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hollymacycomic · 4 months
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Holly & Macy and Everyone Else
Chapter 4: Page 38
Start at the Beginning | About the comic | Tip-jar 
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littlekleptocrow · 5 months
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Working on my cosplay and just realized soemthing bout Lynette’s outfit:
Despite how revealing(ish) it is… it’s actually really hard to take on and off. By an outsider, at least.
- The tuxedo is actually a bodysuit.
- she has two skirts and a pair of shorts UNDER said bodysuit, the latter of which is invisible from a distance.
-she has a belt over her skirts, or under her bodysuit, making it difficult to take off the shorts unless you know how the outfit works.
-the clip for her suit is behind her back. It’s mostly covered by her dress shirt.
-that dress shirt has to be put on under the tux, but the arms and collar are over the suit. She’s essentially locked in by that fuckin dress shirt- and trust me I had to get in and out of this costume
-so in order to take her skirts off, everything has to come off
Hardly anyone mentions how Lynette was sold like FUCKING produce… but take a close look at her costume and how carefully she actually protects herself with it, despite its showy-ness (which seems more for stage effect than anything, given it’s top-heavy detail) fucking hurts.
the bastard who bought her really scared her. Arlecchino really should’ve taken their time killing him.
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mysticdragoni · 25 days
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Character story building - Samura Jade & Mystake details
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nmvord · 23 days
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Gorengan panas lebih enak kalau dimakan bersama.
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lux-nocturna · 2 months
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A Heart Too Open 🧡💚🧡
Eris has possessed strange qualities since before his birth, although they are rather considered by him as a curse. Due to the effect of a very powerful love potion, Eridanus now not only possesses basic magical abilities. But also extra sensory abilities that allow him to feel the emotions of places or people around them. He can capture multiple auras, but especially the most intense ones. Although when it comes into contact with someone or something, their senses are heightened and can notice even the slightest traces of any emotion.
As a child, all of this was overwhelming. So thanks to a magical tutor he was able to learn to control his "gift". Being able to create a powerful mental shield that they now use at will and almost all the time.
However, this "gift" is not only based on that. It also transformed his aura, turning it into a luminous one. Warm and comforting. With this, many people throughout their life have been attracted to them. Looking for his friendship, enjoying his company, being of his liking and even falling in love. But all of this is temporary, as are the effects of the potion that cursed them.
But the adverse effects don't just end there. They also push them to almost be a slave of their own desire, one that increases over time if not satiated and one that takes care of being satisfied by cursing him once again with another effect. An attractive and seductive aura that attracts those around him even more. And that it makes him more sensitive and driven to desperation to burn in the flames of desire.
Because of this, he spends many seasons alone. Sometimes hours, other days and even weeks. And all of this, in his condition, has given him nothing but unwanted loneliness. Relationships that are based on a temporary lie that he never gets used to.
And Eris knows very well when their curse is fully activated. And they know how to hide it. As long as the light that begins to shine in his chest is hidden, when things get worse, everything will be fine.
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art-tnt · 1 year
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 Although a little different than some of the usual tips shared here, I feel a lot of artists struggle with character development on the smaller scale. It is easy to create a long backstory and flesh out the grand legend of a particular character. It is a greater task to convey a captivating story in a shorter length. Just because this is a writing tip doesn’t mean it can’t help visual artists with character development. Here are some helpful tips that the link expands upon in detail:
1. Understand that a short story is not the same as a novel 
2. Start as close to the end as possible 
3. Keep up the pace 
4. Keep the number of characters small 
5. Give the reader someone to root for 
6. Create conflict! 
7. Suggest a backstory but don’t elaborate 
8. Appeal to the five senses 
9. Dialogue should bring your story to life 
10. Edit until it hurts
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Satou x Iraka animation
there in love and gay but theres some misunderstandings
man this took hours still not perfect but was fun soo
more backstory coming soon
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lxdymoon0357 · 9 months
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Oh, then can you please write one where mielle came back but not as a human but rather a gost but instead of going after aria. She is more concerned with finding the soul of her family(count, cain, Emma). While she saw searching, she find out there were another version of herself (first timeline mielle). Kinda just living with in her head/soul. I don't know why but I can just see the 2 version of herself just arguing with each other.
