Stilltrash Stories

forgive me my art i haven't drawing anything in a year so im still sloppy. Even in 3 years i still don't have an art style like what even?? and i still need jesus christ by my side.

Welcome to my world of broken headcanons! Where New York likes Massachusetts, Tennessee is having an existential crisis, Alabama isn't a total creep, California breaks the fourth wall, Kentucky is in therapy, and their world is falling apart as we speak! (There is currently a story in session)

(UNDER REVAMPING, nothing has changed, I am currently revamping this story using google docs, this will be officially revamped once I am done, give me until January 2022??) Why'd I make this? Idk, it seemed interesting to write. ~Lyrics~ There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh