#origional charachters!

[mother-snake]

Alrighty. i need u guys to play pick and mix.

so. i have some stories planned out. now. theyre going to be in the same series, the difference being each chapter will be telling a different story about the charachter of the world. !!this will be posted on my new ao3 account for origional stories!!!

now. its the order they should be done in, because well... i dunno what to do first. so, here are the small stories, but only by name. just put them in number order of what you think looks coolest to not so great, imma try and spread them out depending on ppls opinions. (u can just pick three if u wanna)

1) what lurks beneath 2) shattered lives 3) the wasted, the mutated and the forgotten 4) blacked out 5) nightmares and stars 6) she awakes, she peers, she kills 7) frosted lips

thats what ive got so far. only seven. but still enough that once i get a better plan done i can swing this into action! thanks for choosing!

[m1lkygh0st]

Just a list of my OCs cus I havent made one for a while lmfaoo

Uhh

Caesar: a gay skeleon lad from WW2

Milk: gay ghost

Cecil: a boy w a big stomach and 1 eye

Verval: kinda like a fallout ghoul? Just not feral? Also they have no memory of before they were uh? Mummified i guess.

Asher: murder boyo

Dresca: A dragon faun who likes causing trouble

Ezra: Lizard boy

Ezic: a shy boy who cries a lot whos inhabited by a demon who cares abt him a lot and will go about things his own rough way to protect him

Anna: A faun who likes to spend all day in her garden

Travis: a cat lady who loves a party

Gaia: a forest spirit who watches over Anna cus shes gay

Uhhh

#OCs #my ocs #my ocs are my babies #origional charachters #dbkdndcjd #a list #keep

[daedricprincessorigin]

The Wine Family Story, chapter 1

Soverwine was bored. After all, she was a city guard, in one of the most peaceful cities in Azeroth, in the quietest section of the city. The druids of Darnassus would be more than capable of defending themselves, even if someone managed to scale Teldrassil, a tree larger than any mountain, on an island that is too far from the mainland of Kalimdor to swim to. Really, Soverwine was not pleased with her post by the druid's enclave. 

Except after just this one day......

She had been standing by a cobbled crossroad, just like she was supposed to, when a young man walked up to her. He was wearing druids robes, the green embroidered leaves matching his hair in both color and quantity of foilage. "Hello." Was all he said. 

Soverwine stared up at him, for annoyingly, he was several inches taller than her. "Yes?" She asked, "where do you need directions to?" Most of the time, people only talked to the guard to ask for directions. He shook his head. "No, I'm not going anywhere, I just wanted to talk to you." The elf said, sitting down on a bench nearby.

Soverwine pursed her lips, now more annoyed. This weird man, who actually had leaves in his hair, wanted to waste both of their time? She sighed through her nose. "Fine. What do you want to talk about." She said, leaning against a tree. 

"Well, what's your name? I can't simply call you Sentinel, and you can hardly call me druid. My name is Denarus." He offered. 

Then, Soverwine asked herself a very important question. Am I bored enough to risk being reprimanded for not minding my post in order to talk to this man? She sighed again internally. 

"I'm Soverwine." She said curtly. Denarus smiled. "Nice to meet you, Soverwine." He said brightly. The pair talked of light things that meant nothing to anybody. 

The next day, he was there again. Soverwine paused as she saw him. She truly wasn't expecting to see Denarus again. He didn't have any leaves in his hair this time, but it was still as green as ever. He looked over and smiled. The sentinel had hoped the druid wouldn't be there again, but there he was. She pursed her lips and went to stand at her post. 

Denarus tilted his head at her. "Do you not want to talk again?" He asked. 

Soverwine didn't look at him. "And here I thought I wasn't the only one with responsibilities. How disappointing." She deadpanned. He laughed. 

"I apologize. I had simply hoped our discussion wouldn't be a one-time thing." He said. Soverwine eyed him without turning her head. She sighed. "So what do you want to talk about?"

They continued like that for weeks, with the two of them talking until one was pulled away by duties or a friend. And one day, Soverwine realized she was looking forward to her conversations with Denarus. She was smiling more everyday. 

One day, Denarus confessed that he had fallen in love with Soverwine. She smiled, and later his best friend Kyttin teased him about how wrinkled his robes were and Soverwine got odd looks for her mussed hair. 

