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I-I love your creepy horror writing so muchDecided to add this in my gallery as well. It's bonus art I drew for a certain happy froggy friend <3
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Here's a small collection of some of my old drawings
The very first concept of Li'l Ears. I drew these between 2004 - 2012
Some of my other OCs and illustrations
I'm also going to include an original short story I wrote last year
*Just a fair warning: there is mention of blood/death and other macabre context in this story*
Eve thought the world most beautiful in autumn. The trees were striking shades of red, orange and brown and speckles of sunlight glittered playfully across the vast surface of the lake. She loved to stop and gaze at it whenever she went on a stroll in the woods. People claimed mysterious things happened there, but it did not faze the woman. She could not quite explain it, but she found a strange allure to the woods. She always did believe there was more to things than just appearances.
But it was one November day when Eve happened upon an old graveyard that her curiosity was especially aroused. There was a delicate mist lingering in the air, dead leaves carpeted the ground, and the headstones were dusty, some misshapen. The atmosphere was lonely, eerieā¦but it only tempted Eve to walk further in as she examined each grave.
However, one grave particularly stood out from the rest, for its headstone was much larger and decorated in flowers long withered. Briefly adjusting her glasses in intrigue, Eve went to have a closer look. She wiped the dust off with her hand and noticed the inscription was faded in some parts, making it impossible to read, but above it was an extraordinarily beautiful relief depicting a winged, demonic beast flying up to the starry sky.
Eve was very fascinated. If there was one thing she loved it was the supernatural and anything pertaining to it. As a young girl she showed strong interest in the subject, going from library to library to study books all about it, but they were seldom available and it greatly displeased her. That was why she carried a leather-bound tome containing her own personal writings, illustrations and observations, a tome she had been working on all her life. It was not quite finished yet but she was dedicated to it, wanting to learn and understand all she could about monsters. It spoke of ancient artifacts, hexes and in-depth notes on various phenomena she had researched throughout the years. However forbidding the occurrence, no matter how vile the creature, Eve would go wherever new discoveries awaited her, tome ready in hand. But to take pleasure in such interestsā¦ It was perhaps for that reason most people did not want anything to do with her. Not much was known about her family, but theirs must have been a dark history indeedā¦
But the opinions of people and the history of her family she did not care about. As a researcher, Eve cared only about her work. Behind those glasses were eyes a deep sapphire, ever focused, and hanging over her shoulder in a fine plait, hair as black as a ravenās wings. Despite her solemn appearance, Eve was quite genial and composed; as sharp as she was enigmatic, there were indeed some people who found her disposition worthy of esteem.
Presently something in the peripheral of her vision promptly seized her attention and she whipped her head in its direction. A gaunt, dog-like creature stood there, several strips of decayed flesh sickeningly dangling from its body. The smell it exuded was indescribably foul. Fascinated by it, she carefully, quietly crouched down to its level. The sight of the undead creature would have had anyone else fleeing, but not her. Eve feared nothing, scoffing at the mere thought of such an inane feeling.
The creature stayed motionless, staring at the human with its white, lifeless eyes. Parts of its head and neck lacked fur and skin, leaving muscle visible, its maw perpetually fixed in a tight, toothy grin. Just as Eve took out the tome from her satchel the creature began to wander around the graveyard, paying her no further regard, almost methodically poking at the ground. The researcher, maintaining a close eye on it, began to sketch the creature in one of the tomeās blank pages. She was certainly impressed by its body, from its putrefied legs to its exposed spine, but before she could finish writing down her observations and all the creature vanished into the mist.
Disappointed, Eve rose to her feet and gave the graveyard one final careful look before leaving the woods.
But later that night she returned with lantern in hand, hoping to encounter the creature again or perhaps some other kind of abomination. She simply had to investigate the graveyard further otherwise she would never forgive herself for neglecting the opportunity. In the thick veil of shadows where unknown dangers lurked the glow of her lantern was like a guiding beacon as she walked onward through the woods. Arriving at the graveyard, the researcher looked around for anything unusual. Three small, identical gargoyles were arranged in a row, viciously baring their fangs. The third oneās head was inexplicably twisted backward. A hum of question rumbled in Eveās throat. She carefully turned the head to its proper position, and suddenly the large headstone adorned in wilted flowers moved back, revealing a flight of stairs leading down into a deep void of darkness.
It was no ordinary headstone, but a mechanism of sorts. Now she was really intriguedā¦ Just what other secrets was this graveyard hiding? The sight of the entrance was enticing, welcoming her to the macabre world she sought, and yet, Eve was a bit wary. Distant howls echoed through the woods and after a few moments she made up her mind, descending the stairs.
