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For the DR ask game 💙

— 🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

— 🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

— 🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

{+ if you have an s/o}

— 🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

EEEEEEEK IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS!!!! Thank you so much!!

I will be answering from my MPHFPC DR self, Eleanor Peregrine :>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. 🍏

The first time I’ve ever created my own loop. The sparks I felt coming from my hands, my wings being in flames, seeing the world spin around me as I floated in the air. The wind whipping around me and then it all stopped. It paused, time paused for me. I looked around the once powerful waves of the Wales ocean, now still as a stone. And once I set my pocket watch back, everything went back to motion. The loop was inside of the already created 1940 loop in Cairnholm, and it spanned a few feet wide, it wasn’t much, but it was my first loop. The intense feelings of pride and excitement and exhilaration flowed through my veins like nothing else. That was the moment I felt how truly powerful I was

2. 🍅

I promised myself to never tell this to Emma, but once Abe left, Miss P would ask me to go outside the loop to check in on him at different points of his life. No normal ever saw me, as normals see me as a mourning Dove while peculiar folk see me in my white-phoenix form. I was there when Abe got married, when Franklin and Susan were born, I watched them grow up. I remember how disappointed Abe was that they weren’t peculiar, but he loved them greatly. I would report back to Miss P after every visit, she loved him as her own son and it made her happy to know he was safe and had his own family. it was years later that I went back to check in on Abe, as Miss P decided it was time to stop meddling and let him move on. But now, I left on my own reasons. I had gone to visit Abe give him hell about not answering Emma’s letters, because the week before I came to visit she had a full mental breakdown because of some shit Enoch said about Abe leaving her behind. She begged me to check in on him and to find any form of consolation. But when I got to Florida, it was 7-year old Jacob who answered the door. I was stunned, I could basically see the peculiarness fuming off of him. I introduced myself as a relative to Abe’s neighbor as to not cause suspicion. I ended up giving Abe hell later that day after hanging out with Jacob for a bit. when I got back to Cairnholm, I couldn’t allow myself to tell Emma about Jacob, after I told Emma about Abe getting married and having kids, she wouldn’t speak for months. Now if she knew he had a grandkid, I couldn’t let that happen again. It would be only until Jacob got to Cairnholm that she found out, and thankfully it went well.

3. 🍊

Of course I’m going to say the hidden part of the beach at Cairnholm. We’ve spend endless hours there, it is our go to place for every hang out, date, or party. We walk the beach twice every day, we go swimming, we practice our peculiarities without worrying there would be normals. It is our sanctuary, where we can be us, and not be confined in the house. We can breathe as we run through the thick forestry to get out to the cold waters.

4. 🍉

(so I made a recent change to my MPHFPC script, as well as the rest of my scripts, that my S/O in all of my DR’s is my boyfriend in my CR)

I’m about to rant a lil bit teehee

THE WAY THIS MAN OH MY LAWD-

He is so sweet and gentle and funny and cute and silly and smart OH MY BIRDS HE IS SO SMART

He looks at me like I am the world in his palm, he kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, he holds me so tight that all I can feel is our warmth and our hearts beating. I’ve never felt so much love and affection and mutual respect for another person. I could never choose one favorite part of him, because everything about him is perfect to me. Yet I understand his flaws, his own burdens, his angst, and I accept and love every bit of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

thank you so much for the ask, I love answering things about my DRs and it brings me so much motivation ❤️

Happy shifting everyone!!! ♾️

TIFU

okay so I was sitting in the middle of my psychology class today, re-reading my own fanfic to look for any loopholes I may have missed when my teacher comes out of fucking nowhere and sees my screen. I briefly think that my life is over but instead of yelling at me he nodded and said that he "loves to read that fic" in his spare time. he said that he "really hopes that one of the characters is able to recover from what the author is putting them through" and I just sat there and nodded because WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IN THAT SITUATION?! he also said that the character I was going to kill off (for the plot) was his favourite because of how kind he was.

what do I do

Meet Avrora, the Fantasy Character INSPIRED by Aloy!I hope you like it and if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Work for a movement to make StoryTime a Timekeeper/Narrator ship name. I'm doing my part with main blog post. And I might be trying to write something as well. *Trying* (never written a fic before)

Making decent character designs with rats again

i was on my way to the library when i noticed my shoe lace undone. i bend down to tie it but i’m having a bit of trouble since i’m carrying a tote bag that kept slipping off my shoulder as well as my lunch box and a thermos cup. this stranger comes out of nowhere and offers to carry my things while i tie my shoe lace. it was such a random little act of kindness that instantly warmed my heart and had me smiling like a fool. it made me think about how random small acts of kindness such as those could make someone’s shitty day even a little bit brighter and how lovely it is for humans to simply act kindly towards one another without expecting anything in return.

