#moth soda art

[moth-doodles-and-what-not]

more cult of the lamb doodling

still trying to figure out a design for my lamb

[year2000electronics]

From Stephen King's Christine

[thegayestofartists]

Eyesssss 👀

I’ve been meaning to do an eye post for these guys

[s8nicpanicc]

Little OC project I did for fun

[acemodri]

Take a cup of orange soda and mix it with heavy cream and white chocolate syrup

[breathe-2am]

the time was 5:35 am. we had just camped out at a bluegrass festival. the bakery wasn't open yet.

[alpha-window-9-creations]

A bunch of cookie run ocs I drew for art fight! I don't know much about the series but the style is super cute and it was an perfect opportunity to draw more.

The first one I didn't submit because I thought the event was going until tonight and I just finished. It's lower quality than the others because I was in a rush so I did it on my phone. I'll try to tag everyone I can under the cut... with maybe some thoughts about each.

Pickle: art fight user Picklesplitz (low-key got me to make the post I couldn't submit)

Strawberry Latte Cookie: @mochiiskii (fell more in love the more I drew her)

Watermelon Soda Cookie: @onewayticketttohell (super good design, I don't feel like I did it justice)

Instant Noodle Cookie: Twitter user G70R8U5 (one of my favorites, she's so funny)

Blueberry Sugarcone Cookie and Choco Moth Cookie: @preciouspeppermintts (precious babies!)

Black urchin Cookie: @the-tang-man (had a lot of fun with this one!)

Golden Creme Cookie: art fight user lunarylunz (I liked them more than I thought I would)

Raspberry Fool Cookie: @artsytheghost (the full design is very funny, check it out if you're interested)

Sea Bunny Cookie: @audtheodd (the reason I made the dance piece actually, they said they wanted their ocs to dance)

Sweet Chocobanana Cookie: deviantart user Naetsuku (I love this little clown idiot)

Blueberry Cake Cookie: Twitter user Scrungie1 (no notes, good oc)

Honey Tequila Cookie: Twitter user blemches (I didn't want to at first because I do not understand the design, but I kept coming back to it so I tried my best)

Cinnamon Roll Cookie: Instagram user jetzbeshort (there's a galaxy pattern on the inside of his coat that I didn't show much of on purpose because I didn't want to figure it out lol)

Honey Graham Cookie, Sweet Pea Cookie, Golden Roe Cookie, and Sea Salt Lemonade Cookie: @scarabeeart (only now realizing how many of their ocs I drew. They have a talent for making very good designs!)

Iced Vovo Cookie: @mycelium-moth (they're so depressed I love them)

Coffee Sugar Crystal Cookie: @lilly-jevil (it was very hard to make those gems on his shirt not look like nipples)

Sea Anemochi Cookie and Spring Torte Cookie: Twitter user mermaidparfait (such cute designs, Spring was the first one I drew but I got so much better later on, I kinda feel bad)

Choco Heartlock Cookie: @hpurplicious (very relatable to me lol, are u psychic?)

Dreamsicle Cookie and Faded Butter Cookie: art fight user nullibranch (interesting that they have such different designs, simple vs complicated, shows a broad range)

Yuzu Lemon Ramune and Mold Spore: @vnillatree (two of the absolutely cutest designs for completely different reasons)

[everybodyloveshajime]

It's finally time for our contributor reveal!!! These are the talented Hajimepilled individuals who will be creating for our zine!

