Farmer McColl knew something was wrong the moment he could hear the shrill, fearful noises of his animals. Every farmer would know something was wrong if they heard such noises.
He grabbed his pitchfork and lamp, as it was late at night, and put on his coat before stepping outside into the cold night. His dog Katie bounded out behind him as the farmer made his way to the barn.
Once he got there, the bleating, mooing and clucking of his animals had died down a little, occasional noises now and again. McColl really didn't like the sudden silence "What the hell...?" He muttered, going up to the sliding door.
Just when he was about to slide open the door, Katie suddenly froze up and began barking at the barn. She growled angrily, immediately catching her owner's attention "Quiet, girl!" He hissed, glaring at the dog.
Just then, Farmer McColl heard a loud roar from within the barn. He jogged a metre back, nearly dropping his lamp as he stared wide eyed at the door. Katie just barked louder, zooming circles around him. Whatever that was, he knew it couldn't be a mountain lion, those animals aren't usually in english countrysides like this one.
Suddenly, whatever was in the building crashed out of the door. Wood flew everywhere, snapped and splintered from the force of the crash. Farmer McColl and Katie luckily weren't hurt, but had their attention set on what came out of the barn.
McColl's face paled, his jaw dropped.
The creature was Emily, the usually kind-hearted, sweet and helpful emerald tender engine that he'd often see and talk to. The farmer instantly refused to believe that this is her, or...was her. Her body had changed drastically;
Her teeth were razor-sharp and predatory, sharp enough to puncture flesh and strong enough to crush bones. Her eyes' scelera was no longer white, but a burning hellfire colour, her dilated pupils staring into his soul. As for the rest of the tender engine...God, it was much more horrific; Emily's entire undercarriage was gone, along with her wheels and siderods, cylinders and likely pistons.
All those parts were replaced with a giant cat-and-wolf-like organic body. She had multiple arms and legs, all of which were coated in thick grey fur alongside her underbelly, her face was also coated in fur, but much shorter.
The two big cycle-wheels that she had were replaced with two huge back legs, which might imply that she can move very fast even with her size. Her claws were interesting – they're the same colour as her livery, but the colour was obscured with blood – in fact, Emily was covered in it. Lastly, her tender was no longer being dragged, but carried by a huge tail beneath that was what dragged behind her now.
Emily stared down at the man, her eyes like headlights which shone down on him. Both were stuck in a staring contest, while Katie barked fiercely at the engine.
Just then, a sadistic and bloody grin grew on her face, the presumable blood of his animals running down her chin. Farmer McColl's own blood ran cold. A deep sound then rumbled from Emily's throat, like a mix between chittering and trilling like how a cat would. It was certain that she was happy to see him, but not in a friendly way.
Farmer McColl knew that whatever sanity Emily had left was slim to none.
So! The comic about my old warrior characters just needs to be edited into format. But I am. So tired. So I’ll probably post it tomorrow (or maybe late tonight if I get a burst of energy)
Before that here’s the characters appearing in it I haven’t already made references for before.
I’ll give most of the info about them in the comic but here’s a little to clarify some things
Slashpaw/Fernleaf: the boy! He’s very cool. I gave him lavender because it’s calming and he needs at least one thing in his life that’s not stressful haha. His name is changed from Slashpaw to Fernleaf when he changes from warrior training and becomes a med cat under Sundapple(my evil med cat oc. Yeah. Like I said. Stressful for him. He’s not evil though, so that’s nice :) ).
Snowbird: he’s Birdpaw/fangs dad. He died before she was born, and never got to met her in real life. But he watched after her in the afterlife. He gets wings because when I was really into drawing warriors i liked to give my starclan and dark forest cats special extra traits relating to their personalities or achievements.
Sunnypaw: sadly I don’t have much to say about her except she’s Snowbirds sister from a younger litter. She’s very friendly and nice, and was a good friend to Slashpaw in life.
Sometimes I just wanna say fuck you to the universe and set it all on fire.
