I DON'T LIKE THIS VACATION.

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The sand crunches under my feet as I move forward, step by step, over to the rocks up ahead. Three of them sit mostly upright in the sand, in various states of disrepair, and I pause.

That is... an awfully familiar sight, unfortunately-- the positioning, the design, all scream "not a rock". My ear twitches nervously, and I take a step back, uncertain.

My mask breaks me out of my thoughts before they can delve any further.

"NOT A ROCK, DUMBASS," says the notification that pops up, helpful as ever. A startled laugh escapes me, and I wave the popup away. "No," I agree, "I suppose it isn't just a rock."

Fear subsided, I crouch by the tombstone, brushing sand off of the worn smooth surface. Despite the cracks, the stone looks rather undamaged, as if it's never seen a proper storm-- or, more accurately, as if it got stuck in time somewhere down the line.

My fingers linger on the stone for a moment, dread beginning to bubble in the pit of my stomach again, before I grab it by the scruff and throw it into the ocean.

No.

We are not going through this now, I decide. There's no reason to assume this planet is empty-- though the first sight being tombstones is a little unnerving. I refuse to believe there is no life here other than hostiles, not again.

And if it is...? A little voice inside me whispers, and I scowl.

If it is, it simply isn't anymore. I am here, and I refuse to believe it.

I stand, turning sharply, and walk to the stairs, the cool stone and familiar sound of my staff against something solid clearing my head as I scale them.

I stop at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to get my bearings. The large rock (boulder? Mountain? Listen, I'm not an expert on rock terminology here) that looms before me has, luckily, a cave at its base, well lit enough that I could safely assume that there was an opening on the other side somewhere.

There is also, towards the wall near the entrance, a small bundle of candles.

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Trick or treat Muddafugga

They say the pen is mightier than the sword... Unless, of course, it is chocolate Writer Buddies™.

Needless to say, I followed the wax like will of the wisps and immediately lost all my light.

Pulled Benny yesterday

GLASSES. BORKEN. HOW?

TRICK OR TREAT

Seems this one has multiple flavors and textures. Careful when peeling the petals, they're fragile!

it grows

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Hello, hello? Is this thing on?

Welcome to the blog (2!)!!! Yes, this is a second blog. That probably would've been better as a side blog. I am not filled with great ideas.

The name's Trick, or Teal, or what have you! I am an artist looking for a reason to create more than I do, as well as a place to interact with my friends more! Feel free to pop by and leave an ask, it'll be answered better than if it's left on my main blog!

This blog will be part ask/rp blog, part art blog, as I learn to draw daily and (hopefully) get better at expressions and poses. Get ready for Lore(tm) baby, cause it'll be coming!*

Refs for the ask blog portion will come soon. *So long as people send in asks once that portion opens

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