(April 1 - April 3, 2024)

Hiya <3!

I’d totally love to hear some of your head canons about your fave campers if you wanna gush about something! <3!

Hellooooo 👋 Thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about the campers. They are very precious to me. 🤍

Usually my mind goes blank when I am asked about headcanons, but I will think very hard about it for you. Some of these may be more of "interpretations" rather than "headcanons." I will try my best to keep it digestible. (Initially, I also wrote "short" but ha..hahaha NOPE. I'll place it under a cut.)

I'll start with Misha since he is my top fav. Let's see …

He's a bit rough, but his heart is in the right place. He is NOT heartless or emotionless. He has a sense of humor, but when it is time to be serious, he does NOT play around.

I do believe with my whole heart he is incredibly strong. His little stick arms appear deceptively weak - you'd be surprised.

and if he is to be believed, his telekinesis is so strong it can cause eyes to pop out. I believe he could break bones with it if the situation were dire (or if Maloof told him to do it…)

Lord only knows what the "Telekilliminiator" entails (misha voice) you do not want to see this move I am warning you.

Let's move away from violence for a moment. He is not outwardly affectionate, but he is not uncaring. He shows it in his own way.

and so, I imagine hugging him has all the warmth of hugging a plank of wood.

But he tolerates Maloof becoming clingy when afraid and cuddly when sleepy.

He is definitely an older brother. He has the protective older sibling instincts, I can tell. I bet he has many younger siblings.

I think he play fights with them often. Roughhousing is how he shows affection.

Maloof and Misha are like brothers in my eyes. Of course they are boss and bodyguard, but I think it's nice how there are some moments when Misha is playing with him or trying to teach him to get stronger.

He does not yell or hit. This is very important. (Every day, I am torn up inside because I drew him hitting Nils a while back … MISHA WOULD NEVER EVER DO THATTTT. I am so sorry for drawing him horrendously out of character.)

He respects the bears. He does not wrestle to hurt them (loosely quoting Campster, not verbatim.)

I am 50/50 on whether he would know Zoolepathy or not. It would be limited to bears. Even if he doesn't know it, they still understand each other in their own way.

He is very brave. He would never turn back from a fight.

And I think when it was his turn to encounter the 'hairless bear' he (tried to) wrestle it, but we know how well that went… It must have been frightening for Maloof to see Misha be defeated.

Is a gamer? There is a picture of Zangief on his Campster page …

Nature gives him peace (me too.)

I like the mystery of what is hidden beneath his hat. Not even I have an idea of what it looks like under there … ALTHOUGH, I have drawn him hatless (with hair showing! THE HORROR) but it was so cursed I deleted it. The world cannot handle hatless Misha.

As for anything regarding shipping, I do not ship him with anyone.

If you want to get his attention, mention anything pertaining to wrestling and/or bears. He'll perk right up like ? :)

I think that's all for my boy Misha. Let's move on to Clem and Crystal, my unstable babies. They are my second favorites, and I like them both equally. Given the nature of these characters, some of these may be upsetting. I will phrase my thoughts as respectfully as I am able to.

Let's start with Clem:

I'll begin with something light. I have given all the campers birthdays based on their zodiacs. I stuck the dates in a random generator and that is how it was decided. Anyway, Clem's is November 10.

Self-deprecating. It serves to take the punch (hehe) out of any insults, and as a cry for help.

His father is awful to him … always going on and on berating him about this and that.

Yeah? Well his dad's a deadbeat and he's projecting his own shortcomings. I made him up in my head for these purposes and I hate him.

And his mother does little to interfere. She's a dead inside husk of a woman (maybe that's where Clem gets it from…)

His parents are divorced, but they still live together. It's complicated.

And I also imagine he has two older brothers. They, too, are very mean to him. I think they are several years older than him. Not adults, but either nearing it or older teens.

All of this has left poor Clem feeling very jaded to the world, and he's just hit double digits…

He doesn't cry very much about it anymore. In fact, he doesn't feel very much anymore.

Tends to dissociate.

Insomniac.