The constant sound of dripping waterāor some ghastly liquid more befitting this ominous placeāresounded just like the clicking of her heels as the researcher walked down the dusty corridor. Soon she arrived at a large hall illuminated by several sconces. An underground dungeon, she realizedā¦ So the graveyard was just a mere ruse, after all. She wondered who could have built something like this, and whyā¦
Across the hall was a passageway no doubt leading to other grisly chambers just waiting to be explored. And Eve would see to it herself, lips giving shape to a pleased smile. The prospect of adding new entries into her tome thrilled her, so much so that she readied it and headed right in, unbeknownst of the several pairs of eyes watching her from the shadowsā¦
Before long the researcher came to what appeared to be a prison section of the dungeon. She went about looking into each cell: some were littered with skeletal remains while others were messily painted with patches of dried blood.
One cell contained a prisoner. Peering inside, Eveās mouth opened in a hushed gasp at what she saw. The tall, bipedal rat monster nervously paced around, uttering sounds in its chilling, guttural voice as though it were mumbling thoughts to itself. She took out her tome and commenced sketching it. As she did so, writing a few notes as well, she couldnāt help but feel something was amiss. The monster was truly unlike any she had ever seen before. Its behavior seemed almostā¦human. She dismissed the illogical thought, however. The monster looked at her suddenly and cowered away into the shadows. Eve smiled to herself in slight amusement, concluding that it was an inferior specimen.
As she continued her way throughout the dungeon the researcher encountered and studied many kinds of monsters, from nightmarish insects to atrocious beasts. A rank, familiar odor made her nose crinkle. It was the undead creature! However, it stood in her way, anxiously stamping its paws, growling. Was it perhaps trying to warn her? In an attempt to gain a better understanding of the creature, she slowly reached out a hand to it, but the creature let out a deep howl before taking off.
āWaitā¦!ā she called out, following it down the corridor, but the creature already disappeared. She suddenly heard hurried movementā¦then, all was silent. Eve remained alert, feeling a presence in the heavy air. She was not alone. Viscous drops of saliva dribbled down from above, causing her to look up where she saw a group of formidable winged monsters. They were perched high upon ledges on either side of the corridor, staring fixedly at their bespectacled visitor. What interesting creaturesā¦ They looked just like that demonic beast on the relief. The researcher sat cross-legged on the floor sketching themāsuch striking wings and slim physiques; they were indeed fine specimens! Yet, they displayed no hostility. Could it be she was no threat to them? Or maybe they were quite the calculating fiends, simply toying with herā¦
Eve cried out in surprise when one of them flew by and stole the tome right from her hands, disappearing with it. The others cackled at her as the now infuriated researcher scrambled to her feet and gave chase. That tome was very precious to her; she just had to get it back!
The corridors were winding and interconnecting. It was easy to get lost in the subterranean realm of monsters; Eve had to be careful if she did not want to join the ranks of the dead. But suddenly, as the researcher walked onward, a tentacle made of gelatinous slime swung down from the ceiling and coiled itself around her waist while another one went straight for her neck. Alarmed, she looked up at the creatureā¦and the creature, a large amorphous glob of thick transparent slime, looked down at her with its one interested eye. Eve struggled to pull free from the creatureās grip. Its eye then focused on her lantern and the tentacle let her go, snatching the object away. The researcher watched as the creature played with the lantern just as a child would play with a fun new toy. It frustrated her that she couldnāt record her observations on this fascinating specimen, so she resumed her way down the corridor. Fortunately for her there were candles that provided light, albeit scant, in the darkness. Turning a corner, she spotted a guillotine, its worn, blood-encrusted blade grisly prove of the many victims it had claimed. The researcher could only imagine what other atrocities were committed in this dungeonā¦ Suddenly she gasped and slapped her arm when something hairy brushed against it. It was only a dangling rope. She couldnāt believe such an absurd thing unnerved her, wondering: was this what was calledā¦fear?
She could feelāeven hear, under the crushing gravity of silenceāthe beating of her heart. She was nervous, a single bead of sweat trickling down to her chin. Her chest suddenly ached.
But ignoring the discomfort, Eve journeyed deeper into the dungeon in search of her tome, strongly coughing now and again. Then she happened upon the most interesting place yetā¦a laboratory. Who could this laboratory have belonged to? It seemed she was not the only one dedicated to the study of monstersā¦but as she looked around, blood-splattered documents strewn about the floor and broken flasks everywhere, it was clear something must have gone wrongā¦
Some of the machines, though showing signs of damage, were still in good working condition, and though the monitors occasionally flickered, x-rays of various specimens could be seen. Several images, however, were of humansā¦ Eve couldnāt help but wonder just what kinds of experiments were conducted here. Carefully examining a folder, she found scientific files and notes, but amongst them was a photo. It was a man, a researcher like herself, his expression stern, and beside him was his yellow Labrador. A dark smirk of pleasure curled the corner of her mouth. This laboratoryā¦ What a glorious place to further her studies. She would not allow this opportunity to slip away. Using the equipment in her satchel and the tools provided to her by the laboratory, she began to perform a series of experiments of her own. And so, Eve remained in the depths of the dungeon. The extent of time she did not care about, for she was much too engrossed in her work. This was her passion; nothing could stop her. How the woman delighted in her studies, conducting research for the sheer rapture of it, even using some of the creatures of the dungeon as living test subjects.
