#oh yeah I love Scp I forgot to mention that-

[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 2: Rot/Decay

The alarm sounded, mimicking a crying bird, as the young teen rushed away, cards in hand and tears in their eyes.

Their lungs burned as they took sharp in-and-out breaths, while their legs felt like jello. They went around every corner they could find, attempting every door they could locate to swipe the cards and find a way out. Whatever stood in their way was either disregarded or bypassed entirely; nothing was going to keep them from leaving this place once and for all.

They turned to another corridor, scolding themselves as they recognized the inside, then going back to check if they had missed anything.

This place was like a maze.

A confining and perplexing maze with seemingly no way in or out. Just a copy and paste of halls, doors, and thrown papers all over the place, with that awful alarm wailing on and on.

Willow paused to take a breather, smoothing their long black hair back as they took in their surroundings. Their black gaze trailed to the cards they had collected since their departure. They held three cards, all of different colors and levels, that would allow the teenager to pass through any door that allowed them to do so.

They huffed in anger as they turned to another drab and empty hallway with what the teenager mistook for another door. Regardless, they moved forward, pulling out one of the cards to check whether it opened the door.

They hadn't anticipated the door, or rather the elevator doors, to open. As recognizable masked figures covered their vision, the teenager took a step back, preparing to flee before the sounds of firearms being raised were overheard.

"Stop!" A commanding voice demanded as Willow froze and reflexively raised their hands in the air. "Don't move!"

"I wasn't planning to," Willow snarled.

Armed men in gray and black rushed out of the elevator, rifles lifted and aimed at the adolescent as they surveyed the area. Willow criticized themselves as they were forced to give up the cards in their hands, give up their one chance of escape, and be brought in once more.

"Clear," a guard cried out as they walked down the corridor with one another.

"Clear," another guard cried out as they moved forward, taking care not to make themselves a target.

Willow was shoved against the wall, face pressed into the cold, their hands were wrenched back, and the familiar feeling of metal dug into their skin. When they were thrown to the ground, pistols still aimed, they clicked their tongue and let out another lengthy sigh.

"Don't start," one of the soldiers said as they regarded Willow, "consider yourself lucky, if you ran any further you'd be facing God knows what in this place."

Willow scoffed.

"Rather deal with that than this shit," they hissed as they were restrained by another guard.

One guard spoke into his radio in a low but pleased tone.

"Scp-8356 has been captured; prepare the containment chamber for its eventual return."

The other end of the line gave a 10-4, thereby ending the conversation. Willow didn't care; what they did care about was that they had missed out on the opportunity to find the escape. However, this was not the first or, most likely, the last time they had fled their confinement; their minds had set up another strategy to get out of here.

It couldn't be as huge as Willow had imagined. There has to be an escape route; it couldn't have been bending and shifting their path to confuse them.

There was an entrance and an exit, but the teen was stranded in the middle.

And, as before, they were apprehended and thrown into the same cage, where they were presumably told their privileges had been terminated. Another cycle to begin, trapped in a cage, asked the same old questions and presumably subjected to another experiment to evaluate their ability.

Their irrational and God-awful abilities.

Willow remained silent, their head down as they groaned and closed their eyes. They clinched their fists and sighed in frustration, ignoring their boring garments that adorned a sign they'd grown to despise.

A drawn circle with three arrows crossing its contour and heading to the center.

Secure. Contain. Protect.

Fuck that.

Willow felt the back of their eyes burn, and they battled to hold the tears at bay.

They were about to cry when they heard a scream from the far end of the hallway and a sudden burst of bullets. They flinched, their head snapping to the sound as the guards around them did as well. With their weapons drawn, a few made their way to the source of the noise before it turned deadly quiet.

"What's going on, Ramirez?" one guard exclaimed.

For a long time, there was silence, causing two guards to walk forward and investigate what had occurred. Two guards remained with Willow, keeping their rifles fixed on them to prevent them from fleeing. Willow watched as the two guards trained their weapons at the end of the corridor, scanning for any blind spots to see what had happened.

They proceeded a few more paces, forming what Willow imagined was a yard, before coming to a halt. One guard coughed, while the other smelled; they appeared perplexed for a few seconds before beginning to examine their surroundings.

"Smith," a guard yelled out next to Willow, "report!"

One of the soldiers in front of them turned back, as if he was about to say something before it occurred to them. It was a dark and goopy sludge that bubbled slightly as it made contact with the guard's helmet.