Their marriage was witnessed by the whole of the Darnassian guard, and held in the druid enclave. The night was filled with wit and laughter, and the captain stood and accepted Soverwine's request for a new post. A week later, Soverwine told her husband that he was to be a father. Children were rare among the night elves, and every expectant parent seen as blessed by Elune. 

Soverwine gave birth to a daughter, and they  named her Cherwine. In her first three years of life, she showed her father's smile, laugh, and quick wit. For a toddler, at least. Her purple hair was as vibrant as her mothers, and it was often held in the same high ponytail. 

Soon after the first three years, Soverwine discoverd that she was pregnant once again. Yet another daughter. The newest member of the family they named Mialwine. She was quieter than her older sister, but no less gregarius. The sisters were well loved by the people of Darnassus, who could each recall precious memories of playing with them. 

However, soon after Mialwine's third birthday, Soverwine and Denarus were summoned to the Blasted Lands. The Legion, an unending mass of demons, was threatening Azeroth from the world of Outland through the infamous Dark Portal. They could hardly leave their daughters in Darnassus alone, all the people they trusted enough to leave with them were also going through the portal. 

So, the whole family went. 

They quickly found the ruined city of Shattrath, where hundreds of people stayed, and rented a small house for the four of them. 

Things were going well for several months, Denarus was able to negotiate with the native orcish shamans and Soverwine slew thousands of demons and lost count at about 6,472. 

But, it couldn't last, as nothing good ever does in war. 

While on a scouting mission, a demon caught Denarus from behind. It sent it's ragged spear straight through his chest, with enough force to lift him off the ground. There was nothing Soverwine could do. 

In a rage, she slaughtered the dozen demons still standing nearby, and rushed her beloved's body back to Shattrath. 

All they could do was give him a funeral. As Soverwine stood next to her weeping daughters, she made a choice. Mialwine didn't look up in time to get a last glance of her mother, but Cherwine did.

#world of warcraft #night elf #night elves #short romance #character death #oc #origional character #origional charachters #fanfiction #world of warcraft fanfiction #The Wine Family Story

[oscarfart]

A couple of peaces to ake up for not posting for a couple of days

#art #venting #OC #artist #artist on tublr #tublrartist #vent art #vent artwork #oc art #origional character #origional charachter art

[katejowseyy]

analysis of final design

Space described in one word description

‘kaleidoscopic’ Is based off the feel of being transported back to fun chilidhood memories of food, shown as an Installation within Opera House Lane. The installation resembles the attributes of a kaleidoscope with its repeated patterns, colours and sizes when you move through the space. 

Mihimihi  

For my design I decided to go with the concept of food and the memories of baking with both my mum and nana and how they had such a passion for it. Cooking has become a big passion of mine recenty and the passion has developed since being young. To me cooking is a way of creativity and putting your own take on things weather that be through taste or texture. Its been a way of escaping and creating memories like occasions.

When I think of food and baking, colour, willy wonker and the chocolate factory, shapes, patterns and size comes to mind. These are relevent to my thinking today as this is made up of childhood memories and fantasies as well as technical knowlege gained today like delecate patissiere creations coming to mind.

Qualities of the design

My passage includes a series of dispersed polls with various coloured circle shapes angled on top. The poles are tubes made from clear glass which ballance out the sorounding colours. I decided to keep the facades of the lane its origional charachter brick as I feel like it ties in well with the personality of my passage because of the paintings on top. The multi coloured circles floating above are created from a glossy opaque plastic as I wanted them to still relfect light and patterns around while still keeping their distinct colour. These poles and shapes are all at staggered heights. Curved sopherical shaped seating is dispersered down the passage which is also constructed from the glossy coloured platsic in multipule colours. At night, spot lights with a radious of 5 meteres are lit up at night, located on the round shapes that are next to the seating areas. 

I wanted my design to have a height element to it so that it drew the attention upwards and utilise the less unnoticed space above and higher between the buildings. The various sized round shapes give diversity and make the space feel more fun. The cut out shapes within these rouns such as rectangles, circles and squiggles are shapes that you mainly remence with being a child. The long curving seats give the space length and entices you to stop and talk, creating a very socaial and positive space that you to want to be in. Glass is used to break up the colour and allow reflections throughout the day. This also naturually creates a fun aspect on playing with light as people reflections come into play in the glass. The colours and shapes give you a break from the concreate life of the city by bringing back simplictic memories.

