How I Feel When My Whole Identity Is Crumbling And I Desperately Try To Make Friends In An Attempt To

PART TWO: THE END

realised i didn't post this here sooo

teto struggling over fucky teammates who keep catching bullets. honestly same very relatable

the idea of art programs having fps counter tickles a certain part of my brain

i know that its 29th jan but i just wanted to make this joke.... Mari Christmas YOOOHOHOYOYOHOYOYOOHGOTOGOOHTODOKTJSJAJRJFIKANAKDidek at this point

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! posting a short wholesome oneshot from a secret santa (that isnt christmas themed but it is around music so this album cover mari art fits LMAO)  i wasnt gonna post originally but its short and sweet so why not!!!

i have to stop thinking this night or else ill end up running back and forth between my bed and my phone because i have a feeling that this fookin blog is going to become my 2am/shower thoughts dump

“ I’ll take care of it “

doodle of anya bc im bored yet i needed to take a break from doing all the lineart from the collab atm

its time to fuckin revive this block guhdamnit

im 2 days late because i thought it was the start of november and not.... november 12th so i rushed out a pic (i think it turned out alright considering i rarely draw more than two people)

polaroid shitpost under cut

Some fnaf arts i made!

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