"The hell-"

He automatically went out to touch the unusual substance, his head thrown back to see the source before something else fell.

It was a big glob of the same substance, but this time it had totally disintegrated the guard's shield. Once through, the man let out an ear-splitting cry as he grasped onto his face. Everyone took a step back in horror as the guard slumped back and continued to scream. Eyes shot up, weapons pulled, a strange black vacuum bubble emerging through the gaps in the ceiling.

Willow watched in terror as two withered hands peered through the seething void, grasping at the edges and pushing themselves out. As the onslaught proceeded, the guards opened fire, bullets ringing out and loud bangs pricing Willow's ears.

Nonetheless, sickly laughter resonated through the corridors.

"Oh God-" A voice screeched before the sickly patched thing plummeted from the ceiling and landed on him. When they made contact, the guard's garments began to melt like paper in front of a fire before latching onto his skin. The guard, like the guard before him, let out a piercing scream, his throat scratching in agony as his body began to tremble.

Willow began to draw back, their hand behind their back, their gaze fixed on the beast before them, and they neglected to notice the guards attempting to stop them.

"Don't move," one guard said, but Willow made their way up.

"Forget it," the other guard snarled as he continued shooting at the rotten man approaching him, "it doesn't matter now!"

Willow didn't seem to mind their discussion as they moved their hands over to press the elevator button. They kept pressing on it as the rotten old man got closer, oblivious to the gunshots that penetrated its skin. It only laughed at it, at the anguish, and at the exhausting attempts to halt it.

Willow hammered on whatever buttons they could reach with their limitations as the elevator slowly opened, bypassing the doors. The seemingly melting figure began to sink into the ground below, squatting slowly as another void began to develop from beneath. The guards were perplexed before two hands appeared from beneath them, gripping their ankles and dragging them down like fish on a hook.

Willow stumbled back to the corner as they both shouted as the elevator began to close its doors.

Willow watched as the old man glanced at them, his once-thin smile widening and becoming vicious as the doors finally closed. The elevator began to rise, Willow working quickly to loosen the handcuffs in order to liberate themselves. They were successful in digging the metal into the wrists, causing them to hiss and curse as they struggled on.

They hadn't noticed the bubbling from behind them.

The elevator continued to move, slightly clicking as it approached the floor from above. Willow had hoped that they wouldn't have to confront that beast face to face. They attempted to break the handcuffs to release their hands before a hand grazed their back.

Willow leaped forward, bending their heads back to see the same old man they had seen earlier, now worn and filthy beyond repair up close. Its smile was as wide as it had always been, with cracked yellowed teeth squeezed together like glue and wrinkles pulling at the edges of its skin as it laughed hauntingly.

Willow lurched to the other side of the elevator, eyes wild as the hands behind their back struggled with the buttons.

The old man began to emerge from the nothingness, laughing as he looked at the adolescent before him. It's horrible skin bubbling with pus and cysts, breathing haggardly and gurgling from the back of his throat.

It went onto the elevator level and started walking over to Willow.

"Wait, no- Stop! Stop! Stop!" shouted Willow.

The beast extended one skeletal hand toward the adolescent, tempting them with its lethal touch. Willow could feel the corner of the wall grind into their back, immobilizing them; all they could do was stare in terror as the hand-stretched over and grabbed their shoulder.

For a moment, Willow felt nothing.

And then they felt a sudden prick.

Then the prick turned into a sharp pain.

And that sharp ache evolved into a searing sensation that seemed to run the length of their arm.

Willow let out a terrible scream, their eyes wide and watering, their nerves exposed, they yelled out as their garments and skin burnt as if a fire had grazed them. They tried to back up, trying to get away from the old man, only to have another hand stretch out and grab their injured arm, volatile fingers burrowing like clay into his burning skin.

Willow screamed again, their throat now tight from the pain, and their eyesight blurred.

Their arm began to fizzle, like boiling water in a kettle, and their skin began to bubble and rip, displaying their tissues. As the pain intensified, their shouts became mute, the old man's fingers gripping their decaying flesh and peeling it away to show the bone beneath. Which had disintegrated beneath his touch, his laughter booming as he ripped apart the teenager's arm as if it were a puzzle piece.

Willow collapsed to their back, crying silently as fresh tears streamed down their flushed cheeks.

