Dedicated to my chosen family, you have taught me that bonds run deeper than blood, and to the people behind the Camp Monsters podcast and Gravity Falls. Much of my work just wouldn’t be the same without its influence.
Folding themselves into the far corner and letting the floorboard and rug close atop them and cover them, the brothers sat in tense silence for what seemed like eternity, barely daring to breathe. Though he couldn’t see very well in the pitch-black of their hidey-hole, Naga knew Snek’s face must’ve been mirroring his; pinned ears, an uneasy frown, and wide eyes filled with a sense of wariness not unlike a small animal waiting for a predator to pass over.
“I didn’t realize the giants were actually getting this close to the town,” a male voice sounded softly through the trees, tone pensive. “They’re supposed to be skittish, aren’t they?”
Making his way to the edge of the schoolyard to watch the mist and the trees through the chain-link fence, Leroy found himself fixating on an old fire lookout tower and pondering it until the bell rang.
“So, what’s the plan for dinner?” Avery blazed the trail ahead of Ryder, already on the next subject. It was hard for the shorter of the pair to keep up this time around, their body weighed down by countless questions. Truth be told, they had no dinner plan. How could they when there were arguably more important questions at hand? “Ryder? Earth to Ryder!” Ryder walked directly into their sibling’s chest. Avery stood in front of them like a wall,…
Just as one set of questions was answered, a whole new set unfurled like ferns in spring. Ryder heaved a sigh and shook their head in the rapidly dimming light, watching as the last of the sun seemed to follow the girl like a loyal pet.
Two figures – one in red plaid with antlers and the other in a gold-trimmed cloak – stood parallel across the water to her, looking as startled as she was.
A powerful goddess of justice and the natural order of things, Nameless One makes her debut in this incredibly eerie art piece! Honestly, the lighting process on this thing wiped the floor with me, but the end result makes me very happy. It was heavily inspired by “The Yawning Grave” by Lord Huron, as the melody and lyrics of the song perfectly fit Nameless One’s character. Fun little fact about Nameless One: She was one of my first-ever transgender characters!…
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…
A god-awful sound like the death of a thousand wild souls all at once, raging against the tide of the world. Things snapped into sudden clarity for just a moment. Bright eyes and masks and golden trim and twin heads, but above all else, the face of her brother standing a few feet in front of her, only to watch her be torn away by the waking world.
The nextdoor neighbors had one of the strangest lawns Cecelia’d ever laid eyes upon. Among other things, they appeared to have an army of lawn gnomes, a fake skeleton in a barrel, a whole flock’s worth of plastic flamingos, and a life-sized fake horse.