This Again (No. 8)
I don't even know why I do this anymore…
I don't even know why I do this anymore…
And we're back. Again. Yay? Requests- NoArt Trades- Probably not but you can ask anyway Collabs- Eh Commissions- yes please[Highest ranking thing: #255 in Random]…
Welcome one and all to the land of procrastination, bad puns, and artI hope you enjoy your stay!Requests: Never Art trades: Possibly Collabs: Sure why not Commissions: Definitely (Highest ranking or whatever you call it: #293 in Random)…
A (very much not complete) book of most of my OCs!…
Ah, hello. Well, I should probably tell you how this all started. I mean- I'm stuck here, probably about to die, and Artemis is who knows where. And, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, all my friends are dead. I'm honestly not sure what else to say. Oh- I know. You probably want to know my name, right? My names' Apollo. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friends. Let's just hope I can talk to you again. Given, of course, if I don't die first.…
"Please do tell me, what's so strange about all this?" He leaned against the statue of a leopard that rested behind him. "Oh, I dunno. Maybe the fact that we're on our way to a city in the middle of the mountains that we aren't even sure exists?"He tilted his head slightly. "It does exist, though. Finn has shown us, remember?" "But, you have wings, and a hole in your chest. Is that not strange? He's fast, I can shapeshift. Oh, and that's a moving statue." I countered. He smiled, clearly amused. Behind him, the stone leopard rumbled softly and closed his eyes. It was about to be another very, very long night.…