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17 year old idiot with no social life. I also have the AUTISM SWAG. BOYS LOVE MY AUTISM SWAG (not)
I have consumed one pure leaf tea almost every day since like 2020. Don’t ask why.
I draw almost exclsuively OCs. I’m primarily active on TH; posts here are sporadic.
Self dx do not interact. 3D model shown in PFP and pagedoll by kaitofreak on TH
Hezekiah and the quest for the whelps: FRICKGLISH ASSIGNMENT 2 electric boogalooAs Hezekiah walked through the wrecked gates of the old Six Flags park in New Orleans, he could smell the musty scent of water-damaged metal, swampy wreckage that could be seen everywhere the eye could witness. Walking into this long-abandoned property, he thought of why his leader sent him here to search for the lost children of the recently-deceased Upsilon family- the “whelps” as the rest of the Cat-Fish Society had called them. Their names were Celestia, Petal and Pystal. They were very small children who didn’t talk much and very much preferred to play with their stuffed dragons than talk to anyone… They had no interest in the great Cat-Fish Society. The Upsilons had taken them in from an adoption agency at their birth some two or three years before they went missing, and their parents loved them so- But unfortunately, when the Upsilon couple died in that storm the week before, The whelps were nowhere to be found. Perhaps they ran away here…Hezekiah continued to tread past the starting point of the rust-scented, long deserted amusement park. Soon, the beat up coasters he had seen at a distance were closer- and something seemed strange about his surroundings. While the rides seemed extremely rusty, there were objects scattered around the park that were rather new. Particularly a bunch of plastic pony princesses, shimmering in the sunlight typical of New Orleans. He cringed, tensing up and walking around the park to observe the rest of the its damage, but before he could get very far, he was tackled to the ground. In front of him now was a raven-haired, rough-looking lady with the shape of a gibbous moon in the center of her face, staring directly into his albino irises.“Who in the living soul of Yeepster June are you, and why are you here?” The lady screamed in Hezekiah’s face as he started to cry. He couldn’t respond back. “I said, who are you, and why are you here?” The lady yelled again, spooking Hezekiah into submission. “H-H-Hezekiah,” he stuttered, tears still sliding down his face. “Okay, and why are you here, Hezekiah?” The lady growled, pinning the already stunned Hezekiah into the damaged concrete, causing him to whine in pain. “The whelps…” he stated as he whimpered. “The Upsilon children…”The lady unpinned him. “I don’t know no whelps,” she stated as her razor-sharp gold leaf nails glistened in the unresisting sunlight. He got up, dusting off the back of his red T-shirt, and walked off in another direction before being stopped by the lunar lady walking in front of him, continuing to stare directly at his crimson eyeballs. “But I’ll let you stay here for a night or two, I don’t really care,” she said, “So long as you get out of here within forty-eight hours.” She then let Hezekiah truly move after minutes of intense conflict.Hezekiah spent the rest of that day searching through the park, looking for any sign of the whelps. But unfortunately for him, all the poor man could find was sparkling pony toys, covered in weird satin outfits, seemingly arranged in what was, most likely, a former straight line. By nightfall, he had become exhausted, having no other choice but to sleep on the messed up concrete, with no cushions or mattresses to keep him comfortable- Just his tired body, the T-shirt, and cargo shorts he’d worn to this abandoned amusement park. But before he could get any amount of sweet, sweet Zs, He heard cries. Familiar ones, too.So he ran in the direction of the cries, sparkling pony princess toys increasing in number as he traveled, and soon he encountered a pile of torn-up roller coaster parts. So he lifted up the parts, which were a little heavy, but at least liftable, and there he saw exactly what he’d been searching for the entire day. The Upsilon’s three lost children, holding their stuffed dragons. The whelps.As soon as the Whelps could see Hezekiah, they ran up to him and initiated a group hug. “Daddy?” One of them said, probably Pystal, clinging onto the cargo shorts of Hezekiah. “I’m hungry,” another one of the whelps stated as she started to tightly grasp Hezekiah’s right leg. “I’m not your dad, but I’m one of his friends,” Hezzekiah stated nervously, trying to calm the newly rescued whelps down. “I’ve come to take you back to the Cat-Fish Society.” The whelps became giddy, bouncing around next to Hezekiah’s legs. “Yay! We’re going back to mama and daddy’s friend house!” the only one who hadn’t spoken yet yelled.So, Hezekiah scooped up the whelps with their stuffed dragons, and decided to head back the way he came into this abandoned amusement park, but not before they became distracted by the shimmering, horse-shaped pieces of plastic that surrounded them. Hezekiah tried to stop the children from getting distracted, but before he could get them to stop, the dark-haired, golden-nailed lady was back, and she did not look happy.