you think she got used to being a drone then forgot she couldn’t fly irl
inspired by this post:
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CHILDHOOD HOMES (and why we hate them):
After over a decade, you return home to find it unchanged.
A short, interactive horror story, and my first attempt at making something in Twine. Inspired by Anatomy, House of Leaves, and my deep hatred for my own childhood home! Full trigger list included on the itch.io page.
Play here!
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Cass Apocalyptic Series is consuming my brain— doodles the little leo in pants ✍️
there’s a little blood so peep a panel redraw if you’re not into that
CW: blood ⬇️
@somerandomdudelmao i love your dynamic scene composition but i’m not good at that— all i can give is colourful leo because i am sO normal about leo going to the future lol
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hi, it's been a while - college is keeping me busy so i can't draw much, but wanted to do something for Riot of Rot - Plague mom Wine Aunt
happy disease festival
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Have a Ghost are Dragons Prompt
Danny hadn't seen Vlad's other form. Not in the entire time he'd known him, nor at any point during a fight.
Oh sure, he'd gone into a ghost form, but never anything else, never anything more. Even Box-Ghost changed sometimes, usually to sit contentedly in one of said boxes until a ghost hunter started to shoot at him. Usually Danny's parents.
He'd never seen it until now, his own leg torn through by an unlucky shot and wings too small to fly as he tried to run. Tried to flee from his parents- tried to get out from the lab while green spattered everywhere.
He'd never seen it until they were trying to cut into him, even if they didn't know it was him. That it was their son. He just needed to get to the Portal, just needed to get out where they couldn't reach.
And then Vlad had arrived, almost seeming to stutter and freeze, everything growing cold. And then burst into flame.
Everything was a blur after that. Everything hurt, more than it should have compared to the injuries he'd suffered before. Painful enough that his vision whited out.
The next thing he knew, he was in the Zone. Not in Amity, not anywhere familiar either. He tried to ignore that fact, just as he tried to ignore the ectoplasm green dripping from slowly (too slowly) healing wounds.
"Where are we going?" he found his voice, however small.
Vlad was quiet, an unreadable expression on his reptilian face, head turned away from him. "Somewhere," he eventually answered, not sounding anything else but exhausted. "I'll figure it out."
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