I would like to announce that my little brother is a little bitch (nongendered) and I love him dearly.

I was texting him about a recent tragic realization about strawberries. And this little fucker who stole my height and testosterone from before the womb goes:

Little Bro: so that's bananas, pecans, milk, and strawberries

LB: all hurt your mouth

LB: gonna need to Kevorkian you with a banana split in a few years at this rate

Anyway I called him a cunt and I feel justified in that action. We love each other very much.

And that's very much how I see current Tim and Damien's relationship with each other. It's fun to playfully hate on a sibling who can bite back. It's flyting, but without the poetry.

Hey! Hey you!

Yes, you! The person who thinks too much about comic book characters and deep dives into esoteric subjects in order to create a free work of art?

How's your typing speed? How quickly could you learn a new way to type? Do you like knowing things, often terrible things, that other people don't? Can you bear the weight of both banality and daily tragedy? Does the idea of a stressful job make you bare your teeth in a feral grin, welcoming the challenge?

Do you get fed up with the American court systems? Does the frustration of injustice and the feeling of helplessness choke you out at night?

Now is a fantastic time to look into the field of a Stenographer, or a Court Reporter.

Every court case must be legally and accurately documented and frankly there aren't enough stenographers to go around. Especially since a great number of them will be moving into retirement age in the coming years.

It's a no-breaker that the government is on fire, but we can't just shut it down until a roiling mass of different peoples somehow agree on a better way to get shit done. There are people in the now who need to have their cases heard sooner rather than later and Court Reporters are essential to that happening.

***I'm not claiming that this is or has ever been my job, either! There's like one person on this site who has confirmation of at most which state I lived in years ago and that's because we're personal email-level friends. Please be careful about what info you share on the Internet.

***That being said, I've held some fairly atypical jobs over the years and so have many friends of mine. They can be honestly fun to talk about and it's always fun to make someone realize that yes, that thing would have to be a job, that's an actual job thing to do. And I like to talk up my friends' wild experiences as well!

Lemme share a story with you.

I got my first laptop as part of my school-provided college gear back in the day and back then the only places for fanfiction were either niche circles where each author had their own website that hosted their works and a small selection of other authors who were their friends all connected by hyperlink... Or fanfiction.net.

It was wild times on the Internet, my friend. It was very difficult to keep track of stories.

But! I visited home after some time and mentioned to my little brother that my computer was running slow. He, being the more tech-minded of us, volunteered to check it out, so I opened it up and brought up a new tab for him to look stuff up if needed.

It was not needed.

"Deadname." My brother was taking very calming breaths. "I know having multiple tabs open is convenient... But you should not have so many that they look like a Mario SPIKE PIT!"

Zero lessons have been learned since then, but it was very funny to watch his face changing colors.

I be like: I wonder why these pages are taking so long to load :/

My thirteen opened tabs:

Casual Life Update:

Remember that cat my grandparents stole a few months ago? His name is Dos. Because he was part of a litter of 4 kittens. So they were named Uno, Dos, Tres, and Kevin, because the neighbors couldn't remember Quatro.

Grandma calls him Do-si-do and he follows her around when she takes care of her chickens.

I've been thinking about my farmer grandparents a lot lately, about the people they knew and the lives they've lived. About how American culture has changed so much in their lifetimes. About how Grandma had to leave her schooling to help support her family after her mother died of cancer. About how teachers would often lock my Grandfather out of their classrooms when he was excused for religious services and they'd humiliate him in front of his peers before letting him back in.

About how a lot of people - especially in these Internet spaces - see them now, as old farm folk, and dismiss them as uneducated. As stereotypes and caricatures to be derided. Without a word to them, people will assume them to be of no use, to be able to contribute nothing of value by their experiences, and capable of no grand thoughts.

It's a bitter taste to recognize, hypocrisy.

I think about how my Grandma insists that everyone should write at least one book in their lifetime. She has books of short stories, books of poems, books of essays, books of local recipes collected by the women's societies in the area. So many of them are self-published and freely given to her by her friends and family. I love that she can pick each one up and tell me about the author and how she, and I by way of her, is connected to this person whose thoughts are inked on cheap paper.

She has her own book almost ready to go. It's full of little poems and daily devotions, letters to people who are no longer around to receive them. It scares me, because she had been in my life for so very long and I do not want to trust her to my faulty, frail memory.

I had years of pre-Internet existence. I had a soul and sense of self by the time the first bulky box of a home computer was installed in my Dad's office so he could have very important access to very important medical journals that were now on these websites! He didn't need to order them special anymore!

It's just wild to sit back now and look at my tiny insignificant personal timeline and see how the same place that helped my father deduce drug interactions is all these years later helping me deduce that I'm a monster-fucker.

wyd in this situation

A little thing, a personal grievance, to throw into the void like a note in a bottle.