They'd gone into shock, only experiencing pain pulses as they gasped and shook slightly. The handcuffs on their hands were dissolving from the acid dripping from the old man's flesh. They heaved in disgust as a lump developed at the back of their throat as they crawled back as far as they could, smacking the elevator doors.

The black material ate away at their skin, continuing its lethal touch as the old man looked down at the adolescent with sadistic delight. It lifted up the teenager's lifeless arm and shook it back and forth, teasing them as they yelled out in agony as a new wave of pain overwhelmed them.

They attempted to reach down and grasp the adolescent once more to prolong their agony before something happened.

Willow felt something rip through their scorched skin. Something sharp and white went through them like a bullet, ignoring how their melted skin tore off in clumps. They hissed as the white frames began to reassemble into a particular shape. It began to expand and crack together into a familiar structure, and the upper arm, forearm, elbow, wrist, and fingers began to reassemble themselves.

Muscles grew from the freshly created bones while reddish tissue burst out and bound together like a spider web. Before long, pale skin began to coat the newly created muscles, coating them and restoring the fingers' nails.

Willow held up their repaired arm in front of their tear-stained face, gasping slightly as pins and needles surged throughout their limb. More tears streamed down their cheeks as they tightened their fists and gently stretched their fingers as if to regain their composure.

“Ow. Ow. Ow.”

The old man slowly turned his head to the side, as if perplexed by what had just occurred. He stared down at the dismembered limb he was carrying before tossing it to the side as if it didn't matter anymore. Its smile twisted and widened, revealing its decaying gums as he reached across to grab Willow once again.

Food that wouldn't spoil was exactly what he needed.

Willow screamed, flinching at the notion of having to repeat the previous horrific event.

A ping was heard, and the elevator doors began to open.

Willow got themselves up and rushed away without hesitation, ignoring the numbing sensation that ran down their arm. The beast simply looked up and watched as the teenager rounded a corner and spirited away, leaving the old man in his wake. It laughed and dug its way through the floor, leaving another ugly void it constructed and controlled by hand and thought.

This cat-and-mouse game had only just begun.

[zzl0z3rxx]

Intro <3

Hii!! Erm this is my first time doing a into so pls bare with me here😭 This isn’t my 1st time on here or first acc. I was jus getting bored of my old acc so yaur

Erm so ig i’ll tell u some basic info

Im black 😭(so erm if ur racist pls stay like 6 ft away/jk but if u r racist I could care less bc I hate black ppl too 🥰/its giving uncle ruckus)

My fav emojis r:😭😔😛🥰😝💀🤓😼🙁

My fav colour is blue but I have more like sage green, red(all kinda tbh)/ any pastel colours/ and ermm I actually forgot 🙁

I draw erm yeah lol

Im problematic if u couldn’t tell 😭 but guys I promise im nice

My bday:6/26

Ermm i dont rlly have any preference for pronouns but im rlly jus used to she/her(not that im comfortable with those it’s just what my family uses bc ofc they would) but u can use any pronouns(actually no i do prefer he-him-they-them BUT ITS UP TO U GUYS BC IM A PPL PLEASER 😁😁😁😁😁😁)

Also u can call me by my real name Ari or some stupid nickname(pls make one for me) ALSO i have multiple little sonas like idk how to explain it like they’re all me/ for example:Adora Alex, Alex, Riri, Ri, Ira, Adora, and Axel and I think its more. Idk but like all them r the same person but in one IDK BC IDK IF ITS LIKE A DID THING OR NOT😭

I love-hate bugs like I made these lil comics with human designs for bugs and I love researching them but I hate seeing them irl😭 erm well im fine with grasshoppers and ants etc but others NO

Songs I like/love(NOT ALL BC WHO FINNA PUT ALL THAT)

(i love steve lacy/frank ocean/odd future/tyler, the creator/Dazey and the scouts/Destroy boys/AND LOITER SQUAD 😛😛)

ALSO IM NOT SHARING MY AGE ON HERE BC I DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH DOING SO 🥰🥰🥰

My interests

Proships

Eddsworld

Among us(okay guys dont bully me but erm I used to draw among us nsfw/ IT WAS LIKE 2 MONTHS AGO DAWG😭)

Dead plate

Mitski

Tyler, the Creator(im literally getting audio cd’s for Christmas of his albums and I already have his vinyls except for bastard and goblin 😛)

Melanie Martinez

Incredibox Sprunki

Countryhumans(unfortunately 🙁/im a victim fr😔)

