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If you’re feeling busy right now. It is okay! Even the Noodles are working diligently ^.^
This is basically how I imagined Ichi and Ni working on making Kevin 2.0
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Omgsh guys, I had the craziest dream last night and after deciding, I decided to write her down.. Warning, it is a little gory at certain parts, but aside from that I really like the way I wrote this. I didn’t go back to edit much of it (maybe a few details) but hope y’all enjoy the madness.
7/17/2026
I was at home and in the yard, the air, as if remaining its smoky nature from yesterday, added another sort of realism to the beginning of the dream—still an almost imperceptible haze from the Canada wildfires.
I heard the neighbor’s dog crying behind the house and made haste to call my own inside before I saw the small white blur come up from the left side of the house—if you were to come out of the front door. He was hiding under the big bush we have, looking.. different. Scared. The poor thing was hunched down shaking, looking between me and what lay at the bottom of the slope on the left side. And how could I forget how human his eyes looked. Unlike other dogs, the dream had conjured them with the white only human eyes possessed. But I called to him, in my attempt to reassure, and picked him up in my arms. I was thankful that he didn’t have any visible wounds, aside a small streak of crimson across his chest and back.
Now, he seemed a bit larger in the dream, but he was still able to carry all the way to the front door, where I stopped to look back at what had scared the little guy—who still lay dormant in my arms.
And I could’ve never been prepared to see such a next sight.
Wolves.
But they were no earthly wolves. There were two of them, large and lean. Necks thick with manes. One of them, a dark, greyish black to the left, the other, a softer grey to the right. But it was the lighter one that especially haunted me. For the darker one’s face was a bit more hidden by the results of vague, blurred imagination that is expected at parts of the dream. But the other one shone crystal clear to my dreamer’s sight. Although its characteristics looked near identical to the darker wolf, the one of greyish blue had a strange, detailed nature to it.. Its face was what I remember most prominently.
And so, as it stood before me, I saw how its countenance bore the most striking resemblance to that of a mandrill. But again, not, like a mandrill. The thick, layered bulges running down its long face is what most resembled this angry monkey, and at the end of it, laid a small nose. But its eyes… Its eyes looked like nothing of either animal. How strange it was, the way the dreamer sees eyes…
They bulged out of its face, looking like perfect circles at the base of its long, layered snout. They were a crystal blue, which complemented the fur of the growling beast well. It reminded me of one of those paintings of dragons from old Chinese folklore. Painted to look straight ahead, and showing no signs of a lid that might hint the creature ever slept. Eyes cursed to stay open and unyielding, and given no rest at dawn’s call for slumber.
So with haste, I headed inside, shutting the door behind myself with the little white dog still docile in my arms. And goodness, I was never so glad I had called in my own companions.
The next part of this dream seemed a bit more vague when I woke up. But I still remember the faint details of the following.
The next thing I knew, I was in a parade. The surrounding area I don’t remember too well, but it was a mix of dark marble architecture, with water hugging my feet. It felt as if I had gone outside and rested my feet in a puddle, the water level small, and not fully submerging my toes. So that was what it was like. And there were others this time. I was no longer alone in the dream, as I was carrying this one piece of decoration. The frame had a rectangular structure to it, and four people supported it by horizontal bars sticking from each corner of the rectangle, as if an emperor were to sit in its centerpiece, completing the decor with flying waves of silken cloth. The structure was a mix of dark red and black, which blended well with the surrounding area. And unsure of where this came from, there were also spotlights of blue. Although, spotlights might not be the correct term for the lighting; throughout the time there were many lights of blue, making me feel like we were parading through some nightly lit water fountain area, which always glowed beautifully against the dark sky. But later, we took a break from carrying the mass, or.. after the red columns that held up its roof were knocked out of alignment, making the roof of the decor fall into large, cube-like pieces, which were tan in its veined color. It was a shame I never found out what we were carrying, but amidst our break, I found myself goofing off and doing the most ridiculous of activities for the occasion. As my friends sat, whom I do not know, for the dream again hid them in the blurs of companionship and alienation, I stood on my tippy toes and.. walked. A sophisticated runway walk I may say, as I tried to keep my head from moving with the way I stepped. Yes. Posture high, heels up, I walked across the neverending puddle, feeling the water trail behind each careful step. It was almost amusing to me. How unlike myself I had felt in that moment. As if I were some dazzling model for all to gawk at on this lone runway. As if I were a gem in this mass of shattered marble and rock. And as I carried out this activity, a friend that I knew had actually taken interest in my gait. Now I will not share the name of the individual, wanting to protect both mine and the companion’s share of dignity and embarrassment, but they asked if I could do it again. How odd…
But something had interrupted this part of the sleeping story, and it was after all hands were needed to fix the decor that I finally displayed my new, charming gait. But I heard no reaction, and that was the end of that portion of the dream.. As if it were some strange.. intermission, because now, I was back at the house again, and the wolves were back. Hungrier than before. And quite literally. They also looked.. different now, more wolf-like than its mandrill-like counterpart. The one of greyish blue had now taken on the appearance of complete jet black fur. But the other was still imperceptible in the haze of the dream, still a blackened blur that accompanied its hungry companion. And so the now-jet-black-wolf also had a new color that surrounded its eyes, smaller than how the black of a panda would conceal its own gaze, but very noticeable nevertheless. Different in color, one eye had an almost neon orange surrounding it, and the other, a neonish yellow. But both eyes were now no longer that crystal blue, and were instead a mix of both neons, looking like a hot ember on an iron stick, just taken away from its burning reshapement, as if it only needed to be doused in water to be taken back to the cooled blue it was before. So that was how the wolf was, but along with the many ways it had changed, I dare add a new, unsettling addition. It could talk. Oh yes. That mouth of white fangs now had a voice to complement its hunger.