After a while she realized that she can find them anywhere. And I mean that she looked and searched everywhere. I'd the rosente house hold. The place where count/emma/call died. Cain school. Etc. But she cant find them.
During like her search for her family members souls, she noticed that she was being followed and attacked by some angelic white knight figure .
Seeming that she cant find her family member soul and that she is being followed. She decided that there most be a magical fixed to her problem, so she went to the now abandon duke Fredrick house that might conveniently help her
(Thank you for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy this!! I changed this a bit)
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White Phantom..
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The sound of music and couples dancing made Mielle happy as she danced on her own, holding her white dress in her dainty hands as she twirled and danced, for once Mielle didn't have to be so modest. Finally the music stopped and Mielle accidentally bumped into someone, Mielle whipped her head around to see Aria and the crown prince, Asterope Franz in each-other's embrace, Aria suddenly shivered after Mielle bumped into her and leaned into Asterope.
As Mielle slowly with her fingers very gently fixed Aria's veil and dress a bit as to not let Aria feel her touch. It was Aria's wedding after all, she shouldn't be messy, as Mielle slowly got off the dance floor like everyone else letting the groom and bride take the place as they had their first dance as husband and wife.
Mielle slowly left the wedding venue, making her way back to the Roscente manor even though it was a long way, but when she reached there she saw the manor was completely empty, nobody in sight and it was a bit dusty, like nobody had cleaned the manor in a few months, mainly because it probably was true. Mielle walked up to her room, which was still decorated, but dusty like the rest of the manor, as she walked she came face to face with the place where she pushed her father, she instantly felt guilty and was about to cry but this wasn't the moment to do so.
Mielle when she woke up was sleeping in the middle of garden bench as she woke up and looked around she realized she was at the imperial palace's garden, where she saw Aria dancing and having fun with the crown prince..
It made her mad but enough of that, Mielle was very tired of the empty manor which echoed beautiful sounds yet it was mundane. Mielle walked out of the manor and walked towards different places, now that she was a spirit, she couldn't get tired and what better way to spend all this time a few hours later she arrived at the Fredrick household, people were there Isis and Oscar weren't, Mielle sighed and walked back out, she was tired of not being acknowledged by people and not being her loved ones, Mielle walked out and went to Cain's school, which was bustling with students chattering and talking and other things, soon the bell rang and everyone hurried off to class.
Mielle giggled with the sights of people being friends, pulling pranks, teasing each other, gossiping, etc. She walked through the hallways peeking into classes to listen to anything she found interesting, and then she ended up in front of Cain's class, she entered the class without opening the door, she was a spirit after all, she looked around the class and found no one, no trace of her brother...she realized she was all alone, she couldn't find Oscar, Isis, her brother her mother her father, Emma were all dead and gone, she was alone, Aria was living her happy after...
Leaving the school, Mielle walked the long and tiring path back to Aria's house, she sat in the palace gardens and went back to the bench where she first woke up and laid down, falling asleep, throughout the journey, she was feeling upset, tired and as though someone was there...that feeling made her hopeful into finding who ever was alive, any of her loved one, but to avail, no one was left for her...
Falling asleep and waking up, her vision clearing to find herself into a dark space with herself? It was her, but she looked angry, VERY angry. Mielle stood up and faced this another version of her,
"Who are you?" Mielle asked this other version of her,
"I'm you, from our first timeline or our first life, where I successfully killed off Aria and her stupid pesky mother!" this other version of Mielle angrily boasted about her accomplishment.
Mielle shook her head and scoffed at this version of her, she didn't care that she died, Mielle had realized that it wasn't Aria's fault, she was only trying to protect herself and she had no choice but kill Mielle cause Aria knew Mielle would come back for her in way or another and it was all Mielle's fault that none of her loved ones was left. Suddenly the black void showed another Mielle as through a screen on one side of the void, with words written in pretty cursive saying,
"Welcome to 3rd time line, Mielle."
Mielle and her alternate universe looked at the screen and looked at each-other, they nodded their heads and knew if they wanted to survive, they had to save themselves from traps first and then Aria and others. They shook their hands and looked ahead at the baby version of themselves knowing they'll earn their happy endings this time.