Countryballs ig

Ybf/your bf game(okay guys im just joking 😭)

Dick figures(I love this fandom so much, also unrelated but literally NOONE OR NOTHING CAN GET ME TO LIKE HOMESTUCK😭)

Fnf

Fnaf

My oc’s 😛

Pasta(like I rlly like pasta)

Ao3-Archive of our own

Scp

Htf-Happy tree friends

Oddbods(ik they literally don’t say shit and it’s cringe BUT I DONT GIVE A FLYING erm flip i was gonna say flip, but yeah jeff is my pookie fr 🥰🥰)

Necrophilia-other philia’s ig(idk if thats how u even spell it)

Mr. Circus Papa:Ghost eyes/The finger game/and the rest of his comics-art(some of his comics r on webtoon and other apps and u can see some art on patreon)(also bc i dont feel like putting it anywhere else, I DO NOT SUPPORT IRL INCEST OR OTHER STUFF THAT I SAID I ONLY LIKE FICTIONAL THINGS)

Erm im running out of things so MOVING ON

Also a lil not so fun fact/ I wear glasses 🥲

OKAY SO ERM I DONT RLLY HAVE A DNI BUTT(lol “butt”) I WILL SAY THIS IF YOU R LIKE 20-54(okay thats not even a possible scenario) DO NOT INTERACT PLSS but other than that ily guys :3

ALSO PLS DO DONT COME LEAVING DEATH THREATS OR HATE COMMENTS BC I WILL RECORD ME KMS/jk❤️🩷💕💕

Also this blog will be so boring and depressing 😭 like yk SH and vents and ED stuff ig but erm some other stuff this stuff will have ig(i dont wanna actually say bc yk digital footprint/lil bit too late for that bud)but like yk incest shotac0n and other crap idk im rlly lazy so I might not post at all(prob jus reblogs) OH WAIT ALSO I LIKE INVADER ZIM 🥰 forgot to mention that lol also I prob do have other interests too but idk oh I like coryxkenshin(idk how to spell his name😭) aphmau/SSSniperwolf/laurenzside and i kinda used to like inquisitor master(well I liked everyone besides her like yk sora, jaxx and etc.)

But erm guys I think that concludes this intro- OH MY OHIO SKIBIDI GYATT i forgot to tell yall, i know German 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 but erm yeah thx for reading like fr tho bc not even my friends read the stuff I write for them 🙁 but yaur (i dont think im ever doing a intro again I rather just yap irl-I hate texting 😭)

ALSO IF U WANNA BMF PLSSSSS SAY SOMETHING IM SO LONELY LIKE PLS ASK TO BE MY FRIEND IM SO FREAKING DEPRESSED( I promise im cool :३) (Also if u need to vent my DM’S r always opened! Even tho I may reply late)

I made this at 1:00-2:46 am listening to loyalty by Kendrick im going to be so tired tomorrow 😭🙏(I gotta get up at 5:00 😁)

[lesbianchemicalplant]

kamomin replied to your post “Heya gang, I’m trying to line up some horror films to watch for the...”

sounds like we have similar taste in horror! if you want to try some classics, amityville horror and alien are great places to start. I enjoyed the conjuring films when I saw them a couple of years back. The VVitch was great even if i would personally change the ending lol

I enjoyed Raw and Teeth a lot, but teeth focuses on sexual assault, which is usually an absolute No for me. and if u wanna try out some lesbian stuff (thats not big garbage), try Brides to Be (its not the best but its perfectly good), Jack and Diane, and the Haunting (the original one). Oh, and i just watched Hausu/House and it was great. Gorey, but in a very cartoony/camp way. I hate gore, so take that as you will

(sorry for spam i just. love horror. If ur interested in trying horror fiction podcasts, i can give u recs on those too!)

oh fuck i forgot to mention Thelma under lesbian horror! also its been a while since ive seen some of these so double check for triggers to be safe/ask me and i can look into stuff

Oooh nice, a lot to go on here!! I’m definitely adding Thelma, The Conjuring movies, and The VVitch to the list, and I’ll look into the others, especially the non-garbage lesbian ones. And yeah cartoony/camp gore should be fine, that’s different

I’m not too big on podcasts, just not my preferred form of media, but I’ve been thinking of trying Welcome To Night Vale? And speaking of spooky fiction, I’m a long-time fan of the SCP Foundation, despite there being a lot of garbage, and definitely some overarching things to criticize, lol

Good suggestions, thank you! 💜🦇💛🎃🖤

[perelka-l]

code lyoko, pokemon, scp, wtnv

bruh.

