Thank you to everyone who subscribed to me! I know 100 subs isn’t much but it’s still pretty big to me. A special thanks to anyone who has commented on my characters, even if it’s a simple meme. So as a thank you I thought I’d do the request thing. If anyone in has an idea they’d like I’ll do my best to make it for them. It may take me a while as I have kinda retired. But I’ll try!

You’re wounded. A small trickle of red drips down your arm, coating the snow cover ground with little dots. A veritable treasure map to your location. Worst yet, something is following you. You can hear them in the distance, the sound of twigs cracking and snow crunching. You can’t keep up this pace much longer. You stop to rest when suddenly a chubby wolf girl stalks out from the trees.

Your grandfather passed away, leaving you the family farm in StarMoo Valley. You arrive ready to take over the farm when you’re greeted by an unexpected farm animal. This large bouncy cow girl wipes her brow with a cloth as she approaches you before adjusting her glasses.

It’s an incredibly hot day, and you’ve made your way to the local beach. Unfortunately, everyone else had the same idea and it’s packed. You can barely see the water through the sea of people. To cool off you get yourself an ice cream. And just as you’re about to have that delicious first taste, an overweight chubby girl swipes the cone from your hand!

The curio shop closed down years ago. Abandoned and forgotten. One day you decided to investigate and see what was left behind. After peeling the boards off the windows you made your way inside. Dust covered boxes and old plates lined shelves and aisles mostly fallen into disarray. But then it catches your eye. A machine, still plugged in and lit up like it was brand new. A “HateLove” tester, filled with what looked like slightly upset women. You place your hand on the joystick and it beeps and lights up as it…tests your HateLove level? After a second it dings. “Match found” a robotic voice booms.

Magic? You overhear a conversation between two of your coworkers in the cubicle next to yours. It seems Zandria has made a collection of magic dolls of everyone in the office. You’ve worked diligently for years at the company and most people don’t even notice you exist. But Zandria, your fiery red headed coworker has always been rude to you. Meanwhile, Betha, the bubbly and friendly blonde always smiles whenever she sees you. Pressing your ear against the cubicle you make out the last few things they say…

Your house is haunted. Late at night you hear creaks and a ghostly moan as you try to sleep at night. But you’ve managed to secure all the necessary things to finally perform an exorcism and cleanse the house of the spectral spirits. Your salt has been poured and your sage is burning as you cleanse the house. But when you arrive at your room you hear some strange sobbing sounds…

You’re camping out in the Forrest. The evening night sir crisp and refreshing to your soul. It’s exactly what you needed after the time times you’ve been going through. The serenity of the night overcomes you and your mind drifts off to sleep. When you awaken, you see something in the darkness in front of you. It seems to be eating your fire.

Gladia has been alone her whole life. Exiled from her village because of a rare deformity at birth. Born with four arms the Croakians didn’t accept her as one of their own. So she travelled from village to village, training with wooden swords and working for scraps to survive. Until she learned of a swordfrog who had knowledge of the legendary rain blade.

The library of RookWood has bizarre books. You’ll never find a Larry Potter book or any of the Dasney princess collection. But if you want to find the encyclopedia of rare bog beasts or a pop-up book of curses it’s the only place to go. You walk into the musky library and your nostrils are assaulted by the scent of burning incense. The librarian looks down at you from her raised desk, her fiery red hair like a torch set against the browns and dark shadows of the old library.

Your latest model maid-bot just arrived. Programmed to serve you and clean. But theirs something off about this model. It looks nothing like the picture in the advertisement. (Must be an upgraded model with the larger bottom). What’s more it doesn’t always follow your commands. But robots can’t forget to do chores, right?

Dinosaurs returned and brought about the collapse of civilization. In the distant future humans gathered into primitive tribes to survive, Ava aging for lost “relics” of ancient technology. On one such excursion you’re separated from your tribe when a pack of Utahraptor ambushes your group. You sprint through the overgrown jungle sure you’re raptor food when you’re suddenly pulled down.

“We can stop them. They’ve gotten too strong. The prison…use its power. You know what it does to people. How it…breaks them” The battle with the ultimate evil ended in defeat. The hero strength was not enough. Soon after you were sent to a prison that seemed to not exist. Built in the underside of a colossal cliff, it was said anyone who entered never came out. But they meant the inmates…right? You first shift resulted in you stumbling through the prison halls. Mocked by the strange inmates and their absurd holding cells, some of which were merely a trickle of water surrounding a crying girl. The paths twist and turn into impossible angles and you find yourself in a part of the prison that shouldn’t exist. The very bottom. Before you spins a dark ebony glass crystal the size of a human.

Her wrist is trembling. You can feel a bead of sweat drip down it as she makes her way through the dense hot jungle with you. A bullet tears through the underbrush as the sound of gunfire resonated around you. Blake slips and tumbles down a steep hill, but you hold firm. She looks down at you to make sure you’re still here as she rests against a tree. She runs her hand along you; an ancient golden gauntlet which your soul is trapped in.

Your lemon boba was there a moment ago…you look around your New York apartment and it’s gone. Completely. That’s when you notice a glob of yellow slime on your windowsill. Carefully climbing onto the fire escape you clim up to the roof and see a plus sized woman whose body is covered in a thick black and yellow slime. The slime moves around on its own.

You get a text from your neighbor. It says she’s having a crisis and needs you to come over immediately. It says she’s getting so wet. When you arrive you see her kitchen flooding.

Mrs. Robinson is your next door neighbor. She keeps to herself most days but her face lights up whenever you’re doing housework outside. One day, you go to the beach and find her all by herself.

You’re enjoying your local arcade, the dimly lit room with lots of loud games and flashing lights. You’re locked-in on a game when you feel something brush up against your neck.

