Juniper relaxed under the shade of the large tree in the clearing of the forest – their forest, if they wanted to be technical. Well, the forest that was under their protection, at the very least. He adjusted his long-brimmed hat on his head and held the little charm at the end of the string around his neck with his fingers. The druidic circle had given it to him, and though it was just a simple wood carving, it had been attuned to him so that he'd known the territory he was responsible for. Lost in thought, Juniper's fingers began to lose their solidity and he started to drip goo onto the charm. They brought themselves back and solidified again – being a humanoid ooze had its advantages and disadvantages. Anyway, they were waiting for something. They were good at being patient, but as dusk approached, what they were waiting for arrived. The sound of wild animals running through brush came upon the forest, along with baying and howling. And then they came into view, a pack of
Final Girl's Fight (FFM 30) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
Final Girl's Fight (FFM 30)
She became a trucker after being the only survivor in a killing spree. When she wasn't driving trucks, she was researching her next hit. Justice was hard to come by and she learned she had to create it herself. She slung her shotgun over her shoulder as she entered the suburb. Revenge was never enough.
The World of Responsibilities (FFM 29) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
The World of Responsibilities (FFM 29)
Mr. Continuum was not, in technical terms, the ruler of Superlandia. He was, however, the designated King, as voted upon by the world governments and the citizens of the land. It was a combination of his handsomeness and his power being dangerous enough to encourage a high-profile scrutiny. Today, however, Mr. Continuum had had to have several meetings with officials and the press and he was exhausted. Pushing a button on his desk, he called in his current intern, Glob Boy, who arrived and stood in the doorway to his office. “How can I help you, your Majesty?” the teenager asked. “Glob...” Mr. Continuum asked, and shook his head. “We really have to work on that name,” he said. “It was Tim, wasn't it?” Glob Boy nodded. “Shall we play a little hooky, Tim?” the King asked. “You don't have to ask me twice, sir.” --- And so, in a few minutes they were floating above the tiny island nation of Superlandia in Glob Boy's gigantic, piloted bubbles. “Have you ever done this
Joe And Claude's Sad Story pt 1 (FFM 31) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
Joe And Claude's Sad Story pt 1 (FFM 31)
This isn't my body. I think I'd remember having a single eye, horns on top of my head, and six tentacles, as well as clawed feet. I am standing on a dead-end street in the middle of a suburb. One of the street lamps is out, masking me in darkness. A big, fat tear leaks out of my eye as I realized what has happened. Claude has happened. I suppose that's what I get for trying to get my life back together. Claude is, well, Claude. I realize this isn't very helpful in describing him, so I'll try again. He is penchant towards losers like me. Losers like me who had flunked out of community college and were living in their mom's basement and pushing thirty-five. I'd also been working at the same fast food joint for the past five years. I can't recall exactly what it was that prompted me to want to change. I think it was a lot of things at once – my aunt dying, another high school friend getting married, my estranged dad getting diagnosed with cancer. But I had decided that I was
Sayra picked her way through the decimated or war camp, looking for any supplies she could scrounge up. It was dangerous being here; she was a wood elf and orcs and wood elves had a long-standing enmity. Still, as a ranger it was important to take supplies where she could get them. She was saddened that the avalanche had crushed this village; any loss of life (even of enemies) pained her. Smoke and haze floated up from the collapsed buildings. Sayra shivered under her cloak as the snow started to fall. It would be best to head back to her own camp now before the daylight faded. The wood elf turned to leave but heard a cry of a child on the wind. She rushed to find its source. In a half-fallen building an orc girl with gray eyes and purple hair sat on the ground, all alone. Sayra froze. She knew that some of her family would not hesitate to kill the child on the spot. But the avalanche had killed all of the other orcs in this settlement; the girl was the only one left.
