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Okay in my house we have a strange tradition. My mother builds this beautiful Christmas village.

It wraps all around our house through the rooms and under the trees and it’s wonderful.

Every year she hides the Christmas Vampire

This started when I was a very small got child and spread to all of my friends, including my best friend from elementary school who I just so happened to grow up and marry. Now that we have grown up and moved nearly 600 miles away we still always go home for a week at Christmas for multiple reasons, including the Christmas Vampire.

Needless to say we still partake and things have gotten heated.

Stay tuned for the epic conclusion and to see my husband and father in Lin-Manuel Miranda’s sooty costume when I find the Christmas Vampire First!

Happy Haunting!

Dad has no fricken clue how to trash talk and I don’t trust him in the slightest.

The saga continues. Mom hasnt finished the village yet and it’s starting to get to her….

Hahahaha, I mean I love this on multiple levels.  But what really threw it over the top was the mom’s anxiety over the world-building and city design being right.  I feel you vampire-hiding mom, I feel you.

A little bit about my art

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i went into a gamestop from another reality today

What happened?

so, i only went in to get the shiny silvally code. should’ve taken like a minute or two at most but i was in there for upwards of ten. it was deeply unsettling right off the bat when i walked in because it was quiet. like really quiet. the tv that plays the gaming news and the speaker that plays the ads weren’t running. the cashier says hello and i get in line to wait. it is dead silent. nobody in the store is making any noise except for the cashier, who is typing. she’s helping a little boy sell 12 PS4 games. the boys mom is walking back and forth behind him sipping her gas station brand cup of coffee. literally just walking back and forth from one end of the store to the other. all the while the entire store is silent, the kid is silent, the mom is silent… all 5 of the other full grown adults in this store are silent. and i’m the only one in line behind this kid, these other adults throughout the store are like standing in one space just staring and being quiet. they weren’t browsing, they weren’t talking. nobody was making any noise. i wasn’t making any noise. i was standing there thinking about how eerily silent it was in this gamestop and wondering what the hell was going on - hyper aware of every move i made because i didn’t want to make a noise and break the silence. this carried on for literally 10 minutes before another cashier came in through the front door and loudly exclaimed “i can’t leave you alone for five minutes.” he called me to the counter and asked me what i needed help with. it was like immediately the ambient noises of gamestop all returned at once and i stepped forward to get my code.

my favorite part of this is the implication that not only was the first cashier somehow responsible for the eerie silence to begin with but also that this has certainly happened before

Pugsmas

A little rewrite of “the 12 days “ for a friend who loves pugs. Inspired by her Pug Christmas Tree

On the first day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the second day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the third day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the fourth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the fifth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the sixth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the seventh day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the eighth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the ninth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the tenth day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the eleventh day of pugsmas a true friend gave to me: 

On the twelfth day of pugsmas my true friend gave to me: 

Making some Thor postcard, have so much fun drawing them:))) Will print them out and giveaway~(*´∀`)~♥

Update from Tan Jiu, translated by Yaoi-BLCD.

yaoi-blcd general chatroom / Their Story fan chatroom.

Their Story Character Guide

Previously: /1/ /2/ /3/ /4/ /5/ /6/ /7/ / 8/ /9/ /10/ /11/ /12/ /13/ /14/ /15/ /16, 17, 18/ /19/ /20/ /21/ /22/ /23/ /24, 25/ /26/ /27/ /28/ /29/ /30/ /31/ /32/ /33, 34/ /35/ /36/ /37/ /38/ /39/ /40/ /41/ /42/ /43/ /44/ /45/ /46/ /47/ /48/ /49/ /50/ /51/ /51b/ /52/ /53/ /54/ /55/ /56/ /57/ /58/ /59/ /60/ /61/ /62/ /63/ /64/ /65/ /66/ /67/ /68/ /69/ /70/ /71/ /72/ /73/ /74/ /75/ /76/ /77/ /78/ /79/ /80/ /81ab/ /81c/ /82/ /83/ /84/ /85/ /86a/ /86b/ /86c/ /87/ /88/ /89/ 90/ /91/ /92a/ /92b/ /92c/ /92d/ /93a/ /93b/ /94a/ /94b/ /94c/ /94d/ /95a/ /95b/ /95c/ /95d/ /96a/ /96b/ /96c/ /97a/ /97b/ /97c/ /98/ /99/ /100/ /101/ /102a/ /102b/ /102c/ /103/ /104a/ /104b/ /105/ /106/ /107a/ /107b/ /108/ /109a/ /109b/ /110a/ /110b+c/ /111/ /112a/ /112b/ /113a/ /113b/ /113c/ /114/ /115/ /116a/ /116b/ /117/ /118a/ /118b/ /119/ /120/ /121/ /122a/ /122b/ /123/ /124/ /125/ /126/ /127/ /128/ /129/ /130/ /131a/ /131b/ /132a/ /132b/ /133a/ /133b/ /134/ /135/ /136/ /137/ /138/ /139/ /140/ /141a/ /141b/ /142/ /143/ /144/ /145/ /146a/ /146b/ /147a/ /147b/ /148a/ /148b/ /149a/ /149b/ /150/ /151a/ /151b/ /152a/ /152b/ /153/ /154/ /155/ /156/ /157/ /158/ /159/ /160/ /161/ /162/ /163/ /164/ /165/ /166/ 167/ /168/ /169/ /170/ /171/ /172/ /173/ /174/ /175/ /176/ /177/ /178/ /179/ /180/ /181a/ /181b/

My Campaign of Colorful Mayhem

When a librarian passes her display and thinks, yesssssss, the brainwashing is going to plan.

