i’m workin’ on it hold on

1. Fandoms

I am currently in:

Hazbin Hotel (series)

OMORI (video game)

Look Outside (video game)

Undertale/Deltarune (video games)

2. Stuff

This is where I will compile AU’s and other related stuff which i really like drawing.

MiniVox (credits to @lolarocksmith )

3. Writing

This is where I will put things i write! Small blurbs will be included to feed curiosity.

TIMEOUT AU (Hazbin Hotel AU)

We know LUCIFER wasn't able to HARM the sinners of hell.

But what if he could just... transform them? No harm done there!

(( Instead of trying (and failing) to punch Vox, what if he just turned him into a kid? ))

NOTE: Vox's PHYSICAL FORM would be approximately 8 years old

Freaky Faraway Friday (FFFRIDAY) [discontinued]

A body swap fan-fiction about Kel and Hero.

Universal Remote (discontinued)

At Show and Tell, Sir Pentious shows off his newest invention, the Universal Remote. It can control ANY television within its reach, regardless of branding!

And guess who wants to use the remote on a certain, rectangular, pain-in-the-ass?

ABOUT ME

Okay, i genuinely love bodyswaps and transformations and stuff like that. which is why you will see me just yapping on and on about the concepts

uhhhhh

i like

orange

colour

Vox, Hero, Lyle, Blue, Vaggi my beloveds <3

I hate how common hate has gotten. It’s so stupid how mainstream only shows you the negative things.

And when the positive comes, it's only to benefit their own group.

Humans aren't inherently evil.

We aren't born to hate.

We are born.

We live.

And learn from the adults, eventually our peers.

All about the 'wow factor'.

All about the attention.

All about whether you're a winner or a failure.

Because, apparently, if you're not winning you're a failure, and if you fail, you keep failing. There’s no getting better.

I don't believe that.

Because if there's nothing major left to win, they shove the others down to boost them up.

They take from others and build themselves up.

Higher and higher.

More and more.

Bigger is better.

More, more, more.

We lose sight of what's on the ground floor the things that ACTUALLY matter. The little animals, way way down on the ground below them—the little bugs.

Millions of them.

Except, they're not really bugs,

They’re people—human beings, just like the ones up on those podiums; like the ones fighting like the true animals to build their image and ego. Except they can't see that.

for they are too high up.

Everything looks smaller when you're far away.

It looks almost insignificant.

But down on the ground, there's so much more to see.

The individual lives of each and every one of those little dots. The way they move around life.

If you follow an ant for long enough, you grow attached to it.

And there are thousands of other ants.

The number is lost from so high above.

And, one day, the humans high above will someday surpass the atmosphere. And when they look down at their little blue planet, they would see it for what it's worth.

But by then, they have gone too far. And they perish. Unable to tell the others what they've realised.

And so more will follow their tracks. doomed to repeat the cycle of climbing and dying.

their towers crumble, ending the life of that little ant down below.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

And another little ant.

Then, that's ten.

And another ant.

Eleven.