🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

𖤐 click here 𖤐

ETERNAL SUGAR COOKIE'S #1 GLAZER!!

just some dude who likes drawing and sometimes tweens and edits

[CAMERON]𖤐
[HE/THEY]𖤐
[🇵🇭]𖤐
[AROACE OMNIACHILLEAN TRANSGENDER]𖤐

𖤐ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ:
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜱʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ
ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ!
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ!

𖤐ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ:
ᴄʀᴋ
ᴋᴘᴅʜ
ʜᴏʀʀɪᴅ ʜᴇɴʀʏ
ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏɴᴇꜱ
ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ
ᴀʟɴꜱᴛ
ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ
ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ
ᴍʀ. ʜᴏᴘᴘ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ
ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ

𖤐 thanks for reading 𖤐


🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

I bought some puffy Kuromi stickers and THEYRE SO CUTEEEE



I drew Kuromi gijinka with it lol.

2 days ago | [YT] | 7

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

I'm debating whether I should be with black sapphire cookie or punch sugarfly cookie to be beside eternal sugar cookie

4 days ago | [YT] | 5

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

I'm gonna ask her out to the ball bc we have a ball next year

1 week ago | [YT] | 8

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

WHY DOES A KID FROM MY NEIGHBORHOOD LOOK LIKE MY MOTHER FIGURE

1 week ago | [YT] | 2

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

Bro can't hide

‪@GD-167‬

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 4

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

Chat am I cooked



My ❤ is weirded out from the fact I asked about her sexuality, and she's suspecting I have a crush on her (I do) IT'S HOW I GET TO KNOW SOMEONE 😭💀

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 5

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

Eternal Sugar Cookie was conceived by the witches not as a weapon nor as a servant, but as a benevolent force whose existence would soothe the weary hearts of mortals. Crafted with meticulous care and imbued with enchantments of sweetness and serenity, she embodied the essence of joy itself. Her creators believed that through her, the world might know a gentler rhythm, a reprieve from the harshness that so often defined human life. Thus, from the moment of her awakening, she radiated warmth born of pure intention, a quiet promise of solace to all she encountered. In her earliest days she was known as the Sugar of Happiness, a title that reflected both her nature and her purpose. She drifted through villages, forests, and hidden places of sorrow, carrying with her an assortment of delights spun from magic and compassion. To the grieving she offered confections that lightened the spirit; to the exhausted she delivered small, luminous miracles that rekindled their resolve. Her presence was felt like a soft breeze at dawn—refreshing, tender, and filled with unspoken comfort. Her gifts, though simple in form, possessed a profound ability to momentarily dispel the gloom that clung to wounded souls. Broken laughter could be heard again in homes that had long forgotten joy. Children who had lost their innocence to hardship found, if only for a moment, the wonder of carefree play. Even the elderly, worn by time’s relentless march, felt rejuvenated under her gentle influence. The witches observed her work with quiet pride, believing her to be an enduring blessing upon the world. Yet with each passing day, an uneasy truth began to take shape within her mind. The happiness she provided.. though sincere, though desperately needed.. was fleeting. The smiles she sparked would dim after a time, the warmth she shared would fade, and the sorrows she soothed would inevitably return. It pained her deeply to witness joy dissolve like mist beneath the morning sun. For all her efforts, she could not alter the fragile, transient nature of mortal contentment. This realization grew gradually, settling into her heart with the slow inevitability of twilight. She began to question the purpose for which she had been created. Was she merely a temporary balm, destined to be forgotten once her enchantments wore off? Was her task inherently futile, a perpetual cycle of offering a sweetness that could never truly endure? Such thoughts were foreign to her gentle spirit, yet they lingered, shaping her understanding of both the world and herself. Moved by a yearning to preserve happiness rather than merely kindle it, she turned her power toward creation. She envisioned a sanctuary untouched by suffering.. a realm where joy did not wane, where sorrow could not follow, and where hearts remained unburdened by the weight of existence. With meticulous care she began weaving this dream into reality, drawing upon the deepest reservoirs of her magic. What emerged was a paradisaical garden, resplendent in its tranquility. Within this garden, time itself seemed to soften. Blossoms of impossible colors unfurled without ever wilting, their petals humming with quiet, harmonious magic. Crystal-clear streams flowed with water that carried neither bitterness nor memory. Every corner of the sanctuary shimmered with the promise of lasting peace. Here, she believed, she had finally crafted a refuge where happiness could persist eternally.. where it would not crumble under the weight of human frailty or the inevitability of loss. Her companions, who had been tasked with different roles in the witches’ designs, were not so fortunate in their revelations. Confronted with the world’s suffering, many succumbed to darker emotions: wrath, envy, hatred, and the destructive impulses born of despair. They lashed out, embittered by their own limitations, their grief curdling into violent sin. But she, gentle by nature and inclined toward compassion, never felt the flame of anger take root within her. Her struggle took a quieter, more insidious form. As she withdrew into the paradise she had built, she succumbed not to rage but to the sin of sloth—the cessation of striving, the exhaustion of spirit, the relinquishing of meaningful effort. This sloth was not mere idleness; it was a profound spiritual inertia that dulled her will. In her pursuit of perfect happiness, she gradually abandoned the imperfect world she had once sought to comfort. The suffering beyond her sanctuary became a distant echo, a burden she no longer believed she could or should bear. Thus she dwelled within her flawless garden, surrounded by unchanging beauty yet touched by none of its promise. Though the sanctuary was radiant and serene, she remained suspended in a state of quiet resignation, neither joyous nor despairing. Her paradise, meant to preserve happiness, instead became a mirror to her own stagnation.. a world without pain, but also without growth. In forsaking the struggle inherent in joy, she relinquished the very essence of her purpose, becoming a silent figure in an eternal garden that neither challenged nor healed her.

never ask again

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 3

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

Me: I was super tired during school

Also me:

(Click full image teehee)

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 3

🌕CAMERONZ_MOON🌑

THEYRE SO IN LOVE ☹️☹️

ETERNALBERRY IS CANON SAY IT WITH ME!!

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 4