I know my family isn't perfect; no one's family is. I get that if I want a birthday party I have to arrange it myself. The thing is, I did arrange it, just a little one for family. I made the plans and set things up and... Well, I can't be mad that people came down with the flu. Sickness happens!

So we can postpone it. I'm used to that anyway - Mom and Dad are usually out of town on my birthday, or for several years my birthday was the same day or weekend of the Super Bowl. I'm used to skipping day-of celebrations. So I wait.

I try again some weeks later. Just a little thing for myself and my two siblings. I check in about availability, I let them know the day and time, they know the plan. I've got limited money and energy, but I'm spending it trying to get my family's attention on me like a true middle child.

The day comes, the time ticks by. My brother sends a text that he can't make it, he's burnt out from work. That's okay, that's fine. We'll do something together later! I check in with my sister, reminding her of the party. She says she's too busy today - she's cleaning her house.

I put everything away.

I drank alone for the first time in two years.

Ok, so the scariest nightmare I had is a horror game esque type of thing. It kinda starts like Doors or FNAF with the whole exploring a creepy place type of thing. It's where my grandparent's super old house got ransacked and the only place to hide is in the basement. One trip to the basement later and I hear a scratchy voice as my brother gets impaled and his head bitten off. One trip down a broken garbage chute later and I'm running around in a white mental facility that's built like an ant hill and is decorated for little children. The monster looks like Slenderman but is more spider-like and has the hearing of the creatures in The Quiet Place. Like in Mr. Hopp's if I trip on a toy or run too much it can hear me. I have to hide in toy chests and closets. If it finds me I get stabbed multiple times in the main body, get eaten alive, and brutally maimed. Only after the fact I wake up and wherever I got hurt I can feel. I'm also in the body of a small child since I've been having this dream since I was 7.

Have fun with this!

Nightmare ideas

I'm trying to make the scariest nightmare sequence I can in a story! So what scares you the most?

The Three Crows

There’s a cafe on campus that comes and goes called The Three Crows.  For those wanting a casual visit, it can be found in the spring when the hydrangeas bloom, on new moons, and the first sunny day after it rains.  For those wishing adventures of a more exotic variety, it can be found on clear nights with a full moon when you hear the distant sounds of hounds baying.   As you enter, you will be greeted by the sweet smell of cider and the spice of whiskey all comfortably wrapped within the warmth of coffee. The Dropkick Murphy’s always play in the background, and flowers grow from the walls and sometimes that odd table or chair.

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Mother Mud

I saw a women who came up from the floorboards, from the soil beneath the crawl space of my old creaky home. Nude and streaked in grime she crept along the floor, her hands and feet leaving muddy prints that shone in the static television light. She crept to where a father lay sleeping on the stained lumpy couch. He was not my father, but he was a father.

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Of the Beginning

The Queen took the stories and She ate them, chopping up poems, taking draughts from epics, swallowing vignettes whole. She was given offerings of playwright’s notes, sheets of underwater ballet choreography, links to illicit piracy websites, but it was never enough. There were whispers of Her favorite offerings, of philosophy books filled with notes, of abandoned manuscripts, of secrets whispered in the dead of night. Drop an elder with memory of unrecorded oral history from an oppressed tribe on Her doorstep at exactly 1:32 AM, and a pen that channeled untold wisdom through whatever you wrote would be gifted to you through assorted means. (Rumor has it Hozier was once sacrificed to her, but he’s probably been blessed)

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So. It’s been an year and a half since I last posted something set in @elsewhereuniversity , but never say die!! We’ve seen how Feathers and the Crow Prince each came to elsewhere, and now whe have Not-Jenna’s story.

Summary -

Not-Jenna wasn’t always called Not-Jenna, or even Jenna. She wasn’t even always a changeling.

The fae who Feathers calls Not-Jenna used to be- well, what she used to be doesn’t matter anymore. This particular tale starts when she was small, and weak, and alone, because it was much, much better than the alternative.

And then she fell in love.

She fell in love, and made a deal. And despite what Jenna will tell you, it was not a particularly good deal.

Something so goofy happened when I was playing as my Korathos. (This is kinda long, but there’s a summary at the end).

✨Story time✨

I was chilling at the desert oasis near the water, and I had a nest set up and everything.

I don’t think my adult model loaded when I actually turned into one, but there were a lot of hints that I still was an adult Korathos, like the nest I was sitting on;

so this guy, thinking that I was still a juvenile came in from the water with a semi-aquatic trying to kill me.

(I think they may have been the one that killed my child too)

But they come in and starts to bite me, so naturally, I bite back, and I kill them.

