Hi Everyone, I'm selling a T-shirt in help of a friend thats trying out for a college course! Anyone remember the white cat thing I drew?! EG:
It's now a T-shirt/Hoodie and Sticker!
Buy yours here!: -ask for link-
PilotThe once vivid crunching of leaves subsided into silence, piercing blue hue eyes stained the rivalling swampy wilderness joined by a pair of luminous pair of neon green although one of the two eyes was actually ghost white.Pilot by Shadows911
Long ear’s swayed down, movement grew to a minimum as a weapon was drawn, long, thin and clawed fingers dragged along the blade.
The weapon was fired. In that moment the once still forest erupted in an explosion of noise and movement but in the next moment it was over, if you blinked you must’ve missed the slash of blood coming from the prey’s thigh. The predator stood with bloodied weapon in hand, he made sure it was quick and gave a silent thanks to his victim before cleaning his blade in the long grass and hauling a net around his catch.
“Boy! You need to practise your aim, you only immobilised it!” A knee high creature huffed, obviously fluent in the English language.
REQUEST- Luna and Marble.Luna and Marble.REQUEST- Luna and Marble. by Shadows911
Chapter 1: Memories
Marble had a tough life, his job was no exception, dragging his feet inside to close the door behind him, leaning on it for a while as his muscles could relax. He sighed taking off his hat and throwing it on the fake brass coat hanger in the plainly coloured cream hallway, he clutched his stomach realizing that he hadn’t eaten since morning, he must’ve forgotten, it was no surprise as his brain was fried from the amount of paperwork he had to work through today Fried… I need to have something full of fat he mentally confirmed almost drooling from the thought of some luscious sausages, he pushed himself from the door and wandered to the freezer, searching for those glorious sausages in the depth of their icy cage.
The musky scent of cooking meat tortured Marble as he eyed the frying pan, watching the grease and fat bubble coating the sausages in a glistening sheet of salty liquid, how he envied that frying pa
REQUEST- Sugar Rush Racing.Sugar Rush RacingREQUEST- Sugar Rush Racing. by Shadows911
-Warning: Movie spoilers, do not read until seeing the film first!-
At the other end of this race were Diddy and Conker joking around in their little buggy karts, making them run up gingerbread wall’s and jump off marshmallows, they didn’t care if they came last they were just having fun.
“Look!” Conker laughed to Diddy before putting down his hand and scooping up the chocolate track floor and shoving it into his mouth almost instantly regretting his decision as it just tasted like gasoline and rubber.
Diddy laughed hysterically at Conker’s full cheeks.
Slightly ahead within the majority of the other Sugar Rush racers, was a mini-race between the competitive Crash Bandicoot and the even more competitive Sonic the Hedgehog, they were in a never ending over taking race with each side of the party pulling dirty tricks on the other.
“Why don’t you get out and run Hedgehog?” Crash sniggered.