I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just… answer it…

The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.

Scary nurse in a creepy voice: “Do you have an appointment to see the doctor?”

Me: “Uh. Do you accept walk-ins?”

Scary farmer: “I like to kill people!”

My friend, brightly: “I like to die!”

Zombie : “AARRRGH”

Me : “Do you get dental insurance?”

Zombie : “TEETH!!”

This happened to me.

Scary prison dude: HELLO

Me: Nice to meet you!

Him: (pause) No it’s noooooot

My worst horror house experience was when I couldn’t find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying “please scream as loud as you can when you run out there” and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that

Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend?  Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet?  Guy: … Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing).  – Got to walk a second time through–  Same guy: My friends -wailing-  Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh. 

I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.

Specifically, I remember;

There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said “Hi!” and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.

Near the end, there were these twin little girls. “Come play with us.” They said. “Okay!” I said. “Forever.” They said. “Oh, sorry, can’t do that. I’m busy.”

I could hear them giggling.

Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!

Me: thanks dad

A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad

I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.

The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way

A visit from Satinclaus

A Christmas story with rhymes.

Trigger warnings: contains a mention of violence/abuse, not a Christian version of Christmas.

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TimTim was sleeping, snugged tight in his bed, dreaming of gifts and treats in his head. He awoke to a sound, so light and so round. A jingle, a tingle, a soft single bell, a sound joyous and swell.  It came from down stairs in the living room. It must be Santa, TimTim would assume.

He peeked down the stairs, and saw his mother asleep on the couch, after her prayers.  From the fireplace arose a black hat from the soot, it raised up and up at least by a foot. Then out came a man dressed in a midnight satin suit, over his shoulder hung a pearly sack bulging with loot.

Ash cloven hoof prints were left by the heels of his vegan leather knee high size tens as he slid across the floor, looking through a dark crimson red lens.  He stopped at the tree, knelt down and pulled out gifts, one, two, and three.

On the couch mother stirred, and looked up at what she’d heard, but quick as a Mamba he pressed a finger to her lip.  A soft “shh, please miss do not flip,” and his gaze flashed to the stairs, a wink to the boy and a “you’ll wake TimTim and we both know he does not like scares.” He looked at mother again, using magic to help her back to sleep.  He pressed a kiss to her forehead and said “Goodnight, sweet dreams, and do not weep.”

Then up again to the mantle he slipped, taking a red velvet cookie before disappearing back to his soot filled crypt.  

-

The first gift, clad in crimson satin, was a bike, shiny and red with handles in black, and a pearly white seat. The second made a sound far too sweet.  

TimTim opened it with a quick rip. He found a black, red eyed pup, who tackled him with a bork and yip.  He took the pups tiny paws, and with a huge smile he told it that he saw his mommy kissing Santa Claus. They played and played until, with a clipped knock at the door, mother awoke and answered the door for a bloke.

TimTim hid with his pup knowing what would come next. The man rose his voice about a text.  There was a shriek and a slam as a bottle shattered on the wall. Then in came a man, full of anger as wide as he was tall. TimTim stared, frozen, through a teary gaze- Christmas should not be one of these days. 

Just then a growl from the pup filled up the room, and he grew and grew, fast with a zoom. His snarl was loud, and his snort left an ashen cloud. With a snap and a crack the naughty man was devoured, as he screamed and he cowered.

-

“Dear Satan, 

this year has been hard, but we moved to a house with a yard. I know Christmas is not for awhile, but this year I only want a bike, a puppy, and to see my mom smile.”

Merry Christmas TimTim, may next year be less grim.

My coloring book came out on Amazon!

Scenes include ranges of farm, nautical, and nature.

Also includes black page versions of every image for those who like to color with media like pastels and chalk, or try to color the light.

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some of us try to take this sibling shit seriously, asshole

Hello minna! Thank you everyone for everything, I’m so happy to know that you like my art! Here are some sketches I did. I’m trying to improve my drawings and make expressions look more real. I used Kagome and Sesshoumaru in special but you’ll also see Rin and Touga there! I’m so in love with them! If you’re interested in more sketches, my Instagram is @sayuri_akazukin

My coloring book came out on Amazon!

Scenes include ranges of farm, nautical, and nature.

Also includes black page versions of every image for those who like to color with media like pastels and chalk, or try to color the light.

Get it on Amazon