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Final wip before post it! Also the witch will get a new official design since the old design is made on the spot for Halloween. Thank u for liking it as well as viewing. Goodluck!
The Real Story of Little Red Riding Hood
The Story of Aria Xecha and Lily Blakesley
It had been a lovely Saturday morning so far, Aria was visiting her Grandma today, but this was no normal weekend visit, Aria was going to introduce her Grandma Carrie to her girlfriend, Lily Blakesley. Aria was nervous, but excited, she just knew that her Grandma would accept her for who she was. Lily was less certain. They had spent the morning messing around in the woods surrounding the village that Aria lived in but now it was time to visit Aria’s only remaining family, her Grandmother.
“It will be fine Lily,” Aria said, exasperated, she loved her girlfriend but Lily had backed out of meeting her Grandma for months, Aria wasn't going to let her back out of it again, Grandma Carrie was getting older and older and Aria needed her to know.
“I just have a bad feeling…” Lily mumbled, looking down at her feet, normally Aria would trust Lily’s instincts, after all Lily was a Likotsu and if she had a bad feeling about something she was generally right, but in this case Lily had used that excuse every weekend Aria had visited her Grandma for the last three months.
“I don’t care,” Aria argued, “You are meeting my Grandma and you are meeting her today, I have a basket of pastries prepared for her, she loves sweets so it should butter her up enough that she won’t mind that you’re a girl.”
“But what if she cares that I’m a Likotsu?” Lily asked, clearly worried, Likotsu’s didn't have the best reputation simply because wolves didn't have the best reputation, humans could never tell whether it was an actual wolf or just a Likotsu in wolf form, Likotsu were also rumored to have mind control powers, they don’t and never have, but people who learn that a human is friends, or even in love with a Likotsu think that the person simply must be under some sort of spell or mind control, when, in reality, they genuinely like the Likotsu.
“Grandma Carrie will be fine with it, you make me happy and that will be all that matters to her,” Aria reassured Lily, she would normally just say that they didn't have to tell her Grandma about Lily being a Likotsu but her Grandma would find out eventually and if Aria didn't tell her when she introduced Lily Grandma Carrie would be furious.
“If you say so,” Lily trailed off, Aria knew that Lily really didn’t want to do this but nothing bad was going to happen, it would be fine! “How about we get some flowers for her? We pass a clearing full of flowers on the way to your Grandma’s house.” Lily had walked Aria to her Grandma Carrie’s cottage many, many, times, although Lily never went closer than the beginning of the walkway up to the house.
“Sure!” Aria said, happy that Lily wasn't fighting her about visiting her Grandma anymore, “Let’s start walking!” The girls walked deeper into the forest, Aria’s Grandmother’s house was directly in the middle of the large forest. Nobody in Aria’s village had ever passed the woods surrounding the village, Lily said that one of her cousins had traveled out of the woods and when he came back told them stories of castles and pigs that talk but he had always been a jokester so Lily was pretty sure he was lying. Lily and Aria continued down the path, Aria in her red cloak that was the last remaining possession that she had from the house fire that killed her parents, everytime she grew taller her Grandmother would have to add even more fabric to the cloak. Around Lily’s neck was a locket that had a blue sapphire on it, the exact same color as Lily’s eyes, her eldest sister had brought it back from when she went to the place beyond the woods, it had a lock of her eldest sister’s hair in it to remind Lily of her because her eldest sister had decided to stay out of the woods and live in one of the villages out in the rest of the world. They jumped over a small brook that showed that they were almost there, finally they reached the clearing that was full of beautiful flowers, Lily and Aria picked the most beautiful ones they could find, then Aria pulled the blue ribbon that was holding her braid together out of her dark brown hair and tied it around the flowers in a beautiful bow. Aria put the bouquet of flowers into her basket and the girls started back down the path. They eventually reached the beginning of the stone walkway and Lily paused. Once Aria realized that Lily wasn't next to her Aria stopped too.
“Come on, it’s just my Grandma, it’ll be fine,” Aria tried to convince Lily.
