Friendship Letters

Obsilion is panting heavily while hiding behind. He has been running from a group of rather angry spirits. Now what could he have done to grab the attention of a group of vengeful spirits? Well here is the short version of that story....There is a small ghost town that is smack dead in the middle of a random forest that is in the middle of nowhere. He had found this place a few months back and had marked it as a point of interest. After a while of further investigating the area around the town a...

————————————————[FOUR YEARS AGO, STYLO APARTMENTS. 2:04 PM]------------------------------------- The shrill voice of the radio host somehow managed to wake me up from my third nap of the day, my whole head felt awful and dry. I didn't hear a single thing she said... it was all muffled. Noise. My focus was on my dry mouth. Like cotton balls clung to the roof of my mouth and the strings dug deep into the cracks of my tongue. I look up at the clock hung above my fri...

A twisted visage, a creature most foul, wearing the skin of one who once was her prized best friend. Her thoughts converged, so did her feelings, and while at first she was terrorized by the fiend that stood on those grey shores, her fear was turned into a wave of blazing anger. , She thought, . Not a second had passed since his words left the creature's mouth when she began to retaliate. The mare jumped forward, twisting her body mid-air and using her psionics to empty the contents of her pouc...

(?): What are thy words which my ears are deciding to hear? Are you speaking that Mama's Village is currently unavailable for approach? As if I, your Dark Lord, does not possess the power to do so? (?): My Dark Lord, it would appear that Mama and her village had run into some fortune for the time being. The Moon had decided to pour darkness close to her lands. The birthing of new creatures is currently taking place. It would be unwise to disrupt the process. As you are always aware....rebirth...

"As deft as rocks swimming upstream." Words that forever marked her early teens. Spoken in these selfsame shores, back when the sand was just as golden as the city behind them; when the clear blue ocean only gave way to the white foam of the waves, the beautiful sounds of nature clashing with that of their boombox, their laughter, their taunts. They're gone now. The golden sand has turned grey, ruins lay where a great city once did. With the bay closed by the carcass of a great ship, even ...

Alright, here's another info letter, this time about the powers of Stickman. In this one, we take a dive into Stickman's powers, both current and former (Basically the ones from before the reboot for the former.) Let's start with the current. The Eternal Ink - What allows him to take on different forms and basically survive since his former bird form was broken due to the maelstrom void that started this all. Stickman cannot basically live without his eternal ink, and MANY villains want th...

Oh boy! Another info friendship letter! This time we go through the sectors of Stickman's World in the Prime Timeline. This friendship letter will give off what's what and when the sector debuted. Let's dive right in! USF Base Sector's Debut: The Planet that was Long Forgotten Description: The place where the USF resides and where most of the world's sector power comes from due to the WEG. This building is much more roomier than the HQ and has way more rooms than the Stickman HQ. It even ha...

“Don’t do that ever again,” I stated, looking at the griffon with an even expression. She lowered her ears, but only for a second before perking back up and stepping closer. I did not know what to expect at first. To me she was a stranger who had followed me through the forests and involved herself in what turned out to be a bad situation. So, out of instinct, I tensed up and pulled myself away from her, and she seemed to have taken it negatively. To be honest, I could...

Ever since they voiced their feelings for each other they had grown slightly awkward, unsure of how to treat whatever their relationship had become. Knight hated it, he kept thinking of ways to end this annoying awkwardness. In the time they had traveled, they now found themselves flying through snow covered hills, a place called bleak valley. It was snowing slightly and the breeze was cold but neither of the two were cold, Knight had his thick coat of fur and it helped keep Devine warm who r...

And yet we have another info friendship letter, this time about the weapons Stickman has or had, depending on the weapon, and in the order they were obtained. With every new weapon Stickman was eligible to get, Stickman had to travel to Master's Peak to take a test overseed by his teacher, Grandmaster Sticksei, to see if he was actually worthy to wield said weapon. Let's dive in, shall we? The Pencil Sword: The one, the only, you'd better believe it, the sword of legend. Made to look like a p...

Surprise! Another Info Friendship Letter. This one explains the rooms in the Stickman HQ, and to give a full scale of the confirmed rooms in the HQ. Let's dive in, shall we? The Bridge: Where all the operations happen. This room is where Stickman can pilot the HQ alongside his friends and sister. This room has quite the view with it. The Living Room: Where recreational activities happen whenever the USF isn't doing a mission. It includes all the oldest and latest consoles, some games to go...

Haven't done an info friendship letter in a while. Anyway! In this friendship letter, I take you through what Gary, a penguin who hails from Club Penguin, has developed for both the USF and Stickman. Let's dive in, shall we? Wristwatch Communicators: Exactly as it says it does and more. Allows to call and dismiss Warframes that are assigned to each member of the force, allows access to a miniature teleportation cube in case for emergency extraction, so on and so forth. The Master upgrade is o...

(Alright, time for a shitpost story cause why the fuck not. Carmine's mad lib post got me inspired to make this short story, but i'm going to make it in MY style. The epic way. No chapters this time cause, well, it's a short story. Letsa fuckin' go! Oh and this is canon to my series. Shoutout to Carmine! -Stickman) It was a beautiful night in Rio De Janeiro. The hero of this story was Stickman... not that dumb idiot poop face Carmine Gumshoe. He was out and about in his and Jewel's homeworld....

Sylvia gasps as she wakes up and quickly sits up. Its dark. Very dark. There is no light whatsoever, yet she can see as if there is a dim light, but there is nothing to see. This is a dark void with nothing, yet she can see. She knows she shouldn't be able to see. There is no light. Just a black space. Yet, she can see. "What is this place?...." she asks herself as she looks around....As if there is anything to look at. Why would she have to look around if there is nothing in this void? "It l...

Sylvia had stationed herself on a rather large island in the middle of the ocean, far, far south of Canterlot's harbor. She had set up a small camp for herself since she planned on being here for quite some time. So far, she has been on this island for only two days. She had come to this island a day after the little bit of excitement, or annoyance, that had happened at Artemis's castle. She is still dressed in a midnight blue sports bra and black yoga pants with her hooves still wrapped in band...

"It is not a matter of discussion at the moment, Nightmare. It's not a discussion I'm willing to have in general. What you speak of? The power? The Limitless abilities we could gain? That'll only lead to targets. Targets placed on our backs. Our Kingdom's back. That is something I'm not willing to put into debate. It isn't an option I see taking place. My Future? Our Future? Isn't set in stone just yet. Hasn't been formed yet. Jumping into the area of threat will only make us the threat. We aren...

Mirror rose before the sun. She had not slept, not really, and every part of her ached… but going back to bed would be futile. Her reality felt so surreal that a dream would have been a reprieve, had the universe deigned to allow her one. Weary in every sense of the word, she made the trek to her mirror, where she picked up a makeup brush and looked into the mirror. Her eyes flicked over each feature with increasing confusion. The features refused to resolve into a face - there was one eye,...