his rations, and a new cloak...? "This man must be truly insane." I'd mumble as I'd throw my hood back over my head, knowing people are looking at me with such dirty glares, at a child too. How pitiful of them.

I'd duck through the familiar alleyways and through the forest where I usually lived.

The closest I'll have to a home afterall, I can't risk my safety for a temporary comfort afterall. That seems almost idiotic to wonder if there is such a thing as a home for me. Afterall it would take some time before he figures out about my criminal markings. Then he'll stop, and throw me out just like all the rest of those snobby, unforgiving, beastly and cruel adults.

"Maybe he's different..?"

The boy mulled over that thought and slapped himself.

"No cassian, no one is different. People are beings of habit, that man is no different than the rest."

I'd would then pack my things back into the bag, not wanting to risk more than what was unexpected and unnecessary noise making, afterall. One wrong noise and my whereabouts were to be exposed to the public eye more than already. I don't need that.

I'd begin to trail through the alleyways, the backroads, and horse tracks I could follow. But it all led me back to the village I still hate, what a ripoff. So with that thought, why don't I grab a drink? I'd think, slipping into the local pharmacy. With a knock or two, I'd slide in. Coming face to face with the long dwindling hallway, each step being cautious I'd emerge into the dark room that reeked of booze and underpriced food, only being lit up by the burning fire at the back of the bar. The goal of food and booze, as much as a necessity it already was right now, what's the worst that can happen?

"What can I get you?"

The man spoke, it was the same man from last night. He had his back turned to me, he shouldn't recognize me with this mask right?

I'd shutter at the thought and slotted myself into the stool, and spoke. An attempt to sound confident I suppose.

"A....A water will do sir."

I came here to get wasted, not sober.

I'd mentally choke myself as the man stood silent for a moment as he seemed to peer over his shoulder at me. When he spoke, all I could recognize and compute was his voice. The same deep and gruff, yet soft and stern. It was the same man from last night. He had his back turned to me. He shouldn't recognize me with this mask, right? Is he always that scary looking? What when did he get that tall? Does he recognize me? Did I mess up, oh gods. Why does he smell like iron and pine? Why is he so close? Wait, why is he moving away now. What is he up to? What is he going to do to me?

"That all you want today?"

The man filled up a glass carefully and slid it in front of me. Oh, thank gods. I almost shit myself, and a relief he doesn't recognize me.

"Yeah that'll be all, thanks."

The man then sat in his chair, cleaning the glasses and bottles. Not too long after he began to hum a broken melody, it sounded broken coming from him anyways.

He needs to tune his voice. Is he deaf? This man can't sing a good tune if a proper choir shows him a good melody, but it's soothing...

I wonder why he served me... Didn't he figure I'm a kid or something? Maybe I should be more cautious of him. He might actually know what he's doing. Sneaky scoundrel, just like all the other adults. Does he think im a dwarf? I'd think.

I'd finish my glass, pay, and quickly evacuated the premises. It became night so quickly. Who would've known a glass of water would've taken that long.

I'd quickly slip out of the pharmacy, bumping into a few people, but enough to nab a few wallets and cover my tracks.

Looks like I'm eating good tonight.

Afterall the night had more to offer to those who thrive on it.

The morning came, what a shocker. It seemed dimmer than usual, weird... seems it's going to rain after all.

I'd dig out that cloak that man gave me, it was big, a little heavy but it seems it'll do for now. How did he get something this good of quality, and in my size? He's such a weird guy, more than weird, he's borderline creepy. Oh well, at least this gets me warm enough for now.

Looking around and taking in the scene before me, it was just sad. Drizzling rain,the smell of wet grass and pine, and the faint smell of iron. Knowing me, I became curious. Where was the metallic smell? Who was the source? That made me question my own senses.

The smell only seemed to die down after the rain began to pour.

Well, looks like today's going to be such an amazing day.

I'd pat around, grabbing my bag and held it close as I watched the rain. Letting the cold yet comforting smell and familiar feeling of the pouring rain welcome me to the new home I call my own within the trees, the water now seeping through my clothes I began to shiver, the sounds began to defeat the senses of being on guard

The cold sensation and the feeling of warmth seemed to battle against eachother as I laid under the tree, until not long after I felt a pair of arms pick me up, strong and warm, welcoming arms. It felt... Nice for once. Before long, I'd slowly begun to drift off, I guess the warmth is welcomed...

(I used the wrong word to describe this chapter, come back for edits.)

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(The prolog was based on this song!)

Prolog: Winding Nights

The air seemed cold, seemingly so chilling that the dead under the soil seemed to shiver with each blowing wind from the snowy night.

A boy marked with the tattoos of a criminal seemed to have the right to be stuck in the snow in the eyes of passerby, who would aide the boy marked with the cursed marks of treason and death?