“I know,” Lily mumbled, looking down at her feet, “Just give me a minute,”
“Alright,” Aria agreed, she was just happy that Lily was coming at all. A minute passed and Lily began walking again, Aria fell into place next to her. They walked up the walkway, once they reached the door Aria reached out her free hand that wasn't holding the basket and knocked on the wooden door. The girls waited a few seconds and the door was pulled open by a frail looking old woman, the woman was wearing a blood-colored dress that reached down below her knees and a red shawl with a pattern of small white flowers on it. This was Grandma Carrie.
“Aria my dear! It’s so kind of you to visit me!,” Grandma Carrie said sweetly, “And who is your young friend?”
“This is Lily,” Aria said fiddling with the handle of her basket.
“Well come in you two,” Grandma Carrie said, holding the door open and gesturing for them to enter. Lily and Aria walked into the cottage and sat down on the couch in the living room. Aria placed the basket full of pastries and flowers gently on the table then Grandma Carrie said, “Oh did you bring me gifts? Thank you girls!”
“You’re welcome Grandma,” Aria said as her Grandma opened the basket and pulled out a freshly baked chocolate croissant. Then Grandma Carrie sat down on the armchair across from the couch. They made small talk for a few minutes but Aria knew she had to tell her Grandma about her and Lily, so she worked up the courage and nervously said:
“Grandma, Lily and I are dating,”
“Oh I know.” Grandma Carrie said, her expression shifting into a cruel smile, “You’re dating a filthy Likotsu,”
“Grandma?” Aria asked confused and terrified, “You don’t really mean that?”
“Oh but I do,” Grandma Carrie replied, “I wouldn't mind if you were dating a nice HUMAN girl, but a Likotsu! You must be under her mind control!”
“Likotsu don’t have mind control, it’s just a myth Grandma,” Aria said, voice trembling, “Lily hasn't done anything!”
While the two had been arguing Lily had been fighting with herself, on one hand she had always been taught to flee if anyone found out she was a Likotsu and reacted badly but on the other she had to protect Aria. Finally she made a decision. Quickly shifting into her wolf form Lily jumped between Aria and Aria’s grandmother just as Aria’s Grandma pulled an axe off the wall. Lily was a rather big wolf so Aria was able to comfortably jump onto Lily’s back without hurting Lily. As soon as Aria was on her back Lily ran out of the house and into the forest. She ran towards the borders of the forest hoping that Aria would be ok starting a new life beyond the woods. Aria was. Carrie Xecha on the other hand couldn't let go of her granddaughter's supposed betrayal, how do you think the story of Little Red Riding came into existence after all? Now you know the true story of Aria Xecha and Lily Blakesley.
Midnight & Lady Illusion
A scene from a Superhero/Supervillian romance I’m attempting to write but will probably end up sitting in my docs, unfinished for the rest of eternity. Enjoy! I may end up posting more if it gets written, who knows?
{---}
“Midnight?”
“Hello Illy” We are standing away from the rest of the funeral crowd, mourners dressed in all black with a few older people in brightly colored suits breaking up the solid wave of color, other superheroes. I had picked this spot on purpose, I doubt anyone but Illy would recognize me here.
“What are you doing here?!” Illy hisses “This isn’t the time for one of your schemes!”
“They weren’t good people you know” I say, leaning up against the tree behind me.
“Of course they were, they were heroes.” Her constant faith in people's good nature is adorable admirable.
“They played nice for the cameras, nothing more.”
“Even if that’s true, how would you know? I don’t think you ever even met them.”
“They fought constantly. They never physically hurt each other of course, had to keep up the show for the cameras, the perfect couple... with the perfect daughter.”
“So you’ve met their daughter? Is that how you know all this?”
A bitter laugh escapes my throat “Met is one way to put it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You ever wonder why their kid stopped showing up on television after a while? It’s because I refused to keep playing the perfect little princess while on camera.”
“You? But… you don’t even look like her…..”
“I’ve changed a lot since I was 9. Stopped wearing dresses that looked like they were made for dolls for one thing.”
“I...I’m so sorry….”
“For what? Their deaths or the fact that they were dicks? Because either way, don’t be.”
