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Heya, just checking in, are ya alright? Youve been away a really long while, remembered you and realised how long havent seen notifs from you, you dont have to reply if ya dont want to, but would be happy to hear from you

Hello!

Worry not, I'm not dead or anything, just really tired and busy. I have a job now, and although its an easy one, it does require me to get up at like 4AM, which my night-owl-ass has not been dealing well with.

It's difficult to go to sleep early enough to get a full night's rest, and when I get back home, I've got crap to do around the house. So by the time I'm done with everything, I have no energy left most days for creative endevours 😅😔

HOWEVER! By the end of the year, this job may go bye-bye (cause the whole store is gonna close) ((maybe))

So, on the sparse days I do have the energy to do artsy stuff, I've been working on a youtube channel. It'll mostly be art, speedpaints, animation, etc.

Drawing is actually something I've been doing for WAAAYY longer than writing, like years longer. Although it definitely doesn't seem that way from this blog lol.

Man, this has turned into a whole-ass essay. Guess I just need to yap...

Anyway, living off of youtube and storytelling of some kind had always been the dream for me. (Even though my family is far from pleased by the idea LMAO)

I will make it happen! And I will come back to this blog someday!

I've got too many stories to tell to just abandon all of this!

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Short Prompt #1390

Ice and snow bit at Right Hand’s face, forcing them to pull their scarf up higher. The wind continued to howl regardless of their annoyance.

“Boss, I understand you’re immune to the cold,” they grumbled, eyeing the villain. “...But I can’t say the same for the rest of us.”

The henchmen around them wouldn’t dare complain, but it was pretty obvious the temperature was getting to them. Still, they worked hard on excavating the site.

“Bah, you humans… so delicate,” Villain growled softly, but acknowledged the concern with a huff. “Fine, we’re done for the day.”

Somewhere not too far away, a certain sidekick was hiding in the snow. They were totally going to ambush the enemy, impress Hero, and DEFINITELY not get caught in five seconds!

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Short Prompt #1389

“Buddy, I know I look very scary right now,” Hero said, trying to wipe off the blood of their teammates, “but if you want to get back home, you’ll have to trust me.”

Villain’s child was… surprised to say the least. “You betrayed them? B-But Superhero–!”

“Yeah, if you don’t want to see them we gotta go. Now!”

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Short Prompt #1388

“A-Are you aware of what you just did?” the child asked Hero in shock, holding a hand up to their face.

“What? Is a tiny cut too much for Villain’s prodigy to handle?” There was no kindness in the hero’s voice—none of the softness you’d expect from them. “You think I care–”

BOOM!

An explosion sounded in the distance. Hero whipped around towards the door, tensing at the sudden onslaught of horrified screams.

Among them, one stood out. A roar filled with bloodlust, getting closer and closer.

“Oh-oh.” The child caught Hero’s attention again. “Dad’s really pissed off now.”

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Short Prompt #1387

“You would never betray me, right Human?” the god asked, looking over their follower. The mortal was so tiny from their perspective, easily fitting in their hand, where they sat even now.

“Of course I wouldn’t!” the human assured. They looked at their god in worry. “Have I… done anything to make you question my loyalty?”

The god sighed. “No, you haven’t done anything wrong. Some of the others, however…”

“Should I deal with them for you, my lord?”

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“I just write stuff” are we sure about that

I guess I do also draw now, don't I? 😅🖊️🖌️

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Short Prompt #1386

A lone sheep stood outside your door. It was silent, and deeply wrong. Wrong in a way that you couldn’t describe with words.

There was something… predatory about its gaze. It shouldn’t even be able to see you through the door and walls of your house, and yet its eyes followed you perfectly.

You watched through the doorbell camera. No matter where you went: left, right, up the stairs, down into the basement, it knew you were there.

Your fear grew in the heavy silence. What were you supposed to do here?

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Short Prompt #1385

It was all a trick. It had to be.

The human’s breath came in harsh gasps, not helping their overwhelmed state. Their gaze bounced around erratically.

There had to be a tell to this illusion. There had to be!

There had to be…

“Please…”

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F L A T T E

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Short Prompt #1384

Warmth.

Human hasn’t felt such a thing in a long, long time. There were arms wrapped around them—too many to count—that held them in a secure grip.

They nuzzled against the creature. For the first time in many years, they found themself able to relax. It was ironic, truly. Human could never find safety amongst their own kind, but in the embrace of a monster thrice their size?

They had never felt more at peace.

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A strange eldritch monster of the abyss just visited my dreams and called me a "CREATURE".

I have never been happier and more flattered. 🤭

I need to go immortalize this thing in art, lemme write up a description:

It was a massive giant, crawling out some dark pit. It might've been a bit goopy? The shadows dripping off of it. Its face was a long round snout with equally long ears sitting at the top of its head. It crawled on its belly to me. It seemed wounded and exhausted by its eons of existence. And yet, it was very pleased to see me. Like it was waiting for me.

When it opened its mouth, it looked as though all the teeth had fallen out of its gums, and yet its lips/face was shaped like razor sharp fangs.

Its eyes were, of course, two empty pools of darkness. Actually empty sockets/holes, I believe.

When it spoke to me there was no voice and yet at the same time there was??

As it was talking, it moved its right hand forward, growing extra fingers to have just enough so it could spell the word "CREATURE" with them. There was no sound of bones breaking, just smooth movement as the fingers took on the shapes of the letters.

During this dream I was also roaming some other word?? Of darkness?? For some mission??

Particularly, I was trapped in a labyrinth with super tall hedges as walls. At the end of the dream, I did end up becoming one of the shadowy creatures (Hell yeah!!!).

And I was infiltrating some building with superheroes in it? I think it was some kind of hero school thing.

And then my cat woke me up from my nap... (Noooo.....)

AND NOW THIS LITTLE SHIT IS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FOOD I GAVE HIM CAUSE HE WANTS OTHER FOOD???

I was experiencing gender euphoria in there and you had to wake me up just to whine??😭😭

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Short Prompt #1383

CW: drowning.

Water pressed against Human’s body from all sides, slowly crushing them the further down they went. Darkness began overtaking their vision.

But still, they thrashed against the chain pulling them to the depths, lungs begging for air with each movement. The noise echoed through the abyss.

And hope never dwindled, for the human knew they had friends in the sea.

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Short Prompt #1382

Hero soared through the sky, cape whipping around behind them. Their eyes scanned the cityscape in search of trouble and thankfully found none, bringing a pleased smile to their face.

A few civilians waved at them from down below, cheering at the sight of them. Hero waved back. They were practically oozing happiness, beaming like a second sun in the sky.

And of course, Villain had to come in and ruin it like usual.

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Short Prompt #1381

The young vampire snarled in anger, trying and failing to free themself from their Sire’s grip. Their claws didn’t even leave scratches.

“You dare bare your teeth at me, fledgling?” their master growled, tightening his grip on their throat.

Although they had no need for air, Fledgling still flailed harder. They wheezed out, “I… won’t… serve you!”

Something cracked in their neck as the other lost his patience.