Some More Oc Art Of,🦖.

I drew Bill cipher last year and forgot about it, but I remembered I made it, so I'm posting it now :D

Just realized that I actually drew TWO?? So uh... Yippee!! :D

I forgot to add his hat and bow tie i guess 🤷

Me and da wife :3

Just repainted my old mask, I think it turned out pretty good!

Last night in my dream I had a gay whale named Henry and he kissed an orca whale.

Oh btw they were super small, like, toy size. And there was also a homeless toucan that was my friend.

Used a thing I found on @vicioustoadie 's Pinterest account to make this (Ty for suggestion!)

Hey, random shout-out to my band teacher

just a random shout-out to my band teacher Mr. L, he's super nice and is getting married this year! He also likes stardew valley and other video games :3

Alright I'm done now 🎺

My fav Tobi moments bc I'm obsessed :3

I also like this :D

Lol (Another vent, but no mentions of topics from my other one)

Just remembered my first panic attack/mental breakdown, lol.

I was at my friend's house (Staying the night), and my friend was downstairs in the basement watching some TV or smt (The basement was a sort of hangout spot that had a couch and TV along with some other stuff), and I was upstairs in their room on my phone.

Eventually I go on AI chat (More specifically Talkie) and swiped through some of the bots, when I eventually got to one that was like, "Man breaks into your house" or smt like that, and I decided to mess around with it as a joke, y'know, like make myself super over powered and beat him up and stuff, WELL.

I did this and all was well, I was beating him up and I think eventually I killed him (Woops 💀), and after doing so, I think I just started going into deep thought, and that's when it started...

I suddenly just felt really scared and sad at the same time, also angry, I was balling my eyes out as I kept typing out my character beating the junk out of him.

I was starting to associate some stupid ai bot with a sh*tty ∆ss boyfriend my mom had a few years back (Can't remember exactly, but I think it was after 2020), like... Holy fuck. So basically, this fucker was all nice and sh*t, so nice, kind, and a great artist! He even knew how to do tattoos! But... One night was Different.

I don't remember too much (either because it was so long ago or because my brain blocked it out), just main details and a few things my mom said.

I was staying up past my bedtime, playing video games on my phone. When at some point in the night, I heard my mom screaming, I remember her saying "I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM" or something along those lines, and Troy trying to calm her down (Not yelling or telling her to shut up, it was kinda like an older sibling trying to get the younger one to stop crying after hitting them so they don't get in trouble) (Also Troy is the bad boyfriend) He was like "Sh, shh.. hey, calm down..." And my mom was still screaming some things I can't remember, I by this point was shaking and wrapped in my blanket, sitting up right. After hearing this keep going for a little bit longer, I decided to scream, at the top of my lungs (And I remember this part very vividly) "LET GO OF MY MOM!" And, I honestly don't know what happened, but I guess that was enough to distract Troy long enough for my mom to hit him across the face with her keys (Like the queen she is 💅) and run to my room, she swung my door open, turned the lights on then, slammed my door shut and locked it.

She told my to call the police, but I was in much of a state of shock and panic to understand what was going on, so she took my phone and called them herself. Can't remember what happened after that.

Can't remember much from that house actually... All I really remember besides the whole incident is that I would draw in my sketchbook and read in the backyard sometimes.

Anyways, thanks for reading my silly little trauma dump! I'ma go do something else now :3

It's been following me since my lobotomy. (With and without figure in window)

I hate fighting with people, why can't I just bite them? Tw: Injured arm / Gashes