They then come back with a different creature, and I kill them again,

After like a couple of minutes or so (maybe the save slot cooldown time), they come back AGAIN, but with a stronger looking creature

I kill them again, but this time I chased them into the water and get them

at this point there’s 3 carcasses around my nest, and the oasis looks like a kosing zone because there was nobody else really nearby at the time except for a giant ahh korathos surrounded by corpses

And when the fella comes back a forth time they asked me “Why were you fast?”, and I replied that I picked the devious elder (less weight I believe makes you faster), which then came the question “Your not a juvi?”

No, I wasn’t

Bud was dealing with the full creature there

(I guess it probably didn’t help that I was playing a female because the cool back spikes are less prominent on the female korathos models.)

Anyways, we actually left off on a friendly note, said our goodbyes, and I found the whole situation quite entertaining.

✨Summary✨

Guy comes in thinking my Korathos was still a child (easy to beat)

They die 3 times before learning that it was in fact NOT a child, but a devious elder, and devious it was indeed as they did not expect me to be that fast.

Goodbye Part 4:

I'm sorry I'm still trying to get use to posting on here. 🤪 I know this might be cringe to watch, but please be patient to a overthinking girly over here who focuses more on writing them her art skills.🤣 This is the night when Anya/Albedo lost her peaceful life. Any advise/art is helpful. This is still the rough draft. Thank you!

BANG! BANG! Anya shoots up in her bed from a deep sleep breathing heavily as if she just came out of a nightmare she doesn't remember. Grabbing her chest with one hand she focused to quickly calm herself down along with wiping sweat from her forehead. Wait. Was that dad’s shotgun? Anya questions herself. Why would he use it? Unless. There is an intruder! No, that can't be. We've never had that happen besides that one time Isabella snuck in one of her boyfriends. “Clayton!” screamed her mother in fear followed by some other odd sounds Anya couldn't differentiate on her own. Oh shit! The adrenaline took over the teenager's body and guided her to the gun case safely tucked away under her bed with easy access yet not noticeable unless searched for. Opening the case revealed her bolt action rifle her father gifted her at the age of 7. Last time she used it was about 2 months ago when the raccoons got into the trash outside the house while she was home alone as her parents were having a date night out in town. Another scream happened followed by more random sounds outside her room. No need to freak out Anya. That won't help in this situation, Anya reminded herself in her thoughts not wanting to risk speaking out loud and being heard. Cocking back the bolt handle; she confirmed there was no bullet in the chamber. Then she reached for the small magazine and smacked it in as quietly as she could. In her baby blue floral nightgown the apprehension girl sped walked to her bedroom door and cracked it open, sending a thankful prayer for her dad oiling the door hinges for it was silent for once. Anya gasped at the sight covering her mouth with one hand as the other tightly gripped the rifle in the other. She couldn't believe what her eyes laid upon.

Goodbye Part 3:

“It’s not fair!” Anya complains. “Ha, I've been here a whole week, Buttercup. Which is a miracle. Duty calls ya know” Isabella replies with a wink. “Why can't you stay and work on the farm with Pa and I like we used to instead of becoming a doctor so far away. What if that rooster chases me again?!” asked the gloomy sister. Kneeling down to her younger sister’s level Isabella lifted Anya’s head up slightly, wiping tears away from her eyes and answered. “Anya. I love you and my family so dearly. I’ve learned so much here on the farm, yet” she paused for a split second. “Yet staying in this cozy town is holding me back from my purpose and gifts. Gifts that I need to share with others in the world. People that need help, love, patients and compassion. I feel drawn to the big city. The busyness, socializing nonstop and caring for others.” Leaning in, the older sister hugged her best friend tightly proceeding her speech. “One day you will find your purpose and gifts and you will shine so bright others will be drawn to you! In this disarray world, promise to never forget who you are Buttercup.” Looking straight into each other's teary eyes Anya said “I promise Bells”. “Atta girl.” Wiping tears from her eye’s Isabella laughed in addition to playfully punching Anya’s right shoulder, “Now you got me all sappy you silly guppy.” Folding her arms Anya sassed back “Well, there's nothin wrong with that!”. “Ha, No. Not at all. Hey Maple! Take care of her for me” the older sister requested to the redheaded teenager. “Roger that captain!” Maple saluted. “Bye Buttercup. Love y'all so much!” the older sister and daughter said one last time before slipping into her car driving away. All sat in silence as Isabella disappeared into the distance till Maple asked from the porch, “So, what's for dessert?” Releasing small giggles behind some final tears they all headed inside for some fresh baked peach cobbler made from the very peaches on the farm with a side of french vanilla ice cream.