Like after everything, you really had to give my cat a bone destroying infection? You had to make it impossible to figure out if it’s curable or cancer?
i originally wrote this for my english class as extra credit, but i never got around to writing it out on paper and turning it in; so, here you go. the only prompt (that i remember) was the theme of fall.
It’s cool. Almost… crisp. The air feels soft on his fur, yet sharp and unwelcome on his eyes. Accidental tears appear in the corners of his sclera, not sad, not happy, but there.
The ground crunches. Most areas do, at least. Some parts of the ground are wet, however, feeling more like an uncomfortable part of the ground that he shouldn’t be near, much less stepping on.
He treads on nonetheless, ignoring the pang in his heart that signals something’s wrong. His ears pick up a noise, in the distance. He turns towards it, frightened.
A leaf falls to the ground. At least, he thinks it’s a leaf. It’s a bright colour, though, much unlike the typical calm, welcoming colour most leaves have. He rarely comes across leaves anyways, so what would he know?
More falling leaves. Other things, too. A stick. An acorn. A pinecone.
It seems more familiar now. Sure, it’s not as cold as it is usually, and the ground looks more colourful than usual, but it’s familiar. The trees look pretty much the same- just… more colourful.
That’s what interested him the most. Usually, the land he resided in was white and grey. All these other colours confused him.
Typically, bright colours meant danger. This place… didn’t seem like danger.
The ground was covered in leaves.
The air was kind to him.
How could this land be dangerous?
Suddenly, he heard a noise… It was quick, short. It barely lasted a second.
He ran. And ran. But he came across the end of the forest, where it opened up to a long line of grey… was this his home?
No, it had bright colours there too, but smaller, and less noticeable.
He just wanted to be home. He had fallen to rest not too long ago, surrounded by few colours and leaves, yet he woke up to browns and oranges, and a cool, moist air, comparable to the cold, brutal environment that surrounded him in pure white ground and trees.
It was a terrifying world to live in, nearly freezing him to death, but it was a place he knew his way around. He was able to hear the vermin squirming around under the snow, before. He was always able to hide from his enemies, and hunt for his prey.
Now, he sees nothing but endless trees, and a line of danger, merely a path for giant predators to sprint across.
They’re strange predators. They don’t have legs, nor a face or a mouth. They aren’t charging towards him- not even a squirrel or deer. They stop, sometimes, even, when a creature happens upon one accidentally- most of the time, though, the creatures are devoured, despite the predator not having a mouth.
It seems rather wasteful, but it does mean food for him. That’s pretty good.
A leaf falls on his head… It's sort of comforting. Maybe he likes it.
He continues walking through the forest past the path filled with predators, more and more forest following it.
He comes across a burrow. It’s small and mostly overgrown, covering the entrance- excepting one small hole in which to enter, just his size.
He walks in. No-one is there.
Hesitantly, he makes his way to the middle of the burrow… it’s warm. Cosy. Maybe… just maybe… he can rest. Calmly.
Laying down, the arctic fox begins adjusting to… this new place of colourful leaves and almost barren trees.
Adult Orel being insanely patient with his father who does nothing but accuse him of being ungrateful for moving out and starting his own family
One day Orel rightfully snaps and tells Clay that he’s never been there for him and probably is honest about the bear which I think Clay likely knows anyway but he’s like “ it should have been you protecting me! And you tried to sabotage me at every turn and I still show you love and kindness and you just continue to be bitter and hateful because you hate that I’m happy and you’re not!“ & Clay goes to lay a hand on him and Orel just stares at him daring him to do it because he's an adult now and not afraid of him,
Orel never even wanted his father to be miserable in the first place. He just wanted Clay to be his father.
can't have whump without some Amy Lee vocals [No, it's not My Immortal lol]
I felt this song fits their dynamic well, especially after years of friendship.
