I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 

I suspect they were trying to keep me busy and distracted while they cleaned up the corpse in the living room?!?

oh, fair enough

So @invinciblezine did a horror zine called Calamity’s Advent and I did four things for it! FOUR!

fiwst off it’s gwima! having a happy day! isn’t he adowable? owo (you can shoot me now)

Next was the two sketches! Working with grayscale was fun

And last but not least I wrote a biopic/perspective flip about… Ephidel? Read it here!

Does your OC fear dying in a certain way or from a particular cause? If so, what is it, and why do they fear it?

I decided that until I make a blog for my Original Writing I can still do this kind of stuff for my fandom OCs here. I haven’t gotten to use them in a while and I miss them.

Lexy (Kingdom Hearts OC) is absolutely terrified of Shadow Heartless. She doesn’t want to die in general, and she’s scared of basically all Heartless (especially any with sharp claws), but Shadows are by far the worst.

For Azriel (Devil is a Part-Timer), the worst option would be to die while Alciel needs her - say, in a big battle while she sees Alciel getting overwhelmed. She also, paradoxically, fears dying peacefully in her sleep. Azzy can deal with battles, that’s what she’s used to, but even after over a year, not being in a battle is still foreign to her.

Lily (Vampire: the Masquerade) is scared of drowning, and won’t step on frozen bodies of water if she can help it.