Um What

Hi! I know I already posted today but something weird caught my attention so I just had to talk about it. Some of you -might- have noticed, but all of my posts between August and March were deleted.

They weren’t deleted by me though, so I don’t know what happened. Luckily, they weren’t permanently deleted, just in trash folder. U n f o r t u n a t e l y, When I restored them they turned into drafts, so if I want to have those 20-odd posts up on my blog I’ll have to post them again.

All the likes, comments and views, gone.

All the conversations.


I have no idea how this happened, and I’m starting to think it’s just a glitch, but I can’t be sure. Do you guys see it too?

The only explanations I can think of besides that are:

1.  One of my brothers did it out of spite.

2. They were deleted by someone I gave admin access to.

Except neither of those really make much sense because my brother’s don’t really have extensive knowledge of my blog other than that I have one, and can’t think of a reason why anyone with the clearance to delete my posts would do it.

I suppose it happened for a reason, even if I can’t think of one. I tend to try to see the positive side of things ~despite what my older posts might indicate~ so who knows, maybe it’s so I can get a fresh start or something :’D

Anyway, if any of you guys notice some of my posts missing, that’s why.


Also P.S. I’m still sick and my nose is trying to murder me





Midnight Musings #1

Hi guys! I can’t remember when I posted last, although it doesn’t feel like it’s been more than a week or so, so I think I’m good :’D

Welcome to my new series, Midnight Musings! These posts will essentially be the same as my other ones but, you know, longer and written in the middle of the night. I mean, most of my posts are written in the middle of the night, but these will be exclusively written in the middle of the night.

Anyways, I’ve had the idea for this series floating around in my head for a couple months, but I haven’t gotten around to actually writing anything out until now. Recently I stumbled upon Aboutmyawkwardworld’s series, Midnight Talks (it’s really entertaining by the way, I’d seriously recommend that you check it out!), and it reminded me of my idea.

It’s currently 3:30 AM where I live, which is a little after midnight but I think it still counts, right?

I’ve been sick with what I think might be a cold for the past couple of days -i t h u r t s t o s w a l l o w c r i- which sucks. There’s like this huge pile of tissues next to me and I’m kind of dreading when I have to pick them up and put them in the trash lol. Being outside helps with it a little though (the sickness, not the tissue pile) which is nice, I think it has something to do with the cold air. Technically I’m not outside right now, but I feel better when I am.

It’s weird, I was just thinking a few days ago, a lot of people are scared of the dark (sometimes including moi), right? But darkness is sort of the natural state of everything, isn’t it? Okay that sounded creepier than I meant it to. What I’m saying is, if there wasn’t a big-ass star conveniently located a few million miles away, we wouldn’t even know about the existence of light, and it would be a paradox in which no one is afraid of the dark because they don’t have anything else to compare it to.

I mean if I’m gonna get technical about it we wouldn’t exist in that alternate universe either cause Earth wouldn’t be livable, but let’s not split hairs.

Behind my house we have this little “garden” composed of pretty trees and shrubs our landlord planted, and there’s this rusty old green swinging bench all covered in peeling green paint. When I’m stressed out or angry, I sit out on the bench wrapped up in a blanket or one of my hoodies and just swing and look at the stars until I feel better. It’s a great place if I need to cry too, cause it’s blocked off from the house by a big brick column so you can’t see it from the kitchen window.

I read somewhere that if we all looked at the stars more, there would be a lot less anger and sadness in the world, and I really believe that it’s true. I can’t exactly explain why, but it’s sort of therapeutic in a way.


Look at the stars once in a while guys, seriously



o look i made a patreon

So I made a Patreon

The reason I did that is I’m currently working towards raising the money to purchase some tools to help me make higher quality art (a Cintique, Photoshop, art classes, you get the picture), because at some point I’m going to start doing digital/graphic design art as a part-time job -plus I wanna make better art for you guys-, and I wanna get a head start on that as soon as I can, cause why not? :dummy: (Also, my fam’s moving soon, and I think some extra money wouldn’t hurt with that)

​Patrons get (mostly) exclusive access to art I don’t post anywhere, WIP’s (which are sometimes better than the finished piece lol), and sneak peeks at comics and animatons/animatics I’m working on, plus they get the first look at any art I post online, period :la:

​If you’d rather commission me than see art I make for myself, you can order anything from a colorless portrait to a full body piece of your character- complete with a background- over on my fiverr –> Winterfrost333 Neko-Emoji-01 [V1]

No pressure to donate or become a patron or anything, I’m just putting this here in case one of you has a long lost uncle that randomly died and gave u all of his money or something so u can afford to pay me to art

By the way, if any of u do decide to throw a couple bucks my way, thank in advance, I really appreciate it Hamtaro Mouse Emoji-02 (Kawaii) [V1] Bunny Emoji-87 (Thanks) [V5] Bear Emoji-08 (Rolling Love) [V1]


ik you guys aren’t exactly following me for my art, but if it’s any smol consolation I’ll probably post my stories on there too mebe

idk if that makes it better or worse XD oh yeah, and if I raise enough money I’ll also be able to get a good editing program so I can start making animation videos.

Anyways, sry for the shameless self promo and spam, bai~


What Happens When You Screw Up Your Sleep Cycle


I haven’t posted in like forever, BUT don’t let that make you hesitant to read the following post about why I was only awake for three hours yesterday (you read that right).


ANYWAY *sigh*, for the past, I dunno, maybe month or so, I’ve been having to get up really early, then go to sleep late because my body was still not used to my new wake up hours. HENCE, I’ve only been getting four hours of sleep per night. For a month. 30 days. In a row.