“But… They were your parents? You aren't upset that they died ?”
“It’s better just to leave sometimes, this was one of the times.” Illy just looks at me, “If it helps, I doubt they were ever actually in love, they just figured it out when I was born.”
“...So what are you going to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like…. With the grave?”
“You’ll see!” I’d been planning this for the entire time I had been in the graveyard. The internet is such a wonderful thing and Oceana, Ava, had alway loved flowers… I hope Illy enjoys it as much as I do. The ceremony finally comes to a close, and the coffins are lowered into the ground. The crowd disperses pretty quickly after that, leaving just me and Illy. I make my way towards the graves and Illy follows, I’m pretty sure she's worried that I’m going to do something to them but whatever. I stop in front of the graves, Illy stops right behind me but doesn’t do anything to try and stop me. It’s been a while since I’ve called upon anything other than shadows but those are rather bad for making discernible shapes, add a little light though… A flower flows into each of my hands, my attempt at an orange lily. I lay them on each of the graves and turn to look at Illy. “I’m sure Lady Illusion” I say, the title slightly mocking, “Could do much better, but there’s only so much you can do without color.”
“Lilies? Why?”
“Orange lilies to be specific. They symbolise hate and disdain.” Understanding flashes through Illy’s eyes. We stand there for a few minutes in silence. When suddenly something changes in Illy’s stance.
“I- I’ve got to go, I have a lot of homework a-and I told my roommate I would be back by now. Seeyousoon bye.” She says quickly then runs off. I stand there in shock.
“Well that’s new…” I turn away from where Illy had been standing only a minute prior and begin my walk back to my car. Homework waits for no one and with Illy gone there isn’t really a point to staying in the graveyard.
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“I love you, Andrea,”
“I love you, Lucy. Thank you. Thank you. I am so sorry,”
“I love you,”
“I love you,”
A brush of the pad of her thumb over my knuckles on the hand with the knife and she interlocks the fingers of our free hands.
I hold on to her words. Her promises. Her. I hold on to her.
“Andrea, come now, please. Before the music ends. I would like to go with the sound of something lovely,”
“You were so lovely,”
“Andrea,”
“I love you,”
“I love you,”
She is raising her hand–my hand, to her throat. Mine is closing. I can feel her heartbeat practically trying to escape her chest and mine seizes.
“On the last four notes,”
My hand is shaking those her’s is steady. Lucy. My home. My hope.
“Andrea, my hand may falter but yours cannot,”
I was going to massacre something beautiful.
“I love you Lucy,”
“Andrea,”
“I love you,”
“I love you,”
10 notes. The tears have stopped and I don’t know when that happened.
9 notes. My breath has stopped, and I don’t know when that happened.
8 notes. My world has stopped turning, and I don’t know when that happened.
7 notes. My mind has stopped running in circles, and I don’t know when that happened.
6 notes. Her hair is darker then it was last week and I don’t know when that happened.
5 notes. The soft space between her thumb and forefinger is callused and I don’t know when that happened.
4 notes. The piano player has started at the beginning of the fourth last bar again, and I don’t know when he decided to do that.
16 notes. She is leaning all the way into me. Giving me all her weight. How am I sitting my straight? I don’t know when she did that.
15 notes. “Andrea,”
When did she start using my first name? I don’t know when she did that.
14 notes. Presses the tip of the blade into the left side of her throat with our right hands. Her touch soothes me and riles me, I don’t know when it started doing that.
13 notes.“Our love is intangible, they cannot take it,”
12 notes. I know.
11 notes. I remember
10 notes.When she started doing that.
9 notes. Saying,
8 notes.“I love you,”
7 notes. I will remember
6 notes. When she stopped.
5 notes.“Andrea,”
4 notes.“Now,”
3 notes.“I love you,” I breathe.
2 notes.“Now,”
1 note. Her hand drags. Her weight shifts. She moves. I follow. Just like it has always been.