1. Code Lyoko

How I entered/learned about the said game/show/movie/etc of that fandom:

I was a bored kid who still had a TV in a room and watched stuff and everybody I knew liked CL so I watched it a lot. And then I kind of forgot about it and returned when I randomly started to doodle during geography lesson in high school and went on random google search and what do you mean live action

Fave character

XANA. I’d say William and Aelita and Odd too but XANA is always the best. Though I admit, Odd was a fav when I was a kid.

Least fave character

Season 4 Odd and Sissi I’m so upset those characters have been made into such one-dimensional shadows of old characters.....

OTP(s)

XANAWill, Jerlita, poly willulumi... also franz/anthea go fuck yourself evolution

Pairing that everyone likes but I don’t get

Why the heck is WillOdd so popular? It’s my casual bewilderment at entire “pair the spares” thingamajig that so many people have going on.

Fave thing about the fandom

Idk when evo was going on it was lovely to see all theories running wild and meta from 2nd season being reread over and over again and it was lovely I think

The most despised thing

forehead jokes stopped being funny ten years ago

If there is something I would change from said game/show/movie/etc., what would it be.

stop one dimensionalism being played up harder and harder starting from s!3, get rid of most of writers of Evo. I’m cool with everything else I think. Don’t give me solutions to theories, please, I love when we still have this mystery going on.

2. Pokemon

How I entered/learned about the said game/show/movie/etc of that fandom

Damn I genuinely can’t remember... I used to collect cards in primary school though but what brought me now to this, I’m not sure...

Fave character

Least fave character

OTP(s)

Pairing that everyone likes but I don’t get

...I.... I’m sorry but amount of characters that exist here.... don’t do this to me....... please....

Fave thing about the fandom

it’s so big and parts I encountered are so friendly and I made friends and there is always amazing content being created and there is always discussion going on I really like it

The most despised thing

nothing comes to my mind now really

If there is something I would change from said game/show/movie/etc., what would it be.

don’t do this to me.

3. SCP

ok this one I got asked like three times while I was writing everything above. wow. 

How I entered/learned about the said game/show/movie/etc of that fandom

I think it was a random post on tumblr that mentioned SCP, I saved it to read later, went on website, remembered I have matura exams to pass and went back to it after said exam. And started reading.

Fave character

Oh boy. I love a lot of characters. This is my post in which I list out my favourite SCPs. Also, I love researchers (Gears! Clef! Glass! Everyone!) and all dem GOI peeps (WONDERTAINMENT!!! AWCY!! I LOVE UIU!!!!!!!!!) I LOVE CHURCH OF THE BROKEN GOD i love a lot of guys ok

Least fave character

I.... can’t understand fixation on 076-2 like..... I get that he’s cool but please...... i don’t understand...... 

OTP(s)

IceGears, ClockworkFlesh, Clefdraki, Ion/Bumaro, also Redd/Wondertainment family is my tiny guilty pleasure. also, Pico Ruiz/corpses. But that’s almost canon.

Pairing that everyone likes but I don’t get

.....i can see appeal of able/cain but it’s everywhere.......

Fave thing about the fandom

People are so creative!!!! So many different ideas!!! So many different approaches to one thing!!!!!! THERE IS NO CANON.

The most despised thing

I left fandom after some tales went to side that I just... I plainly disliked the direction ok. Sorry guys, I still love you a lot. There is also one more thing but I don’t want to talk about it.

If there is something I would change from said game/show/movie/etc., what would it be.

eh, nowadays I’m staying away from SCP bc Pokemon is consuming my life but! I wish if one day I’ll come back bc I’m still too damn curious for my own good there will be even more amazing stuff that I won’t ever find time to read because holy shit amount of stuff written..........

4. WTNV

How I entered/learned about the said game/show/movie/etc of that fandom

I heard the soundtrack! I listen to a lot of fanmixes and I hear Disparition’s music and oh this is what people are talking about...

Fave character

I still think fondly about Kevin and Apache Tracker

Least fave character

Tamika Flynn maybe. I never liked her a lot.

OTP(s)

Remember when I wrote Apache Tracker/Man in the Tan Jacket fanfic? Good times. Cecilos was cool when it was still in vague territory and didn’t make me want to vomit. Oh yeah also Brownstone Spire/Glowing Cloud.

