WhimsiKitty

I'd forgotten how much I love OC redesign contests! It's a great way to revitalize creative energy (and win a few prizes along the way)! Here are a few links--some required for entry ':>

This one has a cash prize!! A simple character design is given; the winner is the 'most majestic' interpretation. This is brilliant you guys, deadline June 3

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This one has points prize and multiple OCs to select from, watch + share required for entry, ends May 13

This one has small point prizes, multiple OCs, ends May 20

This one has many OC's, art only prizes, ends May 7th

I'll probably just add newer contests I'm joining onto this journal, so I don't have to clutter my journal further ;d 

I like this one :> I won't edit too heavily.

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Saturday, May 25, 2019

I was on this train barreling through the countryside at night, and I was in the POV of one--or two, simultaneously--of The Incredibles. I was trying to stop it from the inside. It was short, with only three or four cars, like a child's toy.

This next piece I experienced twice: First, sequentially, the train had stopped. I was myself. The wayward cargo, my belongings, had gotten pretty jumbled from the sudden stop, and I ran down the carpeted hallway to the birds, swaying in their cages attached to the ceiling. It had become extremely cold, and colder in different parts of the room. [These are my four beloved family pets and cold drafts are lethal to parakeets/etc.] In the first time, I took Angel from her cage first, and held her quietly to my chest to warm her, going after the other birds. I think the second time, which was later, I took Joey, decided to leave Jolly to die, cold, because he was sick anyway and time was short, and then I had to hide: Someone was coming.

Next, I remember being in this bizarre landscape, like a videogame? In the area of my attention, the ground was soggy and purple, and crisscrossed by fallen black trees. Everything was covered in these little spikes. The best method was to scrape a tool before you and collect both the broken twigs and sharp little grey shards, and walk in the clear. I told someone I was doing this, because they were concerned for me.

It became like Don't Starve, and I was a character, or similar to one. I think I only really remember Maxwell, Willow, and Wilson--the rest of the cast were made up. We were divided and at war... sorta. Green versus red. Maxwell was on the red team, Wilson was green, Willow... was probably also green. I was Maxwell (or maybe Wilson), and I found this gigantic ring, probably large enough to fall around my neck. It was marvelous, a thick engraved gold band with a big shiny red gem. I had found it in a closet in a house like [the one I previously lived in irl], with this hallway closet where the powder room (or garage?) would have been. 
I took the ring, and I knew it was the ring of fate, and wearing it on my head gave me immense but strange powers. (It was trippy, my vision blurred as if melting, or underwater). I used this power to, strangely, open the sliding door to the back. I was demonstrating to someone, probably Willow, possibly my elder sister--I looked like Maxwell but I think I was supposed to be Wilson? I flicked the lock back and forth and could open the door either way, but then I had a brief lucid moment and wondered if the sleeping, dreaming mind simply can't comprehend locks and that was why it opened either way. 
Then I was outside, in a mysterious little patch of forest. The trees moved and above in the darkness, among the tallest trees, I saw an immense glowing yellow humanoid eye, with rings of color but no pupil. I knew it was the owner of the giant ring; she was like our goddess. I was glad to see her, but suddenly, myself (I was definitely Wilson then), Maxwell and Willow were all trapped in this very small area together. It was like a (less than 7X7 ft) room with two or three doors, and each of them was an empty closet. There was a place it semed I could look over the wall and see the forest, but we couldn't get out. There were more rings (3 total, approximately) and I noticed a strange phenomenon: they were changing color. I had been wearing two rings with bright red gemstones, but they were becoming darker and a little green at the center, and I wondered if my green-sided magic was affecting them. Maxwell had one ring (proof, perhaps, that I had been him in the house), and it had a narrow band and an eye-slit shaped gem. It had been red, but had become a brilliant green. Willow was hostile towards him, and he was sullen and hid in the closet, but I called him out and was gentle and courteous. I saw his ring had not changed in only the bright green gem, but the band had become on him a green stone which I thought was like jade, but textured like marble. I took it from him, and the gem became red again, the band back to gold. I deduced that it was about our 'teams', but we were not, as we had thought, divided by old families, but by some kind of inner magic, or spirit, or demeanor--and I was actually redder than he was, though still a little green. Hah - I say now in waking logic, wouldn't it be funny if it was about ripeness? [I say now, in even more awake logic, that... that doesn't make sense, but ok whatever past-Whimsi]

