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…
This will sound stupid, but do you ever just kind of lose the will to live? Not wanting to die, necessarily, but losing the will to live. Losing the will to enjoy the food you eat every day instead of simply eating because you must. Losing the will to enjoy your time with family because it’s fun instead of just doing it because they’ll start to worry if you don’t. Losing the will to sleep because it’s a nice way…
“Ouch!” Cecelia hissed in pain as she rubbed the back of her head, looking around in confusion and fear. She might’ve also said some words that her father would be very much not proud of her saying, though she’d never admit to it. From somewhere in the woods, something was screaming, and it had woken her up in a manner she wasn’t at all happy about from a dream that had just been starting to get interesting. She was almost…
Cecelia nervously stared out the window of the family car, trying to fathom what she had just seen. That cliff they had just passed… had she really seen what she’d thought? She could’ve sworn there were two figures there at the top, just kind of standing there and watching the road. She hadn’t seen them for long, of course, and couldn’t make out much during the time that she had seen them, but Cecelia was near certain they were there,…
Eyyyy! It’s some content! In a desperate attempt to have something to show to my dear viewers, I started trying to do the 100 face challenge, a challenge where you basically try to draw 100 different facial expressions over the course of 100 days or so. Because my schedule is usually busy, I’ll only be doing something for this challenge once every week or so, but the spirit remains the same. For my first face, I opted to do Leroy….