The winged monsters gained a sense of trust and admiration of her, eagerly acting as her assistants. Returning the tome to her, the researcher wasted no time filling page upon page with a plethora of notes, analyses on monster physiology and anatomical diagrams according to the dissections she performed. But as the hours went by she began to feel strangely dizzy, coughing more than ever. Covering her mouth with a hand, she coughed up blood into her palm. Trembling, eyes wide with shock, it was then she took notice of her clawed fingersā¦ It was then she knew what real horror was.
āIs thisā¦? Is this s-some sort of mutation?ā she said shakily. Cursed by the evil power of the dungeon, the gears of her fate began to turn from the moment Eve entered this forbidden place. Because she did not heed her worsening condition the researcher began to suffer from the effects of the curse. Suddenly she clutched at her burning chest, screaming in excruciating pain. She then staggered, trying desperately to hold on to the table for support, vision becoming hazy. From a distance the winged monsters only watched as the human dropped to the floor unconscious, glasses falling off.
Eyes fluttering open, clothes in tatters and once neat braided hair now loose about her shoulders, Eve groaned and dazedly raised her head. It took her a full minute to become aware of the winged monster holding up her arm, but what the creature was doing she could not tell, for as quickly as she gained consciousness she lost it. After a time she awoke again and made out the stone floor and wallsā¦then the iron bars before herā¦ She was sitting pathetically on her knees, but no matter how hard she tried she found she could not get up. She gasped in alarm when she found she could not budge her wrists, glancing about her in all directions. They were tightly shackled, arms suspended near her sides by cold thick chains. Looking at her bare feet, her ankles were shackled in the same cruel way. At that startling moment Eve realized she was imprisoned in a cell, scarcely lit by a sole torch. She writhed about trying to free herself, the chains noisily clanging, but her efforts were futile.
There was no escapeā¦
Eve swallowed hard; she started to breathe heavily, fidgeting her claws a bit. Fearā¦ Such a disgusting feelingā¦
Presently she heard a noise and alertly looked to see what it was. On the other side of the iron bars were her captorsā¦the winged monsters! Eve angrily gritted her teeth. Those traitorsā¦ How dare they do this to her! The creatures screeched and jeered at her, gleeful with having trapped their new human specimen.
āLet me go! Let me go right now!ā she commanded, but the devious creatures would do no such thing. They left her there, disappearing with a few last cackles. She was desperate now, panic gripping her heart as she watched them go. āNoā¦! You canāt do this to me! Let me go! Let me go!ā No matter how much she struggled, no matter how much she screamed, it was all in vain. This was only the beginning, for she had yet to know true sufferingā¦
The torch continued to burn and crackle weakly. As she sat there chained against the wall, head hanging low, hair messily draped over her face, the cursed woman could only contemplate the dire circumstance she found herself in. How could she let this happen? Was this to be her fate, left to die here like some filthy prisoner? Suddenly all she could think about was death, and suddenly it frightened herā¦ Suddenly she felt so lonelyā¦
Sensing movement just then, Eve raised her gaze and to her astonishment she saw people passing by, coming and going as they pleased. People! She had never been more relieved to see people!
āSir! S-sir, please! Help me! Excuse meā¦! Maāam! Help me, help me please! Help me!ā she called to every person, but no one stopped, no one even looked at her or spoke to her. One crowd laughed amongst themselves while another crowd was conversing. The disembodied voices surrounded the shackled woman, who could not begin to fathom what was happening.
A mind shattered could not think rationally anymore. And so, madness took her.
Eve grew more and more frantic, face filled with terror. āI d-donāt want to dieā¦! Please! H-help me! Helpā¦!ā Tears stung the corners of her eyes. āLook at me! Look at me!ā And she began to uncontrollably sob, begging the people, the mere hallucinations, for salvation.
Every night seemed an eternal one. The visions ceased. Eve became catatonic, staring at nothing with a forlorn expression on her tearstained face. She no longer struggled. Her eyes, the pupils now transformed into slits, were inflamed from having cried so much, wrists and ankles bruised from all her exertions. She waited, waitedā¦ When would death come take her away from this terrible place? No, somewhere in the lingering remnants of her mind she knew not even death could be so merciful to a wretched creature. She remained locked in that dim, sweltering cell, sporadically fading in and out of consciousness as her metamorphosis slowly continued. The winged monsters would clean the dirt and sweat off her body, making sure to take good care of their precious specimen. Her soul was weakening. It would not be much longer now.
