Im Working On A Comic Sans Intro And Couldnt Wait To Share

im working on a comic sans intro and couldn’t wait to share

before you make fun of a person doing something brave and vulnerable like dancing or singing or reading poetry in front of a lot of people:

don’t.

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Hello! For the winter asks:

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

Thanks for the ask!

I know I know this isn't from any wip but I did write a really great description from a horror short story.

Quick narrative summary: Super dedicated scholar is trying to save the library of Alexandria before Emperor Theodosius I can have it destroyed. He finds an old scroll with a protection ritual on the back, collected by Callimachus about the grecco-egyptian god of the city, Serapis.

I shudder to think what would have happened if this statue would have looked at if left to weather the elements. It likely would have been covered in moss, making any hairy areas seem as though the statue was coming to life, and crawling vines would have overtaken it like veins bursting from the skin. Fortunately, this was not the case. Unfortunately, the damages done were far worse. The hound Cerberus at his feet looked almost like a normal dog — only one of his three heads was complete, the other two lacking ears and nose and jowls. The remaining head had what would have been its skull caved in. It made the dog look murderous, eyes narrowed, remains of his latest meal rubble between his fangs. Serapis’ legs and lower toga looked like tree bark, chipped and pockmarked by shards from destruction occurring higher up. His chair was on the edge of toppling over, the back legs knocked clean away. I held up what was once his upright arm that held a scroll from our great library — it had flown halfway across the open space — and I could see matching divots where the arm was used as a club to knock out the legs. Serapis’ chest was caved in, though the rubble in his lap constituted more than the missing chunks from his chest; this was likely where his other arm had ended up. His face was unrecognizable. Upon further inspection, it seemed a fist had done this damage, though no blood had been left on the stone. Holding up my own fist to the veritable pebbles in the crater, the damage seemed to have been done by a similarly sized hand. There seemed to be anger emanating from the statue, though because of what I can only speculate on; perhaps the destruction of the statue itself, or of the city Serapis holds so dear.

you can find the ask game here!

Ambrose!!!!!! He looks amazing!!

[ID: a digitally painted portrait of my OC Ambrose Beake from @crimson-spine. Ambrose is a pale half-elf with light blue hair and eyes. He wears navy potion robes with gold trim and geometric gold accents. He’s looking straight at the camera with a serious expression. end ID]

Commission of Ambrose Beake from @crimson-spine !

Look at him!! If you were Eli Valenz and this guy walked up to your shop and introduced himself as the rival potion shopkeeper across the street, what would you do?? 

Personally, I would die. There’s no way I could compete with this guy. I’d go “sorry sir, I’ll leave immediately, also here’s my number if you would ever dare stoop to my level, okay bye.”

Good thing Eli does the opposite, or else I wouldn’t have a story to tell.

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shoutout to the mutuals that i am scared to talk to bc they are really cool. love you guys