Now, I never actually heard the wolf talk, but it was one of those things a dreamer just knew, by some unknowable fact, that it actually could. And whatever it said to me that night, it was not happy. No. It was mad at me. For doing something. But what had I done? I had never seen such a creature like it before, and even waking up, I can only guess that it must’ve been me saving what was planned to be its next dinner. Thinking back to the small white dog. So I guessed that must’ve been why, why its ribs looked so barren of a full stomach.
And the next thing that happened was that I had, in some way, shape or form, taken the ownership of a beautiful, tan-colored moose. A moose! By the way, all of this was now taking place in the backyard of my house. But it felt like a much bigger area than what limited space there was in reality. They ate the moose in their anger, killing it before my eyes. And the black wolf came up to me again, with its silly colors. As if it were saying something that I again could not hear or perceive. It ate my horse as well. Goodness.. I had a horse now. A beautiful paint horse, dark brown and white, like some chocolate cow. Ripped apart by the face, did those wolves end this next animal. This beautiful horse. As its long face was taken deep into the jaws of the black wolf, who ripped it off with such ferocity. Before the creature dropped dead, again, before my eyes. The worst part was, I could not run anywhere. For in a dream, you are victim to whatever your thoughts must sit you through in this hour of rest and vision.
They were still angry at me.. What could I do to sate their hunger? For the most part, the dream ended there I presumed, because I did not see any other vivid event after that. It was all a new blur as were the companions, the other wolf, and the end. But I like to think that I eventually made peace with them. That I made a deal. And that with this deal, they would be satisfied, and stay away from all the likes of my property and my animals.
And the wolf said yes.
Collection of Heisei Godzilla sketches and doodles i made over the past two months because hfjsdfkashfhaksdjahsf the heisei movies are so much fun
(Forgive me if I messed up the kanji here somehow T-T i don’t know Japanese)
YOOOOOOOO… THIS LOOKs AWESOME!!! 🤩
Debating on whether or not to watch Godzilla 0.-1
I just personally haven’t watched much of the Hesei-looking design on Goji (I definitely didn’t spell that right). Don’t get me wrong, it looks really cool. And I heard a lot of good things about it, so maybe one movie night :)🍿🥤
Soo.. ya girl mothzi made a comic series, read it if you like things similar to warrior cats go read it
The Blight - Escapees cover
He’s trying, give him credit >.<
I made some OCs XD
Never officially drew one before, and I just drew this random thing, but for some reason we already got a whole backstory.
Babysitting ;)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88575106/chapters/234987506
New TvM fic is posted! Chapter 1: Everything I had
Kevin will always be Kevin ;)
Update: I have currently Spanish splintered myself, (sobs inside) BUT. We have written a fair amount of TvM fanfic within the last hour :>
IF THAT’S A WIN. I’M TAKING IT.
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Reading: A Screaming Life: Into the Superunknown with Soundgarden and Beyond by Kim Thayil
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Last film watched: I really couldn't say it's been so long since I watched an actual film
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Salty or sweet: BOTH
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Reading: Nothing much because I can't focus except for fanfics and that's a stretch lately😩😩
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Last Song: I'm Only Happy When It Rains- Garbage....writing it because I need it out of my head since it's the theme song to Elle 😭😭
Salty or sweet: Both
Coffee or tea: Both, but coffee I drink daily
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Reading: A Light In The Attic by Shel Silverstein
Last series watched: Honestly might have been The Boys last session with my dad but I dont remember
Last film watched: Nowhere Boy
Last Song: Goodbye - Home Demo by The Beatles
Salty or sweet: I like Salty food more cause sweet food can upset my stomach
Coffee or tea: I like both
Working on: my art, poetry, and the alter for my gods! (Ares, Apollo and Dionysus)
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Reading: IT by Stephen king
Last series watched: I am not okay with this
Last film watched: the barbie movie ✌️😔
Last Song: pictures of you by the cure :3
Salty or sweet: salty but sweet stuff is yummy af (I'm eating butter toffee pretzels rn)
Coffee or tea: i HATE coffee but my fav tea is thai iced tea
Working on: my art, my music taste, figuring out my religion
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Reading: nothing much, I prefer writing things myself tbh XD
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Last film: I don't do movies lol, I guess tadc the last act??
Last song: Unpledged Alliance !!! :0
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hey gang
Reading: nothing atm last film: godzilla 2000 Last song: i dont remember, either a remix of looping the rooms by (get this) the larping tombstone or the unicorn gundam soundtrack Salty or sweet: both Coffee or tea: none Working on: my manga tags: @queenbeez119 @cinders-writes @kojiruto (open tags)
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Reading: This Lullaby (by Sarah Dressen or something like that)
Last Film: Project Hail Mary 💕
Last Song: Everything Stays (Feat. Olivia Olson) by Adventure Time, Olivia Olson
Salty or Sweet: Both 😋
Coffee or Tea: Water ;)
(I don’t drink coffee, but ya gurl loves a lil cup of tea and a chat once in a while ^.^)
Working on: Trying to find the motivation for writing (mostly) and drawing (but for specifics, studying for a large assessment coming up (far though), cleaning my room (we are 90% done), and having a productive summer!! 💪
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Sneak peak of progress
Stand ready for his arrival..
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chapter 2 is outttt!! thank yall for sticking with me <3
NEW CHAPTERRR