Hours went by as the curly blond and straight hair redhead teen finished their sweet treat as they gossiped about school and upcoming events. Anya’s mother interrupted by asking between doing dishes, “Maple dear are you ready to head home? It’s starten to get dark.” “Oh Ma, can she please spend the night?” Anya begged her mother as both Maple and Anya gave her puppy dog eyes. “Sorry Buttercup, not tonight” father piped into the conversation. “We have a lot to do on the farm tomorrow. Unless Maple would like to help us early in the morning? I heard it’s gonna be a crisp 60 degrees” Dad teased the girls. Looking at each other Anya pleaded with Maple. “Please!” Maple shook her head and laughed saying “Brr! No thank you. Sorry Anya. You're alone with this one. You know I can get the party started but all parties must come to an end. Which is mornings for me. Also anyways my parents will be home late in the night. I would love to be with them as long as I can even though it's short.” Pouting Anya said “Well just bless your heart then. I needed my beauty sleep anyways instead of talking all night with you about your pranks.” Maple snickered, not denying the statement. “Was that a bless your heart or a BLESS YOUR HEART?” she quoted at the end. “What do you think?” Anya poked fun at back to her freckled friend.

As the young girls were teasing each other at the long counter, father came up to the front door with loud keys in his hands waving Maple out the door to drive her back home. Everyone said their goodbyes and got ready to turn in for the night. As Anya was wrapping up on getting her work outfit laid out on her dresser for the long day ahead she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. “Come in”, Anya shouted loud enough for the knocker to hear. It was her mother and father who came to meet Anya who was already laying in bed by then. “We wanted to come and tuck ya into bed dear” said mother. “And some goodnight kisses”, added her father. “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Anya said in embarrassment. “No, not anymore” agreed her mother, “But you'll always be our little girl”. “Our little sunshine”, father agrees. Laughing, Anya waved them in for a big hug. No matter how old she gets, Anya thought to herself gratefully while hugging them both tightly, hugs will always be welcomed. Her father then tucked her in aggressively as he made bear noises like he did when she was a kid and they both kissed her forehead leaving their youngest daughter to her dreams in her peach and floral turquoise bed along with her glowing strawberry night light.

Goodbye Part 2:

The dark green screen door loudly screeches open with her sister and father entering the house as her older sister Isabelle snarks back at Anya's comments. “My my little sister. Sounds like you've been to New York yourself.” Isabelle came to sit on the right side of Anya at the dinner table as their father sat at the far end of the table licking his lips. “Please explain how you manage to escape out of the house from mom’s four eyes to have such an experience.” The younger sister crossed her arms in annoyance as she faced the other direction of her older sibling. “Oh how original Isabelle! I was young and now I’m 16. I didn't know that mom was fibben about having eyes in the back of her head.” “It’s true though! Once you become a mom you’ll understand” their mother interrupted as she placed a sheet of cornbread on the table leading to her sitting across the table from the bickering sisters. Isabelle bursts out laughing replying “Oh Anya you're so easy to tease. You wouldn't make it long in New York. You definitely need to have tough skin to live there.”

As she was speaking she poured sweet tea in her tall green glass filled with ice. “Besides, I agree it's not as charming as the fields and pastures here in Georgia. But don't count it out till you really experience it. Like I always tell you.” In sync both sisters say “Don't judge a book by its cover, unless it’s astrology.” Between chews the father cheered his daughters on, “That's my girls! Space is no place for humans anyways.” “Dad, that's not the reason why”, Isabelle looks over at Anya who is now smiling back at her sister. “We’ll have to find time to explain to dad won't we.” She winks. Anya laughs. “Honey.” Mom softly says as she touches father’s hand as a reminder. He coughs up his food apologizing. “Oh right grace. I forgot since I was so intrigued by our daughter's conversation.” Everybody at the table released a laugh. Clearing his throat he stuck his hands out as a welcome. Once all hands were holding another hand they all bent their heads to say grace. Father’s was about how he was grateful to have such a loving and patient wife, two beautiful intelligent sweet daughters, to Bell's visit and a good harvest even though he sadly doubted the Lord but thanked Him for his patients and blessings. Moms was about the same and Isabells was thanking Him for guiding her through the hardship of school and grateful for being with family again. Then it was Anya’s turn. “Father. Thank you for giving me a wonderful loving life. A family. Food. A place to call home and friends. Amen”. “Wow that was short Anya!” said a loud voice behind the screen door. “Maple honey. What are you doing here?” Asked Anya’s mother. “Well, Um my parents are.” Anya cut her off and said “We know. Come sit and I’ll get a plate for ya.” Her father and mother looked at each other in agreement and then gave the thumbs up to Anya to proceed. “Thank you! You wont regret it” Maple yelled in excitement then skipped following Anya to the kitchen to help. Dinner was lively especially since Maple was there sharing her exciting exaggerated stories about her mom and dad’s many trips while on business along with the exotic gifts they bring back home for her. Including the sweet reminders of funny stories the family loved to repeat in order to keep the memories alive. Time flew by before Anya knew it, leading to her saying goodbye to Isabella again in the front yard by the old dirt road.

