God is not supposed to be able to become ill. She is not supposed to be able to die. She is not supposed to be found by her archangels coughing up mysterious black liquid onto the floor of her chambers at 9:31 PM on a Tuesday night. It’s unheard of! Unthought of! It simply doesn’t happen! So why was Gabriel now sitting in a hallway, hands covered in black sludge the likes of which he had never seen before, heaving…
Honestly, there’s a lot of things I could say right now, and all of them would be true. I could say that Hell Followed With Us is a testimony to the pent-up anger against the church that many LGBTQ+ youth hold due to the large role it has played in our oppression. I could say that Hell Followed With Us is a book that shows the true horror of biblically accurate angels in a dystopian post-apocalyptic world. I could say…
There’s something absolutely exhausting about feeling like compared to others you aren’t valid, yet feeling obligated to help the ones whose shadows you stand in. I sit next to people who have dealt with far worse things than I have and it almost feels like a contest to see who has more problems when they bring up things that have happened to them. In the friend circles I’ve been in, I’ve often felt like I’m supposed to take care of…
I was designing a bunch of cats recently and I’m opting to post them here on my sight to show off what they look like, since some of them look really good.
Seaward would have been having a fine afternoon if it wasn’t for all the bears. He’d been working his tail off all day to keep the furry fiends from causing too much chaos and potential danger around town, and it was starting to get incredibly tiring. Who knew bears could be so darn persistent? He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to head home and relax but, well, duty came first, and until the bear problem was resolved breaks…
Peggy stared out the window of her farmhouse home, watching the storm outside rage on with lightning, thunder, and dark clouds. Felce would always insist it was science, the clouds grinding against each other to create bolts of electricity and getting so heavy with the water in them that it began to fall to the ground below, but Peggy wasn’t so sure. Felce was sarcastic and scientifically minded, unlike Peggy, who was earnest and whimsical. Peggy was certain there was…
The bear trap around his neck hurt so much and the blood was dripping onto the forest floor as he walked, painting a crimson trail with every footstep he took. It was a cold autumn day with the sun gradually sinking lower in the sky, and Wolf was all alone in his troubles, fatigued and lost. The chain dragging across the rocks as he plodded along was heavy and dragged him down, causing him to have to keep his head…
Okay, so I’ve got an important question that I came up with this morning and I wanna ramble about it for a little bit. Why is it so hard to tell when someone’s a bitch and when you’re a bitch? I feel like maybe this is a problem only I have due to my personal experiences as an autistic person, but maybe I’m wrong and others will relate to this (in which case good, because that means I’m not alone)….
Oh my god I’m finally making a post here again after a whole two months or so of be dormant on this site. You might’ve thought I was dead, but nope! Much like every horror movie villain ever, I’m back in action, baby! This time with some art I’ve done over the months to proudly show to you and place forever on the refrigerator that is my site. This is one of my more recent art pieces this month! I…
Mistwalkers Other names: None Classification: Elemental, (possibly) sentient Survival rate upon encounter: Medium Population level: Medium Diet: Cannot eat Lifespan: Unknown Mistwalkers are a species of foggy-headed, long-legged, deerlike creatures that amble through the forests on misty days. They can be anywhere from 10 to 30 feet tall and are known for having an extremely spindly and delicate build. They are possibly sentient and able to feel pain, but do not speak and instead low like a cow would, occasionally…