Half-baked Helluva Boss Oc And Little Pocket Imp

Crying today because I can't find a space themed poem and I can't remember any part of it except that it said that God was silence or something and it literally made me change my perspective on life for a few seconds 😔

Redrawing Hex Project creatures! They're really cool, so I'd like to draw them in a bit more detail, and practice drawing.

A undertake OC I made, basically just a psycho toddler who sat in the corner at preschool all day and always monopolized the snacks they got from home

I think kids on elementary school should be allowed to go home whenever they want because when I was younger in this small charter school I remember being outside and eating onion grass and making mud pies then suddenly looking out past the chain link fence and feeling trapped. I heard the bees and the sparrows and the kids playing, and my head buzzed harder and my mind chirped louder and it was awful. I went to my lovely teacher who I thought could be my mom and told her with tears in my eyes that I needed to go home and she told me caringly that I couldn't, the day was only half over and I don't think I've ever liked school since that moment.

I think about Mary a lot. I think about how she was given a gift from God to birth Jesus. I think about how she was pure, untouched, and praised for her chastity.

And I think about her thoughts. I think about what she felt when she learned she was to give birth. Did she think that she was lucky to be given such a gift, to be able to produce a child from God?

Did she feel dejected, that her purity was rewarded with the same result as impurity, only without the pleasure or love?

Did she feel scared, that a 15 year old such as herself would be a bad mother?

Was she horrified, that her pure body was being invaded by a child she didn't want? A child that told others that she was no longer pure?

Did she feel sick, that her god would punish her with the pains of progeny without having even fully developed, and now she would never be pure again?

Was she miserable, sad that the only way she would be viewed is as a virgin? As a woman who has never felt the love of another? Only a product of what others saw as a good woman?

Did you have a life, wants, and dreams? Did you love someone? Did you hate anyone? Were you ever a person? Did you exist simply as a story? Sweet Mary, are you satisfied with the title of a Virgin, a Mother, and a Christain?

Off he goes...

Why do I always spend days making an oc only to giggle about them in mind fantasies

On another note my fucking Luigi screen friend keeps falling from deadly heights and I have to keep catching him

Why can't I just be a royal dueling a peasant who sold themselves for a place in the guard so they could pay for their mothers illness, raising my sword beneath the bruised ans dirtied peasants chin and telling him to leave and go back to his shack as he grins pathetically and makes some flirty quip with an underlying sad but determined message?

Just saying that if furries were a real species all the anti furries would be racists