COMMlSSlONS ARE BACK!!! 💫

I’m reopening commissions! There’s 4 total slots so be sure to get ones before they’re filled!!! Thanks for reading, please share!!

COMMISSION ORDER FORM

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

vices

KIM HOW ARE YOU SO COOL

[ watch my shattered edges glisten ]

"Mother, help me, there's a head attached to my neck and I'm in it."

The older you get the more you will realize that your friends are people who have made mistakes and bad decisions and even just fucked up and hurt people.

And obviously your boundaries with your friends are completely up to you but you do need to recognize that if you cut off everyone who has done something wrong, you’re going to end up with no friends (and you yourself will have also fucked up in your life, and not lived up to those impossible standards either).

I’ve found it’s much more constructive to learn how to say “hey dude, that was massively fucked up of you,” because most people are really willing to say “yeah, it was, I need to work on it/not do it again/apologize and make things right” ESPECIALLY if they are hearing it from you as their friend.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for another person is to tell them that they’ve done something wrong, help them fix it, and stay their friend because it’s what we would want from them if we did something wrong.

Happy Thneedmas, @bethanygabrielleart !!! I really hope you like it. I really thought she was super cute and it was fun drawing her!

very experimental new year’s art

TRUFFULA FLU CHARACTER BIO

If you're interested in characters who are active in the present Truffula Flu universe, you're in luck!

I've spent a lot of time writing an in-depth summary of my Once-ler, Som, to give people who aren't in the main discord a better understanding of who he is. It's also a good opportunity to shed some light on the AU's progression, because it's past run and inactive characters tend to overshadow the talented people who are participating in it right now!

You're not alone

whats the problem i don’t know well maybe i’m in LOVE! 💖💞 – (twitter) – (insta)

Oh my god i was just thinking I’ve never seen sincere shrek fanart and this showed up and its honestly lovely !!!

plant your anger in the garden.

I dug holes, when I was little. the kids were building sand castles–I dug holes. let’s joke–let’s say I was digging my own grave. whatever; i was fascinated with hiding in the dark, the same way I was fascinated with standing in the wind.

but–I don’t know. I was a sad, angry child. I destroyed before I could create. I jumped off cliffs trying to fly, and I dropped like a stone, like a stone, every time. I’m a sick little bird; I barely made it out of fledglinghood. the growing pains leave aches and hollow spots in my chest I’m still trying to fill out.

so I’m sick–who isn’t?

there was a garden, in my head, full of rot and weeds. laced in poison thorns. nothing good could grow, I was never taught how to love right. I thought maybe I couldn’t. maybe I’d only ever hurt–hurt people, hurt inside, hurt. I wanted to abandon the garden to nature. let the buttercups spread. or–I wanted to tear it all out of the soil, dry and dead. nothing would grow, nothing would grow. I didn’t take care of myself.

today, the little pink blossoms spread their little faces, smiling at me. I push my fingers into the dirt, and dig a new hole.

plant your grief in the garden. tend to it. your soil must be nutrient rich with hope, and nervous anticipation. what blooms next year will be soft, and sweet, but only if you find all your hurt and kiss your own wounds. no one kissed mine.

plant your grief in the garden. spring is coming soon.

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