*Blows up pancakes with mind* ft. @thehgamer
Doodled one of my school friends today!!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Characters, Original Angel Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Kunstmärchen, Christianity, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Deutsch | German, Ambiguous/Open Ending, No math teachers were injured during the writing of this Kunstmärchen, actually idek if this counts as a Kunstmärchen but just let me have it, I wrote this before Squid Game came out just so you know, AND before the Ampelkoalition came out, so any references to Red/Yellow/Green are mine, lol Series: Part 3 of Deutsche Originale Werke Summary:
Der Dämon in meiner Tasche summt, während Frau Bucklitzer die Zahl “4,439,622” an die Tafel schrieb.
Ich nahm anhand des Summens an, dass sich etwas wohl verändert haben muss, und beug mich mich so unauffällig wie möglich zu dem geschlossenen, schwarzem Rucksack vor und flüstere ihm zu: “Gelb?” Ein kurzes Schnaufen, dann Stille. Frau Bucklitzer schreibt weitere Zahlen an die Wand, und diese verschwimmen und verdrehen sich hinter meinen Augen, verzweigen und verwickeln sich in etwas unverständliches.
“Rot,” murmelt mein Teufel schläfrig zurück und summt weiter.
hey. here’s something i wrote a while back. bon apple tit. read n share if you like or idk just beat me up in the lidl parking lot i guess
Yandere Orignal Character
sooo the poll ended and a lot of you wanted some yandere oc content so here is it!
Warnings: There isn't a lot of explicit Yandere content since this is an introduction post, obsessive mentions, stereotypical Yandere shit, I don't know how to write him as a Yandere lowkey, no scent kink mention, mention of kidnapping,
as per usual lmk if I miss any warnings and gammerly can only do so much to save me.
as well as send in some requests about Bu if you want to learn more about him :)
word count?!: 602
You always noticed him, I mean how can you not? His staggering height and muscular body frame were enough to draw anyone near to him, it was enough to make himself the center of attention. Especially with the curly messy green hair that was always in a giant bun. If it wasn’t his appearance that captivated the general public of your college, then it was his dynamic personality. He always made people feel at home, that someone he just met can feel like a lifelong buddy. It was so… off-putting, but no one seemed to mind. Not the students, or staff, not the professors, who are enamored by the handsome boy with vitiligo. Top of the class and always doing just enough where he can excel.
Like everyone, you fell for the striking boy- felt it a strong word. More so you appreciate the eye candy whenever you cross paths with him, it’s sad really, you don’t even know his name
But, lucky he knows yours. He knows everything about you.
Bu is enamored by you. Obsessed? Is just a simple word to describe the feeling, the way his body heats up as his heart beats just a little bit faster as Bu catches you staring at him in the library you both study at. The way he appears to be the sunny calm man as he presents himself, his always seemling closed eyes pinched into a never-ending smile. But inside his head, in his heart is a completely other story
But is a very relaxed person, he can come off as cocky, overconfident and jealous people would even say egotistical. Can you blame him? He never failed at anything in his life, never got less than 98% on a test or assignment, never was picked last for dodgeball, and was never able to get something he wanted. Everything was within his reach, Bu made sure of that.
He is going to make sure that you are never out of reach, never unachievable. Because he wants- no, oh god no, he needs you and he will make sure he gets you.
Don’t mistake him though, he isn't going to kidnap you and store you away in a cozy cage locked in a temperature control room with all the commodities you can ever imagine. He isn't completely senile, but he is going to make tabs on who you hang out with, who is a potential love interest, who made you upset, etc. Bu is going to insert himself into your life in the most extroverted way, and use his popularity and then the underlying crush you have on him to his complete and ultimate advantage.
How can you know not to feel flustered and anxious when the moss hair boy you have been eyeing for months now, comes up and asks you about the upcoming math 111 test? You both well know that Bu can easily pass the test, but it's a good opportunity to see if you need any help, and oh boy are you not going to pass up this opportunity to spend one on one with the campus candy. Bu couldn't be more thrilled when you agree to meet up with him for coffee the next day to review,
And you couldn’t be more happy, that you not only managed to land a hangout with the monstrous sunny boy, but also his phone number and name.
“I can’t wait, I will see you tomorrow Bu!” you gave Bu a bashful smile, before turning and walking towards the door, Bu waved you goodbye, as his smile reached his seemingly closed eyes.