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taniqetil · 11 months
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My siren from the previous post <3 His name is Roni (very very much placeholder (“my song” or “my joy,”)) He is a siren from a not-so friendly tribe that only just recently tried to mend its ways with (significally chewed, angered and not exactly ready to greet neighbours with open arms) human population of the nearest port city Not having advanced enough to compete with their former prey neither in diplomacy nor armed conflict, it was almost completely wiped and scattered by the people that were too tired and afraid of not only loosing their close ones to the sea, but also now, as they thought, to their newly activated predators. Too many remembered the tales of their fathers and husband lured, bewitched by the ethereal song of the waves, dragged into the cold water by the colder uncaring arms, torn to pieces, too many for them to even try recognising peace and trade offerings as such. Roni does not know of the fate of his tribe, as he happened to get into altercation with a sailors boat few days before their rocky island was tracked down and wiped off his family presence for good. He was running away from one of the previous attacks for so long that he fell asleep among the fish following the warm stream and got caught in a net. Sailors treated them as kindly as the sirens used to treat them, and left him on the shore, mutilated and, as they thought, dead. He happened to survive, but is unable to see out of his right eye or speak outloud, nedless to say he does not sing anymore, only wispers to the waves at times, praying for the sea`s kindness and warmth, and he did not return to his native island out of fear. He travels now, trying to find his place. As for his character, he is careful, cautiously optimistic, a bit detached, a bit naive, very much inclined to self-learning, well-read as much as it was possible - sirens know human speech for their ensnaring songs, but never had much use of the written word, but he learned it to his ability from the books and letters that were on the ships they wrecked and also with the help of one of the captive "food supply" men that warmed up to his curiocity, letting himself be entertained by wide-eyed child`s questions and candid demands in his last days. Now that he is older, Roni takes great pleasure and comfort in every book he can get his hands on. He especially favours the educational ones, artistic literature being too much of a cultural shift to truly appreciate.
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viviartsy · 2 months
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I decided this year is the year I’m finally re-writing from scratch the book I wrote when I was 14.
I’ve been writing ever since I was eleven. Which is probably not very obvious, since English is not my first language and I don’t really post the stuff I write. But this book and its characters have accompanied me ever since I was small and I think it’s finally time I give them a proper chance.
This is Daelia. Or, at least, that’s always been her name. I may change it once and for all. She started as this girl who magically went from her real world in 19th century England to a magical one where she happened to be this chosen princess sort of thing. You can tell it was 2013 and I was very into the time.
The thing about her that always stuck with me was how I refused to give up her femininity. Back at the time Twilight, The Hunger Games, Divergent and all of those dystopian series were going on. It was all about being “not like other girls” and it all irked me the wrong way. I had a character who was very feminine, family oriented and who couldn’t fight. It was all the no-nos of those years, even for fanfic. When GoT became the big thing it is today, everyone seemed to hate Sansa. Whereas I loved Sansa, always did. Still a Sansa fan, now an Alicent apologist I guess.
It’s not that I hate the fighter, archer stereotype. But I’m a history enthusiast, and the role of women in scheming and fighting battles the only way the times allowed them was, and is, the most interesting for me. And my babygirl was born out of all that.
She is a woman in a Harem, surrounded by other women and children all for whom she cares deeply. Intrigue brews around her, but in a position of absolute safety as a daughter of a favorite, she has never had anything to want or fear. She is plucked from her safe haven, but marries a powerful man quickly after. Out of duty and respect. And she never gets to any throne, or is the head of a rebellion. She remains in the sidelines, behind curtains and screens. At the end of the book, she is still married, she has had children, and she sees a relative of hers take the throne.
That’s why I never thought anyone would care to read her story. But I would. I do like to read stories of women like her, and I believe she deserves a chance. So I decided I’ll give it to her.