Wallace was staring at a dummy – more specifically, a metallic android casing surrounded by a glass case. He frowned, tapping the glass. “You do know that's just a model,” Jen Gillette, the salesperson, said. “We would of course use molding technology to make it look exactly like you.” “And this would be free, you're saying?” The salesperson nodded with enthusiasm. “Just having you use the technology would give us enormous publicity. War heroes are popular with the public.” Wallace whipped around and stared down Jen. “I'm not a war hero,” he corrected with a snarl. “Well, okay then,” Jen stammered. “We can brand it however you like.” Wallace was the head of his own security company now, but that's not what he was famous for. Back during the Starlight Wars, he'd been drafted (re: kidnapped from his family) into the Space Marines. He'd been the last one standing after the Battle at Epsilon Three, which everyone but him seemed to find fascinating. Jen from Eternal
What They Earned (FFM 26) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
What They Earned (FFM 26)
“You know she's just using us, right?” Jelar remarked as the noblewoman Minerva opened the entrance to the catacombs with an absurdly large key. Close to her side was Smidge, her quiet halfling servant. Trailing behind were Jelar, Leydee, and Travis, all hired to take care of any monsters that should appear during the noblewoman's treasure-hunting excursion. Leydee shrugged, ducking as she stepped through the doorway to avoid hitting her tiefling horns. “She's paying us, so I could care less what she thinks.” Travis, a talking skeleton, shrugged as well. “What's the worst thing that could happen?” “I don't know, we could all die horrible painful deaths?” Jelar mumbled. The group of them followed the noblewoman and her servant along the stone passageways. Travis stopped walking. He leaned on his sword, his skull resting on his arm bones. “Dying doesn't seem like a big deal to me,” he said. Jelar almost smiled in spite of himself. He punched Travis on the shoulder, nearly
Maxim was alone in the cell – deprived of his wand, spellbook, and cloak. Another wizard had bested him in a fight and was allegedly holding him for ransom (though he'd sent a note to his family, pleading with them not to pay. It was dark, the eve of a new moon, he knew. Maxim had not been able to sleep, worrying about his wife and friends. The light of a torch snapped him out of his regretful thoughts. “Hey Maxim, we're here to get you out,” a tall, dark-skinned man said. “Aheem, thank the gods you're here,” Maxim said in relief. Then he noticed a skeleton with red eyes poking at the lock to the cell. Maxim groaned. “Why'd you have to bring the skeleton?” he asked. “The 'skeleton' is the only one that can pick locks,” Travis the skeleton said. “It's rude to talk about people like they aren't there.” He popped the lock open with bony fingers. “There.” Maxim stumbled out of the cell, seeing that the paladin Marcus was there with them. “I found your tools in a chest
She checked the thermostat in the strange man's house. It was set at 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The stranger came out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies. The smell of them was overwhelming. He placed them on a coffee table and waved a hand, indicating for her to take one. He then went back into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine; he deftly uncorked it and poured two glasses. She noticed it was a merlot; he certainly knew his pairings. Taking a seat on a leather couch in the sitting room, she took a cookie. It was soft, warm, and crumbly in her hand. If she didn't know better, she would have said it tasted exactly like the cookies her grandfather used to make around Christmastime. She glanced at a scroll of parchment with bright red ink on it. Nearby was a bottle of ink and a feather quill. “So,” the stranger said, leaning in across from her with his hands clasped, “will you sign over your soul, or not?”
How to Make Mac N Cheese (FFM 22) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
How to Make Mac N Cheese (FFM 22)
“Is this thing on? Ahem. Well as you can see, I am Dr. Trixter, and we're live today with something a little different than my usual... concoctions. Due to popular demand I will be cooking! Macaroni and cheese, in fact!” The mad scientist cackled. He was standing in what was obviously a laboratory but had shoddily been jerry-rigged into an approximate kitchen space. “Here we have...” he began, gesturing to a set of foodstuffs on a counter, “stuff that I am told you make mac and cheese with.” Dr. Trixter's camera showed several boxes of boxed macaroni and cheese mix, milk, shredded cheese, and a bottle of hot sauce. Dr. Trixter opened the cardboard carton of milk, took a deep whiff, and made a face of disgust. Turning back to his fans, he attempted to smile reassuringly. “Well, I'm sure it's fine,” he said. “Expiration date was only yesterday!” He panned the camera to a hot plate that had a pot of boiling water in it. Dr. Trixter dumped a generous amount of hot sauce in the
Juniper relaxed under the shade of the large tree in the clearing of the forest – their forest, if they wanted to be technical. Well, the forest that was under their protection, at the very least. He adjusted his long-brimmed hat on his head and held the little charm at the end of the string around his neck with his fingers. The druidic circle had given it to him, and though it was just a simple wood carving, it had been attuned to him so that he'd known the territory he was responsible for. Lost in thought, Juniper's fingers began to lose their solidity and he started to drip goo onto the charm. They brought themselves back and solidified again – being a humanoid ooze had its advantages and disadvantages. Anyway, they were waiting for something. They were good at being patient, but as dusk approached, what they were waiting for arrived. The sound of wild animals running through brush came upon the forest, along with baying and howling. And then they came into view, a pack of
Final Girl's Fight (FFM 30) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
Final Girl's Fight (FFM 30)
She became a trucker after being the only survivor in a killing spree. When she wasn't driving trucks, she was researching her next hit. Justice was hard to come by and she learned she had to create it herself. She slung her shotgun over her shoulder as she entered the suburb. Revenge was never enough.