Pairing that everyone likes but I don’t get

eh

Fave thing about the fandom

I loved mysterious atmosphere of the show, I liked how I thought I could create limitlessly, this world was perfect to do whatever, the music was lovely....

The most despised thing

If there is something I would change from said game/show/movie/etc., what would it be.

The fandom itself. One too many times one can be called racist because of way I imagine a character or because of what character I like. WTNV as a show also changed, for much worse. Even after abandoning fandom I listened to eps but I couldn’t stand the romo, couldn’t stand voices given to characters, how gentle mysteries turned into each episode being turned into some intense events resolved by Power Of Love. I miss hooded figures. I even miss the old soundtrack. I miss Night Vale but it will never come back.

whew that was long.

[ualscout]

Captain’s Log: 16 Triggers II

Communication

24-27/09/18

The 16 prompts continued...

9: Recreate the moment after…………..…

Alright, I’m really not proud of myself for this one. I couldn’t think of anything, so I drew a picture of a shattered window from the inside looking out onto a kid with a baseball bat and a look of shock and terror. This is a universal “oh shit” moment, which I think most people can relate to on some degree even if it isn’t baseball. I used the window to frame the kid and put him at the center of attention, and by using the window as a frame I also added focal layers to the sketch.

(The universal feeling when rolling a nat1, or a critical fail)

After I did it I thought of a ton of different ideas though. Like rolling a nat1 in a Dungeons and Dragons game when everything is on the line. Or closing out of a program/having a program crash and realizing you forgot to save. Or saving and forgetting you just saved so you save again. I dunno, I thought of better stuff but didn’t have enough time to go back and fix it because I just didn’t have time. Let’s just say the kid rolled a nat1 or something?

10: Reconfigure a newspaper

Y’all know Brexit? Yeah? Cool.

Anyways, I’ve always been encouraged to be aware of the world by my high school social studies teacher. I get news updates on my phone and all that. I gotta say, the world is depressing. When you’re constantly getting updates on the next mass shooting or stabbing or acid attack or stupid thing politics did, it’s hard to stay positive, but it’s kinda necessary to be aware and look at it with as little emotion as possible. It kinda feels like a ball and chain anchor.

(Pics of the ball and chain hanging from door)

So I represented that feeling by making a literal ball and chain out of newspaper about Brexit. Then, on the chains, I wrote

“Calling the world from isolation, ‘cause right now that’s the ball where we be chained”

from Humility by Gorillaz, which is about Brexit. The biggest project out of the prototypes, definitely. I did the installation first then documented it in my sketchbook.

11: Apologise for a mistake (visually)

This one was really hard because in order to apologize, you need a mistake. By nature, this needs some kind of narrative behind it that you can’t use words for and ideally want in one panel. Some boring ways of doing this could be helping someone up after tripping, or patching up something that broke, or WAIT.

I thought of something better- someone being stabbed through the heart by someone they love while being hugged by said person. Angst central… why didn’t I think of that earlier…?

Anyways, I did something kinda boring…

I made a confession box. I kept the statement vague. People could accept the apology, deny the apology, apologize for something they did and feel bad for, etc. I did it because I wanted to use the cardboard I brought lol. It ended up getting tossed by someone, so… whoops.

12: Record what another student is doing

Someone was passed out at their desk lol. I hope they’re doing alright. They seemed tired and kept sniffling. I just kinda scanned the classroom and saw them, basically taking the easy way out. Didn’t take a picture of them because that would be kinda creepy.

13: Make a path for others to follow

(How can the thread be red if it’s invisible?)

There’s this superstition about everyone having a red thread tied around their pinky that’s connected to someone else’s pinky and that person is their soulmate. You just need to follow the thread, which is harder than it sounds… I wanted to make an animation or something based off of that. It would follow two ends of the string, winding through the city and terrain, and watch the characters pick up and manage the amounts of red string they find along the way. I’d want this to be a music video, ideally to “Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men or “One Red Thread” by Blind Pilot. I did some sketches in my book- the characters and everything would be simple marker sketches while the only color is the red thread.

… but I ended up displaying a meme option. One of my favorite emotes is OwO and it looks very demonic when you fill in the eyes with darkness. So I drew the emote normally, then blinking, then opening to darkness to the words “We all have demons, and sometimes they win.” This is 100000% a meme and shouldn’t be taken seriously, despite what my tutor thinks… Anyways, the path to follow was the path to your inner demons.

