Monthly Archives: August 2023
Painted pig, august 29 2023
Pocketnaut
From planet f the apes, issue 8, test clean
Grimble visited this am
The Enchanted Arbor of Grimble and Hissyspitty
Once upon a time, in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, nestled in a quaint cottage, lived a kind-hearted couple named Grimble the gnome and his wife Hissyspitty the Opossum. They were known throughout the region for their mystical connection with nature and their enchanting backyard filled with the most extraordinary trees.
One morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Grimble paid an unexpected visit to their neighbor, a humble soul named Pearl, who was in the midst of her morning ablutions. Grimble’s usually twinkling eyes were as red as tomatoes, and his bald spot was encircled by a peculiar whorl of hair that reminded Pearl of both a thatched hat and a hurricane map.
“Pearl, what brings you here so early?” Pearl inquired, her curiosity piqued by his unusual appearance.
Grimble cleared his throat and adjusted his leafy jacket before replying, “Pearl, I’ve come to seek your advice about our cherished backyard trees. You see, today my dear wife Hissyspitty couldn’t accompany me, and I find myself in a bit of a conundrum.”
Pearl set aside her morning routine and gave Grimble her full attention. “Of course, Grimble, I’m happy to help. What seems to be the matter with your trees?”
Grimble’s voice carried a hint of concern as he continued, “Our beloved trees have lost some of their enchantment. The leaves that once sang with melodies are now silent, and their vibrant colors have faded. I fear that the magic of our land is waning.”
Pearl listened intently, her heart moved by Grimble’s distress. “Fear not, Grimble. Every challenge has a solution. Let’s work together to restore the magic to your trees and your land.”
With newfound determination, Grimble and Pearl spent the day studying ancient texts and brewing potions, blending their knowledge of gnome magic and Appalachian wisdom. They concocted a special elixir using dewdrops from the morning leaves, moonlit petals, and a sprinkle of stardust.
As the elixir was gently poured over the roots of each tree, a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, and a soft, enchanting melody filled the air. The trees responded to the magic, their colors deepening, and their leaves twinkling with newfound life.
Grimble’s eyes sparkled with gratitude, and he clasped Pearl’s hands warmly. “Thank you, dear friend. Your kindness and wisdom have rekindled the magic that runs through our land. Our trees are alive once more, and their enchantment will continue to flourish.”
Pearl smiled, her heart brimming with joy. “Grimble, it was an honor to assist you. Remember, the magic of nature is a delicate balance, and it thrives when nurtured with care and love.”
From that day onward, Grimble and Hissyspitty’s backyard became a place of wonder and enchantment, a testament to the enduring magic of the Appalachian Mountains. The tale of their rejuvenated trees spread far and wide, inspiring people to cherish the beauty of the natural world and to work together to preserve the enchantment that exists within it.
And so, in the heart of Appalachia, the legacy of Grimble the gnome and Hissyspitty the Opossum lived on, reminding all who heard their story that the bond between humans, magical creatures, and the land is a precious gift to be treasured for generations to come.
Pearl on her mamas bday
Maniac Pearl
Nature finds a way
Two new arrivals (of six)
Two of my favorite head sculpts on these guys, I really like the “orc” and “angler-pirahna” vibes with these guys. Left is Guardian of the Green, a pretty solid homage to Moss man, and on the right is Arthrodak Carpokill who is pretty much a Battle Beast homage.
The alternate heads that came with the Guardian of the Green made it tough to choose, and the yellow tint and furry tampos made the green body really pop with color. Arthrodak came with alternate wolf and helmet heads too, but the fish face is a no brainer for me, unless they include a gorilla noggin.
#battletribes #onelldesign #glyoscompatible #glyos #modulartoys #spymonkeycreations #guardianofthegreen #arthrodak #carpokill
Caution, man, hole.
Date: August 21, 2023
Emerging from the dimly lit sanctuary of my abode, I ventured forth onto the verdant tapestry of the greenway, a realm carved through the urban sprawl by the hands of forgotten architects. The morning, still in its somnolent embrace, offered respite from the impending wrath of the sun.
Not content with retracing my previous steps, I chose to navigate the untrodden path, a decision that rewarded me with the solace of obscurity beneath the ancient arches that bridged worlds—both physical and metaphysical. There, beneath the cool shadow cast by the bridge’s span, and amidst the embrace of arboreal sentinels that dared to touch the heavens, I found a momentary reprieve from the relentless march of time.
Yet, it was not solely the interplay of light and shadow that held my attention captive. My journey, like a riddle unfolding, revealed a tableau both curious and arcane—a stone circle, nestled within the bosom of nature, bearing witness to eras past and the unfurling future. A relic of unknown origin, its enigma whispered secrets to the winds, secrets I yearned to unravel.
With a heart alight with curiosity, I felt compelled to summon the kindred spirits of Sisto and Brak, the mystics attuned to the cosmic symphony, to this sacred threshold. In the clasp of its enigmatic stones, perhaps the duo would channel the currents of ancient rites, invoking forgotten deities and bridging the chasm between our reality and the realms that lie beyond.
But such endeavors are etched in the flux of uncertainty, for time, that ever-shifting current, is prone to erasing the traces of the past, and my newfound discovery might yet succumb to the inexorable sweep of transience.
As the orb of day climbed higher, casting a cascade of fervent light upon the world, I retraced my steps homeward, thoughts of arcane circles and veiled mysteries swirling in the cauldron of my mind. The greenway had yielded its secrets, and I—like the modern-day magus that I fancied myself—had dared to tread where others might not.
Now, as my quill rests and my thoughts unfurl, I shall watch the passing hours, wondering if the stone circle shall beckon once more, drawing me into its orbit of enigma and revelation. Until then, I stand vigilant, a solitary seeker of truth, forever captivated by the dance of light and shadow, the dance of past and future, that plays upon the canvas of existence.
Selfie sunday
A quick snapshot of my morning.
#markerdrawing #doodle #cryptidfamily #cryptid #selfiesunday
Hanging out together with breakfast this morning and supper last night. She is a gobbly little nom baby when she eats her wet food, and crunches loudly with dry. #misspearl #catsofinstagram #tabbycatsofinstagram #stripedcatsofinstagram #catstagram #august172023 #roanokeva