I love writing as I procrastinate from improving my art skills. 😜 Hope y'all enjoy my journey of writing. Advice and art is always welcomed. This watercolor is from Ryan Kennelly Paintings I found on Facebook. My character makes me think of a peach. 🍑

“Pa! Bells! Time for dinner!” yelled Anya from the rickety round about white porch towards a father and older daughter bonding over a rusty plow. “Alright! We’ll be there in a sec!” father hollers back to the impatient younger daughter. Frowning followed by a pouty expression, Anya grumbled under her breath, “Sure we’ll wait a sec” as she dramatically air quotes on the “Sec”. After sulking for a moment, Anya turned back into the house and her nose was greeted by the aromatic smells of the hard work her and her mother put into their last feast for the return of her older sister visiting from college. “Ugh!” huffed the teenager as she plopped on top of the long red and black counter, scooting over a mason jar of green beans that was canned who knows how many years ago. “Now now young lady” her mother starts. “Bottoms don't belong on the counters. Besides, your cheeks ‘bout knocked over our well aged green beans” she sweetly teased Anya as she shooed the daughter off with a stained hand towel playfully.

Anya slipped out a giggle when she jumped off but snapped back to her annoyance. Grabbing plates and silverware in a sulking manner she headed over to the dining table setting up four placements that would soon be back to three by tomorrow. “The food is gonna be cold by then and I wanna have all of us together as much as possible before Bell leaves again” Anya sighed. “Also, I’m starven Ma.” Before the mother headed over to meet sad Anya at the table, she grabbed a large white deep dish decorated with green leaves mingled with flowers. As she placed it on a rooster themed mitten burnt on the tip she replied, “Oh my Anya. I know you have a big heart and how you love your sister. But don't forget dear.” Anya paused folding a napkin in her chair looking up at her mother hopeful. “She always comes back. Especially for our cooking” her mother winks and sticks her tongue out then proceeds. “Also them New Yorkers don't know nothin about home cooked food I tell ya! One of my babes came home so skinny and malnourished. I was worried I wouldn't be able to find her shadow.” They both laughed out loud in agreement from her mother’s sassy remarks. “Haha, yea. I heard all they eat is fast food chinese, hot dogs and pizza. Where's the meat?! The hearty meals?!” Anya laughed at her own commentary while placing the folded napkins in their homes. “Plus I read up on New York and it's huge! Crowded and looks bland with all those buildings. I don't understand how people think it looks pretty or can deal with such a large number of people.” Anya judges. The dark green screen door loudly screeches open with her sister and father entering the house as her older sister Isabelle snarks back at Anya's comments.

Just so excited to see some improvement and my art style slowly coming out. I do seem to have more of a soft cartoon style most times. Here's a little bit that I wrote for fun a while ago.😜

The air smelled of fresh grass and dirt which brought out a sigh of relief along with a twitch of giddiness to be out of that so called alien lab and abomination of a world Dimension X. Suddenly her rejoicing twitches turned to hunter like stiffness, though she was the one being hunted. The familiar odd voices in the distance grew closer as they foraged the land for their lost property. Crouching to the ground as if becoming one with itself she could feel the tingle of her sore muscles from exhaustion and fear of being caught to relive the same feverish nightmares in repeat. Letting out a light breath to release some tension, she closed her eyes to focus. When doing so she was engulfed by the shadows of the night. “She couldn't have gone far alone in her new form” exclaimed a screeched voice a few yards away from the stowaway. “Knowing Albedo she would have jumped two other portals by now just to infuriate us.” replied the other screeching body. “Kraang will be displeased with…” its words were cut off from a high pitch squeal it produced while being pegged. Another erie deep slow voice threatened “She better be found or the two of you will become slop for the worms”. Both creatures squealed in fear and floated away on their devices searching away in the distance. After a big huff came from the intimidating creature he whispered “We will find you, little one.” Then stomped off in his search.

Just a random post of my started journey of figuring out my art style and bring my character to life that I've thought about for years. Can't wait to see improvement. 😊

These Venus fly trap and piranha plant inspired plants are called Galarrs, which means screamer in Old Norse. They fit their names well for those who can hear. When a dangerous/strong creature is near the Galarrs they scream a very high pitch sound as a warning to other plants and animals that can hear. They can slowly travel with their roots either in groups or as loners. Their food source is other plants and bugs. Another distinctive feature is they can live out of the ground, just need to be fed consistently. My thought for creating them is that Cain uses them as a way to know who to add to his collection of unique beats. His guards mostly wears them in their suit pockets. They have been trained and particularly chosen. These are my first drawings of bringing them to life. Can't wait to improve.