Her skin flashes as white as the snow beyond the ship. She stumbles back, a gasp puffed out of her purple lips.
"Krista!!! Krista!!!"
You...I see you. Suspended, surrounded, protected...for now. You call me. You need me. I can't loose you again. Not again!
"Krista! Snap out of it!-" A open palm slaps her face, followed by scolding reprimands, Jazzmine again rebuked for her more physical approach to problem solving.
As Whiskers held back the aggressive pre-medic, the ship's dutiful head medic, Elongador, rushed up to Krista.
Kneeling before her, she takes the girl's hands in her grasp. They were so cold. Fingers made of ice.
"Krista? Krista, you okay, what's wrong?"
Mumbles, that's all the girl spoke, rated, rating mumbles in a mad flurry.
"What's wrong with her?"
"That's a long list Gramps, were do you want me to start-"
"-Jazzmine, if you talk again, I will rip off you lips and feed them to you in a sushi roll, now, Elon, what's wrong with her?"
"I don't know-" Still clasping Krista's hand, she looks to Whiskers, "Go get my med bag and grab a blanket too, she's shiv-"
"Guys-" Her eyes inflated, her words in her already extremely soft voice now so soft almost inaudible, Krista had all their attention. They had never seen her so...so terrified. Incredibly terrified.
"-we shouldn't have come here."
Krista is from a unknown slash home planet. After she joins the Space Bunnies crew, she finds a band of friends to help her gain a footing of her identity and direction. But that comes crumbling as her past starts poking wholes in her now beautiful life. And the secrets hidden in her mind destroys her grasp on reality. Who was she? Who is she? Who will she be?
Krista is a orginal character from my current Sci-Fi book. This is one of my favorite characters, I very much enjoyed writing her, especially because her effects on the establish group dynamic. Super fun, hope you enjoy!!☺️
THE SPACE BUNNIES
Dispatch Galaxy Eyes...uhm...I mean Dispatch 32, consisting of:
The top of the medical corp, Elongador Swinsogie.
High ranking general and worlds-feared fighter, Comandor Whiskers.
First year med student, Jazzmine Smith.
First year combat specialist, Carion Unknown.
And first year technical support and communications specialist, Hamerari Kenji.
They, a random group of talented...well mostly talented...Warriors are sent on their first odyssey! Together they face their past, present, and future, fighting for each other and striving to bring peace to neighboring planets. To explore the unknown and give God the glory through the preservation of his creation, protection of the weak, and opening unity in the many different people groups. But only by fighting their inner demons can they truly success in their mission and earn the title of, "Space Bunny"!!
We just love when things start coming together
Reflections After Jane
By Ingrid Gomez
"Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had lives ago?" -Donte Collins
The streets were scattered with individuals walking, biking, and driving in every which way; The song of everyday chatter was imminent. Coffee in hand, Jane paced through the streets and wove her way through town until she found it; on the corner of Condor Avenue, down small concrete steps stood an unremarkable, plain, and faded wooden entrance.
Jane stepped inside; rows of bookshelves were strewn about, and no wall was visible. Armchairs, loveseats, and couches sat in corners. It smelled of Clover. Although one could note the distinct amount of dust, it took nothing away from the pleasant atmosphere. A small wooden sign marked this as the Selcouth bookshop.
~
Juniper had an unmistakably ordinary life; any typical person would not have a second glance at him. This aroma of invisibility never seemed to bother him. However, one could never truly know because, most of the time, Juniper would share absolutely nothing about himself. After a thoughtful conversation, one could not recall what, if anything, he had shared.
On this particular Wednesday morning, Juniper walked through London's cold, grey bustling atmosphere in search of a bookshop; This bookshop was not one of a distinct look. As the letter he had received the previous day stated, it was on the corner of Condor Avenue, down concrete steps, with a wooden door. This letter was one most people would have chosen to ignore in its entirety. It came in an unmarked crimson envelope and had been hand-delivered or certainly- had not been through the post. The letter itself was written on a sheet of notebook paper. The handwriting was substandard and made it difficult to read. Juniper found this letter intriguing because of the line stating, "Do you not remember? You are not deranged-life could be devoured ". The smell of clover leaves overwhelmed Juniper as he entered the Selcouth bookshop; it was desolate, minus one woman. She stood, coffee in hand, looking at a small yellow book. The woman looked up curiously. She was tall, with straight black hair similar to that of a raven, bangs, and dark- fierce eyes.