Page Artists: Dreamaruu: @dreamaruu A.J: @artisticjeans Alltea26: @all-tea AsahiIsLate: @asahiislate bluejayboju: @bluejayboju Diesel: @hajihiko Gabi: @dr2-hell Mae: @vhsghostricks Meta: @metamatronic Miz: @awesomesug4r Noodle: @doodles-by-noodles phobosketch: @metal-queer-rex Primrose: @maybe-a-moth Q: @qt33pi Quinn: @quinns-art-box Rain: @shangerez Sunny: @solarskips Yagito: @go-hop-to-it

Writers: Alexia: @ninasfireescape goshdangronpa: @goshdangronpa illym: @illym Kalcifer: @candidateofloyalty Keane: @/peachykeane (Ao3) Lava/Leon/Logan: @punk-pitcher Leo: @/shorthairizuru (Twitter) Lopp: @hugeresolve Naz: @1queer-bookworm president-homewrecker: @president-homewrecker Rin: @rin-chan32 Rose: @kibasniper Sasha: @hope-speak Soda: @/MxSoda (Twitter) Tee/Cherry: @one-way-dream WeirdDancer:@dancingnever whorkn33: @whorkn33

Merch Artists: Emmy: @hellscap3 helloweezz: @helloweezz Lee: @nnytheprice Oli: @/cockar00miss (Twitter) SunndropCitrus: @sunndropcitrus Yagito: @go-hop-to-it

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Hi!

I kill anti vaxxers on sight

I do not answer donation asks and do not reblog most donation posts. For my mental health. Seriously.

Nicholases: Anthony Mikey

Nicks: ant; glow

Gender: wobbly (transmasc enby)

Pronouns: ey/vey/zey/they/he any just get silly

Orient.: aro/ace

Status: queerplatonic whore

Age: minor ig

Pronouns Page

Blinkies

Languages: English (native), Spanish (decent), Romanian (bad)

Brain Stuff: OCD, ADHD, autism, psychosis, PTSD, bipolar disorder

Physical Stuff: hyper-mobile Ehlers Danlos Spectrum Disorder; postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome; migraines

DMs?: I’m awkward and may not answer at all. If I don’t say anything after like, two days just assume I either forgot or was just uncomfortable but didn’t want to say anything. Feel free to try again if u want with something else I might reply then. I’m an unpredictable feral rat about DMs sometimes. Idk. Don’t assume I hate you.

Tone tags?: yes

Asks: anything nonsexual and not asking me for money I will not respond to those

Flirting/compliments?: non romantic and nonsexual

Swearing: I swear so much I don’t always register the use of the word fuck and my phone has autocorrected ‘duck’ to ‘fuck’ before.

Previously pinned post: horses

My overly active ao3: ant_is_in_an_anthill

My neglected art blog: @ants-awesome-art-blog (also present here tagged as ‘ant art go brr��)

My danger days fic specifically: endangered gays fic (yes! That’s me!! I’m that guy!! Yippee!!)

Side blogs:

@cherri-cola-soda & @broken-acid-in-the-morning-light & @moth-moon-the-whore & @dead-spider-in-the-sun & @crazy-yellow-bitch (kjrp)

Things I talk about pretty consistently:

- danger days

- Myself

- My danger days fic

Blog tags and more abt me under the cut

Things I talk about sporadically:

- Dracula

- The Historian

- The end Cretaceous Extinction Event

- Star Wars

- TMA & TMAGP

- Languages

- Bears in trees

- Other assorted music artists

- My intense craving for a Mikey Way 2012 fender bass guitar

Tags (I’m still sorting my blog so it’s sporadic and more will be added)

Chaoticbuggybitchboy - literally anything I said words on

Some blogs I interact with semi regularly have their urls tagged

Malevolent ant - me thinking about malevolent whenever I remember to listen to it (sunny I’m so sorry)

Complaining - me. Complaining. About anything and everything

I have a couple levels of vent tags there’s mild vent and cw vent

Infodumping in the tags again - what it sounds like

Ant activated - things relating to world events and general activism stuff

Making up words - for when I’m making up words again

Me when he /p - me posting about a boy I like. I’m sorry. Not stopping.

Ayudame - when I need help but in Spanish

Wtnv rambles - welcome to Nightvale, where I ramble.

