I drew this last year during Pride Month, thought ‘hey, that was fun’, and decided to draw more of these dudes this year but w/out making it super-uber fancy. Now, I drew the outlines of these and colored some at the DC Pride Parade about a half hour before the main event and have only now worked up the courage to actually color them all. I hope y’all like ‘em!
My cousins are over to spend the night with my and my little sister and because they forgot to bring anything with them to do other than their phones, I let them read my old books that were in my closet...
Now they’re reading a child book out loud together like it’s an incantation and I am honestly intimidated by their chanting.
he is literally right up there for characters im hella interested in and god just im in love. I mainly base this off of a webcomic i read with him in it which is so bizarre and random but still makes me wanna hug n protect this boy
My cat has been trying to get out of the barely-closed bathroom door for five minutes and every time he’s had enough he just flops on his back and bats at the gap in a hissy fit
“There is no better high than DISCOVERY.” -E.O. Wilson
[Yo. I types all of this last night and drew this throughout the day today. I hope you guys enjoy! Btw, I’m using this prompt list for this month’s art fest]
Word Count: 1833
Warnings: uuuuhhhh, suspense? A homage to one of my favorite childhood movies? (guess it right and you’ll get a cookie!)
“Come on girl, you can make it! Just run!” But no amount of whispered shouts could ever tempt May to take even a step forward. The others in the group tried to wave her over towards them, towards the dug out hole in the corner of the alley that would lead to safety–the lights of her older sister’s lamp barely illuminating the entrance to the tunnel that was just a dash away–but all the young wolf shifter could think of was how close the giant’s clawed hand was above her. How it was ever so slowly lowering down on her trembling form.
“There is no better high than DISCOVERY.” -E.O. Wilson
[Yo. I types all of this last night and drew this throughout the day today. I hope you guys enjoy! Btw, I’m using this prompt list for this month’s art fest]
Word Count: 1833
Warnings: uuuuhhhh, suspense? A homage to one of my favorite childhood movies? (guess it right and you’ll get a cookie!)
“Come on girl, you can make it! Just run!” But no amount of whispered shouts could ever tempt May to take even a step forward. The others in the group tried to wave her over towards them, towards the dug out hole in the corner of the alley that would lead to safety--the lights of her older sister’s lamp barely illuminating the entrance to the tunnel that was just a dash away--but all the young wolf shifter could think of was how close the giant’s clawed hand was above her. How it was ever so slowly lowering down on her trembling form.
And to think today started off like every other day.
She was woken up by her grandfather’s call for help with the breakfast, wrestling with her sisters and cousins to get to the bathrooms first, enjoying the loud, boisterous voices and barks of laughter of her family as they all sat down at the wide, dining room table in an equally wide room to eat together, wondering what her lessons would cover that day and if she had time to sneak away to finish her math work before she had to turn it in.. A day like any other day in her life of the underground.
But then trouble hit.
And by trouble meaning that they were running low on food supplies.
The young adult had noticed her uncle Mark frowning at the checklist in his hands as he too walked towards breakfast, not noticing May shaking the dust out of her fur from being tripped on her younger cousin’s paw, and then later when her eldest sister Lea opened the cupboard to make pancakes and flinched at whatever she saw. During breakfast she noticed that, between all of the jokes and laughter, a lot of the older adults were exchanging rather morbid glances, but refusing to discuss whatever was troubling them when younger ears were close. And that right there was all the proof May needed.
That they had to go to the Surface to restock.
The Surface. Once a place where their people had lived and prospered and free to be both wolf and human in the sunlight had now become a death trap, filled with creatures that--according to the tales her Nana told her and her sisters--loomed over the fields and houses, crowded the streets with roars of fury and steps that caused earthquakes. Some had said that they came from over the distant mountain ranges looking for food, others said that they came from the stars hoping to invade, “but either way,” Nana said, always with a bitter look in her eye “, they’re here now, and they’ve made their claim quite clear to all of us.” They had put everything and everyone in shadows filled with fear and pain in their arrival. So much so that every town, every family had to build sanctuaries within the earth; labyrinths and tunnels constantly being dug so as to always have a way to escape deeper and farther away from the giant beasts. Multiple entrances to the Surface are littered throughout the top level of tunnels, unlit by the torches that littered throughout their living spaces so as to keep the giant creatures from even knowing they were there.
And now a team of four volunteers had to go up to there among them to the abandoned farmlands.
May knew that she would get picked for the team, she’s the one of the few who’s memorized the route there and back entirely and she was the best at sneaking around as well (her cousin Richie had said that if she really wanted to she could run a whole mile on the Surface with such light feet not one monster would hear her). The thought sent a cold shiver down her spine and to the tip of her tail. She never got used to the feeling of such open space, where she could jump up as high as she could and not bang her head on stone or hard earth, where strong winds could pick up at any moment and could come from anywhere. And she didn’t know if she liked that feeling or not, and that was dangerous.