~
Jane flipped through a small yellow book until a thin, lanky man walked in. His hair was walnut colored, shaggy, and unkept- but still appealing. He gazed at Jane intently with brown eyes. A letter Jane received-one that brought her to this bookstore- never mentioned another person. Jane was the first to speak.
"Hello"
"Hey"
Juniper and Jane did not know what they were expecting from this bookshop. The letter failed to explain what would happen once they found it. They both started to see how odd this situation was. Why had they come? Who sent the letter? Why?
~
Later on, as they would look back on this unusual encounter, neither could remember how they ended up in the depths of meaningful conversation. Juniper, who so often went unseen, was cast into clarity. His need, one he ignored so often, to escape- to run outside of himself was subdued. He was stripped naked, to the bare bones of himself.
Jane and Juniper left the Selcouth bookshop. They stared into each other's eyes intently as they spoke, cigarettes in hand. They walked through the frigid cold air. Juniper could never quite remember the actual contents of their conversation. What he did remember was how they dwelled upon both the beauty and melancholy of the world and how Jane could dive into the most ruined sectors of Juniper and find his soft delicacies. Juniper explored Jane's mind; he uncovered the glory of imperfection. As the day passed, numerous cups of coffee and cigarettes were consumed.
Dusk drew near as they both sat on a small bridge. They peered into the water. They did not want this day to end. Juniper and Jane were extraordinarily alone in the world. This day became one that resurrected hope into their lives. Nothing in particular happened. They spoke to each other, and they understood. Silence fell. The end was near- they both knew it. The world was blue, and it closed in around them. They looked at each other. This day was a whirlwind of tenderness-one that would restore faith in living. Even if they were alone, they knew somebody understood. So they walked to the end of the bridge. Moonlight shone over their faces. They stared at each other, not entirely sure what to do. And they walked in opposite directions. They walked home. Their empty rooms felt a little bit fuller.
~
Eventually, Juniper would attempt to search for the Selcouth bookshop again. He looked for Condor Avenue- without any luck. It may have never existed. He tried to find Jane in a city of plenty. He was afraid he loved Jane, yet he knew they would never be in the same room again. Juniper would grieve for the rest of his life over the loss of this day. However, grief was love's souvenir, proof he loved, proof she was real. Anytime Juniper smelled a clover leaf, he knew she was real. Any crimson letter he received, he knew. Juniper collected small yellow books as a reminder: the world was not so desolate. He devoured. He consumed every pleasure of the world like a child.
I get nostalgic for things I’ve never had or experienced. I feel nostalgia for all of the father’s days I should’ve spent with my dad. I love so wholely and so deeply he should be sorry for neglecting my admiration. A girl will always look up to her father until he refuses to look back at her. As I get older, I thought it would hurt less but I actually discovered the pain becomes nostalgia.
Some Illustration I did in for school
Yes the second one is based off of AJR The DJ is Crying For help. It's a good song and it was for college interpretation of a song. Each bit has it own meaning sort of (how I feel what is happening in the song)
So for all of these (except the 1st) they have a color representation (idk about the soccer one) most of it it's cool vs warm and how you feel doing a certain activity (I didn't do a great job showing it but I just liked the poses and the colors or the persons.
The building one is pretty obvious lime and bright yellow (warm) while pink, dark green (or blue green), purple, and blue are all cool colors
The first one is supposed to be abstract and I did cool colors (my favorite palate), I just wanted it to have a flow and feel bubbly :]
I don't regularly post here because I don't really find any point to post anymore I'm still in fandoms but I really lost motivation to draw but at the same time I am overflowing with ideas where I can't even keep up 😂
I'm just posting this for funzies <3