I'm sharing Mallowhouse in other spaces now. The panic I get overthinking its perception to readers is crippling. Even still, I'm committed to sharing it.

Got hit with a pang of infatuation. Caught me off guard. Nothing specific, simply that intense adoration for life. I liked that feeling, I look forward to feeling it again.

We clockworkin' today on some wound-up doodles. Key yourself in for a minute if you got a tick :3c CLOCK PUNS WOO! \o/ picarto.tv/CambionCreat...

Feeling as if I'm in the deep end of my creative process. The further I go the less I feel I can share, talk about my work. Gets kinda lonely down here.

Despair and death fills commons this week. With reverence we continue, drawing inspiration from the kindness those before us left behind. Remember fondly and fiercely, and may those memories of the many brilliant creative minds that left us spur you to make your own creation and share it boldly.

Was sittin' on this a while, decided "Fuck it, share it anyway". Hound-soldier self-detonation play. ||It's not safe to overflow something so dangerous with this much power, sister...but then again, it's worth the risk if only to feel alive again, isn't it.|| 💣✨

I think I figured out why being corrected pisses me off so much. I express myself intentionally through my words and my art. When I put those to the page, it is what I meant to do. When others pick at details or grammar, I don't see them trying to help. I see someone trying to feel superior to me.

I'll never trust a mf that says "teehee", ironically or otherwise. It feels like a shorthand request to have their teeth inverted.

Here's a link to the first page of the first chapter of my new comic series, Tales from Anteria. This chapter's name is Stray Star, and it follows a stranger lost in the woods who finds a troubled world. See you out there, wanderer. ✨ 🔞18+ CW in the description. www.furaffinity.net/view/66121336/

Oh yeah, no stream today on account of my brain simply refusing to let me move the pen today. Guess I'm a bit burnt out. See you Sunday.

Sometimes a little destruction is necessary for something constructive to happen. For instance, killdozing the moralist crowd that fritters along the edges of things you make that they deem reprehensible allows one to expand your expression into the gap their baseless cries once resided.

God cowers in heaven cuz all the vorists are down here 'n I know plenty that would take the challenge to devour omni-potency if given the opportunity.

When the homie wanna tell me about the cool stuff they're making

Some creatures view the world through the eyes of fear. Others, the eyes of unfettered intrigue and hope for a "low but not zero probable chance of the wildest fantasies coming to fruition". |3c

blast jumping across the planet to kick a deity's ass

I'd be a better super villain than the ones in reality. For instance, being evil means sharing my lunch with you, knowing full well it's not safe for organics, and finding amusement seeing how my kind's nutritional requirements warp the body of another, turning a casual meal into an encounter~

Authority complex? No it's not, my version of reality is simply more fun for me to perceive than yours.

Being made of mallow has its perks

Another day to seize, specifically around it's neck to make it look me in the eyes and say "Yes, Sir".

More vore settings should end in prion disease and I'm not kidding. I need delirious anthros with huge churning bellies bashing their head open against the doorjam in a convenience store at 2am while the clerk with phone clenched in hand and a last-call boozer stand aghast at the visceral neurosis.

we doin' PWYWs with a twist! I choose the theme! Come on by and hang out or don't! I'll draw stuff anyway! picarto.tv/CambionCreat...

No stream today, hardly slept. Stream'll be tomorrow. Thanks for understanding.

The more I write, the more I realize how dysfunctional my various reflections appear, which is to say I am entirely functional if you don't look at me too closely.

I give the nastiest physical and emotional trials to my cutest fursonas and this will not change until global consciousness is achieved.

If anyone needs me you can find me dozing under the brambles on a handmade quilt talking to spiders while admiring their handywork in the middle of a PNW summer circa 1993

Losing my cool immediately because I have to set up an account that needs a phone number from a device that's dead and the capcha's unavailable so the email can't be verified anyway and to top it all off I can't open the new device because it too has a passcode on it I don't have kill KILL KILL KILL

I fail to take my own advice and love myself as much as I love others. I think I need to try pavlov-ing myself into a person that can love themselves again, and then give the trigger to everyone around me.

Nice people scare me. If you have to be nice, you're hiding something insidious. You will deny this at first. You always do. But you'll start to feel the urge to question why you conceal yourself this way, soon to realize you're burying a fear an authority instilled into you long ago. And I see it.

You're belief becomes your truth. You project your truth into reality. You will be treated in kind to your truth. Will you destroy your self-worth again and stay down like a chained dog, or will you grant yourself the grace and love those before you could never grant themselves?

To say I'm too far gone is to assume I'm incapable of returning. And you'd be right. I never intended to stay the same forever. It's not too late to abandon a hopeless standard together.