Angler

You’ve seen anglers right? Proper scary arse monsters from the deep. Aliens have landed and they’re in our seas dammit! Anywhos, this weeks #Colour_Collective is YInMn Blue. I know right. YInMn Blue. I thought they were just making up colours too.

I really liked the way she turned out. A proper fear-inducing little fear. So I’ve put her hi-res png up for download to all $1 or more Patreons and past and present Ko-Fi supporters. Thanks for all the support gang. You’re all awesome.

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With special thanks

Weekly shout out to my $10 patron, Warren from IWrite. Without people like Warren, I wouldn’t be able to wake you all with my little fears and you’d probably cry a lot less in the morning than you already do. So please do check out Warrens blog.

Book End

“New book?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” replied Hydra. “Struggling to get into it.”
“What is it?” asked Yuffie.
“Collins Thesaurus,” replied Hydra. “Nothing to write house about.”
Yuffie grimaced.
“I didn’t rate Thesaurus either,” pipped in Red. “I got forty pages in and not one dinosaur.”

Drink Me

“Let’s have a look at that,” said Yuffie, inspecting the bottle’s label.
“Good stuff,” pointed out Marge.
“Jeez, Marge,” gasped Yuffie, “that’s some old whiskey.”
“I know,” replied Marge. “I just like my whiskey like I like my women.”
“Aye?” asked Yuffie.
“Twice my age and from Scotland,” grinned Marge.

Text Me

“Another text?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” grumbled Lucy.
“That must have been twenty in five minutes,” pondered Yuffie. “Who’re they all from?”
“My ex,” sighed Lucy.
Fuen looked over Lucy’s shoulder. “They all say ‘wish you were here…’”
“Yep,” grumbled Lucy. “She always sends them when she’s walking through a graveyard.”

Glow Worm

Introducing Glow Worm for this weeks #Colour_Collective. A rather toothy remake of my old wiggly worms family. Looked pretty mean with a new set of gnashers.

With special thanks

Weekly shout out to my $10 patron, Warren from IWrite. Without people like Warren, I wouldn’t be able to wake you all with my little fears and you’d probably cry a lot less in the morning than you already do. So please do check out Warrens blog.

die, lucy

“Lucy,” cheered Spiders, “long time no see.”
“Hello, Spiders,” sighed Lucy.
“Oh dear,” said Spiders. “You sound glum. Something up?”
“Just been to the doctor,” grumbled Lucy. “She told me I was going to die soon.”
“My word,” gasped Spider. “Did she say what of?”
“No,” pondered Lucy. “But I think she’s realised I’m sleeping with her wife.”

Pounds & Pennies

“I tell ya,” sighed Mabel, “if I had a pound everytime someone said your name sounds old…”
“It’s quite an old name though,” pointed out Polykeet.
“Well, yes, but I’m not that old,” grumbled Mabel. “Sometimes it’s enough to give me a bit of an existential crisis.”
“Ah,” replied Ploykeet. “Now if I had a pound for every time I had an existential crisis…”
Mabel was aware of a pause and turned to a drooping Polykeet.
“I’d know the true value of the bleak absurdity of life,” cried Polykeet.