Ant the space cadet - Star Wars talk

Showing and telling :] - yeah

My posts that hit it off - ones that took off in some way

My hit bit posts - the two(!!!!) posts bears in trees official reblogged

Marigold corpse fic - a different thing I wrote, also up on ao3 :]

Ant makes polls - get this I make polls

Danger days tags:

Danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys - umbrella tag for all danger days content (yes I chose the longest possible tag)

Endangered gays fic - my massive fic series and anything at all related to it (including when I ramble in the tags so remember to check there if ur interested)

Loosers au - “like a cigarette”

Danger days - general danger days; not associated with my fic

Danger days art - art

Ddttlotfk - album stuff talking about the songs rather than the lore

Cosmere tags for my own sanity:

Ant in the cosmere

Ant on scadrial

Ant in the final empire

Ant in the roughs

Ant on roshar

[askbabob]

the rules for babob!!

ok but first.. oc info..hehe >:)

Babob is a baby blue sprunki. He is a bit chubby, so his instrument is drums (he stomps as a calming thing and also instrument thing.) He has hair made of bubbles. He also has a tail with a feather on the end. He is a HUGE germaphobe and clean freak. Hes also kinda chill. He REFUSES to touch dirt or else he will use like 3 bars of soap in the shower. He is 6'3 and has a bit of fur but not much.

Lore:

When he was growing up, his whole house was filthy and trashed. When he was four, the roof caved and killed his mom and big sis, and paralyzed his dad from the waist down, forcing him to semi take care of dad. His dad died when he was 16 and he went to a orphanage but got kicked out at 18. After, he went to the sprunki band and made his relationships.

Relationships: HATES raddy (calls him fatty and pork-chubs)

Good friends with clukr

Likes OWAKCX but refuses to touch him

Likes oren and steals orange soda from him

Frenimies with durple

VERY good friends with pinki

Dating another oc (goat, forgot name)

VERYYY good friends with Simon, they are eating buddies (like drinking buddies) and fatasses together

Horror: Wenda chopped off the top half of his head to the skull when he was in the shower. There is blood leaking from the wound. There is a crack on his skull. His feet are bloody. Bubbles are eternally leaking from his eyes and mouth. Due to this, he can't talk because all there would be is bubble popping (there is a rare in-game chance, that if he was real, you'd hear a scream that sounds like "HELPPP!!" drowned out by bubbles when you put him on. In this form he bangs on his skull for drums and you can sometimes hear winces of pain from him. If you put him right next to Simon, though, no winces of pain and there is a smile on his face.

Yes. I hc that Simon is a lil chubby.

Dni list!

Proshippers

Z00s

P3d0s

Basically any of the philes

factkin

Antifurs

Antitherian

Antialterhuman

bad-furs

18 plus blogs

Homophobes

Transphobes

PLEASE interact list

Ask (insert sprunki) blogs

Mabel fictionkins (I miss her sm)

Alterhuman

Lgbt

REGRETEVATOR BLOGS DOESNT MATTER WHAT KIND

Sprunki blogs still doesn't matter what kind

Minor blogs, I am a minor myself.

THE PRINCESS BRIDE FANS

Extra:

I. Love. Angst. And gore

I semi mind NSFW asks. Like more than likely il ignore but if it's mild/jokey then I'm ok wit it. But, I LOVE romance rps!

Blog guide:

Ooc-js normal me/jammy

Faceless babob- no art js text

The soap is crying- angst

Slicey slicey- gore

🤨- weird ask but ok

<3- I LOVE UR ASK RAAA

Ask babob - non ooc posts

More extra:

DUDE. IDC CARE IF U THROW DIRT ON HIM BUT HE'LL GET MAD AND SHI

Btw he is Trans male and pan

He is my first and ONLY sprunki oc

Also, I'm a gaster and Stanley pines fictionkin and I'm moth flight and rock slime fictionhearted. Also, Maine coon, giant panda, and golden retriever therian.

IMPORTANT!! I CANNOT DONATE TO PALESTINE. PLEASE DONT TRY TO SEND IN THOSE TYPES OF ASKS. I WILL ANSWER THE ONE CURRENTLY IN MY BOX, BUT THATS IT.

Anyways byee!!!

