Ma, There’s A Weird Fuckin Cat Outside

ALONE IN THE DARK:

By Hannah Blakely

All alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.

Is she even worth a thought.

Crying alone in the dark,

Is her tears even enough?

Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.

Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.

Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.

Are her desires her own faults?

What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.

Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.

All alone in the dark

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.

What's become of her she thought?

She's a mess, How could she be of worth?

Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.

Alone in the dark she feels.

I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.

Believing in those words she secludes her soul.

Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,

Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.

Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"

"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"

"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."

The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"

In a comforting voice He replies

"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."

She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.

"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"

In a stern loving Father voice He says

"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."

His daughter wipes her tears,

Collecting each one

Handed them over in a clear mason jar.

Her soul sang

Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.

These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.

I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.

When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.

You've been here all along.

Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.

Alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Alone in the dark.

Is He here or is He gone?

Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.

I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.

The second I saw this I just bolt right up and HAD to draw it. As my fist comic this took me SO much longer that it needed to -_-

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Goodbye Part 3:

“It’s not fair!” Anya complains. “Ha, I've been here a whole week, Buttercup. Which is a miracle. Duty calls ya know” Isabella replies with a wink. “Why can't you stay and work on the farm with Pa and I like we used to instead of becoming a doctor so far away. What if that rooster chases me again?!” asked the gloomy sister. Kneeling down to her younger sister’s level Isabella lifted Anya’s head up slightly, wiping tears away from her eyes and answered. “Anya. I love you and my family so dearly. I’ve learned so much here on the farm, yet” she paused for a split second. “Yet staying in this cozy town is holding me back from my purpose and gifts. Gifts that I need to share with others in the world. People that need help, love, patients and compassion. I feel drawn to the big city. The busyness, socializing nonstop and caring for others.” Leaning in, the older sister hugged her best friend tightly proceeding her speech. “One day you will find your purpose and gifts and you will shine so bright others will be drawn to you! In this disarray world, promise to never forget who you are Buttercup.” Looking straight into each other's teary eyes Anya said “I promise Bells”. “Atta girl.” Wiping tears from her eye’s Isabella laughed in addition to playfully punching Anya’s right shoulder, “Now you got me all sappy you silly guppy.” Folding her arms Anya sassed back “Well, there's nothin wrong with that!”. “Ha, No. Not at all. Hey Maple! Take care of her for me” the older sister requested to the redheaded teenager. “Roger that captain!” Maple saluted. “Bye Buttercup. Love y'all so much!” the older sister and daughter said one last time before slipping into her car driving away. All sat in silence as Isabella disappeared into the distance till Maple asked from the porch, “So, what's for dessert?” Releasing small giggles behind some final tears they all headed inside for some fresh baked peach cobbler made from the very peaches on the farm with a side of french vanilla ice cream.

Hours went by as the curly blond and straight hair redhead teen finished their sweet treat as they gossiped about school and upcoming events. Anya’s mother interrupted by asking between doing dishes, “Maple dear are you ready to head home? It’s starten to get dark.” “Oh Ma, can she please spend the night?” Anya begged her mother as both Maple and Anya gave her puppy dog eyes. “Sorry Buttercup, not tonight” father piped into the conversation. “We have a lot to do on the farm tomorrow. Unless Maple would like to help us early in the morning? I heard it’s gonna be a crisp 60 degrees” Dad teased the girls. Looking at each other Anya pleaded with Maple. “Please!” Maple shook her head and laughed saying “Brr! No thank you. Sorry Anya. You're alone with this one. You know I can get the party started but all parties must come to an end. Which is mornings for me. Also anyways my parents will be home late in the night. I would love to be with them as long as I can even though it's short.” Pouting Anya said “Well just bless your heart then. I needed my beauty sleep anyways instead of talking all night with you about your pranks.” Maple snickered, not denying the statement. “Was that a bless your heart or a BLESS YOUR HEART?” she quoted at the end. “What do you think?” Anya poked fun at back to her freckled friend.

As the young girls were teasing each other at the long counter, father came up to the front door with loud keys in his hands waving Maple out the door to drive her back home. Everyone said their goodbyes and got ready to turn in for the night. As Anya was wrapping up on getting her work outfit laid out on her dresser for the long day ahead she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. “Come in”, Anya shouted loud enough for the knocker to hear. It was her mother and father who came to meet Anya who was already laying in bed by then. “We wanted to come and tuck ya into bed dear” said mother. “And some goodnight kisses”, added her father. “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Anya said in embarrassment. “No, not anymore” agreed her mother, “But you'll always be our little girl”. “Our little sunshine”, father agrees. Laughing, Anya waved them in for a big hug. No matter how old she gets, Anya thought to herself gratefully while hugging them both tightly, hugs will always be welcomed. Her father then tucked her in aggressively as he made bear noises like he did when she was a kid and they both kissed her forehead leaving their youngest daughter to her dreams in her peach and floral turquoise bed along with her glowing strawberry night light.

Husk's secret weapon

Some fast redraws I snuck in during class today!✌️The older ones are from 2021 — I think I’ve made some progress since then ;))

Thank you, @deannamb for the idea, and thank you Parks and Recreation❤️

some more spyro doodles

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Convexity Cataclysm | My piece for the Spyro 25th Anniversary Zine! ---

My illustration was to represent The Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning and I chose the final boss fight between Spyro and Cynder as the portal in Convexity opens to unleash the spirit of the dark master Malefor back into the world.

This was my first ever physically published art, I poured everything I had into this art and I'm insanely proud of it! If you want to snag your own copy of the Zine and see all the amazing fanart and read the cute fanfics inside then there are some limited amount of copies left at https://spyrozine.bigcartel.com/ @spyro25zine