Smiling Critters Oc Ideas Novels & Stories

I warmly smiled at him and turned to leave, switching out of his office and mean-mugging that bitch of a receptionist on the way out. “What’s going on, girl?” Brianna asked from my passenger seat, waiting patiently like a ride or die in case shit popped off. I completely ignored her and opened the hatch on the back of the Jeep. I pulled out a fresh can of spray paint and my old softball bat and sauntered towards his gleaming BMW while I hummed a cheerful tune. I giggled while I painted ‘Micro Penis’ in bold red capitalized letters on the side of Elijah’s BMW. The funny part about this was that it wasn’t true. I could tell Elijah was packing some serious heat, even flaccid, but the passerbyer

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Panels along the outer ring popped open like trapdoors. The first wave came out crawling. Smaller creatures than in Red Streets—lanky, stick‑limbed things with too many joints and no real faces, just ovals of mottled flesh with rows of teeth where eyes should be They swarmed onto the platforms, skittering toward us, claws clicking. “Warm‑up,” Corvin said, voice calm. “Try not to make it look too easy,” I said. “They’ll just ramp faster.” He gave me a tight, humorless half‑smile.

I smile and we walk inside the warm aquarium. The smell of salt water immediately assaults my nose and I smile at a mural of the ocean that has been painted on the front wall, “We have sharks, otters, crabs, fish, dolphins, and even a baby whale. So much more. I am sure you are going to love this. We will also be feeding sting rays.”

Ranran quickly said her ideas . " I want the lion , the white wolves and the white tiger ." Chichi also said her choices . " Eldest sister ... I want two pairs of leopard and two pairs of white tigers with their children . " Su Bin suddenly see the eyes of the animals that he wants so badly to rise . " Okay .... they will be send to you tomorrow morning . Eldest sister had to send few chickens and ducks to rise in your space and fishes too in your river. Also the plants too . They need places to sleep too . The puppets will make them tonight .

A family heirloom in the making, a symbol of love and tradition that would cradle our little one in comfort and joy. Abatrose had transformed the room I shared with David and him on board Atlantis into an enchanting underwater sanctuary. His breathtaking four-wall mural of a vibrant reef scene transported us to an oceanic wonderland, teeming with colorful fish, playful sea turtles, and delicate coral. The walls now enveloped us in a kaleidoscope of marine life, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. And in the center of this aquatic haven, Abatrose had crafted a magnificent crib from a giant, iridescent clam shell, its colors shimmering like the sea itself, studded with beautiful perils. W

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

Keep the edges angled, not square, if I can figure out how to make the wood do that. I guess if he doesn’t like it, I can just do something different. Monochrome. Black, white and grey. That's how I’ll do it. Make the figures less and less three dimensional with every frame, until they’re just flat caricatures. Then, the last frame. A jaguar in glorious colour, lying sleek and smiling and satisfied. A flattened shadow-figure under his front paws, spread out like a crime scene chalk outline.

“I said toys are fine as long as they’re not a choking hazard.” Naomi popped up from behind the couch, a smear of glue on her cheek. “I told them to make one that looks like Ronan,” she stage‑whispered. “They’re calling it Growly.” Ronan, passing through with a stack of folders, glanced down at the lopsided toy, then at me. “If that thing starts giving orders, I’m leaving,” he said. Jace beamed. “We can make a Luna one too. With little fake bite marks on the arm.”