He's given up, but I don't believe he is beyond recovery. He is so young. It is heartbreaking…

Has moments where his mask slips, but is generally better at concealing his inner turmoil than Crystal.

He doesn't strike me as someone very affectionate, but he lets Crystal hug him, hold his hand, etc. and he comforts her when she is upset.

The times he gets to be with Crystal are times when he feels happy, or at least he gets to have some semblance of inner peace, just for a while.

He really does care for her despite trying to drag her down with him. He wants to keep that "connection." His despair is part of his identity to him. It's kind of difficult for me to explain what I am trying to say. He wants to keep being able to relate to her, but he doesn't realize this hurts her and in turn, hurts him. IT'S COMPLICATED, sometimes our thoughts and emotions are contradictory.

Crystal initially gets him to give up the "project" but he winds up falling back into old habits.

It causes a rough strain on their friendship. He doesn't WANT to hurt her by being this way, but he's been this way for so long he doesn't know anything else. Can things really change for the better?

I like to think he DOES get better very slowly with help. It's slow progress, but progress nonetheless. I am so proud of you, Clem.

I don't ship him with Crystal. Their friendship (as flawed as it may be) is very important to me.

Speaking of Crystal, let's move on to her:

Her (randomly generated) birthday is September 22. In fact, I think she was the first one I assigned a random bday since I wanted more happy things to celebrate in September.

She dots all her i's with a puffy heart (Raz says so. I believe it 100%)

Seems to be very ticklish. If you tickle her with the feather, she has three different laughing lines. All of which are variations of hysterical laughter.

Alright let's get into the depressing parts. Her mother is overly-critical, prone to lashing out, and emotionally volatile. She is also dismissive of Crystal's issues, feelings, e.g. "You are NINE what problems could you POSSIBLY HAVE?"

Crystal does her best to avoid getting on her mother's bad side, but it is often a guessing game if her mother is in a bad mood or not …

Her mother's overly-critical nature has in turn made Crystal very harsh on herself. Making a mistake, no matter how small, can send her into a breakdown.

She is gullible and readily forgiving. This leads to her getting hurt repeatedly.

A bad liar. Her heart is too pure to truly lie. That's why Clem takes control when they have to make excuses. She goes along with whatever he says.

She tries her best to see the good in everyone.

She holds onto a tiny thread of hope in her heart, a tiny shred of naive optimism, but she loses her grip more and more.

She gives up the project (after re-braining)

She worries more and more about Clem…

I think she is affectionate with those she is close to. Poor girl needs a damn hug anyway. That's why I like to draw her hugging Clem.

I do not ship her with Clem. I don't ship her with anyone.

I just want to hug her and Clem as hard as I can. MY BAAAABIIIIEEEEESSSS.

Alright, let's move on to Phoebe and Quentin. For simplicity's sake, let's consider them my third favorites.

Let's start with Phoebe. I don't have a lot to say about her at the moment (still working on it), but I'll put together some thoughts I have:

Her (randomly generated) birthday is October 18.

I imagine lots of kids fear her at school due to her inclination to set things on fire. It's very upsetting for her. She only wants to help others.

Part of me wonders HOW she found out she can't burn Quentin (I know it's a mental block, but how did she know she had that?)

And on that note, I wonder so much about how she and Quentin became friends. I cannot articulate my thoughts on my idea of how it happened at the moment. (I know Quentin says the mental block is one of the reasons they are friends, but it's not the ONLY reason…)

She is protective of Quentin. She is ready to light up anyone who hurts him.

Feels very warm all the time. Probably nice to hug. Lucky for Quentin who hugs a lot.

I do not ship her with Quentin. Their friendship is important to me.

I don't have much to say regarding her therapist aspect, or at least anything I'd be able to properly articulate.

I feel bad I don't have much else to say about her currently.

YOU'RE A FIRESTARTER, TWISTED FIRESTARTER

And all that leaves is … QUENTINNNNNN COME ON, MY SELECTA

My little disc jockey. He makes me so happy. He occupies my thoughts most days. He's in my mind scratching and mixing all day. Let's see ...

(Brisk & Ham - Angel Eyes voice) i'm your dj

Drawing him with an expression besides happiness causes me great anguish. Fortunately, things do not get him down so easily.

I refuse to believe he swears. I know he says "damn" on Campster, but I think that's as far as he'll go. Even then, it still feels very wrong. He is very much a "dang" person.

He mentions that Kitty got him into scarves. The scarf is part of him now.

One of the most popular kids at camp due to his easygoing and likable nature. Maybe that and his charming looks have to do with being so popular with the girls…

But I don’t see him as the type to be interested in actually HAVING a relationship (using “relationship” very loosely because it’s all kiddie crushes) and more enjoys the chase rather than the catch. In other words, I don’t think he’d enjoy being with Kitty as much as he enjoys singing teeth-grinding songs about her.

I don’t think he would have fallen for Kitty if not for her influence. Even he seems a little surprised that he has a crush on her. ("I can't explain it. It's like she has a spell over me.")

Kitty is 100% screwing with him.

He is pacifistic and does not prefer to use the more offensive PSI-powers, but if the situation were very, very dire, he does have PSI-Blast in his arsenal … but it has to be an emergency. The power is not derived from anger, Quentin seldom gets angry, but instead derived from fear/desperation.

I wonder if he has tried to draw/design his own album covers. He should get Raz in on that.

I think he has maybe at least one younger sibling. Maybe a sister or something.

He HAD a dog, but it died last winter. How sad…

He's a good kid. I bet he keeps his room clean. (I've spent a lot of time thinking about what his room might look like. You can tell a lot about someone by their room.)

He has a hard time saying "no." He doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

Good at de-escalating conflict, especially useful when Phoebe is having a flare up.

Since Phoebe cannot ignite him, he is able to get away with teasing her more than anyone else would. It’s a sign of affection. They’re the kind of friends that can tease each other and it has no impact on their friendship.

Is it reaaaaalllllly a mental block that prevents Phoebe from burning him, or is it just the fact he is too chill to be ignited? (This is a joke.)

I know he's not chill all the time. He has moments when he can be a little passive aggressive.

Phoebe's ride or die. I like to think they remain friends long into their adulthood.

But he doesn't pursue a career as a Psychonaut. I think he pursues a music career. Without Phoebe, he becomes a solo act as a touring DJ. Heeyy, what would his DJ name be? DJ Levitator? hehe

Phoebe does pursue the Psychonaut route. They still keep in touch. (Long distance friendship is nothing new to them, after all)

Yes, I firmly believe that he hugs a lot. He says so on his Campster, but he is not clingy. He just likes to hug, and he'll respect your space if you aren't down with it.

I may draw him hugging, putting his arm around, other affectionate gestures, etc. with Phoebe, but I do not ship him with her. I value their friendship very much. (Have I made it obvious I'm not very into shipping? lol)

He doesn't have to say or do anything. His presence is just very peaceful and calming. (Good vibes, y'know)

Likes all kinds of music. Will listen to anything. Knows all sorts of genres. (The hardcore dubstep gregorian chant cotton eye joe whatever definitely influenced this one lol)

Also the type to send you a link to a song with only about 100 views and was uploaded 10 years ago, but it’ll be a damn good song. He is good at finding hidden gems.

He likes to attribute different songs to his friends. He'll make mixtapes for 'em too.

And I have many songs that I attribute to him lol. He is the only character to be graced with two dedicated playlists. Generally, breakbeat hardcore, DnB, jungle, ravebreaks, garage house, and happy hardcore make me think of him. Bonus points if they have lyrics like "take me higherrrr" or "I'll always be here by your side"

(And if you know your genres, most of those have an emphasis on drums. It is very intentional. It's like … the "electronic" sound I associate with DJs and DJing, and the drums tie to his friendship with Phoebe.)

I think that's all I have to say. We've made it to the end. Thank you for your time.

August 2022 Doodle Highlights

More doodles under the cut

(March 4 - March 27, 2025)

Walk, walk, fashion baby.

I saw these Barbie dolls and they reminded me of Milla.

Look at that. It's a real life background. I used references, but I drew it all myself.

DOING A GREAT JOB, BECKY! (alternatively: insert any mike ability Kirby sound effect here)

⚠️ WARNING: Explosive Materials

For my next trick, I will pull your brain out of your skull.

Seba & Lo Tek - Sonic Winds

This is an old drawing, but I still like it. This was done way before I started writing dates on everything, but I figured out that it's from November 1, 2019.

sooo I saw your old tomato adventure art and now I'm a fan of this series again. but the weirdest thing is that this all started with a dream.

but I'm also thinking about this one post but with Demi and Sel

LMAO

(I haven't drawn either of them since January I'm a little rusty but I felt the need to since I've never spoken to another Tomato Adventure fan before.)

(Gorillaz Grab Bag, 04-04-25) BACK ONCE AGAIN FOR THE RENEGADE MASTER. We meet again, Gorillaz fans. My sister went on a trip. As is tradition, I will send her pictures of characters until she returns. This year she requested Gorillaz, so I now have an abundance of pictures of them in my gallery… Time to draw.

A NAME YOU ALL KNOW, IT STARTS WITH A 2!!!

Did you know that there are a lot of drum n' bass remixes of Feel Good Inc? I wish there were a 2-step garage remix like this one part of this song (only have the vocals at normal pitch because 2D sounds drunk lol.) Anyway, I heart Russel. He's a fuckin' boss. I'd like to draw him again.

I have decided that Noodle is my favorite. I'm not ultra into Gorillaz, but I have always really liked DARE. I was once listening to it on loop years ago. Shit, I could be listening to it on loop right now.

This music video is cool but I want Murdoc to stop looking at me like that.

February 2023 Doodle Highlights

Psychics are in full swing. More under the cut. Special thanks to my sister for inspiring 99% of these.

Trick or treat! 🎃 (and Happy Halloween)

and a happy halloween to you! let's cap off the party house with a little slowdown of crystal and mikhail chilling on the roof.

In the clear, cloudless sky, the moon shines as a full, white circle. It burns unlike the sun, providing silver streams of light upon the neighborhood. Everywhere Crystal looks from her spot on the roof, sitting on the even slabs of cold, metal shingles, Halloween persists. While the families are dwindling, the trick or treaters her age are plentiful, dressed in form-fitting princess dresses, or contrasting their positive peers with witchy visages. They cheer and shout, still going from door to door reaping chocolate bars, such as the Grim Reaper quite literally using a scythe to scoop candy from a bowl on a stoop into his bag.

Crystal grins, folding her knees to her chest. She can’t tell the time, but no one seems to care. The hours melt together in darkness punctuated by moonlight accentuated with pops of orange and red colors. Nearly every home takes part in the festivities, her interest catching on a yard littered with open graves and rising, animatronic zombies. Their moans and groans echo, mingling with the howling of werewolves and filtering through fog seeping from nearby machines on separate lawns.

Extending her legs and shaking her polished, buckled shoes, Crystal examines her outfit. It’s far poofier than anything she would usually wear. The pleated dress is baby blue, the cotton fabric matching her wide apron and frilly stockings. She applied the paint herself, rosy red dots on her cheeks and nose to match the little bows sewn onto her apron. With her scarlet wig brushed and blow-dried to full perfection, she makes quite the lifelike Raggedy Ann.

She’s matching with Clem, and her friendly Andy is still slinking through the party. She had last seen him with Quentin and Phoebe before she made her way upstairs. She had split seconds to press herself into the handrail when Bobby dashed passed her, the feathered Raz hot on his heels, like they were teenagers all over again. She had to hope that the awfully realistic chainsaw the former waved was fake.

A window clicks. She looks over her shoulder, watching as a furry, brown arm pushes it out. With a little struggling, the figure wriggles their way through the rather cramped window. On their knees, their oversized helmet rolls off their head, their identity immediately bringing a smile to Crystal’s painted face.

“Ah, is Ann,” Mikhail says, wearing, quite possibly, the most surprising attire out of the entire entourage. The bear costume covers Mikhail from head to toe in overgrown, deep brown fur. The grizzly’s paws and claws are a tad bulbous, giving an overall exaggerated feeling to the costume. Compared to Dogen’s bunny onesie, Crystal had been able to see his face, as this headpiece completely concealed Mikhail’s face and replicated a hulking grizzly bear to a level of stark realism.

