Goals for this weekend:
-Read book one of the AFTG series -Add at least 2k more words to my WIP horrorfest fic -Finish at least one more ref sheet or piece of character art for my Art Fight roster
Someone hold me to this
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Goals for this weekend:
-Read book one of the AFTG series -Add at least 2k more words to my WIP horrorfest fic -Finish at least one more ref sheet or piece of character art for my Art Fight roster
Someone hold me to this
The upside to never leaving my house is never dealing with people. The downside is never wearing real clothes and taking a lot less selfies. Going to a baby shower this afternoon (morning actually, since I’m helping set up) so I’m sitting here mostly dressed finishing my coffee so I can brush my teeth
(The quiet but present melody of Shellwood is broken by the sound of light footsteps near the home of the Sentinels. Once more, it is the ragged Skarr with his painted skullcap, only this time wearing a heavy rosary necklace.)
(He nervously stumbles to the edge of the property, not wishing to activate the traps again. So he, out in the open, sets down two white items made of silk)
“I wish forr peace,” he calls, “Something to give to the child-young I scarrred.”
(On closer inspection, it appears that the white objects are two pure silk plushies, one a teddy bear, the other in a shape of what could only be the hydrogen bomb Tsar Bomba.)
(Elkko nervously looks around for any response, and then begins to turn, having made his offering.)
@skarr-snitch-hunter
You return.
Why?
The federal government is controlling the news about what’s happening here in Chicago. They are spinning stories that are disturbing and aren’t even remotely true.
My partner and I are personally supporting immigrants in our community but I’m reluctant to post details publicly. It’s not safe for them nor us.
Hi guys
Companion.
i want to go home :(
Ok but sometimes you gotta sit down and work on a lil puzzle, y'know. Something complicated enough to take a level of concentration and yet simple enough that your brain can cycle through thoughts.