“What the actual Skyper Lonk are you doing with my PONY PRINCESSES?” yelled the lady as she crouched in a pose reminiscent of one you would see in a spy movie during a stealth operation scene. “And what are you doing with the kids whose noises have lulled me to SLEEP at night?” Hezekiah whimpered. “These are the whelps. I need to take them home,” he uttered while heading backward, pulling on the whelps’ hoodies to get them closer to safety. “Well, they aren’t YOUR whelps!” screamed the lady, now breathing heavily. “They aren’t even PUPPIES!” She then paused for a brief moment. “Prepare to die, fool.” So Hezekiah ran up the nearest rollercoaster, the whelps following him running fast away from the lady, her hazel orbs glowing with pure rage as she chased the poor, cowardly Hezekiah up and down the loops of the old Invertatron. It took ages to get up and around the loops and other inversions of the coaster, but Hezekiah and the Whelps stayed ahead of the lady by at least ten feet throughout all of this… Until they reached a wrecked part of the coaster. A dead end.Soon, the lady had them cornered. About to fall, about to die some of the grisliest deaths people could die. Falling hundreds of feet off the hill of a rollercoaster. But before Hezekiah and the three innocent children of the Upsilons, The lady lost her footing, and she fell.She fell hundreds of feet, screaming. “CURSE YOU, HEZEKIAH!” she screeched as she fell, eventually making it to the ground, and her sparkly doom of falling onto plastic pony princesses. Behind where she was was the great leader of the Cat-Fish Society. Hezekiah’s beloved leader. “Great job, Hezekiah,” said the leader, holding his arms crossed. He then outstretched one of his arms. “Come. I will take you and the Whelps back to the society.”Hours after the incident, The leader stood with Hezekiah on the stage of the Cat-Fish Society’s headquarters. The whelps stood right near them, sleeping with their dragons and a few pony toys they fetched from the ground at the abandoned Six Flags. “We have finally found the Upsilon children, but to truly keep them safe, as their parents have sadly died, they need new parentage,” the leader announced as he gripped a microphone with force. “And I feel there is only one person who can do that job,” he continued, taking a deep breath before turning to Hezekiah. “Hezekiah, you are these whelps’ father now. They have shown they are more attached to you than anyone else here, so you will be the one to nurse them. Hezekiah stood there a bit shocked, but he went ahead and grabbed the mic anyway. “I am honored to be the caretaker of these children,” he stated. “I hope I can take care of them as greatly as possible.”Creative Farding Project Part LXIX/IDKThe subway stopped at the intersection of 69th and 42nd. The only man on the subway was a short, boring man, staring at his phone as he waited for the Subway to reach its final destination: Susy Grove. No one else was really planning on hopping on the subway at 3 AM, so the man was just riding smoothly… Until another man hopped onto the subway. The man had no idea what this other man was doing on the subway. He seemed… strange. That would prove itself when the other man, this stranger on the subway, scooched over towards the man, with his catlike ears twitching… wait, why was there a CATBOY in the real world anyway? “Good morning, fellow Fardican,” the stranger said as he receded into gremlin pose and smirked. “I am Y.O.U.R M.O.M.” The man sat there confused. This man was WAY too young to be his mother. “Ah, I was just joking,” the stranger stated after an awkward period of Silence as the man exhaled. “Wanna see a beautiful performance?” the stranger asked the man as he returned to a normal standing position. The man nodded as he put his phone in his back pocket, seemingly unaware of what would happen. So, the stranger started his performance. It was beautifully scatological and awkward, full of poop jokes and random humor. “E” was stated ten times- “Fart” was stated 20. The man stood there stunned. “What the heck?” he thought to himself, grabbing his phone back from his pocket. Soon, the subway stopped at 75th and 85th. The stranger grabbed onto the man’s hand, trying to drag him out of the subway to hang out with him. The man pushed away so he could remain on the subway and make it to Susy Grove like he wished: There was nothing he needed near 75th or 85th. Soon, the subway doors closed as the stranger left. “Why do I even exist?” The man thought as the subway continued traversing to Susy Grove.gifYet another creative writing assignmentIt was the strangest thing I have ever seen, with tubes and wires. Not even in the rest of this place I had known for the last five years as Experiment 7G, the one specifically built to cause structures to crash and burn, I hadn’t seen anything as weird as this. Through those tubes flowed teal, murky water, and through the main chamber of this thing I could see the silhouette of a trapped experiment, probably a 2 or 3-year-old child since it was too large to be a developing fetus, along with colorful rainbow fish. I took out the card I had snuck from one of the weird, furry creatures that ran this place and put it into a slot in the machine, seeing if anything would react, since this card had allowed me to go anywhere I wanted for some time. As soon as I planted the card into the slot, the chamber opened, water drained, and as it was draining, showed me a young boy with strangely colored hair, wearing practically nothing except