It's National Feddy Day, you must all run away

Hey everyone, I'm still dead! I have a question for you guys though. Knowing very little about the apocryphaetic world, knowing forests are really dangerous places to start with, and equipped with nothing but a camera, a flashlight and Chips Ahoy, would you venture into a scottish forest? Would you dare step in the lair of a jabberwock? Do you disrespect the fey that much?

Thoughts and opinions on the aesthetic change? I'm keepin' it.

A question for the boys, girls, and things that follow me for the stuff I draw: would you rather see more digital or traditional posts coming from me? In one hand, digital posts take time to make and sometimes I can make some really cool stuff there. On the other, traditional gives me more liberty and I feel like I actually improve.

I'm listening. Tell me what you think.

who here simping for this fatass bitch

AMA or whatever

I 'm working on a piece and I made the canvas so fucking big oh my god

yeah I guess this is a wip

I wanna fill the whole thing with critters

This.

This is the badge I have, and these are my stats.

Notice how I have more saves than blams.

That's a fucking lie.

I downvote 80% of all things I open on the Portal, and still, those things never end up getting blammed. The things I upvote, though? I never get to see them again!

Now, do you know what makes me want to rip my skin out? What makes me want to open that cock sucking asshole Portal up and give 0 stars to everything? Do you know what spikes my fucking nerves?? When the things I downvote end up GETTING FRONTPAGED.

HERE'S A GOOD EXAMPLE. For those that haven't opened this piece of shit yet: it's a half-minute long trailer for something that ISN'T EVEN ON NEWGROUNDS! THE EPITOME OF SHAMELESS ADVERTISEMENT AND SELFISH CONTENT CREATION.

I am never, ever again going to open the portal. My vote doesn't matter, so why FUCKING BOTHER?! For my sanity's sake, I'm never going to view anything that's under judgement.

Everyone can just fuck off.

O, Prince of the Underworld, we finally meet an age of salvation, for your birth has freed us from our despair: once again shall we, the Knights of Baphomet, plow the Earth. Blessed by our blood, you are, O, Prince.

This is so dumb... Well, you know what they say. Don't kill the part of you that is cringe, kill the part of you that cringes.

I got nuthin' to say frankly