The World of Responsibilities (FFM 29) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
The World of Responsibilities (FFM 29)
Mr. Continuum was not, in technical terms, the ruler of Superlandia. He was, however, the designated King, as voted upon by the world governments and the citizens of the land. It was a combination of his handsomeness and his power being dangerous enough to encourage a high-profile scrutiny. Today, however, Mr. Continuum had had to have several meetings with officials and the press and he was exhausted. Pushing a button on his desk, he called in his current intern, Glob Boy, who arrived and stood in the doorway to his office. “How can I help you, your Majesty?” the teenager asked. “Glob...” Mr. Continuum asked, and shook his head. “We really have to work on that name,” he said. “It was Tim, wasn't it?” Glob Boy nodded. “Shall we play a little hooky, Tim?” the King asked. “You don't have to ask me twice, sir.” --- And so, in a few minutes they were floating above the tiny island nation of Superlandia in Glob Boy's gigantic, piloted bubbles. “Have you ever done this
Joe And Claude's Sad Story pt 1 (FFM 31) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
Joe And Claude's Sad Story pt 1 (FFM 31)
This isn't my body. I think I'd remember having a single eye, horns on top of my head, and six tentacles, as well as clawed feet. I am standing on a dead-end street in the middle of a suburb. One of the street lamps is out, masking me in darkness. A big, fat tear leaks out of my eye as I realized what has happened. Claude has happened. I suppose that's what I get for trying to get my life back together. Claude is, well, Claude. I realize this isn't very helpful in describing him, so I'll try again. He is penchant towards losers like me. Losers like me who had flunked out of community college and were living in their mom's basement and pushing thirty-five. I'd also been working at the same fast food joint for the past five years. I can't recall exactly what it was that prompted me to want to change. I think it was a lot of things at once – my aunt dying, another high school friend getting married, my estranged dad getting diagnosed with cancer. But I had decided that I was
Sayra picked her way through the decimated or war camp, looking for any supplies she could scrounge up. It was dangerous being here; she was a wood elf and orcs and wood elves had a long-standing enmity. Still, as a ranger it was important to take supplies where she could get them. She was saddened that the avalanche had crushed this village; any loss of life (even of enemies) pained her. Smoke and haze floated up from the collapsed buildings. Sayra shivered under her cloak as the snow started to fall. It would be best to head back to her own camp now before the daylight faded. The wood elf turned to leave but heard a cry of a child on the wind. She rushed to find its source. In a half-fallen building an orc girl with gray eyes and purple hair sat on the ground, all alone. Sayra froze. She knew that some of her family would not hesitate to kill the child on the spot. But the avalanche had killed all of the other orcs in this settlement; the girl was the only one left.
Wallace was staring at a dummy – more specifically, a metallic android casing surrounded by a glass case. He frowned, tapping the glass. “You do know that's just a model,” Jen Gillette, the salesperson, said. “We would of course use molding technology to make it look exactly like you.” “And this would be free, you're saying?” The salesperson nodded with enthusiasm. “Just having you use the technology would give us enormous publicity. War heroes are popular with the public.” Wallace whipped around and stared down Jen. “I'm not a war hero,” he corrected with a snarl. “Well, okay then,” Jen stammered. “We can brand it however you like.” Wallace was the head of his own security company now, but that's not what he was famous for. Back during the Starlight Wars, he'd been drafted (re: kidnapped from his family) into the Space Marines. He'd been the last one standing after the Battle at Epsilon Three, which everyone but him seemed to find fascinating. Jen from Eternal
What They Earned (FFM 26) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
What They Earned (FFM 26)
“You know she's just using us, right?” Jelar remarked as the noblewoman Minerva opened the entrance to the catacombs with an absurdly large key. Close to her side was Smidge, her quiet halfling servant. Trailing behind were Jelar, Leydee, and Travis, all hired to take care of any monsters that should appear during the noblewoman's treasure-hunting excursion. Leydee shrugged, ducking as she stepped through the doorway to avoid hitting her tiefling horns. “She's paying us, so I could care less what she thinks.” Travis, a talking skeleton, shrugged as well. “What's the worst thing that could happen?” “I don't know, we could all die horrible painful deaths?” Jelar mumbled. The group of them followed the noblewoman and her servant along the stone passageways. Travis stopped walking. He leaned on his sword, his skull resting on his arm bones. “Dying doesn't seem like a big deal to me,” he said. Jelar almost smiled in spite of himself. He punched Travis on the shoulder, nearly