My other blog:

@ask-this-odd-family

[moth-doodles-and-what-not]

lamb smooches

Am I still salty Leshy had to die? Yes, yes I am. Did I doodle my lamb and a still alive Leshy to compensate? Yes, yes I did

Also these are kind of tests because I am trying to figure out how to draw the lamb

[ace-and-ink]

the other day

(i almost called it yesterday)

i wrote a poem after class

called it a warm-up

called it cards

i did everything my professor said i shouldn’t

took advice from my writing professor

who said

“here are a list of writing rules

go break every single one of them”

i’ll take this one slower

because my theatre class got out early

and i got to eat this time

the soda fountain was busted

the cherry coke wasn’t that

we read of those who wrote

with inspiration of art

i’ll never write like

the way orphan made me feel

i hear i song

and i cry

and i steal half their lines

want me to do it again?

i’ll list what i’m listening to

“take it from me

i’m not looking for anybody

i’m sick of car rides

you lied while we lay back to side”

my friend (?????)

[for our audio listeners

if you’re ever out there

there’s a series of question marks

because i don’t know

what i want her to be]

said goodbye to me as she left

and i couldn’t catch her

i had to fix my desk

i sat with a pretty girl today

she reminds me of my old friend

the one i’ve written about before

the one i’ve compared myself to with a dying moth

i wish she’d look at me like she did

she smiled at the end

before fumbling her papers

and i almost relapsed on the spot

i saw a pretty girl in my building

she lives a floor above me

i think about how my elevator sometimes

doesn’t say what floor it was going to

and i always have to double check

i wonder what system it uses

or if it just didn’t want to say it

if it skipped a line on accident

if it just had too much going on at once

i don’t think i can call this a poem

what if i call myself a moth again?

i use dogs too often

my hair looked decent when

i left the bathroom this morning

i saw my reflection when the poem wouldn’t load

and i think i almost lost three years of progress

that girl was from here

in this city i’m familiar yet foreign to

i reread my own poem

and i’ve suddenly never used a metaphor in my life

i talked about rocks

and i wrote about moths

i’ll only be a hit online

- by online i mean i’ll get clicks

from my one online friend -

my roommate always keeps the door open

the same friend from before had her room rekeyed

i don’t know how to make this a poem

my professor would never take this

i keep getting snapchat notifications

of my old teammates from home

celebrating each other’s birthdays

i almost don’t even go home for mine

so should i use a simile?

should i add a metaphor?

i can’t say i agree with holly in that song right now

i can’t drive

but they’ve lied while we laid together

and they’re still going on about getting high

let’s see

what can i say here?

i feel like a fish in a fishbowl

- there’s my vehicle -

i can see everything i want

but i can’t get to any of it

- there’s my tenor -

my writing class made me feel

like i at least have a chance

so far poetry

has made me feel like i’ve been fooling myself

i can’t call this poetry

i can’t say i’m good at all

which isn’t the problem

it’s that i don’t feel like i can be

i’m laying in bed

the brain killer

and now i don’t want to go to geology

which isn’t for another hour

i’ll call this a warm-up

like i do

being the fraud artist i am

saying every piece i don’t like

was a practice sketch

so i don’t have to claim it

hey if i add a period here

can i call this all enjambment?

ah shit nevermind

there it goes

i’ll end it on this

anyway.

— warm-up: tenor

[violence-as-a-love-language]

[I.D. A lined version of the previous drawings with more detail, including asymetrical break pockets, a rank tag that says "lorem ipsum," a weirdly stretched, single pocket on one hip, and an endless belt. /end I.D]

Yeah i love her

[I.D. a rough sketch of a humanoid with an uneven bob, a face that looks like an abstract painting, and a body with heavily styalized proportions. She also has one arm thats much too short, and arm thats much too long, and two uneven legs. One foot has a large high heel, the other a boot. SHe has six fingers on her hands. /End I.D]

So! Take three on Cherri and I like this a lot better. I'm not the greatest with humans and humanoids anyways, so I prefer this style.