Unfortunately I couldn't upload the original video as tumblr was having a fit >:[ thus the watermark... and slight loss of quality
Eclipse, probably about half an hour after burning a chunk of forest down and terrorizing his brothers: I'm going to kill and eat the first thing made of meat that I see
HIHIHIHI TYSM FOR DOING MY REQUEST ^U^ I hope u Don't mind me dropping another one u :'))
Can I have kusuo reaction to Reader-chan being mostly know for her gore/angst/horror series but looks like nothing for a person to write this stuff (she looks absolutely innocent) yet having a (technically an old man) friend who is also anonymous writer for one of kusuo favorite series yet the said look absolutely opposite of it (the reader-chan and her friend are like Junji Ito and hayao miyazaki)
I'm sorry if u couldn't understand the request:')) my English isn't really the best-
HII DARLING! No problem at all! Of course I don’t mind! Request at any time as long as they say open <3
ohhh so she’s a horror writer :> OHHH I was confused at first but as soon as I searched them up and saw the memes I understood ���💓
This is such a cute and funny topic! Enjoy your hcs anon 💖 ⚠️ Gore mentions⚠️
Kusuo isn’t easily scared.
there are very few things that actually do scare him, considering he can sense everything coming from a mile away
But shows and books are an exception (given he doesn’t stare at the pages to see through the book-)
he’s not normally into horror but your manga is actually very interesting to him!
seeing a bunch of mutilated corpses packed together is quite a gripping sight for him!
and honestly he is obbsessed likes normalcy but your case is a type of unique he doesn’t mind :)
it’s funny since you have this friendly and kind personality and your work is the exact opposite of that 🤗
it’s giving the cute core girlies!! (and guys!! <3) 💓💗💖🌸🌷💞🎀
he still gets the perk of reading the chapter before publish and giving small ideas for stuff
You once put his favorite character from another series in one of the manga panels and he when he noticed it he had a little smile on his face! 💗
he wasn’t excpecting you to do that at all and it was a pleasant surprise ;3
your introduced him to your friend and he also likes his work now!
Y’all are literal polar opposites- and ngl? He enjoys the balance!
like when he wants some exhilarating and goosebump-giving action he’ll pick up one of your mangas’
and when he’s feeling mellow while eating some coffee jelly on his bed his new (second) favorite author to read from is your friend!
His number one author is of course you ♥︎
would recommend his friends (specifically Kaido) one of your mangas to freak them out
they definitely won’t be expecting it seeing as though your such a cheerful person! 🌸🎀🌷
I feel like Torisuka would genuinely enjoy your manga as well!
he doesn’t get scared easily by creepy stuff for obvious reasons 😋
so you’ve got yourself another supporter !!
I have a feeling my girl boss Airua would get creeped out but 1) she wants to support you so she would probably buy and either never read or 2) read it anyway because it’s so interesting
like you captivated people with your work!
just as much as your friend does with more gentler topics
but in a different sense
You make your audience quite literally cover their eyes in fear yet still peak through they’re fingers with anticipation !
like that’s how good it is!
a “I can’t look away” type of thriller!
also you know that really talkative guy with the bob?
yeah he over analyzes your manga once he finds out about it
(which let me tell you- Kusuo tried his hardest to keep him away from it—but much to his luck- he got a hold of it anyway)
thankfully he likes it!
he’s scared- but once again- he just can’t look away :)
he comes to you and gives your extremely detailed compliments and (positive) feedback after each chapter is released and says he can’t wait for more
he also tells his expectations and predictions for the next one and hopes you’ll live up to them
so when your exceed them he’s more than thrilled (GET IT?? Ok..)
he’s practically able to predict every book or manga he reads because he analyzes everything
so when your able to surprise him he’s impressed!
after Kusuo he’s the first one to buy a copy
(cuz yk Kusuo gets those special you-get-the-first-copy-before-it’s-published-because-your-my-boyfriend-privileges)
LOL
the bob guy is low key jealous of him for getting it before it’s even PUBLISHED
tries to bargain you to get that too but it’s strictly reserved for Kuu ♡
okay I looked up bob guy’s name
it’s Akechi Touma (oops)
LOL “bob guy”
enjoy!! Pretty short but I think they’re a delight~