14: Add something extra

Do you guys have chipotle here? Well, guac is always extra. I don’t like guac personally, but it seems like something that can be put into other food things to disgust people. For instance: an ice-cream cone, a pom pom, a snowball, etc. I didn’t really have any good ideas, just that…

15: Making a drawing without touching a pen

… Okay.

(Fountain pen for flare and sarcasm)

I didn’t touch a pen, I did touch a pencil though. I drew a fountain pen and wrote “no” in pen because it was funny. Sometimes it be like that, chief. I think it’s funny because the pen is so carefully drawn and sketched in a pencil style, then you just have “no” there. Again, I just do things to try and be funny.

16: Make a neglected place loved

The first thing that came to mind was a grave made markless after being out and exposed to the elements for so long. 

(Like this- creepy and generic)

And that got me thinking about how that’s the last thing holding their physical body to the mortal plane. Their body is there, there is likely evidence of their existence, but no one will ever know for sure. The memory of them and the physicality of their body are completely disconnected. Not to mention these graves are so old they’re likely not visited or cared for in the same way recent graves are, they’re not remembered. I wanted to do something to make them remember…

… but then I decided to just make haunted shit. I like the idea of fixing and renovating even if it takes away some of the personality of the house. I think it’s like a reset, like painting the walls in a rental or getting a tattoo. But what if the house didn’t want to be remembered? What if someone wanted it to stay the same…?

Enter the song “O Green World” by Gorillaz. It sounds like a person washing windows in a slasher film. I like the idea of following an unaware protagonist and following the narrative through the windows, like some of the other pieces I did in the past (see Scene Change: No Story Time and prompt #9). I kinda just drew a basic concept, but it would take place in a haunted house and the characters would interact with the different sets inside.

BONUS: ZINE!!!

I swear to God when the tutors were briefing us on the zine I felt my heart beating with anticipation. I wanted SO. BADLY. To do this. Ideas started racing through my head and I felt my hands jitter as ideas raced through my head. A zine is the perfect way to tell a story and boy do I have stories to tell.

I thought through a bunch of ideas, like doing something about Mothman, explaining the story behind Haakon’s banishment, doing something about The Adventure Zone, but I realized I could tell a cohesive story by just making it like a textbook. I took from the prompt first prompt, recreating and object from my past. Again, not my past.

This is the past of Bo Phadez and Sandman. My first long-term DND character met an elemental golem the first session of the game, shoved a handful of ash into its receptacle, and unfittingly named it Sandman. Sandman went through a whole character arc with Bo during the game, with them nearly getting blown up in the pursuit of an infinite power supply. The Game Master threatened killing him multiple times… but he knew I’d make him regret it. Sandman remains my favorite thing to have come out of my misadventures in DnD yet.

Time was short, so I had to act quick. I wrote the lines as if they were part of an SCP file or a textbook. That way, even if the reader didn’t understand the crazy world the story took place in (jumping from a desert planet to a space opera with nukes and guns in a page with characters pulled out of a Russian version of Lord of the Rings. I used a brush pen to make bold and quick lines.

As I drew, I realized I spent less and less time for each page… I just knew how to make the characters look how I wanted. I know pencil was banned, but I used it for putting down lines, and at some point I just stopped and went with the pen. I had a lot of fun considering the different blocking and ways to compose the screen, as well as making the text fit in the frame. I played with colors a bit, making sure to use them to show how Sandman was changing forms and powers without fully doing it. To make full use of the frames, I cut the paper so I could glue the backs of the pages together so I wouldn’t have to deal with creases while I drew.

Honestly, making this zine gave me an epiphany. I want to draw like this for the rest of my life. I love designing the characters and getting to know their designs well enough to do them quickly and expressively. This certainly wasn’t my best work, but it was the quickest one with the best results and the most pride in my work.

I really wanted to pursue this more.

This was the moment I decided I wanted to specialize in animation.

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In conclusion, I think I make art for reactions. I.e. whenever I had trouble thinking of deep connections that I would actually care about I tried to go for comedy or sarcasm. I don’t know why, but maybe it’s because I’m an entertainer at heart. I really enjoyed doing all these miniprojects. It’s like throwing pasta at the wall and seeing what sticks. This kind of format lets me really stretch my thinking style because I didn’t care too much about making sure the end product was perfect- I just wanted good ideas and had fun with it! Some prompts came slower than others, but I always figured something out.