[thegayestofartists]

Cookie height chart !!

Celestials big….

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter four My master list

Title: Chapter three

Word Count: 1397

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

A week later saw Eddie and Chrissy in her garage moving boxes around and laying a huge blanket over a couch to make the space bigger and more comfortable. Both of them had brought their own amps and set them up too. They had even found an old mini fridge and stocked it with chocolate, cans of soda, and bottles of water ready for practice. 

"Hey bunny" Robin greeted Chrissy with a kiss as soon as she stepped into the garage later that evening, 

"Stop being so gross and put each other down." Eddie grumbled at the pair. 

"No need to be so homophobic, Munson" came the response of Steve as he also walked to the garage. 

"Yes, me, a bit of a whore in the local gay scene, homophobic, that checks out." Eddie rolled his eyes before he walked away and picked his guitar up and made sure it was in tune.

"Chrissy, where did you want me to set this up?" Steve asked Chrissy, pointing down at the big bag he had brought in with him.  

"Towards the back, kind of centre if you want, makes the most sense," Chrissy answered, pointing at a vague space towards the middle of the garage. 

“So Robin, this is the first time we’ve properly spoken since you started dating my little Chrissy, she won’t tell me so I know it’s got to be embarrassing, how did you and Chrissy get talking enough for you to end up together a few weeks later.” Eddie quizzed, noting Chrissy blushing out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, there’s not really a lot to tell to be honest, she sat next to me on the bus, asked me what I was listening to, I said The Clash, she said she loves them, we listened together and then switched between our styles of music” Robin shrugged as Chrissy got redder and redder. 

“Fuck off did she, what a lying little bitch. Christina Cunningham, why would you tell such a lie? You hate The Clash, always have .” Eddie cackled, turning to look at Chrissy who was bright red and trying to hide behind her hair. 

“I just wanted to listen to music with the cute girl from band, ok? so sue me.” She replied, sighing, his reaction was exactly why she hadn’t told Eddie the full story when he asked weeks ago. “Can we just play something now please?”

Five minutes later and the band was ready to start playing together. Steve sat behind his drums and everyone else picked up their instruments.

"Chrissy, you want to start a beat on the bass? Steve, try not to sound like shit ok, we all know punk drums are a mess and don't hold a rhythm." Eddie said, getting himself comfortable with his guitar.

Chrissy started with a beat that Steve apparently knew the drums to, and soon enough Eddie was leaning into the mic and singing. 

"I sit around and watch the tube But nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazy" Eddie sang as he started to play the guitar with it. 

"Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like shit" Robin joined in the singing and playing her own guitar with him. 

The four of them played the whole song and didn't miss a beat, ending with all four of them laughing. 

Steve and Eddie caught each other's eyes and stopped laughing straight away.

"I guess for a couple punks you two can play well enough" Eddie sniffed, putting his guitar down and heading to the mini-fridge. 

"The fuck is your problem, Munson?" Steve asked defensively. 

"I just don't want us sounding just like noise, bad noise at that when we play." Eddie replied, whilst drinking his water.

"So what? All punk is just bad noise to you?" Steve questioned, standing up from his drums clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, it is. Just bad drums, bad guitar, bad vocals. I guess it’s good that most punk songs are really short." Eddie shrugged. 

"Fuck you, punk is more than the music, more than the drums, guitar, and vocals. It's about the people, the lyrics, the message behind the songs." Steve seethed, moving towards Eddie. 

"Oh yeah, because metal isn't political at all?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"It's really not," Steve responded, clearly pissed off at the other brunette.

"Alright princess, sit down and let me play a few songs for you that show you that a song can be both political and actually good." Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone. 

"No, enough of this dick-measuring contest, ok. Either shut the fuck up so we can continue to play or take this tension to a bedroom, giving you 5 seconds to decide." Chrissy said loudly, pointing between the two of them.

"Chris, baby, we both know they aren't going to fuck just yet. They need to pretend to hate each other first before it happens" Robin laughed. 

