Spirit Animal - Blog Posts
Its a crime i don't draw him more fr
Why is this so right???
Ok wait this is adorable and actually spot on
Quiz is linked below <3
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Behold! The one and only: WIZARD FROG or... FROG WIZARD or somethinh idk... Anyway, this fine lad is all finished and ready to do his wizarding!
It's a mewshroom🐱🍄
“He called me you’re whore…. Which I am, and have freely chosen to be”
Cat is My Spirit Animal T-Shrit
More Designs 👇
And old lady I drew once as a school assignment. I also suck at backgrounds.
Leslie Knope is my favorite person & one day I want to have her passion & her drive & all that shit
I really wish I was like one of those little fruit flies. It would be really fun to just pick one guy and drive him insane with my relentless buzzing.
A scene from ‘Spirit Animals’ novel series by Brandon Mull.
Full disclosure I’ve only read the first novel in the series, and that was wayyy back in middle school.
The trencle was sweet like berries. Almost like drinking syrup but the undertone of citrus made it bearable.
My family smiled at me. We didn’t all have spirit animals. My mother didn’t. My father didn’t. But both my sisters and my grandmother did. This made my fate very uncertain.
My grandmother had a bobcat. Wise and tranquil. Untamable, untouchable. Based on the stories, this demeanor came with age and in their youth my grandmother and her bobcat were once the tricksters and troublemakers of the town.
My eldest sister had a dog. A female pit-bull with black fur and black eyes. At first sight, very scary, but she was really a sweetheart. She had a beautiful coat and people often remarked that the beauty was what connected them. I personally believe it’s their loyalty. How both of them would do anything for the people they love.
My second sister had a wild boar. A fearsome thing that only listens to her. She was strong. And although she had the more dangerous of the two animals, I found she was much sweeter than my oldest sister.
The back of my throat burned, the seconds thumped by.
They all said if I got one it would be small. Soft. A squirrel, a rabbit, a field mouse.
The sky began to cloud over.
Any moment now I expected any kind of rodent or small mammal to shuffle out of the grass.
It was no rat.
It wasn’t even a cat.
Down from the sky she came.
A large female black vulture.
