boiledmoonmilk
Mudd (She/they/hae/wer) / Creebypasta ocs among other things! Trial by Fire au save me……
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breeding season.
Meet the artist! Mudd the artist meet the Mudd Meet Mudd artist who knows
And also Jerma burger redraw
Gods most resentful servant.
back to cringeposting jjk
Adelaide Hemmings spotted in the background of a photo posted from a party three states away from her last known location. Due to this new information she is no longer missing assumed dead, and the investigation regarding her actions will be reopened.
One thing about me is that I am going to copy Lucia in a fun and friendly way
camcorder footage recovered from a storage unit belonging to greg “goldie” price in 2013, dated 1999.
My coworker is losing his mind bro what is this
I so rarely draw original art, but today is the day.
The Last Unicorn and Elytra
Adelaide preferred fashion over function. Even when her platform boots ripped into her Achilles Tendon and she knew she’d have to walk back barefoot.
4EVER.
Nona de Vries went missing in ‘85. Her little sister, Dove, was around twelve at the time. Their shared bedroom always felt strange after that. Not because Nona wasn’t there anymore, but because suddenly, Dove felt like an intruder. No longer welcome.
As the two got closer, it became a common occurrence that Julie would braid Jeff’s hair after he showered. She would sit silently on the bed in the motel room that he hadn’t paid for in half a year. Waiting for him. Staring at the assortment of knives he kept on the kitchenette countertop. Feeling the imprint of his body carved into the left side of the bed. Tasting the orange vanilla candle in the air. Jeff had told her he just liked the smell, but Julie figured he was just trying to cover the scent of rust that hit the back oh her throat when she yawned too hard; Her open mouth inviting a trace of metal to hit her uvula. Maybe, she thought, it was time to finally replace the pipes.
Jeff preferred to shower in the hottest water available for the longest he could stand it. His mother had gotten him used to the feeling of heat widening his blood vessels. She’d mutter on about how feeling dizzy was a good thing because that meant the heat was burning all the bad thoughts out of his head. About how pain is the only way to tell you’re getting clean. About how he should never say he feels faint because he’s not some girl that needs a chaise lounge to collapse on. But Jeff very often felt faint after a boiling shower. Dizzy wasn’t the right word. He didn’t feel dizzy when he sat on the bed in front of Julie and felt her nails graze his bare back as she wove his wet hair. He didn’t feel dizzy when Julie finished the braid but kept her cold hands on the small of his back and leaned in so that Jeff could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. He didn’t feel dizzy when he caught a whimper in his throat after feeling Julie’s hands move to his stomach and slide two fingers across the indent between his stomach and hip bone. Jeff didn’t feel dizzy. He felt faint.
Faint in the same way a Victorian woman feels when learning of the death of her lover. Faint enough for his knees to give up on him if he weren’t already sitting down. The feeling subsided after Julie would slide off of his bed to attend to something in the building. Most times, she’d leave to go check in a person hoping to get a discreet room with air conditioning and blackout curtains. She’d leave Jeff alone for hours so she could clean a room or take towels to the second floor or do whatever else managing a motel requires that Jeff doesn’t know anything about. By the time Julie finished her rounds and came back to Jeff’s room, his hair was usually dry and the room would be back to the frigid temperature he preferred. Julie would knock and let herself in with the master key so Jeff wouldn’t have to get up if he were busy. Wherever Jeff had positioned himself for the evening, Julie would sit close by.
The only times he really felt dizzy was when he had taken up laying on the bed and reading as a way to pass the time waiting for Julie to come back. He knew he felt dizzy, not faint, when Julie would come and sit by his side with a hairbrush and have him sit up a little bit more so she could brush his hair out. Jeff recognised the weakness in his limbs and the way his head swayed on his neck as he looked up at Julie. He recognised the dizzying way looking anywhere but Julie’s eyes seemed to make the room melt and twist. Her knee pressed against his side and he felt his skin burn the same way it did when his house burnt down. Unsteadiness hit in waves every time he glanced down and watched for a second as her fingers separated his hair. Her long nails made a path between the grooves separating each section and she widened the gaps, extending her fingers through the holes until the structure of the plait fell apart. Each time the pad of her finger grazed his shoulder after undoing a knot, he’d shake harder and harder. Jeff found it harder to keep his head up as Julie went on. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t bring himself to blink or look away. In the reflection of Julie’s glasses he could see himself sweat. He didn’t feel faint. He felt dizzy. He felt sick. He felt good.
Love is the most twisted curse of them all.
Happy Christmas Eve ^_^
99.99% of all germs.
DENY. DEFEND. DEPOSE.
ART WILL ALWAYS BE FOR THE WORKING CLASS.
full throttle (till you see god)
“I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come!". I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.”
Kate Hayes. Conquest incarnate. The first Horseman.
I drew this in like September and forgor to ever post it oopsies. Messy goth Kate hit me up
Fresh off the press news!!!! Mudd commissions are officially open!!!!!!
All info stuff is in my carrd in the commissions page!
"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."
Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)
New edit who cheered
Esoteric doomed interpersonal relationships and so on core :-P
downloaded the wrong buckshot roulette
Btw I make edits too I just made this lol sorry for white screen jumpscare
Jumping in joy and glee and so on and so forth etc etc
kiss kiss fall in love........???
heyyyheyheyhey