#Hi indiestsnake

[a-rabid-snake]

Hey Snake. I’ve deliberately tried to stay out of the recent drama with Piku_Niku, but it seems to be petering out now that you’ve apologized. So I just want to say something.

I don’t think you’re a terrible person. What you did was wrong, and you don’t need me to tell you that. But you have apologized. You are clearly remorseful. Past actions are in the past, and it seems you’ve mostly amended them. So Id just like to request you stop beating yourself up over it.

Those words are not who you are, nor do they have to be. You can work to improve, and I like to think you’ve set on trying. I’m proud of you for apologizing, and I imagine some others are to. Now you have to figure out how to be better.

I don’t know, honestly, I’m just worried about you Snake. I don’t want you to hate yourself. I don’t think you should hate yourself. You should be angry and disappointed, but wallowing like you seem to be isn’t helpful. This quarrel doesn’t have to be who you are, and you have already taken the first step to making that so.

Im sorry, this is probably incoherent. And you probably think you don’t deserve anyone to defend you. But… I care about you Snake, and I want you to be better. I want you to be okay. Even after you said and did the things you did. As long as you’ve apologized, truly apologized, to Piku and their friends… I think it’s best to let it go.

Much love to both you and Piku. I hope things are going well for the two of you and your friends. And I hope you can learn and be better, rather than wallow in self hatred.

You know, I'll never understand why your text contains so much emotion and so much kindness. You're a very good writer.

Yes, maybe I should get better, at least try, but it's hard to love yourself when no one has taught you. I would say that I never paid attention to myself, and did not think of myself as a person who also needs to be taken care of.

I want to leave all the posts, I know that I have a bad memory, and they will be a reminder that I made a mistake and I should not allow it anymore

(now I don't want to cause pity, just to speak out) I don't believe in God. I'm a skeptic, so to speak, but to console myself, I turn to my dead cat with some kind of request. It's stupid, yes, but when I asked him to give me someone who would love me for who I am and tolerate my idiotic antics, I should have guessed that these people were already here, maybe I just didn't guess and didn't notice it

Okay, now I understand that I said something stupid, I'm sorry, just a little calm to make it easier to perceive the past.

But yes, I accept everything that I have done and everything that I will do, my words and my actions, this is my responsibility and I will be ready to answer for them if this happens again

[batnip]

“I won’t hurt you, Artificer.” Saint said quietly. “You’ve been scarred enough.” The way his voice cloaked her in care, the sorrow tinging its edges, it… it made her believe him.  This… ancient deity, this being beyond creation that could shatter souls with a thought… cared about her.  What did that mean to her? What did that mean… about her?  [ To Find Warmth , CH 12 - IndieSnake / @indiestsnake ] A love letter to your writing. Your comments on my own fic warm my heart to read and you are such a big motivation + inspiration.

[letdownthepainful]

Artisaint Angstober- Second Story.

yep! 4 stories across 4 days! Last one was Arti being a little meanie, so I wonder what THIS one is!

PANG!

That's all she heard. The noise. The beauty. The finality.

Her scarred over eye shut as the diamonds on her forehead stopped glowing.

She looked at the de- ascended family of lizards. Clear evidence of progress. A goal she was moving close towards. She felt happy. And she felt he was proud too, as she felt him floating behind her. ".. Good job, Arti.." He might be dead to everyone else, but to her? To her, he was still as alive as when she had kissed him..

as alive as the day where a scavenger speared him directly in the torso and she sobbed and thought it was over but then she felt his voice all around her and realized he would never leave her side.

She knew that he chose her because she was ready. She was perfect. He had seen through this coldhearted murderer, and seen something wonderful inside. A perfect beacon of light in this truly dark world. And she was determined to see his will through. She would do anything for him.

No.

She would do EVERYTHING for him. @indiestsnake @miraclesinbin

MORE ANGST MUAHAHAHAH

[mushroominaforest]

Mwahahaha they have a tumblr now I can tag them :3

@indiestsnake! Hi!

Like I said I am pretty sure I drew Saint’s design wrong bc I think at one point it said he didn’t have pupils? I have no idea anyways here ya go lol

Okay okay I’ve been reading To Find Warmth by IndieSnake on ao3, it’s a Karmaflower fic and it’s SO GOOD

anyways I drew a sene but I’m putting it under the cut bc it’s spoilers for chapter 18 so if you haven’t already GO READ THE FIC

I don’t draw much fanart for fics bc I’m always worried that I’m misinterpreting stuff, but I just really wanted to draw Saint and the void worm glaring at each other lol

Uhhh this is my first time drawing a void worm lol

[letdownthepainful]

hohohoho. i'm going off what i THINK evil artisaint may be, that being artificer is kinda a bastard! The snowdrifts began piling up, agitating Artificer as she looked over at Saint, who was already nearly finished with the toll as several resounding pangs pierced her ears with every shot. She would never get used to that noise, but it was a acceptable cost for the benefits she got from him. After all, she had never gotten this far. And she would not let it go to waste. Eventually, he came back, shivering and with a slight nosebleed, as he always did. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. "A-are we done-?" he managed to barely choke out. It was pathetic. But she knew she had to play her role. And play it good. She knelt infront of him. "Yes, honey, we're done." She pulled him into a hug, and for the moment, he believed her, gladly embracing with her. She grinned as she held him.. This was right. She gave him a small kiss as she helped him up. He looked up at her with a appreciative gaze in his eyes as she looked down at him. "Let's go find a shelter. It's getting cold.." She held out her hand. Saint gladly took it, and they slowly went into the winds, braving the blazing blizzard. She felt it in her heart. This was the right thing to do. It was ALL they deserved. And she had the perfect tool to do it.

@indiestsnake EVIL artisaint ping.. @miraclesinbin your short story, madame!

Alllrighty.

Hello friendsies, I'm doing something interesting. If you FEEL like it, send me a RW prompt and I'll vomit maybe a paragraph of story! Who DOESN'T love vomited story bits?