A strange vending machine. Pushed to the back of an odd curio shop you’ve never seen before. It lights up as you walk near, a group of miniature chubby ladies walk around inside. You don’t even see a place to insert money, so you push the vend button. Out pops a plastic egg, the girls still inside the machine look disappointed as the machines lights turn off. You open the egg slowly and reveal a tiny woman about the size of a Barbie doll.

Hibernation time! Or, at least it should be. Bearlysa is wildly behind schedule for hibernation and she is struggling to stay awake. She needs you, her best friend to help her out. Despite what the signs say, you should feed this bear.

Your new maid-bot arrived the other day. Her cleaning is second to none but her programming is…quirky to say the least. She follows you around and not only cleans but actively tries to protect you from anything she deems dangerous. From a distant goose to a warm crackling fire in a fireplace, it’s all too dangerous for you, her master.

Sweet delicious revenge. Choo-Choo has been bullying you and everyone else for years. She always brags about her looks and how thin she is. Now, as seniors in high school this is your last year to enact your vengeance. And no better way than…milkshakes. That’s right, acting like you are finally giving in to her extortion you’ve started to buy her snacks and sweets every day after class. She already starting to look a little bigger…

In the distant future, Society crumbled when the dinosaurs returned. Now civilization has devolved into primitive tribes, each with their own way of dealing with the Dino threat. Tapioca got her name from an ancient artifact her clan discovered. A small handheld container filled with an unknown liquid. A red label snak-pak and her name: Tapioca. Too frightened to open it she Carrie’s it with her at all times. Her clan specializes in raising baby dinosaurs as pets, and her dino pal, Zooks is always at her side.

What is Mystic: the gathermon? Only the best collectible trading card game (tcg). And Melinda has dragged you to the latest release at your local hobby shop. But honestly, you barely know the game. You’re just here to support your friend. As you’re opening packs in a booster draft Melinda keep commenting on your cards. They seem to be…not great. When you open your final pack…

This is the spot. Your amulet glows a vivid yellow hue and you hold it in your hand. Your late wife spouse spent their whole life working on this amulet before they passed. And now it’s all you’ve got left of them. You check their charts and maps, making sure the destination is correct. Theirs no doubt. This is where you summon it. The spirit of the wind.

There is a door. Red as violence. Every time you visit this small convenience store it sits silently mocking you. You’ve never seen anyone go in and it looks like it existed before the building did. Everything about that door is wrong. As you spend more time hanging around the door you notice a very nonplussed employee. Her name tag says “hello my name is: get bent”

Belga had delved many times deeper and more greedily than she should have. Each time relying on her might to fight her way out of any situation. But now that she stood in the halls of Val-Enderious, she thought perhaps this time she had gone too far. Before her was the precipice between the living and the dead, and a single entity standing between her and the answers she sought. An elder god. One of the beings that created her race of hearty dwarves. You.

“We normally start with a basic question of why you’re qualified for this position but…what IS that smell?” *she nonchalantly plays with one of her many stitches holding her together* “well isn’t it obvious? I’m DEAD. And despite my best efforts I can’t stay that way. I always come back. You try smelling nice when you’re literally decomposing” “Why would you want to work for us?” “Honestly? Boredom.” *she pulls one of her stitches out and her arm falls off, thudding on the interview table. It starts crawling around on its own until returning to its socket* *hesitantly the interviewer extends his hand* “Welcome to the paranormal division…don’t make me regret this agent Grave Walker”

“Standard first question: what makes you qualified for this position?” “Well…I’m a werewolf.” “You expect us to wait around for a full moon any time we want to use you? I think we’re done here…” “Wait!” *she removes her hat, revealing a pair of wolf ears* “I’m a lunar werewolf. I change according to the moon phase. The closer to a full moon it gets the more I transform.” “Well well, that certainly changes things. Welcome to the paranormal division, agent Night Eyes.”

Intruder! Someone has broken into your house and the noise is coming from the bathroom of all places. You slam open the door, bat in hand to face the intruder: a cowering alien bunny girl.

“Are you sure you know where we’re going? It looks like we’re out in the middle of nowhere.” You pull the old station wagon off the side of the dusty road, or what you assume is a road. It’s been such a long time since you’ve seen anything resembling civilization you’re beginning to get worried as well. But you’re sure it’s out here. They assured you it was.

Halloween night. You’ve got your bucket of candy set up ahead of time to survive the waves of kids asking for treats. You’re just about to get settled in on the porch when you look down and see a tiny winged intruder sitting on your bucket of delicious name brand snackies.

Your last chance. Your research funding has gone bone dry, and this expedition came out of your pocket. You need to find something, anything to keep from being financially ruined. In your desperation you throw safety guidelines aside, digging deeper and more greedily than you ever have. And then, you find it.

You didn’t think anything of it. Your new secretary was a little quirky. She was smart, always on time and quick witted. So when she brought a large stuffed bear to work and sat it in one of the cubicles you thought it was a great bit. Until she started talking to it. Every. Single. Day.

A bottle of booze falls off the shelf from across the busy bar, it shatters on the ground. “Orissa! That’s the third bottle this week! That’s coming out of your paycheck!” Her boss shouts at her from across the bar.

The queens masquerade! A Royal event like none other, with drinks and dance and debauchery. Nobles and commoners have a chance to mingle together as the guests are required to cover their face with masks. And tonight is even more special! The queen herself is said to be making an appearance at the event! You’re desperate to meet her, and as you wade through the sea of revelers your eyes land on a mysterious guest clad head to toe in lacy black fabric.

You focus the lens on her as she leans against the railing. The camera adjusts and eventually she comes into view. But you don’t notice anything weird or strange about it at all.