Yesterday, my body finally crashed and I woke up at 2 PM. I only made it to 5PM, then I slept for about 12 hours. AND I’M STILL TIRED. I guess this is my body’s way of getting me back for depriving it of sleep. DAMMIT.




The Liebster Award

Must be award season XD. Anyways, thanks to Heather for nominatting me, her blog is really great, you should check it out like right now. The Forget-Me-Stick is waiting for you if you don’t.  (Megamind refrence, u uncultured swines)

Da Rulez

  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog. Try to include a little promotion for the person who nominated you. They will thank you for it and those who you nominate will also help you out as well.
  2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
  3. Provide 10 random facts about yourself. (Optional but highly recommended!)
  4. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
  5. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here or simply put a link to this post on your blog.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
  6. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post or mine if you don’t have all the information so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it)!

‘Kay, 10 facts about urs truly…

  1. I know like %3 of the spanish language (cause I got no work ethic haha)
  2. I taught myself how to crochet when I was 9.
  3. I can connect well with cats.
  4. I’m what’s called “un-schooled”, which means I get to choose what I learn and when I learn it. Needless to say, that explains a lot about me.
  5. This is my workstation, although you can hardly call it that. IMG_20170619_120232
  6. I’m not good at thinking of facts about myself.
  7. I have personally experienced the feeling of wanting to smash you’re own head, and/or someone else’s into a wall. I don’t have issues, I promise.
  9. I have these things called “glasses” which render me utterly blind if I don’t wear them.
  10. My favorite color es bluuuuue.

Mi NOminate…

Sorry guys, I’m not great at promo XD






Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

I got the idea for this from a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check her stuff out! 😀


“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the king’s chambers at the time of his murder!” The investigator hisses savagly, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice a scrape on my palm and start sobbing.

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you expect to survive down here,” the mean guard jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the guards remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam the think iron door behind them, locking me in. Even into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bit into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearily, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… pain courses through my body, jolting me cruelly awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would’ve never crossed my mind before today

A way out


*Insert stupid self deprecating joke her*

LBS #1

Haaaay, I decided to make my Little Bro Stories into a series!


WARNING: If you don’t like reading stories about puke, please click away


So anyway *jammit*, we were bored, and my second youngest bro, we’ll call him E, dare my oldest little bro, P, to chug down a cup of soy sauce. Well, P got that down all right (surprisingly), and we were looking for something else to make him drink. We almost made him drink Liquid Smoke (a brand of oven cleanser, I think), because the packaging made it look like it was hotsauce. So, after we almost gave P poisen, we found the olive oil. He took one sip, but looked all right, so we dared him to drink more. Guess what he does next? CHUG DOWN A WHOLE CUP OF PURE MOTHERFUCKING OLIVE OIL. Yeah, you see where I’m going with this? Anyyyyyywai *ha ha, doesn’t count XP*, P puked it and the entire contents of his stomach up pretty quickly. Oh, and it gets better. Guess where he puked? ON TOP OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF OUR DISHES. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. There will be the faint scent of stomach acid and partially digested food gracing the table for every one of our next 10 meals. Also, he puked some more in the toilet. And didn’t flush. E was the next person to go in there. Ever since then he’s looked like somebody hit him it the face with a raw fish and then made him eat it. Weird comparison, but you’d get it if you could see him.

Not exactly essential to the story, but somehow there was pieces of chicken in there. Which is creepy. Because the last time we ate meat was a month ago. In the middle of April. A month ago.

Anyway, moral of the story is: Never drink a cup of pure olive oil, it will jack you up.

Also, I apologize sincerely to everybody who reads this

Err, do you guys remember me?

Guys. Do you remember me? I don’t blame you if you don’t. After all, I’ve been gone for, um, over a month now. We know, get on with it Captian Obvious. Fine, geez. If you aren’t in a listen-to-a-randomgirl-on-the-internet-rant-about how-much-certain-brothers-suck mood, then you’re welcome to click away (actually, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t, cuz due to inactivity, stats are way down ;-; RAAAAAHHHH!!!).


SO, the oldest of my little brothers, weeeell, how do I put this delicately? Was directly related to the brutal and merciless destruction of our Wi-Fi cable. Ya’ see, we have all our school stuff, including the computer (which is occasionally used for skool), set up in the corner, and if you’re facing the computer, the Wi-Fi cable is hung upmalong the wall to your left. HOWEVER,  sometimes it slips out of the brackets, and ends up on the floor. WELL, this time (keep in mind, my brother is pretty much the only one that ever uses the CPU) not only did my *through teeth* L o V l Y  b R o T h E r  ignore the cord on the floor, he fricken SMASHED IT under the foot of his chair! And apparently the cable guy isn’t able to come until the 21st!! I know it was an accident, but DAMMIT it pretty much evaporated my online presence. You know what the the maddening cherry on this frustration sundae is? Our mom didn’t even yell at him. I know it’s wrong for me to want him to be punished and my mom to be angry, but srsly, she’s yelled at me for knocking something over (something literally almost unbreakable).

Forgive my childish outburst of rage, carry on with your online life, while I attempt to piece together the shattered remnants of mine. Cheers!


Don’t ever, ever, EVER let my brother near your Wi-Fi cable
(I know I already did my endnote thing, but just wanted to let you know I wrote a few more stories during my time in the prison I like to call internetlessness. I’ll post them over on my story and art blog, My Artistic Fluff)

Song challenge: day 5

Hi! Sorry I missed yesterday… Welp, I was nominated by The_Great_Awesome, here are the rules

  • Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
  • Post what the lyrics mean to you (optional).
  • Post the name of the song and video.
  • Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.


Tell Me That You Love Me, by Victoria Justice

I nominate Ivy