Maxim was alone in the cell – deprived of his wand, spellbook, and cloak. Another wizard had bested him in a fight and was allegedly holding him for ransom (though he'd sent a note to his family, pleading with them not to pay. It was dark, the eve of a new moon, he knew. Maxim had not been able to sleep, worrying about his wife and friends. The light of a torch snapped him out of his regretful thoughts. “Hey Maxim, we're here to get you out,” a tall, dark-skinned man said. “Aheem, thank the gods you're here,” Maxim said in relief. Then he noticed a skeleton with red eyes poking at the lock to the cell. Maxim groaned. “Why'd you have to bring the skeleton?” he asked. “The 'skeleton' is the only one that can pick locks,” Travis the skeleton said. “It's rude to talk about people like they aren't there.” He popped the lock open with bony fingers. “There.” Maxim stumbled out of the cell, seeing that the paladin Marcus was there with them. “I found your tools in a chest
She checked the thermostat in the strange man's house. It was set at 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The stranger came out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies. The smell of them was overwhelming. He placed them on a coffee table and waved a hand, indicating for her to take one. He then went back into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine; he deftly uncorked it and poured two glasses. She noticed it was a merlot; he certainly knew his pairings. Taking a seat on a leather couch in the sitting room, she took a cookie. It was soft, warm, and crumbly in her hand. If she didn't know better, she would have said it tasted exactly like the cookies her grandfather used to make around Christmastime. She glanced at a scroll of parchment with bright red ink on it. Nearby was a bottle of ink and a feather quill. “So,” the stranger said, leaning in across from her with his hands clasped, “will you sign over your soul, or not?”
How to Make Mac N Cheese (FFM 22) by doodlerTM, literature
Literature
How to Make Mac N Cheese (FFM 22)
“Is this thing on? Ahem. Well as you can see, I am Dr. Trixter, and we're live today with something a little different than my usual... concoctions. Due to popular demand I will be cooking! Macaroni and cheese, in fact!” The mad scientist cackled. He was standing in what was obviously a laboratory but had shoddily been jerry-rigged into an approximate kitchen space. “Here we have...” he began, gesturing to a set of foodstuffs on a counter, “stuff that I am told you make mac and cheese with.” Dr. Trixter's camera showed several boxes of boxed macaroni and cheese mix, milk, shredded cheese, and a bottle of hot sauce. Dr. Trixter opened the cardboard carton of milk, took a deep whiff, and made a face of disgust. Turning back to his fans, he attempted to smile reassuringly. “Well, I'm sure it's fine,” he said. “Expiration date was only yesterday!” He panned the camera to a hot plate that had a pot of boiling water in it. Dr. Trixter dumped a generous amount of hot sauce in the
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Well, it's been a good while since I've written a journal (almost a year), so a lot has happened in a year, I guess? My sister and her husband bought a house in January, and I moved in with them. My sister's best friend/old college roommate moved in with us in June, which has been great. Um, what else? I've still been struggling with tooth issues but have appointments with specialists in the next couple months. And we got a couple new kitties (Barnie and Winston) who I love very much.
Summer has been busy.. I was on an overnight weekend shift at my job from March to June, so didn't do much in June. In July we had our annual camping
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It's been a long time since I've written a journal so I've got quite a few things to talk about.
Managed to make it to a few amusement parks this summer, which was fun. The best amusement park we went to this year was Waldameer World in Erie PA. The Ravine Flyer II coaster was something else, and the log flume had two drops! My sister and I went to Waldameer the same weekend we went to the Twinsburg festival, which was pretty great. This year the theme was video games, so we dressed up as Toad from Super Mario Bros. We also hung out with a pair of twins I knew from college so that was great, too.
My sister's wedding is at the end
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Again, I've let time get away from me since the last journal entry. Thanks to Memnalar (https://www.deviantart.com/memnalar)'s generosity, I get to use journal skins again :dummy:
The past three months have been pretty boring. Got used to my new job, braved winter, had two MORE teeth pulled in January thanks to fractures (no more trouble with that though, thank goodness), and just had surgery on my thyroid to remove a nodule: benign but annoying. I have to be out of work until next week, so that's that. Eh. I'm starting to feel a little better though.
As far as what I'm reading/watching/playing, I'm almost completely caught up with Welcome to Nightvale, which feels k
Thank you so much for reading and faving my most recent poem. It’s such an amazing thing to receive appreciation for a literary work as a primarily visual artist. I’m really happy that you enjoyed it.