*Wears A Shirt That Says Sassy But The S And Y Is Taped Over With White Tape So It Says "Ass"*

Hi! I painted Jschlatt! Now give me clout. 🔫

Jokes aside, I spent about 20 hours on this, and it’s the most fun I’ve had on a painting yet.

Not traced or an edit. Please don’t repost. Reblogs appreciated!!! 🤍

I dont know about you but i think that if you gave a peice of sour candy to a 14th century peasant they would just shrivel up like a frozen pea

The mushroom creatures of artist Collette Xavier

stop everything, this is bitty doing research for his thesis

there's more lmao, unhinged bitty energy

LazyPurple and P.M. seymour have the same aura

Turns out I am alergic to blood, guess im vampire proof

Jesus Christ is an amazing YouTuber and desperately needs your help.

His ex-wife who is in a cult is trying to take away his parental rights. He JC has run out of money in his lawyer’s retainer and needs some help in order to keep the court case going.

PLEASE HELP HIM

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It's called Ohio

God I wish there was a wasteland I could banish people to.

Cambell corn soup

"Look into my mouth" I say, my cold eyes staring into the depths of your soul.

You turn towards me and relucantly watch as i open my gaping jaw.

You don't notice it at first but suddenly you smell the foul oder.

"I havent brushed in two days"

A large grin on my face, my teeth all brown and mushy.

You watch in terror as my teeth slowly slide out of my mouth and into yours.

"Nothing shall go to waste" I whisper

You close your eyes because you dont want to see the scene unfolding in front of you.

Suddenly you feel a soft sensation on your tounge and a sweet taste fills your mouth.

"Corn" you wisper, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel your teeth being pushed out, and replaced by something that can only be described as hard corn cernels.

You are now fully ugly crying. The only sounds are your cries, echoing in the empty starbucks bathroom.

Your eyes, being consumed by crawling corn cernels. All you see is corn, slowly replacing every part of what was once you.

You have lost all your senses, except touch and taste.

You feel as though a metal rind is being placed between you and freedom.

You feel as though you are being picked up...

"Mmm, cambell corn soup. My favorite." You hear, as a giant figure, resembling a grandmother apears in your mind.

You feel their grip upon you...

You are cambell corn soup.

You are corn.

Nothing shall go to waste.