these loyal, fearless doquuses are used mostly for hunting and pleasure riding. While other variants shy from a fire-lizard overhead, the Ruathan is content. They also have a keen sense of smell. White, brown and black in color.

(I stole the horse art from PNG type shi I found on Pinterest)

I put a black background at the end but apparently the brush I used on the head layer was translucent so now it has cool shadows :) prolly gonna add more shadows later

You've been driving in your red 1940 Ford Deluxe Convertible for nearly 6 hours. A faint beat, like a pulse, echoes in your ears. It may be the car. It may be your heartbeat. You don't know where you are and have no destination planned. It doesn't matter anyway... at least you finally left. The radio switches from podcasts and talk shows to music. a very specific song. You might have heard it once, you know some of the lyrics - but it isn't familiar to you at all. it's hot in that sticky, air-too-dense kind of way, so you reach up and pull back the roof to let in a breeze. An intense, endless blue sky answers the door. Endless wheat fields stretch into eternity on either side. Power lines border one side of the road, carrying electricity to no one. Everything is still, as if the world were holding its breath. Just like you were all those years. At least you finally left.

It felt like a lifetime of being surrounded by stones, waking up before dawn, getting your scope and journal, and sitting in the tall grass for hours. You'd laced up your dew-soaked boots so many times now that it felt like a part of you, like something awful would happen if you stopped doing it. The buzzards had come to see you as a perch, landing on your tattered hat each morning to search your pockets. You never shooed them away; they were the only creatures who acknowledged you now. Nobody else would notice if you went back. You still see it in your mind, like a fever. People die, but death never does after you've seen it. Just like the winged creature a mere 4 furlongs away. Death. It hasn't noticed you yet. Facing the golden haze in the distance, its milky eyes flit about nervously. You daren't breathe. A buzzard calls out from your shoulder. Death whips around, its eyes wild, and charges at you. But it stops in front of you, analyzing. Its skin hangs from its skeletal frame like an old tapestry. It rests its equine head in your hands. Death needs comfort too.

Curses. Smoke can't be seen in fog. You won't be able to see anything today. Neither will they. Even the grasses are dying, unable to absorb the water you so carefully fed them. Staring distastefully at the decaying carnations, you light another cigarette. The moisture immediately smothers it, and a thin trail of black smoke rises into the air like a black balloon that someone's child let go of. Never mind. Boots shattering the puddles, you step forward to the gate. It's unlocked. Good. Your gaze moves to the horizon out of habit. You needn't have bothered, fog obscures everything. They probably don't want to see you. Don't go looking for them. And neither will they.

take 2, now with watermark!!!

You've been driving in your red 1940 Ford Deluxe Convertible for nearly 6 hours. A faint beat, like a pulse, echoes in your ears. It may be the car. It may be your heartbeat. You don't know where you are and have no destination planned. It doesn't matter anyway... at least you finally left. The radio switches from podcasts and talk shows to music. a very specific song. You might have heard it once, you know some of the lyrics - but it isn't familiar to you at all. it's hot in that sticky, air-too-dense kind of way, so you reach up and pull back the roof to let in a breeze. An intense, endless blue sky answers the door. Endless wheat fields stretch into eternity on either side. Power lines border one side of the road, carrying electricity to no one. Everything is still, as if the world were holding its breath. Just like you were all those years. At least you finally left.

Petah bread. its 2 am.

Its been 84 years and I have returned so I drew myself in the offline 24/7 photo :P

I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said "sorry I missed church, I was busy doing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian" it was beautiful.

ye who toucheth mine ears shalt be proper executed through flaying and being boiled alive.

that's me there in the middle. ASHY LOOK I DID THE HAIR THINGY YIPPE

My "The Sun and Moon Show" OC. made on Procreate. Because nebula kills children, I felt they needed a sword, but I didn't want to draw one, so i stole it from Google images.

Behold: Clementine, my Dutch Angel Dragon Fursona! I made them for a 6th grade art project: clay alebrijes (Mexican folk art that is multiple animals combined then made so colorful that if you took a photo of it, your phone would lose pixels. traditional alebrijes are paper mache). I made a Dutchie x chupacabras thing, which inspired their title: Chupador de Angeles. When I had finished, I took it home in a box that said "clementines from Spain". Thus, their name is Clementine. This artwork is dedicated to Sarabi: The best horse a freaky little teen could ever have.