Both boys stepped away from each other. Eddie drank more of his water and Steve went to grab his own, throwing one to Robin who caught it without looking.

"I'm down to play more if Munson can stop being a bitch and play something that isn't just loud guitar and screaming." Steve shrugged, sitting down behind the drums again.

"I give it 3 weeks before they're fucking" Robin giggled, earning her a death glare from Steve.

“Well that was fun,” Robin said sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “It was really nice to spend more time with Chrissy. I still haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend by the way. Do you think she’ll say yes? I’m not sure she wants that.” she continued to ramble. 

“It was something, I really hope he gets that stick out of his ass before next practice, I can't be bothered with that each time. But yes, she will say yes if you ask her out.” Steve said, sounding exasperated. 

“You just want the stick out of his ass so you can stick…”

“You can walk home if you finish that sentence,” Steve interrupted her. 

Robin laughed, buckled her belt, and sat back in her seat. Steve sighed, started the car, and drove her home. Neither of them talked about how right she was.

“Eddie, can you play nicely with Steve next time we have practice? I’d really like this band thing to work, ok? Even if it doesn't really go anywhere I want to have fun and enjoy this.” Chrissy pleaded. 

“Fine I’ll play with the punk jock so you can have fun with your girlfriend” Eddie replied dodging a half-empty bottle Chrissy threw at him before falling over dramatically. “Tell my mother I love her,” he said, throwing himself to the ground clutching his arm.

“Lord help me” Chrissy laughed.

The following week after the first practice found them all sat around in Chrissy’s garage talking about the band and the music they should play. 

“We write enough songs between us, we could just do original stuff. I will say this isn't bad, Munson” Steve commented, reading through Eddie’s finished songs and notes for other songs. 

“Approval from Harrington, just what I've always wanted” Eddie replied, rolling his eyes. 

“Eddie for fuck’s sake, that's enough. He was being nice and you were a peanut head! That wasn't nice at all.” Chrissy snapped, punching his arm lightly. 

“Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry” Eddie mumbled in the direction of Steve. 

“Shall we talk about band names?” Robin put in, trying to change the subject. 

“ My list for names so far is this,” Eddie said, turning to a page in his notebook and turning it so everyone could read.

Corroded Coffin 

Be My Coffin

Your Coffin

Six Feet Under

Corroding My Coffin

Distort Mission

“They all suck to various degrees” Chrissy replied, pushing the notebook back towards Eddie. 

The four of them sat around for another 20 minutes or so discussing band names before Robin finally suggested The Spitfires. 

“Yes, I love it,” Chrissy said excitedly. 

“Of course you love the only one Robin suggests” Steve commented, rolling his eyes, earning him a laugh from Eddie.

[imsosocold]

More ,, c!dream transfem poetic ideas....please...