To be the fool to disregard the marks, the ones of death too.

Yet this boy seemed to prevail, this small feeble and well versed boy with the streets, a small bag to only claim as his own besides the skeleton mask on his face and the thin cloak on his back. He was marked as a criminal, no matter even if it wasn't needed. A boy of this sorts should need no help of course. Alike a dark cloud of smoke, a familiar dear of the night and the pest to those within the light. The boy has found his new prey, only it seems this home seems to be very welcoming... ...Warm... perhaps a little more? One can hope or wish, in his case a wish.

"Let's see, there shouldn't be anyone home. Only an old guy, no traps...? Odd, seems he is too eager for the world to enter through his door."

The boy creeped up to the door, slowlyturning the handle to only end up snared like a simple animal caught for game. He began to struggle, seems this old man was brighter than he originally thought. He'd continue to wriggle around, now successfully taking ahold of his dagger before he saw a shadow of a gruff figure emerge from the door that seemed so welcoming and warm, to see an old battered and stone faced man. Without warning the man took ahold of the net the boy was trapped in, only thinking with his fighting instincts the boy instinctively kicked the older man's face. Only to become shocked that the man only slightly stumbled, but held the net on tight as he rubbed his nose.

"What's a muskrat like you doing trying to rob my house? One desperate enough to find the taste of death so eagerly?"

The man took a pause, fully accounting the details of the boy infront of him.

"You're just a mere child... What are you even doing out here? It's too cold and late for someone as young as you to be like this."

The gruff man's tone began to shift of one of indifference and sympathy.

"Your so small for a boy."

   "What is it to you anyways, I was just about to rob your house!" The boy huffed

Seemingly at a slight ease before being picked up by the scruff, lifted out of the net like a stray cat in an alleyway.

   "Come, no child should be out here. You are all but too weak for this weather, not all too well suited for it."

The boy stayed silent, not all too welcoming to the thought of angering the man and complied as man sat the boy in his rocking chair with a blanket and some rations.

   "Eat, your all too small. A shame."

The boy stared at the man, shocked and hesitant. For all this boy could think this was a ruse, a trick, a cruel prank, a thing that would be a thing the man would ask for something sinister in trade for this shelter.

   "What do you want from me? Why are you helping me, and what is your gain from this?"

The boy questioned, digging into the man's mind for answers for this out of the blue empathy and kindness that even other adults seem to lack. An absolute failure.

   "No child should have to endure what you're seemingly going through. I can only imagine what could've truly happened to you for you to end up in my trap, in the middle of the night, boy."

The man sighed, now squatting down infront of the boy to stop looming over him.

"Where are your parents, they must be waiting for you to get home no?"

His accent was thick, Greek, Austrian maybe? It's hard to put down.

"Don't have any." The boy mumbled.

"Ah... My apologies for asking then."

The man stood up, now slowly backing up and grabbed a bag. Packing it with rations, a bag of coins, and a cloak.

"Whenever your ready to leave the doors open of course."

The man turned around as the chime of the grandfather clock rung through the house to see the boy passed out, asleep.

"Poor thing, let's get you to bed."

The man would gently pick up the boy, climbing up the steps as each one creaked from wear over the years. Then finally sat him in the bed, setting the bag on the table in front of the bed. Finally, the night seemed to envelop the home and blanket the people within the home a peaceful slumber.

The morning slipped through the cracks of the window, awaking the small boy fromthe bed. A slight panic settled in his heart as he sat up, unfamiliar with the place the boy checked the place and spotted the man, asleep in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and next to his only exit. The front door, what a wonderful sight to see as a lad on the streets taken in by a gruff and cold man during the snowy night. Now taking a good look at the man as he made his way down, the man had long dark brown hair littered with bold pieces, and Cream colored streaks and a thick beard, his ears long with elvish nature, the man's clothing loose and considered undone. The man's skin seemingly becoming brighter as the sun hit his cool almond skin, with some scars making their appearance, seemingly littered all over him.

"Gods what did this man do, fight a bear?" The boy questioned himself quietly before sneaking around and retrieving his things, then saw the bag. Curious, the boy grabbed it and made his was to the door. Unfortunately there was a muscle tank blocking the door.

"Where are you going, boy?"

"I'm going back to where I came..."

"That's it?"

"Yes, can I go now?"

"You can, just be careful. Someone of your age should worry about where they lay their head to rest, you understand, boy?"

The boy nodded, and the man moved out of the way. Not even a second after the child ran out the door, without the second glance, the man shut the door. Knowing well that he most likely scared the boy off for good, he'd settle back into his rocking chair. Humming a melody that this home knew before, before drifting off. A melody such as this has its own dark path. As all melodies are sweet, the sweetest happen to weep when heeded apon by another.