flunarity229

"Ahhhh.. fuck this shit-!" "Jeez, kid, watch the language!" "S-Sorry, Ink," you muttered, putting your hands down on your desk, staring back at the blank page in your sketchbook. Lately you've been struggling to find inspiration. For art class you had to draw something, anything at all, using the knowledge you've learned throughout the year, but for some reason-out of all the things you could think about drawing-you mind just goes blank. 'I know people get Writer's Block..but is there such a thing as Drawer's Block?' "Hey [y/n], you okay? You've been sitting there for the past 20 minutes and I don't see a single line on that paper. You'r

You are really naïve. xx You wake up in a house, a normal-looking house. You don't remember why you're here – but you decide that maybe you should explore a little. You head down the steps – the house doesn't blink or change, no abnormalities whatsoever. You notice strange bars to your side as background music as if illustrating your life plays, on occasion stopping on one note and turning into a high-pitched screeching sound. After the world turns to black for a few seconds, it returns to normal – and you breathe a sigh of relief. You had heard in the past of strange occurrences with trainers with bloody tears streaming