Once we came to peace, the goddess set us free, and we went out and our communities gradually shifted away from being hateful. (Sometimes the goddess interfered and the old, drunk angry white guys would be mysteriously and suddenly vaporized, she'd just yeet the jerks into oblivion.) We gravitated towards peace as the younger generation grew up, until the children freely interacted and wondered at their history and how they could have ever been at odds.

There was another piece of the train, and I think this was from the second run (or was there a third)?
It wasn't the Incredibles, but a group of young people stowing away, green and red mixed. I think I was a young man vaguely in charge, quieting the smallest chidren, but they wandered and I feared for losing track of them--I wasn't the littlest blonde girl's actual dad, was I? Just the self-imposed guardian?? She was toddling down the dark hallway among the boxes, but there was another force there, and we needed to hide, in the dark and the cold...

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Feel free to try to interpret this (or any of my weird dreams here hehe) if you like! 

I've been meaning to upload this one for a while, because. idk it's kind of funny. :3 As always, this will be kept very close to the original, half-awake rambles from my actual journal, but slight edits will be made for anonymity/my own peace of mind. 

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Thursday, May 17, 2018

[Legend of Zelda, Don't Starve]

I remember having these spectacular adventures as LoZ Link, and each was supposed to be based after a game, but they weren't accurate to the real ones. One of them was a little like Twilight Princess; I had a wolf companion who I could speak to telepathically. In my favorite adventure, the storyline was so noble--I was just travelling from place to place, and bearing the difficulties. I think I was trying to avoid harming anyone, and it was a long quest, entirely for someone else's sake.

But then I was Wilson, and things got weird. Willow had chosen the side of the shadows, and I didn't understand. I was trying to catch her in [the act? Of doing something evil??], so I could get her back. Through some strange turn of events, she asked if I wanted a pet. I tried to give her a list of impossible specifications, but she ended up giving me a car. It was magical and could come to life, but I didn't know that. I recall right at the end, I was actually sort of happy to see Willow, even if she was a bit evil, but the magical car grabbed me in its?? Jaws?? And I guess it turned me into a wheel of cheese. Willow [whose perspective I was following at this time] felt a little guilty for this trick, and was stuck trying to figure out how to undo it. 

[No more is written regarding this part, but I almost feel like I remember more--a desolate, grey world, but full of stacks of cheese wheels, and being really afraid of misplacing the important one...]

And then there was this part where I was myself. I ate half a chocolate bar and was afraid of getting sick.

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The moral of this dream, as I've wanted to make the joke for so long, is that my weird Don't Starve fanfiction is... cheesy -w-

Ending Jan 2, hosted by Cheevie ! Cute art prizes!

[CLOSED] New Years Raffle!Hello!

It's been a while since I last hosted a raffle and
the new year is a nice opportunity for one
Rules:
Be a watcher! 
New watchers are welcome, but don't watch me just for the raffle pls! 
 Share this journal and link your journal in the comments pls
  For additional entrys you can tag 3 people in the comments
(every tag gives you +1 Number)
 
 If more than 30 people enter I'll add a second winner!
 Raffle ends at the 2nd of january Bullet Point 13 by Ambryl
What I draw:
 Bullet Point 13 by Ambryl Animals (Ponies are fine to!) Bullet Point 13 by Ambryl
Bullet Point 13 by Ambryl Anthros Bullet Point 13 by Ambryl