One night the cell bars opened and closed. Startled, eyes anxiously looking about the darkness, Eve felt another presence. It was no illusion this time. She spotted her, there in the corner frightfully trembling: a young peasant woman. The winged monsters had abducted her like the hapless prey she was, tossing her into the cell. She did not dare to move from her corner, refusing to let her tearful gaze stray away from the monster chained against the wall.
Suddenly Eve was captivated by a most tantalizing scent. Faint, yet so freshā¦ She found herself drawn to the cut on the girlās cheek, and a strange desire came over her. Mustering bestial strength, she pulled and pulled until the chains broke. The girl could not look away from those maddened eyes as claws painfully scratched the cut, painting them a delicate, alluring red. Eve shivered with mirth. She slowly ran her tongue over them, one by one, savoring each droplet of blood as she sighed in shameless pleasure. Such an exquisite, intoxicating flavorā¦ With that first taste, something awoke in Eve.
āMoreā¦ā she licked her lips, excited by the feel of her fangs against her tongue. āI must have more!ā
In one swift motion she grabbed hold of the girl and tore into the flesh of her neck, lapping up the rich, delectable nectar. Her squirming only made Eve tighten her grip, her horrific screams only made her drive her fangs deeperā¦ Only when the struggling ceased did she finally, albeit reluctantly, let the girl go, allowing her cold, lifeless form to slump into a pool of her own blood. Perhaps she had a name, perhaps even a familyā¦but such things were meaningless to a monster indulging in her savage bloodlust, licking what she could off the floor. From outside the cell the undead creature had watched the dark deed. All it could offer was a pitiful whimper. Another fool corrupted by their obsession with their work, just like its masterā¦
Eve was broken, nothing but a timid, pathetic thing. She cowered, she whimperedā¦ All kinds of monsters would come to observe her. Now she was their amusementā¦ As time went by, she descended further into the depths of despair. She didnāt know who she was or where she was anymore. By then, all she saw, all she heard and felt was fear. The shadows scared her. One moment they grew and trembled, the next they faltered and hid. She started hearing thingsā¦scraping, clatteringā¦ Faint, creaking footstepsā¦ Curled up on the floor, she wept for the torment to end. She then recalled the sweet taste of blood on her lips, flooding her senses with a sinful happiness that, for the briefest moment, comforted her. She held on to that feeling, for it was all she had in the encompassing darkness.
The final stage of the curse happened very suddenly one night. Eve was on her hands and knees as she underwent a severe convulsion, inhuman groans echoing beyond the cell. Her heart pulsated intensely, causing her unbearable anguish. If only the pain would kill her, how she begged for it to kill herā¦then would she finally be saved from this nightmareā¦
But what followed was a thing of absolute horror.
Head thrown back, Eve let loose a scream of agony as two large wings of flesh, bone and membrane sprouted from her back, blood spattering everywhere. She collapsed afterward, drained of every ounce of consciousness. Hours later she awoke to the sound of rasping voices, groggily sitting up. The winged monsters were grouped around her, watching her expectantly. What she once heard as screeching she now understood as a language. They were chanting, āQueen, queen, queenā¦ā
One crept closer to her and said, āWe have waited long for a queenā¦ā
Hearing that fascinated Eve. The creatures huddled around her more, fondly addressing her as their queen. It made her feel like she truly belonged, looking upon them with a sense of pride. Her weak human side long forsaken, a newfound power coursed within her veins, filling her with strength.
This was not death, only rebirthā¦and Eve would fully embrace it. Rising to her feet, she stretched her magnificent wings to their fullest span and, with a sinister smirk, could hardly wait to take flight into the night.
Eve ruled the skies ever since, showing no mercy. Her great legion of winged monsters would swarm villages with a mere gesture of her hand, ravaging everything and killing everyone in their path. Driven by chaos, her soul lusting for bloodshed, Eve was known as the harbinger of madness from then on, for one look into her enchanting sapphire eyes was all it took. A beautiful creature of evil, she delighted in the lovely sounds of ripping flesh as she tore her victims apart.
And somewhere beneath the graveyard, in the realm of the dead, was a tome waiting within the darkness to be finished.
It reminds me of my close friend's writing who has wrote stories somewhat similar to this one
Where are my words- I'm speechless
the adventures of the little red squirrel Tabitha "Tabby" Tabbykins and her best friend, the mischievous gray squirrel Checkers
Your art is so so good, it seriously needs to be in a book with your stories! 
Your drawings tug at my heart so much 
, that is seriously how cute they are. I love the vibes your art gives. 
I take it youāre excited about Pokemon Scarlet/Violet then? 
Me too!
Villager Name: Haruko
