oh god, I have to get up early for the exam today. And instead of sleeping, I draw, lol. Tbh, I didn’t even think about what I was drawing, having somehow gotten rid of "loud" thoughts... I was even surprised that it appeared, because I don’t remember the process. Maybe memory loss again, idk, this happens to me sometimes

I don't think I'll ever finish this. Maybe it doesn't look so bad anyway

happy 4/23 its like 4/20 but 3 days later

happy 4/23 its like 4/20 but 3 days later

Congratulations on reaching 100 million views !!!!

This was the first English vocaloid song I ever heard.

I've always loved it !!!!!!!!!!!🫶🫶🫶🥰🥰🥰

ghost with towel was one of my nicknames on Telegram to be honest, soo i drew him, and also Nancy

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS. I jokingly started comparing the characters from Communications case 2 with the characters of Madeleine Fantasms... Now Greg is Elliot, Evelynn is Victor and Stephanie is Bryan

And I couldn’t attribute Kennith to anyone, lol, so..

DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY HAHAHA

some of my old sketches. Here we gooooo~

aaaand some arts

have a great day!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

they're cute

im getting more confident in drawing full-bodies aAAAAA !!!

synth is his graffiti name btw

im getting more confident in drawing full-bodies aAAAAA !!!

synth is his graffiti name btw

『きみでも、できるから。』

いのちのおどり By MARETU

Here is the 1st sketch! I'm not advocating violence, but life with Chris couldn't be any different. He loves Mia so much that he's willing to beat her up just to keep her from running away

having a vflower moment rn

don't disturb him, he's in the napkins. He's chilling

and I was also looking at clothes from Pinterest again and... This came out. I'm embarrassed to put this out there or somewhere else, actually, but it doesn't look that bad, haha?

I really love drawing Kennith. He is my son 🌹🎙️

I don't know why do I make these type of art hssjjsjshshs but oh well it exists djdhdjsjsjajajajajajsndndjbdbfsnbsbdbsjssj

I dare you all try to understand my cursive handwriting, I d o

DATE • • • JAN 22 // 1987

Kennith Simmons was standing in front of the recording camera, singing his heart out on live television. He was unaware of what was happening. Perhaps in his mind, he thought he was sleeping? Or maybe he thought he was dead. Either way, it wouldn’t last much longer. The screen he was standing in front of was flashing colorful lights in complex sequences, as was the screen behind him that was shown on screen. He was holding a microphone akin to that of a radio show host’s with a small flashing sign that said ‘ON THE AIR’. He found it in a dumpster and fixed it up so it was ready for the big screens.

Evelynn Jacot, Kennith’s classmate and ‘friend,’ was standing behind the camera, wearing earmuffs as to not get hypnotized by the screen and sounds around them. They were watching Kennith sing and sing as he was blissfully unaware of what was happening around him. So unaware that he didn’t know about the thousands of injuries his, and Evelynn’s, broadcast was causing. So unaware that he didn’t know the fate that awaited him.

The screen in front of him faltered for but a second, and he immediately shut his eyes out of what was close to an instinct. When it was working again, it was too late. He was out of the trance. Kennith spoke up to Evelynn, “Eve, what’s going on..?” All they did was giggle at the poor boy’s question. “Don’t you know? The broadcast has started, Kennith! People are dying, we’re finally getting back at the world!”Kennith tried processing their words, all he could was listen on in horror when they said people were dying. Kennith wanted to get back at the people who so hated him, but not like this. Not in such a violent way. He spoke on, eyes still closed. “Evelynn, t-turn this off. This isn’t funny anymore…” Evelynn didn’t turn the screens or sounds off. This was something like a threat. And being threatened like this, Kennith tried running from the screen blindly; away from Evelynn, away from the hypnosis, just away from the area. He ran into a wall, but he was able to open his eyes and not be pulled back into the trance. Evelynn followed him over with a mischievous smile.

“Evelynn, stop this! This isn’t okay anymore!!” Kennith yelled out desperately. They were approaching closer and closer, threateningly. “And why should I? It’s not like I’d go to jail, it’d just be you~”Evelynn was right, Kennith was the only one on the screen, and he’d be framed for it all without a second thought. Kennith looked around for an item that’d aid him. Something, anything. He grabbed for a box cutter that was in a tool bag that he had used in the past before unsheathing the blade, holding it towards Evelynn. “I-I’ll do it, Evelynn! Don’t test me!!” Evelynn looked between the box cutter and Kennith a couple times with their mildly dull teal eyes, “No you wouldn’t. You don’t have the balls.”As much as Kennith hated it, Evelynn was right. Kennith wasn’t the type to hurt someone else.

So he turned the blade to his own throat with a shaky hand.

Tears were pushing their way down Kennith’s cheeks as he held the box cutter above an artery, intending to kill himself. “Kenny, don’t do this to yourse-“ “Don’t call me Kenny!” Kennith yelled. That was a nickname reserved for only one person. Evelynn was shocked, this was the first time Kennith ever raised his voice. And frankly, they weren’t expecting it. “Okay then, *Kennith Simmons.*” That was the first time they’ve ever used his full name, and it made Kennith a little nervous. “Do it. Escape from the only person that ever cared for you. I don’t care anymore. If you don’t want this to happen, then end it all.” It didn’t matter that they were manipulating him again; it didn’t matter anymore.

The tears kept falling, hitting the cold concrete floor of the garage with soft and quiet thuds. “Goodbye, Evelynn Jacot.” He said with a shaky voice.

Kennith’s limp body hit the ground with a thud, twitching a bit as his nerves shot out. Blood was seeping from his throat and across the concrete as Evelynn stepped back clothes, skin, hair and shoes covered in the blood splatter. The box cutter had hit the ground and broke, with screws rolling away from the scene. Evelynn stared at his body with a knowing smirk before walking out of the garage with a bit more bounce than one would normally have after witnessing a suicide, humming a tune as they hopped onto their bike and started peddling away.

Stephanie Glass, Kennith’s old friend, was running to the garage. She had started running over from her house a couple blocks away when she saw that Kennith had left the broadcast she was watching. Being deaf, she wasn’t hypnotized by the loud music or flashing lights. She ran to the door and threw it open, gasping in horror when she saw Kennith’s still-warm, limp body. The blood had covered the ground now, and the broken box cutter was coated in it. Kennith’s shirt and shorts, which used to be pastel and light, were now soaked in dark red blood.

Stephanie ran over to Kennith and lifted up his body, not caring about the blood that got onto her white shirt. She held his corpse close as tears started forming in the corners of her eyes. “Kenny! Kennith, wake up!” She said in a frantic voice, shaking his small, thin, pale body. It didn’t work, though. Kennith was long dead. She held his body close and cried, hugging him as tight as she physically could. Stephanie cried until her eyes were red and puffy, until the tears were dried up and all that came out were strangled sobs.

Their friendship had ended on a bitter note months ago, but she still cared for Kennith. She held onto him for a bit before she got up, unplugged the screens and ran into the house to call someone, most likely the cops or someone she knew, on Kennith’s phone. The phone was stained with blood as she dialed someone to help her, to see if there was some magical way to help Kennith.

But he was long dead.

C-o-l-o-r