Our purely putrid filthy, fusty, musty, stanky, rank fem-not-female daymare. She’s fraying clothes with seams ripping in the way envelopes and wrapping paper are in their desperation to be opened. She’s patches peeling off the way fruits are peeled with their skins being left out to rot in the sun. She’s the scab and sunburn you pick at until it prickles. She’s sweat from heat against the sweat of the cold. She’s the dust you forgot to sweep up that hangs sparkling in the air. She’s the floorboard that creeks with your breaths. She’s an old fridge whose very self, never mind its contents, is rotting. She’s the light that won’t stop flickering. She’s an old time styled radio that only garbles out guttural sounds and spits static. She’s shoes splitting at the soles that you still expect to shield your feet from the metal as you kick at your broken down rusted car. She’s the bandana you  wear when the sands and their winds get too high. She’s the odd smelling and shaped stains that won’t come out and won’t be questioned. She’s a mattress on TOP of a mountain of blankets that are sour smelling and matted with sweat.  She’s the grimy coins kids are excited to find. She’s the sketchbook scraps forced to be used as napkins. She’s waking up with wounds you don’t remember how you got and soon will forget having. She’s front yard fires, never strong enough for barbecue. She’s the constant pain that you have no clue where comes from but can’t afford to see a doctor over it. She’s toilet paper veils and toilet paper roll telescopes and napkin handkerchiefs and towel headscarves and Piñata pets. She’s a burning flag (L’Manburg or American) at a backyard concert and brunch. She’s licking at the salt lick in cold hoping it hasn’t frozen over. She’s playing music on the bottom of garbage cans and pans and on top of thighs. She’s a little kid carrying stuff in her hoodie and inside her shirt feeling so smart about it. She’s showing off what you found in the parking lot. She’s moths hitting against patio lights. She’s fireflies caught bare handed in the backyard which you at first are excited about before feeling grossed out. She’s the sea urchin you step on out of spite.  She’s the solid salt chunks caught in your mouth from swimming in the sea. She’s empty tortoise shells and even emptier, exposed tortoise spines. She’s animal blood being boiled; something you can’t scrape out. She is pure folk punk. She is everything. She’s made up of and makes up with popsicle stick people and macaroni art men and bottle cap boys and chalk chicks and tally girl tabs.  She feels like cicada husks and bed bug shells and dragonfly wings and rhino beetle horns. If you kissed her she would taste of raw meat and then blood because she bites on instinct. She could ride a bike with flat tires. She could make a heater out of an old fan. She somehow gets drunk from church wine and high from smoking straight up grass and chewing on loose exercise -machine tums. She holds an open potluck made up of leftovers as she does scratch off tickets and sniff stickers together. She hand washes clothes and dishes alike but if she had a washing machine she’d get lost in watching it spin until she felt like throwing up. She’s distance spitting seeds and tobacco alike. She collects sand and spices and stamps; all the little things you never know if/when you’ll need. She makes the sort of grits that always get stuck in your teeth and to the top of your mouth and to the bottom of your stomach but in a way that’s comforting. She lets bugs and insects and animals climb onto and all over her.

She lets mosquitos bite her and shows off the bumps that develop proudly because don’t they deserve to eat too?  She’s wanting to be lost. She bops herself on the head on an empty soda bottle when she’s not blowing into it and a paper bag.  She snacks on perlite like popcorn and chews on wood chips. She drinks the water from leaks and blisters. She sucks up the guts out of pumpkins and suckles on bark and gnaws on sap and loves moss even more than Kris. She’ll feed house and store and backyard and forest plants alike. She has a garden just for weeds. She makes her own manure. She grows mushrooms in the upstairs bathroom sink. She raises crayfish in a school Petri dish. She only wants to eat the green tomatoes and bananas and peaches. She wants to see how sticks and stones break bones. She has squirted lemon and tomato juice directly into her eyes just to see what it’s like.

She wakes up the crickets and the chickens. Her green motif comes from  staining from chlorine and leaves painted brighter and more waxy than they could ever be in nature for advertising and the lack of green colored stars that exist. Science kits and first aid kits are the same to her. She brings astronaut food to the beach picnic. She gets bone shards stuck in her teeth along with her tonsil stones. She keeps taxidermy in coolers. She keeps bait in buckets and gives them out like gift bags. She recites rites for roadkill.   She made wind chimes out of fake dimes. She nicks nails from construction sites. She dances in dumpsters. She blacks out in the bakery bins behind the store fronts. She kicks her shoes onto the roof after making a contest of how far they could be thrown off when on the swing set. She writes messages out of spider webs. She braids grass to put into her hair and wears roots like rings. She knows the exact classifications that foods like tomatoes and pumpkins and strawberries and eggplants fall into. She has such strong opinions about oatmeal over corn meal, squash vs gourds, egg whites in comparison to yolks. She has grown with the grass and she finds perfume in skunks and every abandoned place is immediately familiar to her. In universe she invented the hawk tuah meme. She’s genuinely “not like most other girls” without even trying. She’s almost disgustingly  authentic and actually is very proud of it. It will take months, even maybe years, to sort out my thoughts on her and so many other pretty piling-up things but I will eventually write (and certainty think) about her forever lol.