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thetantiger · 3 months
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Character Insight #13: Cronia
Full Name: Cronia Dolores Wiltflower Gender: Female (she/her) Race: Forsaken Class: Druid Specialization: Death Orientation: Pansexual Relatives: No Known Relatives Age: 47 (26 at death) Height: 5'4 Voice reference: In-game female Forsaken player Theme: Angry Too - Lola Blanc
[BACKSTORY]
Cronia Wiltflower was born in Lordaeron four years before the opening of the Dark Portal. To those knowledgeable, they would understand that this is a very poor timeframe to be born into Azeroth. Cronia was exposed to the horrors of war very early into her life, as the orcs came charging through and clashed with those of her own kind. She was only ten when the Alliance Internment Act was passed, beginning to force orcs into internment camps in which they were abused, mistreated and starved. Cronia was always a rather empathetic soul and did not see the necessity in such acts, and as she grew into a teenager, her anger against these camps began to blossom. The orcish people were just that; a people. People, like her and everyone around her, though there was little she could do. As she grew into a young woman her spite against the Alliance only festered further, and she frequently left the city and her family to spend time in the woods instead, discovering a land her fellow Humans had grown unattached to. She planted flowers here and tended to nature to calm her nerves before returning to her city, where she'd spend any evening free time roaming the streets and spray-painting her disdain for the active internment camps on any surface she could get away with. She was disinterested in most of her society, only really becoming close with a friend that would be later known as the Ringmaster. Regardless, the first two and a half decades of Cronia's life were rather uneventful, except for the orcs escaping and creating a New Horde. She kept her sympathizing sentiments to herself, but truthfully, she was happy they had found a home for themselves outside of the internment camps.
Twenty-two years after the opening of the dark portal, however, is when Cronia's life--or unlife--changed forever. Arthas Menethil and his scourged forces attacked Lordaeron, plaguing the city and its citizens forever. Cronia's parents were not raised into undeath and remained dead under the rubble of the forgotten city. However, their daughter shared a different fate, and awoke as a Forsaken.
The Forsaken united under Dark Lady and former Ranger General Sylvanas Windrunner and took up their home in the sewers of their old city, now dubbed "Undercity." Their former Alliance brethren in neighboring kingdoms of Humans rejected them, calling them hideous monsters of the Scourge. So, they joined the Horde. Cronia admittedly quite liked the Horde much better than the Alliance--they were a collection of misfit races, brought together by their will to survive on this planet, and they were much less uptight, too. The other Forsaken, though.. Cronia still held disdain for from their time as Lordaeronians. So, again, she took to the woods to take breathers from her society, and, even in undeath, rediscovered her deep love for nature.
So, she studied. She studied and studied and worked and worked, and for ten years she sought to overcome her condition's separation from the natural order. What naysayers said was true. One overcome by such a plagued magic, in such a rotten state, could not make flowers bloom. She saw plants wilt before her and wither in her grasp. But she was determined.
And then she heard the news. That an old society deep in the lands of Kul Tiras named the Drust had been rediscovered. Their druidic ways focused on the end of the life cycle. Truly, death was just as essential to an ecosystem as life. So Cronia stopped trying to make flowers bloom. She stopped trying to grow the earth before her, and instead, she reoriented her vision, and surely enough the land responded to her touch. Trees cracked and groaned with age. Shrubs shriveled and died. She accomplished animalistic forms, however they were all decayed and rotting. Her rot would serve to feed the plants that would come after, and she mastered the art of death druidism.
[THOUGHTS]
Cronia is another one of those characters that actually has yet to be on-screen but I super love her concept! She's my rebellious death druid gal and I love her lmao. Hope it was a fun read! <3
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hollymacycomic · 4 months
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Holly & Macy and Everyone Else
Chapter 4: Page 37
Start at the Beginning | About the comic | Tip-jar 
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dltk-arts · 3 months
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Meet Rei ( Past R.W. )’s Brother Nyx! :]
He’s an Albino kiddo who despite has the total opposite vibe Reiki has possesses various significant similarities to him.
They’re very close to one another.
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bugnoxious · 9 months
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the replacement
title is only relevant to his story, not the art. might render this piece and post it again but i like this version too
wow i actually made more high quality art!!! not just lineless versionsof my sketchbook doodles
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nmvord · 1 year
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The Pink Drink
There was this café that offered a couple discount for their special pink Boba drink.
Amalia of course did not squander this chance (don't mind Adam's grumpiness. He was happy he could get that discount drink too).
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jewelartbyjewel · 1 year
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My dnd characters Wolf and Vitrea are now no longer bound to a campaign so if anyone wants to read 20 pages of traumatic backstory sandwiched in a detailed 40 page backstory lmk and I can send links (I expect comments tho I wanna know what y’all think)
Also this is them
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