Uhhhh... I wanted to save some pictures that I thought were precious so you can look too. I got these all from Pinterest so these don't belong to me. Credit to original owners.

Sprout Seedly is a healer. With his magical cupcakes, he's always been able to help others, no matter how bad things got. But after a terrible accident leaves him changed, Sprout begins to notice things slipping. His body doesn't respond the way it should. Food tastes wrong. Faces blur. And sometimes... he doesn't even recognize himself. Assigned to a new team, Sprout does his best to act normal. To be useful. To be himself. But the longer he pretends, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth: Something is happening to him. And it's getting worse. Updates: Wednesdays, Ongoing This story is a Dandy's World AU that takes place in the Night Shift universe. The character's personalities and physical appearances can and will differ from their canon counterparts.

I am back! Enjoy(hopefully) Cover art by me(redesign of an oc named Paradox. I sucked at anatomy when I drew it last year, and I still do-)

"Whatever you do at the crossroads, keep going forward." Or something like that... (I was never really good with endings.) Published on: April 06, 2026 Status: Ongoing

in·er·tia | [n.] a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged. When a (robotic) "idol" messes up at one of her performances, every other day feels the same until she has to get used to lots of changes- one of them being stuck in a different place: Robloxia. or the prologue to As Far As I Can Go with the actual mc same timeline as longing for more by mayorfrieren *rated mature because there will be violent stuff and frequent cursing feb 28 2026 -

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐍𝐀'𝐕𝐈!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 *ੈ✩‧₊˚┊͙°.🪼○°🫧. "ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪsᴇᴋᴀɪᴅ? ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪsᴇᴋᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ" Pandora has always been a strange and fascinating world to those new to it, the dangers it could bring alongside the beauty it held as well. Not for you, of course. This was your home. Always wandering through the forest in solitude, away from other tribes even during the time of the war, you remain away, tending to those who may fall your way, friend or foe, it doesn't matter to you, as long as they leave you alone after. So it was certainly a surprise when Eywa sent strange sky people your way, all too alike to the ones invading your home yet equally different in how they looked. You'll get them back on their feet before tossing them back to their kind later, they won't survive out here like this. *ੈ✩‧₊˚┊͙°.🪼○°🫧. ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs; ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ғᴏʀ sʜɪᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs ʙᴄ ʏᴇᴀʜ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ "ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴏʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ"