Hi there!
I'm Jade the Art Gremlin
Iff possible just call me Jade
About me!
I'm Aroace and a minor (no being weird pls)
I like the color orange
Pronouns are she/her/hers
I yap peoples ears off
I am Christian but support LGBTQIA+ (I am one), Therians, Furries, and Atheists
I have medically diagnosed autism, ADHD, and OCD
I'm very friendly and chatty
I do not understand brainrot
I normally do traditional art so my online and digital stuff isn't that good
I am a self taught artist
I respect and support everyone!
I take voice lessons and do a lot of music and singing :)
WHOOHOO STRAWPAGE (idm im tired) https://jadetheartgremlin.straw.page/
I mostly post silly doodles and remixable bases, and I don't take commissions (not enough skill yet)
My interests!
-Art (Obviously)
-books
-biological sciences
-Spiritfarer (a video game by Thunderlotus, look it up, its awesome)
-Murder mysteries
-forensic sciences
-Hunger Games Trilogy & prequels <3
"If I had a nickel every time I did something stupid, I would not have to be smart to make a lot of money."
-IceCreamSandwich
“I would like to make something clear to all those who love and support me, GET OUTTA HERE, GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, Incoherent sounds GET!” -IceCreamSandwich
Should I start posting my traditional art? it's better than my digital stuff :3
<3 ty for reading!
Oft I'd heard of Lucy Gray
And when I crossed the wild
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew
She dwelt where none abide
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Upon the mountainside
You yet may spy the fawn at play
The hare among the green
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen
"Tonight will be a stormy night
You to the town must go
And take a lantern, child, to light
Your mother through the snow"
"That, father, will I gladly do
'Tis scarcely afternoon
The village clock has just struck two
And yonder is the moon"
At this the father turned his hook
To kindling for the day
He plied his work; and Lucy took
The lantern on her way
As carefree as a mountain doe
A fresh, new path she broke
Her feet dispersed the powdery snow
That rose up just like smoke
The storm came on before its time
She wandered up and down
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reached the town
Her wretched parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them as a guide
At daybreak on a hill they stood
That overlooked the scene
And thence they saw the bridge of wood
That spanned a deep ravine
They wept and, turning homeward, cried
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet
Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small
And through the broken hawthorn hedge
And by the long stonewall
And then an open field they crossed
The marks were still the same
They tracked them on, not ever lost
And to the bridge they came
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks, one by one
Into the middle of the plank
And further there were none
Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild
O'er rough and smooth she trips along
And never looks behind
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind
"can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?"
: ̗̀➛"The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story "
: ̗̀➛"Be who YOU are and say what YOU feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind "
: ̗̀➛"Be yourself, everyone else is already taken "
: ̗̀➛"Most parents will do anything for their kid except for letting them be free "
: ̗̀➛"Don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm "
: ̗̀➛"What good are wings without the courage to fly?"
: ̗̀➛"Why do you like thunderstorms? Because it shows that even nature has to scream sometimes “
: ̗̀➛"People cry not because they are weak, but because they have been strong for far too long "
: ̗̀➛"My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself .
: ̗̀➛"Dead people receive more flowers than living people because regret is stronger than gratitude "
: ̗̀➛"The seats are empty, the theatre is dark Why are you still acting?"
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Yes, I am a dork :3