Crystal offers a quick wave. “Oh, hey, Misha! What’s up? Partying treating you good?”

He approaches, carrying his headwear under his arm. “Yes. By yourself?”

The underlying concern would have been dismissed with a sharp laugh or brisk wave of her hand. But now, she arches her back and clutches the shingles, making herself more comfortable as she stretches. “Yeah, just needed a breather. No biggie.”

“Then, care for company?” “Always!” She pats the spot next to her, beaming as he sits.  “Super cool bear costume, by the way, but isn’t it hot in there?” “Not at all. Provides nice, thick warmth in face of the elements.” Mikhail rubs his thin cheek with a paw that smothers his face. “In fact, wind doesn’t feel as nice as I hoped without bear head. Crisp and refreshing, yes, but carries bothersome humidity. Will probably rain soon.”

She snickers, catching a duo leaving the party. As they pull themselves up the paved, stony path, she quietly gasps, and her humor fades. “Hey, is that Lili down there with Dogen? It’s still pretty early to go home.”

He leans into her, setting his headpiece behind them. “Ah, he suffered from a bad headache. I felt his psychic energy leaking. Came up here to avoid any messy consequences, but seems to now be under control.”

“Aw, I hope the noise wasn’t too much.” Crystal tugs on her earlobes, frowning. “Then again, my ears are still ringing, so I get where Dogen’s coming from. I shouldn’t have stood so close to Quentin’s speakers.” She takes off her wig, her hair net slightly tugging on her sweaty tresses. Suppressing a yawn, she leans back. The moonlight blankets her, and Mikhail follows suit. He lies down, as well, and the silence is comfortable. Without nagging gnats or mosquitoes, the chill in the air enough to put them to rest, Crystal is soundless, at peace, content to listen to muffled music and musing thudding through the roof.

She doesn’t know how long it lasts. It could be minutes. It could be a full hour. With Mikhail’s calming presence, the dull buzzing gradually disperses. Her mind is as tranquil as the breeze.

And when a particularly amused voice intervenes, Crystal’s smile widens.

“So, am I the only one who thinks Kitty looks pretty ridiculous in that top hat?”

Clem makes himself known as he climbs through the open window. Dressed in baggy dungaree overalls and a striped, plaid shirt, Clem looks the part of Raggedy Andy with his matching wig and polished shoes. He joins them with a red Solo cup, the punch smelling too fruity for Crystal’s liking, or it might be liquor. She never cared for the either.

“As ridiculous as former Leatherface bully swinging around fake chainsaw,” Mikhail says as he rolls up. “More of a nuisance than a killer.” She lets loose a dramatic sigh. “Oh, good, it is fake. I almost got clipped with that thing.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past Bobby to lug around the real deal,” Clem admits, sitting next to her, and as soon he makes himself comfortable, a new clamor arises, primarily consisting of particular revving. “Oh, well, speak of the devil, and the devil will answer.”

Mikhail cracks his knuckles. As the apparent chase changes venue to the outside yard, and Raz and Bobby shout at each other, he sets his headpiece on straight. He flexes his arms, bounces in place, and states, “Well, will be seeing to the matter. Might be good challenge with an acrobatic dove and chainsaw-wielding lunatic. See you in a while.”

As he approaches the edge of the roof, Crystal chirps, “Bye bye, crocodile!”

He slowly looks over his shoulder. “Is Misha.”

With those parting words, Mikhail casually levitates down. As he enters the fray to the startled sound of Bobby and Raz’s shrieks, Crystal snickers and shakes her head. Clem knocks back his drink.

“That guy-” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “-is still a total enigma.”

“His bear costume is really great, though, right?” “Oh, totally. I’m just dumbfounded about how he’s not sweltering in that furry mass.”

“It’s like you said, Clem. Misha is an enigma, just a totally cool enigma.”

September 22 is Crystal's (non-canon randomly selected from Virgo dates) birthday, so I did what any normal person does and made some drawings.

Ніс!!!👃