iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 05/07/2025

how th do I draw tactical gear, the more I search for references the more convince I am I can't do it

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 04/04/2025

good news, I dont have cancer! one less thing to worry abt

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

the urge to "borrow" Sundays design and give it to my oc is unimaginable, he would look so cool

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marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

my take on this, here's me and Alexis/Alexei (ik not very creative name but I like it) draw u and ur oc #oc

picture of Neil N. holding a plushie of Astarion

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

now that's progress, first is like from 2y ans second from 6 months, but I still use poses fro reference

second art of this oc from half a year ago

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marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 04/03/2025

how I be when sm mentions me in a call full of ppl idk

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 04/03/2025

"_ is scared to see me coming" nah bro, I'm scared to see "online interaction w new ppl" coming

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

gave him a hair tie, gotta mark my territory (this one ain't leaving, even if I need to lock him in basement)

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marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

as my follower/moot ya need to be prepared for whimsical hyper fixation posts or total delusional 'they let me outta asylum' shittalk

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

I will never forget how I told my (now ex) gf that I've been exactly 1y clean from sh and she just went "okay" and continued scrolling on her phone 💀💀💀

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

found a man chill enough I can yap abt my 2m shlong and say his is smaller

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 11/02/2025

how did my music taste evolve from midwest emo and indie to electric and industrial

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marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 06/02/2025

fuck this, entering "idgaf" era anyway, otherwise soon I would end up in a rubber room with rats

on type of shi that makes me wanna stay late at bars and drink the pain away like a middle aged man

I gen cannot express my feelings if I wont turn them into whimsical jokes and memes

pulled a 10/10 baddie but at what cost

my bad, sorry for depressing posting, not so autistic and whimsical of me

is it gonna be uni student session lock in or self sabotage stare at the wall for hours day

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unfortunately my brain doesn't see a difference between love and depressive episode

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I ain't no gods strongest soldier, mfs decided to make me an overthinker w attachment issues

I'm dead Because I lost myself again I can't look in the mirror without seeing a whore I know I will never be enough I fear the moment your replies and attention will stop I'm already dead, Because I care too much and that was just one evening. ~Marcy P.K

I'm dead Because I'm too far gone I smile at the memory of our conversation I laugh thinking of more jokes you would like I crave yet another touch (+)

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I was dead. The hours I spent studying your features, to draw you in perfect line. I was dead. The time my stomach began to twist from fear and pain, because I yet again got attached too quickly. (+)

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I was dead. The second my heart dropped, as I caught myself smiling at your picture. I was dead. The moment I realised, that I've been craving more interaction. I was dead. The minute I began crying, from missing your text. (q)

Once, but that 'once' is gone, and so are you. ~Marcy P.K

I walk, thinking constantly, of your golden locks that shined in the sun; of your small lips that looked so adorable; of your captivating eyes that pierced through me; of your soft, warm skin that i loved to cuddle; (+)

I walk, nervously, and look around, even thought I'm anxious. I walk, hoping to catch your eyes in the crowd, which will make me freeze in place but warm my heart. (+)

I walk, step by step, through the bustling crowd of people which have their own life their own thing to do their own worries. (+)

To be loved by an artist, is a great thing, but for the artist? Not so much ~Marcy P.K

But to be an artist who loves their Muse, is a constant state of pain, miserability, is a horror with weirdly comfy monster, is a stab to the stomach with the prettiest knife, is a headache from all the tears they used to make the canvas prettier, is an isolated room with small ray of sunshine. (+)

To be loved by an artist, is to be their higher being for which they would carve their skin and loose their blood, just to show how they see the Muse through their tired loving eyes. (+)

To be loved by an artist, is to became a Muse. A great factor, that births beauty. To be loved by an artist, is such a powerful role. But how much deranging for an artist can it be. The more miserable they become, the more they captivate the beauty of their Muse. (+)

It will gaslight, yell and abuse you, to the point you loose all that once were "you". This feeling, is Love. ~Marcy P.K

It precisely shots you in the right place, to make sure you will bleed out slowly and die in pain. It turns the knife in your stomach, helping you pull out your guts. It will drown you, set on fire and bury you alive, so you won't fight. (+)

This feeling, it puts you in the most miserable state, depriving you of your sane will. It clings to your chest and burns hot, leaving painful, hard to heal scars. It throws you into the hole of insanity, where you pray or beg to be out or to stay. (+)

I promised to post some poems,but note, I don't follow any regulations bc I write them how I want, I think they could be named sth but idk in eng

I might start posting my silly small poetry in here

marcy🌿🚦 @haydenchain.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

how do normal people love, cus I be paranoid, either being happy or crying in loop through the day and it feels painful enough to draw that person and wrote tons of poetry

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tbf I'm not a big fan of mustard but I can't take that

Golden fields. Vintage bookshops. Aged cheeses.
Your soul is mustard: a grounded blend of earthy wisdom, enduring strength, and a hint of spice. You navigate life with the robust and hearty character of a mustard seed, resilient and full of flavor. Your spirit is wise and unassuming, offering a blend of practicality and a zest for life in those around you. In your presence, there's a sense of depth and richness, like the golden glow of a harvest field or the savory depth of a well-aged cheese. You embody the virtues of resilience and the joy of life's simple, earthy pleasures, encouraging others to appreciate the richness of everyday experiences and to find stability in their roots. Your approach to life is practical and enriching, inspiring a love for tradition and a deep appreciation for the hearty aspects of life.