More Horror RPG PONEHAki from Misao:More Like This
Akito (male Aki) from Misao:
He's my fav ^3^
Otome from Misao:
Dio from Mad Father:
amg so cute
Aya From Mad Father:
this is crappy
Monika (Aya's mother) from Mad Father:
I'll make more soon! DDDD
|Commision Information | SpirithowlsMore Like This
Yes, yes, a herp derp from Sekaryu
Someone commision me...
Im really falling into an artblock...
|Curly wolf desigs|
|fursona designs and other designs|
This means that you choose a uncoloured sketch or a base of your fursona or other OC, and I will have it designed for you. If you comission this please include in your description:
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A new Idea for a short storyHere's an idea of something that actually happened. Kind of a horror vibe, tell me what you think. This is all I could find about it. Oh the wondrous things on the interwebs.More Like This
Sometime during the night of August 16th, 1952, the small town of Ashley, Kansas ceased to exist. At 3:28am on August 17th, 1952, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The earthquake itself was felt throughout the state and most of the midwest. The epicenter was determined to be directly under Ashley, Kansas. When state law enforcement arrived at what should have been the outskirts of the farming community, they found a smoldering, burning fissure in the Earth in the earth measuring 1000 yards in length and approximately 500 yards in width. The depth of the fissure was never determined. After twelve days, the state-wide and local search for the missing 679 residents of Ashley, Kansas, was called off by the Kansas State Government at 9:15pm on the night of August 29th, 1952
Interrogation"I’ve told you already, I didn’t kill him!" Phil howled through his tears, banging his fist on the cold metal table. Of course he didn’t kill him. He was Phil’s best friend. His very best friend. Why on Earth would he kill his best friend? Phil couldn’t understand, why would he kill anyone? Phil couldn’t even hurt a mouse, never mind his best friend. His late friend went by the name: Daniel Howell.More Like This
It was pouring with rain when Phil finally reached his best friend’s door, banging three times on the door with his right hand as he tried to pull his jacket over his head with his left.
"Come on, come on, come on…" He muttered as he hopped from foot to foot as he tried to warm himself up. He hadn’t come prepared for sudden bad weather. It was nice when he had set off from home and he had underestimated Mother Nature.
Finally the door opened and he was greeted by the warm smile of his best friend, it instantly warmed hi