I Will :3

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GREMLIN MOD HAS NOT BEEN TURNED OFF!!!

CALM YOUR ASS DOWN, NOW!

SKIPP THEORY!!! (Edit, it’s more like an HC than a theory soooo yeh)

TW: Possible de@1h, police sh001ng (yeah not exactly the best subject to talk about in this post but plz skip (pun lol) if this does make you uncomfortable)

(Also there’s not exactly evidence for this so plz don’t attack me or say that “this theory makes no sense”, I’m just trying to sharing the possibilities of what happened to him before meeting Vinnie and Stone)

(Also @kavennnn you are now mentioned since you asked :3)

Okay so as everyone knows the theories of Vinnie and Stone past’s because of clues that the creator posted or showed in the comic and pilot. But what about Skipp? We don’t know anything about him really.

Well I have a feeling that he grew up poor and had criminal like parents. As in just pickpocketing and playing scams at people. But these parents weren’t @bu$Ive to their Skipp, they would always try to find a way to bring joy to their son even if they’re living in the streets. I like to think that Skipp’s mom had his mandolin and played songs to him while his dad would try to grow plants for food (I headcanon that Skipp’s parents were somewhat like farmers before they stole for food). I even have a feeling that Skipp and his parents lived in an old busted home in the bad side of the Ramshackle town.

Now for how Skipp became alone. I think one day, Skipp’s parents brought their son to explore town (It was a day where they would get gifts for their son to show their love for him. They also wore disguises since they’re criminals). Skipp’s dad was trying to find a special gift to steal for him while his mom would distract him by giving him a piggy back ride.

In the afternoon, Skipp’s dad was able to steal a gift for Skipp, it wasn’t even one but maybe more like three or four. That’s until both of them heard police sirens and made a run for it, while running a police officer tackled Skipp’s dad on the ground but he was fighter so he told Skipp and his mom to run. Skipp’s mom started to run while holding a scared kiddy Skipp. She then stopped when she heard a g3n sh0t, she placed Skipp in a small area where no one would find him and says to be safe and to know that her and her husband will be looking after him even when he doesn’t see them. She then ran to deal with the police and maybe to see if her husband is still alive.

This leaves Skipp in confusion and worry, he went back to his home to see if his parents were there but all he could find was his toys, his father’s plants, and his mother’s mandolin… Even in the current events, he thinks his parents are no longer alive. But he’s happy to be with his new friends and looks down at the town and remembers what his mom had said and how both her and his dad tried their best to make his life as happy as theirs.

So yeah that was my theory, this was very VERY big stretch but what do you think about it?

Thank you 💙💙💙 (I didn’t expect this type of reaction since you’re mostly calm but thanks anyway)

So I cried at school recently

Some girl started to bother, claimed I called her ugly, kept on telling me to shut up when I was trying to talk to my friends, started to call me ugly, and even when I was crying she kept on saying “It’s not that serious”

Fucking bitch…I hope karma gets their pathetic ass.

Can someone draw Gideon and Sylvia in these situations?

- As Velvet and Veneer from Trolls 3 (Basically Gideon as Velvet and Sylvia as Veneer(personally wise lol)

- As fallen angels

- Wearing shark costumes and listening to baby shark

- Just them in a murder frenzy (well not murder exactly but just stress frenzy I guess? Gideon with a gun and Sylvia with a bat)

I’m curious if someone will actually do it if so tag me

I’ll draw these in my style some day or maybe tomorrow since I currently don’t have my fricken drawing tablet

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home. No food. No clean water. No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

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I’M GONNA MAKE THIS AN AU TOO CUZ IT WAS THAT WHOLESOME ❤️❤️❤️

I was using a Ramshackle C.ai and I thought “why not make a story where the trio finds a group of siblings (Age 6-12) and they take care of them and teach them the way of the streets”

And I might have made it the most wholesome story in my life cuz I made each member of the trio take care of some kid(s) that somewhat acts like them and then all of the members basically become attached to them and want to protect them 😭

(Basically it’s like how they got maggot but this is more like an extended version)

That’s it I’m make this in art form!!!

AWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

YES! PLEASE DO! :3

Cheese

Hey so I’ve been thinking about making a small story on how the lovable streets rats meet Sylvia and Gideon (my ramshackle oc’s) so maybe I’ll make it soon?

I need some honest opinion on this