By the time all of the little ones were put to bed and the situation explained to everyone, May had shaken off her troubling feelings and only nodded solemnly when Uncle Mark told her to be ready within the hour.
It all went pretty well in the first half: her sister Lea, her uncle Tony, her older cousin Sara, and herself--all carrying large backpacks over their shoulders ready to be filled--found an exit in a covered alleyway that was closest to the fields of wheat and rye, covered it with a sizeable plank of wood, and silently made their way through the seemingly empty streets of the once populated town. The skies held a strong overcast that had probably let a torrent of rain down during the sunlight hours. They stayed away from the rapidly fading light of the setting sun and dashed between the long shadows; passing broken windows, smashed walls, water-filled potholes (that had the vague shape of bare footprints) and collapsed buildings that reminded them of the ever-present dangers they knew could appear around any corner and behind any building. In seemingly no time at all, they reached the overgrown fields that marked the farmlands and made their way to the still intact barn in the distance.
Everyone seemingly let out a sigh of relief when they managed to get everything they needed --bags filled up to the brims with food, building supplies, and medicine--and with no run-ins or close calls from the beasts, it seemed as though that everything would go perfectly for them.
So naturally, everything went horribly wrong.
Lea had started pull out their lantern to guide the way back home when she stopped and stared at the ground with razor focus. May looked up from counting the amount of eggs she’d snatched from the nests of the sleeping chickens to see her sister tense and looked down in the same direction her sister was looking to the muddy ground just outside the open barn doors. There was a puddle.
And the puddle had rippled.
May quickly closed and sealed up her bag, keeping her gaze locked onto the puddle while Lea got the attention of the other two to alert them that one was near; and with the next ripple showed up nearly right after the other May knew that it was getting closer. Everyone silently prepared themselves to dash into the tall grass on the same path they came through, the recent rains would soften their steps in the mud and even more so if they all shifted into their wolf forms. Only the sounds of soft padding and the wind filled May’s pricked ears as she took off into the grass after the other three, only looking back once to the abandoned barn house out of sheer curiosity and nearly tripping over her own paws in haste as she saw a shadowy figure crawl up to the other side of the large building. The top part of its torso could easily be seen over the top as it slowly turned its head around towards them. She thought she saw a gleam in one of its eyes before she whipped her head back around and pumped her legs harder against the soft earth.
It saw them. It saw her.
They didn’t stop running until they were well within the town and within the alleyway that held the entrance to their home, staying close to the deep shadows of the buildings as they all finally rested from their non-stop sprint. Lea caught her breath first and shifted back, quickly bringing out the lantern and the match to light it. It would take some time for the lantern to be completely lit and they needed its light to find the hidden tunnel entrance. Tony and Sara did a quick checking of their bags, making sure that they didn’t drop anything that would leave a trail, while May did a quick scan of the street they were near but didn’t see any moving shadows or looming figures and had almost relaxed a margin until she glanced down at one of the flooded potholes. It was rippling. Hard. And echoing rumbles grew louder and louder.
It followed them, it knew where they went. It followed her. And that thought alone terrified May so much she shifted to her wolf and let out a nearly silent yet petrified whimper.
She knew that the giant saw her through the tall grass, there was no way it could have not. The others had heard her and slowly began to slink their way back into the deep shadows in the alleyway, but May was stuck. She was stuck looking at that puddle in the hole that took up nearly half of the old street, stuck in her head thinking how it was her fault that the other her family were in danger because of her idiotic curiosity caught the attention of one of the giants.
May was so stuck, that she didn’t even notice when the ripples had slowed down in frequency while at the same time increased in strength, she didn’t notice the others finding the entrance and moving the heavy plank of wood off of their escape towards sanctuary. She didn’t notice anything outside of her own panic until a large BOOM shook the ground and echoed throughout the streets. Some of the water in the pothole splashed over the rim.
Everyone froze, and then they noticed just how far the youngest in the group was from their only escape. Noticed the large chunks of brick falling down from one of the buildings they were standing near.
No one spoke, no one moved a muscle.
May turned slowly around to see the other horrified expressions, but rather than being directed at her, they were directed up. Up to the rooftops of one of the buildings that now held an enormous form crouching there with their head swiveling around, not looking down but over the other rooftops with a low growl that made the fur on May’s spine prickle.
May still had a chance to flee. But she was frozen in place. Her paws wouldn’t even lift, her legs felt like stone. Even when the creatures head had slowly lowered to look down into the alley they were all in (her sister, her aunt, uncle, her family were all in danger if she moved towards them, it only saw her, it only wanted her), even when a hand larger than the round dining room table back home (would she ever see home again? Would her family ever recover from this?) came and descended slowly towards her, even when her family’s desperate whispers called out to her to run, goddamnit, run, she couldn’t move.