for a pair of deep gray shorts that were thankfully the only thing keeping the child from being buck naked. The boy walked out of the chamber door and hugged me. “Are you my mommy?” He asked, looking at me with his odd heterochromic eyes and breathing as if he’d just been rescued from certain asphyxiation. “I don’t know,” I replied back to him, eyes drooping. “Who even are you?” The boy piped up again. “Experiment 4Q?” he mentioned, seemingly as if that was the only name he had ever known. I picked him up. “What did they do to you?” I asked this boy, now pressed against my standard experiment clothing. “I don’t know,” he responded. “They certainly did something to you if you think I’m your mommy,” I said back to the child as I grabbed some nearby experiment duds, putting them onto his starved-looking body. Then I thought of my escape plans I’d been plotting for years. Ever since my teenage self was abducted by men in yellow hazmat suits, I’d been plotting to escape this hell-hole. I finally had the opportunity to now, but I felt I shouldn’t be selfish, either. This boy should be able to have a normal life. Everyone trapped in this facility should. “I should take you with me,” I said to him right before rushing out of the room with the strange machine, ducking left towards the exit sign with him slung onto my back, smiling. Before I knew it, there was a crowd of furry creatures, armed with the newest ETODD weapons, to the front of me. “You’re not going anywhere, 7G,” one growled at me before shooting a plasma ball in my direction. Soon, there were hundreds of plasma balls heading right for me and this boy. I dodged every single one of them, ducking and turning every second or so, before I outstretched my hand and blazing blue fire blasted the poor fluffy science twerps far away from my view. I continued running, heading straight for the exit sign. Soon, there were more creatures with large matches in their hands, running straight for me. I jumped right over them as they tried to use the matches to set fire to my body, not knowing I was immune to it. Next, I encountered a hall of doors, and opened them all with the card I stole. But soon enough, just as the experiments in those rooms escaped from their prisons, we were surrounded by more furry creatures… Except this time, they had backup. The ones in the back were armed not just with ETODD plasma launchers, but with actual guns. I started shooting fire everywhere as I slowly began to be unable to perceive sounds as well due to the rain of gunshots, coming from the back of the lineup of furry creatures, being captured by an experiment behind me with the ability of superspeed as the rest of the experiments went all in for the attack. It was pure chaos. The child was crying. “Mommy, I don’t wanna die!” he yelled loudly as he still clung to my back, breathing heavily. Everything after that was a blur. I remember shooting pillars of fire. I remember the rest of the experiments brutally slaughtering some of the furry creatures with sharp teeth, memory-erasing gazes, toxic spit. Soon, all of the creatures that had tormented us for years were a burned pulp on the ground, nothing more than ash and atoms. Everyone left the laboratory, walking out to start new lives in the regular world: a warm, bright paradise at this point. I walked into a nearby town with the boy shortly after that, with him clinging to my hand: shaken, but alive and mostly unharmed. Soon, a person noticed us. “Are you two okay?”The Skydads and the Snake CentaursIt was imminent- The Skydad menaces were arriving on the lands belonging to the clan of the Snake Centaurs. They were prepared to unanimously make the conversion of the Snake Centaurs to their god system mandatory as they had premeditated for years. They were going to strike. So, the Skydads hopped on the shores of the Snake Centaur island, capturing prisoners and running fast toward their government buildings, massacring hundreds along the way. They then entered one of the buildings, and there, they saw many writhing Snake Centaurs on the ground, slithering and deliberating about something. Not knowing Snake Centaur, they went on their way to the center of the government building, only stunning the natives they found, until they found a triangle at the center. Inside of this triangle was a massive Snake centaur, staring at the Skydads with eyes of fire. They pointed guns at it. “We demand you citizens abstain from your practices of belief and adhere to the dreams of our holy Skyper Lonk,” they said, “Or we will end you.” The triangle busted open as the large snake centaur approached the Skydads and smacked the guns out of their strange, birdlike hands… or were they feet? Then, the centaur summoned Thunder. Lightning. Things nothing could control. And then, a godly figure descended from above the roof onto the back of fifteen Skydads. “You have severely disappointed your Yeepster June,” the godly figure stated. “Should my summoning show that your belief in Skyper Lonk has been refuted by Queen Sssssssssss here?” Yeepster June continued, staring at the Skydads. “I am the ONLY god.” “You have done many horrific things. This might just be the last horrible thing onto your conscience before death,” Yeepster June finished. Then, it consumed the Skydads before floating back through the room. Queen Sssssssssss smiled, and thought about how to deal with the massacre that just occurred.