Everybody welcome Cain who is not tamed and insane. He is one of my OCs that I'm working on for my story with my main character Albedo. It's chaotic like him for now of his idea lay out. His inspiration was from Discord for his body idea and a little bit of personality. Cain is a random, kooky, charming, obsessive and predatory. He is the discard of unwanted personalities and emotions that Malefor (my main villain) did not want in physical form. He rules the mid dimension ring I'm working on. He has the body of a longish scaled dragon, long whiskers, elk inspired antler on L side, curved Ram horn on R side, vampire style bat wing on L side, owl wing on R side, an Ox's L back leg, Lion's R back leg, boney werewolf L front leg, lizard man R front leg, longish hairy elf style ears, and two fox tails with scorpion stringers within the tails. Hope y'all enjoy this random update of my journey. I've been writing more than drawing, because that's the area I need to work on the most. 😜

Hey y'all! My name is Hannah, which rhymes with banana and can be spelled backwards. For my first post I would like to introduce my first OC that I recently started. I'm a newb embracing an old hobby of mine of writing stories and drawing. I used a dragon creator by Kennonink on "Doll Divine" to get a starter idea. Her name is Albedo and she is a mutated Dragon. She can be sassy yet sweet, somewhat of a temper and loves food. Hope y'all enjoy my journey of creating.

@thatsthat24 I made some fanart. I hope you like it :3. First your vines,music and now your videos always manage to cheer me up. Cause they are relatable funny, surprising and clever at the same time. Thank you for taking the time and energy to make them.

The Beginning part 11 (Season 1 finale)

~Last time~

“I wish all stories ended like that.” He huffs.

“That isn’t the end. Not yet kid. But, we’re close.” Kaaru chuckles.

~storytime~

The girl sat in Winston’s laboratory, working on her essay as she keeps an eye on him. 

It’s been two weeks since he was tasked with making a machine to send the younger versions of her parents home. He’s been stalling all afternoon, asking her risque questions she ignores and trying to get a gage on why he’s doing this. It’s like she doesn’t care for his ideas or his sciences, dismissing them with a scoff. 

He eventually gives up on asking her questions and focuses on the machine. 

“Don’t put that there.” She says nonchalantly as he reaches to screw a bolt in. 

“So she speaks. Why shouldn’t I put it here, agent K-M-S-M?” He says, looking at her. 

“It’ll blow up in your face later if you do.” She says, chewing the eraser of her pencil. 

He rolls his eyes and puts it in anyway, finishing the machine. 

“There, it’s done. Now all we need to do is test it. Any suggestions?” He asks the girl who’s staring down her notepad full of scribbles. 

“Try this.” She tosses a hair tie to him. 

“I will assume you want this back.” He says, putting it onto one of the pads hooked up to the machine and turns it on. 

The hair tie disappears and then reappears on top of the girl’s head a few moments later. 

“It works!” He smiles triumphantly.

“Great! Now go get the people.” She says with fake enthusiasm. 

“But I will need to have the present versions present. As well as Dr. Zeigler if anything goes wrong.” He says, trying to get her to have more of a conversation with him. 

“Then hop to it, Casanova.” She says, scratching something out on her notepad before flipping a few papers to look through it more. 

He sighs and does as she tells him, gathering the people who need to be present in the lab for the big event. 

Meanwhile the girl says goodbye to her parents and sends them home, sending her dog Toby with them. When she gets back to the lab the present Hanzo is leaning against his Mccree, looking sick and miserable. 

“Is everything alright?” She asks them and Mccree just nods. 

“Just a little hangover.” He says and she nods, helping them into position with the younger versions. 

Winston starts everything up and the pads beneath their feet glow a light blue. Electricity starts to flow through them, their hearts starting to race as they’re stuck in their place. Winston begins to put in the time they need to be sent home, loading the machine up to its maximum capacity, that last bolt he put it rattling and heating up.  

The girl watches, making sure not to miss a thing. 

The bolt rattles louder and louder, turning red hot before shooting out of its socket, electricity sparking and covering everything, making the men standing on the pads scream in pain. 

Winston jumps, frantically trying to turn the machine off but gets shocked as his machine is engulfed in bright blue electricity. He backs away, staring in shock as the machine begins to break apart. The younger versions of Mccree and Hanzo disappear into the electricity, their pained screams fading with them. Mccree is then thrown off his pad into the wall and Hanzo falls into a crumpled ball of pain as the machine explodes.

Winston is thrown back and knocked unconscious. Mercy runs out, calling for backup as the laboratory goes into lock down. 

The girl watches, from the corner, panicking as she’s frozen in terror as the fire rages. It slowly calms and from the flames a baby rocks back and forth in the rubble, crying loudly. The girl looks at it and tries to go to it but the laboratory door creaks open forcefully. She gasps and panics, making a portal shakily and jumps through, not making sure she was going to the right place and time. 

