Ms. Cosine

Tom Cardy was my favorite artist before I knew about Chonny, so finding out this exists fires up my neurons in a way I can not describe

cruel world

happy 1 year anniversary to ain't no rest for the wicked!

as a bonus here's a comic that I was too lazy to finish (smokin' joe design in the first panel taken specifically from this amazing official art by the wonderful galoo!)

(I'm sure you could guess what the og second page was gonna be lmao)

Sam is a madman slowly making these people go insane.. and you're making a gif of it *smh* 😔 /j

Everybody do the wenis!

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Jashtober day 7: Moss

 I look upon this world and I see beauty. It is finite and it is easily defiled, but it is beautiful. A set of random events caused one single-celled organism to evolve and split into a system of complex webs and ecosystems. Each animal, plant, and bacteria rely on each other to prevent their lives from falling into entropy. I was formed from the cosmos. Perhaps from a dying star or a collapsing blackhole. Maybe even the big bang. Whatever it was has long ago left my memory. I’ve seen every dwarf planet and neutron star, but this– this is amazing. I learn of the humans’ fascination with space and find myself confused. They talk about space's vastness compared to the earth’s tiny nature in the grand scheme. I reply: the desert is large and the oasis small, but that doesn’t make the oasis any less brilliant. The simple and elegant greens and blues that twist and entwine. The water and greenery bring life to everything around it and in return the animals bring their own life to sustain the greenery . Much more interesting than the grains of sand we call the universe. As strange as the humans’ ideas may be, I can not help but find peace and familiarity within the little creatures. They’re like microcosms of myself. Loving and hateful. Hopeful and nihilistic. Elated and bored. A being of gorgeous inspiration and disgusting shame. They see the same love in nature as I do. Well, some of them do. They might even be better than myself. They've created things I wish I could claim to be of my hands. Noises into music, shapes into art, and symbols into writing. I’ve collected as much of it into myself as I can and it’s wonderful. To be human is to be everything that is the oasis, right on the cusp of finding the mysteries in the desert. I suppose I would be those mysteries. I hope they never find me or any other of those mysteries. I am not grand, not as grand as the moss that grows on the trees. Not as grand as the fungi sprouting from the dew. Not as grand as flowers that sprout despite a prison of concrete. Not as grand as mammals that manage in the water. Not as grand horrors that creak in the darkness. Not as grand as the animals that once ruled, forever entrapped in rock. Not as grand as burrows that keep warm during the cold months. Not as grand as the web perfectly crafted by a spider. Not as grand as each painting, ballad, and sonnet I intake. Not as grand as this oasis. Perhaps I shall learn from the humans and start a journal. First entry: legend of the moss.

Jashtober day 5: Angel

What have I done? I shot at him. I had to. His assessments. His methods. The vile trite he spews, then turns around and acts like it’s wisdom. He claims he will pull us into the light ,yet I see where this path leads in the end. Either the body dies from the soul’s exhaustion or the soul dies in order to keep the body going. Leaving an empty cadaver with only computer parts left inside to keep its joints from rusting and its eyes still blinking. I’d been practicing for weeks. First I attempted echolocation (I got surprisingly good, but not shooting a gun accurately, good). Then I tried shooting a dummy point blank (I realized after a few days of testing that method, mind would totally just smack it out of my hand). So I finally decided on just shooting it in the general direction of his voice. It did not work. So I’m stuck in this hole. Mind despises me more than ever and I’ve lost soul’s trust. What have I done? 

Jashtober day 12: Haiku

I like Chonny Jash

Both covers and originals 

Haikus are easy

Ooh! I wanna poke Mind!

The game continues! Here's your result:

Uh oh, we've got our first true low roll - and it's a bit spooky for today's occasion 🎃

The instrumentals spooked me so hard when I woke up randomly in the middle of the night. I do like the instrumentals, though, because I use them to fall asleep. Also, a date or dates, I guess. Either way, I'm curious what Chonny's got cooking.

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

Cowards, think of the gaming channel /j

He kept talking about selling out in the QnA a year ago so-

Pros:

• Gaming channel

• CCCC Simmish cover

Cons:

• Less songs

• Probably worse songs

I've been re-listening to "not perfect," and it's literally so good. I don't know how to properly express it. Like this song feels so deeply personal yet relatable. I might have a new favorite Chonny song after remembering this absolute gem