Hellooo. I’m new to posting my art, but I’m really hopeful that I’ll be able to find a few people who enjoy it.
I would be incredibly grateful for any commission requests!
Commissions are OPEN!
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Legitimate I need ghost or spirit advice I shit you not
So I live in this old ass house on land that's been in my family's since as far as the records go Im talking generations of my family have lived and died in the house I'm in now.
Small shit normally happens, I hear something odd, something goes missing but recently it was a clock.
This clock stopped working a few years ago apparently around the time my great grandaddy died. A few weeks ago it started ticking again and still is.
To-fucking-day however, I was in the spare room watching shit on the computer. Let me say this spare room has 2 doors. One to the outside and one to the second bedroom. The door that leads to the bedroom only locks from outside the spare room where I can't reach.
After a while in that room I heard a clicking sound and thought it was a dog that leaned against the door. 30+ minutes later when I tried to go into the spare room to get to the rest of the house I was locked. Out. That clicking noise? Was the deadbolt. This door isn't easy to lock either that bolt takes effort I lock it every night and unlock it when I get up to go in there and work.
I had to go longways around the house through the front door to the second bedroom to unlock my spare room and relet myself in it. Something locked me out of the house from the spare room and it wasn't my mother who was the only person inside.
A few minutes later I was in the kitchen sitting down and my mom asked if I was the one walking around bc she was hearing footsteps and I?????
Vindictive bastard that's probably one of my own kinfolk locked me out of the house like who even DOES that???
Anonymous asked:
Will we ever find our way home?
The trees will always guide those who are willing but will not always take you where you want to go. Do not expect the ending you desire.
Heres your cat picture sorry its late
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you wander. you roam. you kiss the stars and shoot gods from the sky.
they aren’t your stars; they taste of cardamom and whatever dreams are made of. the sky here is malleable– the gods even more so.
you flit from plane to plane, planet to planet with the same ease with which one might stroll through the park. it takes you months before you find yours again, see the twilight of the sky you grew up under and taste the magic in the air, far different but no less potent than the star-strewn plane you were thrown to.
and when their arms wrap around your shoulders, when you breathe in the scent of his skin and his fur and her hair and their flame, your soul finally knows it found home.
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You know for a fact that guy laughed his ass off for decades at this expert prank
