Ah yes, your Modum Opus. It has amounted a whopping 3 views and 2 likes. Eat that, 20-something-year-old makeup artists!
This took you months to draw and depicts your Exvulnerum OC: Evan O'Kendrick, putting his hand out to stop your other OC: Dzuno, from forcing him to watch crappy movies, like Spy Kids 4. He's cursed, you see, and has to go on an adventure while being followed by a blonde-haired heroine named Abby Istobull. Some original stuff, you're quite proud of it.
You'll never admit this to anyone, but you learned to draw from those "How to draw manga" books. No one can know that your pristine art style has weeb roots. Just imagine if someone found out that Leonardo Da Vinci used to watch K-On! The world would fall into chaos!
It's pretty barren, as far as front-yards go. A dirt hole remains where a mail-box once stood, it's flappy-swingy doodad arm dealie standing up-right, like a flagpole in the wind. Your uncle removed it temporarily when you pried off the aforementioned arm-doodad and proceeded to use it as a knife in order to torment the girl-next-door's cat.
Speaking of pets, HAETAE is lounging on the grass. You're not actually sure what breed he is. The Old Crone who sold him to you said he was a dog but, honestly, he's more like a lion crossed with a rhino and a hedgehog. He weighs a tonne and his fur feels like a bunch of needles. You learned that the hard way when you came home one day only to be assaulted by 500 pounds of dog and prickles. Since then, you've kept a bell around his neck so you can hear his ninja-attacks.
By, "See who's online", do you mean on Cresnov or ArtLand? The answer is 'no one' to both instances, but details are important y'know! You suppose there's that Marken guy you were talking to a second ago, but he disappeared while you were getting distracted by your Lion-dog-thing.
Additionally, you check out your inventory system. After reading a thorough amount of Homestuck (the first Act only), you crafted a replica of the infamous Sylladex system.
... Okay, so you just like to imagine your pockets are a Captchalogue sorting system, but it's the mental image that really counts! Right now, your pockets are empty, but there is enough room to fit a number of small objects in there!
... Okay... So you know sometimes things appear in your room because you fail to notice them until it's mentioned, but this was definitely not here a second ago. The weird window thing sits on your only bare wall, it's glassy surface blank aside from your reflection. A wire from behind leads to the back of your laptop.
With a click of a button, the window-wall whirs to life, each panel flashing a distinct color. It's oddly... alluring. You feel drawn to its rather shiny surface, as though it were a free 5-star 3-course meal at a fancy uptown restaurant. Wait, no, your body as actually being pulled toward it, that shouldn't be happening.