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Bill Cipher by Tigerach
Bill Cipher
Bill Cipher and his blue flame of eternally-binding-contract.


Bill Cipher (c) Alex Hirsch 
Stanford Pines by Tigerach
Stanford Pines
.....Stanford Pines is not what he seems

still recovering I'm sorry

Stan Pines (c) Alex Hirsch 
You look out your window and see nothing.  There is nothing there except the darkness and the earth.  You gaze into the vast nothingness and realize that you are alone.  The thought does not disturb you.  You are not bothered by the nothingness or the dark, but you are bothered that there are so many weeds in your garden.  Why are there so many weeds in your garden?

As you go to make your breakfast, you notice that someone has already made toast, and that the air smells of eggs.  You are allergic to eggs; you eat the toast.  Nobody lives here except you.  The toast is delicious, except that it could use a little jam.  You have always hated jam.

The neighbor sees you and waves, but he is not waving at you.  He is merely waving.  You wave as well, but he does not seem to see.  You are going to be late.  If you are alone, where did your neighbor come from?  You are disturbed, again by the garden, and also by the dog your neighbor is walking.  It has too many heads, you think.  Or too few?  You were always so confused about these things.

You are hit by a car as you cross the street.  You feel nothing.  Or perhaps, you think, perhaps you felt it, and it is merely indistinguishable from the pain you are usually feeling.  The thought gives you a headache--which only raises further questions.

The coffee in your hand tastes like roses and solitude; you do not know what that means, but as you drink it, that is what you think.  The sky has lightened; there is no less of nothing than you perceived before.  The earth is warm beneath your feet, and you still think of your garden.  Maybe you should do something about the garden.  Just the other day, you thought you saw a weed growing out of your favorite skull and the thought disturbs you.  You drink your coffee and begin to feel very alone.

There is a woman on the street with ten eyes, all on her face.  She remarks that she cannot see and asks for a penny.  You have no penny; you give her your coffee and the jam you cannot stand.  She accepts them with fingers that consist only of bone.  “Thank you,” she says, and none of her eyes look at you.  Every single eye is looking at the ground, as though its warmth and emptiness can overpower her own.  She sips the coffee and nods at the earth.  You begin to understand your disconcertion.  

You purchase a newspaper.  It consists entirely of the words “IF YOU ONLY UNDERSTOOD.”  You do, you think stubbornly.  You understand everything.  The skulls in your garden have only barely rotted.  Perhaps that is the problem.
Children play in the park, but they do not smile.  A vendor sells ice cream, but he says nothing.  You miss your coffee and buy an ice cream.  It tastes of regret; you give it back to the vendor, who can do nothing but sigh and nod as he receives it.  “That is the response I usually get,” he says to you.  You are hung up on your neighbor’s dog and the weeds in your garden, and do not reply.

A faint drizzle comes over the earth; its warmth turns the rain to clouds, and you find yourself in the vast, blue sky.  The voices of people you never knew fill your ears, and you begin to wonder about that dog.  Was it even a dog at all?  Someone tells you that you do not understand, and you can do nothing but nod in reply.  The newspaper was right, you think bleakly.

The clouds disappear and your feet are on the warm earth.  You taste the memory of your lover and you hate it.  You hate jam.  You are glad you gave it to the woman with ten eyes.  She did not see you, but you saw her.  The weeds in your garden are your fault, you think angrily.  You allowed them to exist.  You resolve to pull them today.  You loathe the way they obstruct your bones.  The sky darkens, and you wade into the nothingness.
Reasons to Stay in Bed Today
I wrote some surrealist horror for no discernible reason

okay bye
Okay hello!  I am holding an OFFICIAL FunLand art contest!  Not sure how many takers I'll get but I'm interested to see what you got!

Here are the rules:

1. Submissions can be art or literature, in any form.
2. Please keep the entries PG to PG-13.  I'm not really interested in seeing nudity but blood/gore is permitted.
3. Art must feature FunLand OCs or monsters.  YOU MAY INCLUDE your own OCs or monsters, as long as they are alongside an existing FunLand OC. 
4. Judging will be based on content, not skill, so don't worry!
5. If your entry (due to the nature of the horror genre) includes something that may be triggering to others, please put a mature content filter on it!  I know this sounds silly but it really is respectful to others.



A Full Colour Art Piece of Anything of Your Choosing (within reason--eg no nudity or things you already know I won't draw) AND a Sketch-- OR (instead of coloured piece and sketch) a FULL COLOR COMIC PAGE


A Coloured Sketch of Anything of Your Choosing (again within reason)

Excited to see what you guys will submit!

DEADLINE IS APRIL 30!  I am willing to allow extensions if you ask, though.
  • Mood: Sociable
  • Listening to: silencio
  • Reading: The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald
  • Eating: chocolate
  • Drinking: H2O


Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
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Hi there, you can call me Tigerach. Or Tiger, or Rach, or Goggles, or Captain. I am a Christian first and foremost, however I am also a science fiction writer, an aspiring cartoonist, a weird-as-all-get-out artist and a Defective Detective. I like things that are spooky and ghoulish just because that's the way I am. I see dead people and I like it. Caffeine addict.

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JackofAllAss Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2015
Tigerach Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
JackofAllAss Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015
"Litteral Dragon".
Tigerach Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
or "literal" dragon, but yes
JackofAllAss Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2015
Oops.  Thank you.
Tigerach Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
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JackofAllAss Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2015
Hey, I just read FunLand again and I'm wondering:
did you name the Jones Siblings after some of the stamps from the "Forever" collection?
Tigerach Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
eh, no, more like after the actual concepts of liberty and justice.
JackofAllAss Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015
Though it'd be funny if they had more kin who completed the collection (ie Freedom, Equality)  
Tigerach Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I thought about it.  
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