I am Spider-Man
This is literally the plot of my friend's setting, The Slumber.
The zombies were hot on your tail when your “friend” had shut the door to leave you for dead. As you dreaded your gruesome fate… The horde just looked at you? One of them even somehow said “That’s the 3rd time this week! Screw it… vengeance time?”
Forget about torturing your blorbos, putting them through the ringer. I'm putting my blorbo in perfectly ordinary, pleasant situations. Their tortured personality will cause them anguish anyway, making an absolutely mundane scene into the most dramatic, agony filled affair as though the world is ending and it's all their fault
You ever just get so scared you become physically in pain?
they should invent friends whose schedules line up with yours
sneef snorf
Now that Beastars season 3 is out, my obsession with the series has returned.
A young black and white she-cat, no more than 10 moons stalked the fields of Wind Clan searching for prey; she looked easily mistakable for a skunk with white paws and green eyes.
The young cat spotted a juicy looking rabbit.
She stalked it; she traveled downwind of it and walked in a way as her foot steps could be mistaken for the wind. The rabbit flicked it’s ear. The cat froze. She got into position to pounce. The rabbit turned it’s head.
The she-cat ran toward the rabbit and the rabbit started to run away! The young cat caught up with it and bit down in the rabbit’s neck as it squealed it’s final breath.
Left handed Stan is my life now
our yimpy