I was at my frkends and I was leaning over a bathroom sink and I felt tiny needles on my leg. His kitten was climbing up my pants, on to my back, and on to the counter. He then saw himself in the mirroe and starting yelling
That kitten, as you might have guessed it, was me.
There was only the sound of Sal breathing as he sat alone in the empty room. He didn’t see any reason to fight it, considering he was strapped to a table and awaiting death.
He was scared, though he didn’t show it. He wasn’t ready to die. There was so much left he had wanted to do. He stared blankly ahead, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. He heard the door open, and swallowed. He closed his eyes, feeling himself involuntarily shake. He could hear them prepping the needle to go to the IV tube, the sound of their breathing mixed in with his. “Any last words?”
Sal stayed deathly silent, his eyes clamped shut as he shook like a leaf. His thoughts raced in the brief period it was completely silent before the executioner let out a small “Very well then.” He could feel his arm being held steady, before he felt the needle slip into his arm. He took a deep breath, feeling the other needle slip in, before he could start to feel fluid being pumped into his veins. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this he didn’t want-
He blacked out.
A minute after that, his lungs stopped working.
Two minutes after, his heart completely stopped.
He woke up, feeling both warm and cold at the same time. He looked around, trying to recognize where he was. He quickly realized- he was on the edge of town, close to the old apartments. Hell, he could see the top of it just over the trees. But he was just-?
He slowly stood, steadying himself. He was still wearing that stupid orange jumpsuit. He tugged at it frustratedly, before noticing how.. transparent he looked. He could faintly see the road through his hand. He held his hand up to the bright light of the moon, and sure enough.
Did that mean he was.. a ghost?
He definitely died. He didn’t expect to come back like this, however. He didn’t feel any different, though. It was strange.
He looked around. Were the apartments still here? He’d have to find out, he figured. Slowly, but surely, he started to walk toward the towering apartment building. God, this place had turned to shit, he thought to himself as he approached the building. Dilapidated and covered in graffiti, it was hard to believe he called this place home so long ago. He opened the door, looking around. The inside was just as bad as the outside. He wandered around the first floor, before stopping at the elevator. No way in hell that thing could work. He wondered if he could..
He started to slowly float up, phasing through the ceiling and into the second floor.
He started to explore the whole building, stopping at the roof. He stood in front the edge of it, staring out. He froze up, feeling someone’s breath hitch behind him.
He quickly turned, before he stopped completely.
Larry stood there, eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly.
Sal was dead, and so was Larry. But more importantly, they were together.
Neither spoke a word, but no words needed to be spoken.
They both rushed towards each other, throwing themselves into each other’s arms. Sal buried his face into Larry’s chest and Larry buried his face into Sal’s long, blue hair. They cried together, clinging to each other.
“God, I missed you so much-” Larry breathed out, relishing the feeling of Sal’s body entwined with his. He still had bitter tears in his eyes. “God, Sal, I-” “I know.” Sal interrupted him, smiling behind his mask. “I still love you too. So much.” Sal whispered. “I didn’t know you were..”
“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to, either.” Larry pressed his lips to Sal’s head, and they both fell comfortably silent.
They stayed like that for a while, before Sal gently pulled Larry further away, starting to slow-dance with him, like they had that one night- when they first told each other that they loved each other. He hummed quietly, resting his head on Larry’s chest as they danced. Larry moved in time with him, humming along as he twirled Sal around, before dipping him.
Sal sighed happily, feeling his mask being lifted up and lips pressed against his.
Silhouetted in the moonlight, the two ghostly figures vanished out of sight.
Made a pastel friend for my Luna MouseMoth! She has a needle felted head, a sewn body, embroidered wings and antennae, glass eyes, and whiskers from my cat Minnow! (They are naturally shed whiskers that I’ve collected over the years!)
I needle-felted a Spinosaurus! He’s a gift for one of my lecturers. He took around a week to make over the course of two or three months. I used a wire armature, so you can move him pretty much any way you want! I’m definitely thinking of taking commissions/setting up a shop once the academic year’s over.
When the weather improves, I’ll take him outside for a more naturalistic photo shoot.
Believe it or not, this is needlefelting. Not painting. I’m super astonished how unreal this looks. But this is ACTUALLY a felted doll. Anyways. This buddy is my test model to check out what I can do to him in the progress of the stopmotion animation, what colours go best and so on. That’s why one of his feet is slightly darker orange than the rest. Previously I used another turquoise shade, which is still visible on his belly.