Kaaru gets up, grunting in pain as her panicked portal closes. She looks around and nothing looks right for the time she was aiming for. 

“Son of a bitch.” She huffs and gets up. 

She looks around and pulls off her sling, her cast having burnt up in the portal. She dusts herself off and puts her hood up, walking out of the alley she landed in. 

After a few minutes she passes another alley and hears crying. She looks down the alley and sees a shiffy man threatening a kid with a switchblade. 

“I can’t get a break, can I?” She huffs and runs in, pulling the man off the kid. 

~reality~

“Wait wait wait wait. That’s how we met. That was a week and a half ago.” Jesse says

Kaaru chuckles and nods as they stop on the doorstep of Sunshine Acres Children’s Home. 

“When you’re my age, 24 hours ago is a long time ago.” She says, leaning down to look him in the eye. 

“Wait, why are we here?” He asks, looking at the orphanage. “I have to go home. I have to go to my time. And I can’t take you with me.” She sighs. 

“Why not? Why can’t I go with you?” He starts to cry. 

“You belong here. In this time. I’m sorry Jesse.” She says, kneeling down. “We’ll meet again, I promise.” She adds and he hugs her tight. 

She sighs and hugs back. When he pulls away from the hug he goes to take off the serape but she stops him. “Keep it.” She smiles.

“Really?” He sniffs and Kaaru nods. 

“And how’s this, you take up that Mccree name. You’re strong, firm, and brave. You deserve the name Mccree.” She smiles.

“I, Jesse, will do you proud. Promise.” He salutes. 

“Now, this orphanage needs you. And you need it. Head on in. Okay? Tell them your mother left you here.” She says and he sighs, nodding. 

He heads up the stairs and sees the doors. He stops at the top and looks behind him, his mouth open to say something to Kaaru, but she’s gone and with her, his memories of her and her story, his mind shifting to feel very sad as he imagines a mother he never knew dropping him off here and driving off. He sulks into the orphanage, all he has is his clothes on his back, and his name, Jesse Mccree. 

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The Beginning part 9

Kaaru watched the sky turn from night to day and awaited for Jesse to wake up. She was always a night owl. Even as a baby she would lay awake all night, not making a sound as she watched the night that fascinated her. 

“Ms. Mcada?” Jesse asks, waking up.

“Hmm? Yeah kid?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

“You okay? You’ve been staring out that window for a few hours now.” He says, getting up.

“Yeah I’m-... I’m fine.” She says, not really okay at all.

Jesse nods and gets up and dressed. 

“Where to today?” He asks 

“Next we’re going to make our way to Phoenix. We’re in Sierra Vista. That’s roughly 206 miles. It’ll take about 3 days.” She yawns.

“Cool!” He says, easily impressed.

She chuckles and they get ready to leave.

~storytime~

The next morning the girl walked with the young versions of Mccree and Hanzo, talking about what happened from when they last saw her. She enjoyed the walk until they were called to the lab of a brilliant scientist by the name of Winston, who the girl had a grudge against. 

Winston had begun a long and brutal process of finding a way to get the younger versions back to their time. The girl disapproved of the gorilla but didn’t have any better ideas so she kept her mouth shut.

“It will take a few days but I will get the machine up and running.” Winston says as the girl sulks in the corner. 

“That should work, right kiddo?” Mccree asks the girl, his younger counterpart piecing together they’ll be stuck there a few more days.

“That machine better work. I don’t want to be covered from head to toe in bruises trying to send them back. It’s hard enough getting me and Toby around and he’s a dog. So get it right Peanut breath.” She scowls at Winston.

Winston gulps and nods, getting to work. 

The girl disappears for the rest of the day, leaving the Hanzos and Mccrees to their own devices, Soldier 76 having cancelled Mccree’s next mission.

It isn’t until late the next morning that they find her in the infirmary, her arm getting recast.

“What’d you do kid?” Mccree asks as she gets up to leave. 

“Threw myself off the building.” She says before leaving. 

“That wasn’t very funny.” Mccree says.

“She wasn’t joking.” Angela shakes her head. 

“Shit. What’d she do that for?” He asks and she shrugs. 

The girl went to the mess hall, her dog Toby waddling behind her as she shovels ice cream into her mouth. 

~reality~

“She threw herself off the roof? Why?” Jesse asks.

“She was reminded of something bad in the past. But she’ll be alright.” Kaaru smiles as they continue their journey. 

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~This is late and not formatted how I’d like but it’s here. I’m having technical difficulties with my phone and it’s pissing me off. However I will just continue writing on my PC for the time being. 

Apologies. I hope this short blurb is enough for now.~