[mother-snake]

promised story 1-

(this one is an origional and first chapter to a book im going over at  the minuet, any constructive critisism would be nice and anything you liked about or didnt like would be good for me so i can perhapse change certain things in future!) -if you guys like it enough i might post the other chapters as i work along them. and if youd like, i can tagg you in!-

UNLOCKED: kurbose words: 3641 warnings: small fight thing happens at begining.

chapter 2-  n/a

chapter 1 -I will eat this sandwich; fate just has other plans.

At least crows don’t judge people for doing the bizarre things they do, I suppose. For example; the fact that I was sitting down on top of the rather worn-down churches roof that lay in the dead centre of the village, slowly turning into a town. Very slowly... I’d blame me getting up here on my habit of using my, not so useful, skill of getting into trouble; but in all honesty that excuse’ became unreliable since the tenth time I’d deliberately made my way up here. Not that I minded much.

Ten or so crows were lined on either side of me cawing loudly at one another trying to get closer, hoping that they could snag some of the sandwich I was eating. It had been wrapped up and stayed in my pocket since the morning. I had always left then in the early hours and barely came back until nightfall. the murder was slowly becoming more and more agitated as they looked at the sandwich with a keen eye.

lunch I had to skip due to them… I don’t mean the birds of course. not the birds. Never. Ever. blame the birds.

the night air was always calming. The stars seemed to look down upon me with a curious gaze, as if asking why I was still in the melancholy village. Living in such a boring place for years. sometimes it felt like hundreds of eyes were on me. that’s why I always sat on top of the roof. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel a form of freedom I couldn’t get anywhere else. Mayhaps that was because I wasn’t supposed to be up there in the first place. Alas. We shall never know.

sure, some people would enjoy the normal life. Not worrying about what would be around the corner. But I I’m not like that, when it’s all you know. You’d wish for something to change.

I surveyed the area in my line of vision. It was slowly becoming dark enough that everything was blending together. But I could still see the outlines of everything. the sound of the canal that split the village up in sections was only a couple streets away.

I could recognise some of the people lined up by their houses getting the final things ready. And those who were wondering the streets were making their ways home. it was fairly easy to remember everyone in the town. No one really moved here, and if they did, they would mostly stay till they were old and grey.

One of the many people I could see from where I was is Miss hazel. I could see her picking some of the herbs and flowers for her medicines and potions. She was our physician much to many traveller’s surprise.

Then there was Mr. jackal who was sitting on his doorstep. A small wooden pipe in hand, a faint smoke ring coming from the pipe. Sometimes I felt that I’d never seen him going anywhere without it.

The brother and sister, Lawrence and Catherine were running after one another, up and down the street below. They were five and seven. Catherine being the eldest. She was very much a saint in many eyes. Learning how to climb into small places for things we had lost.

Her brother Lawrence had been practicing magic as far as anyone knew. He was getting better as the year continued to pass. He had started in early spring and not seemed to have stopped since. He had a wizard’s soul, that’s for sure. Only one in thousands seemed to appear.

Mrs. Evelyn was looking around the streets from one of her windows waving down to everyone, looking up and spotting me, I gave a quick wave back. I couldn’t hear her but I could tell she was laughing as a crow hopped up onto my lap and stole a slither of meat from my sandwich.

Sometimes it was nice to see a familiar face, but when you know practically everyone who walks the street daily. It can get rather boring, their conversations tended to repeat with nothing interesting happening most of the time.

I was cut from my thoughts by an annoyingly familiar clink of something hitting the roof grabbed my attention. I quickly wrapped my sandwich back in its paper bag and placed it into my cardigans pocket. I turned my attention to the gutter, a small sharp stone that hadn’t been there before laid on top of some moss.

The murder realising what was going to happen fluttered away in a frenzy, cawing in disarray. Not wanting to be caught in the stupidity that laid below me in the church garden.

Preparing myself as best as I could, I looked around and caught sight of the gargoyle sitting perched slightly off from where I was positioned. If I miss this, well… I either die or break my legs.

The gargoyle itself had a monstrous face, baring fanged teeth and its wings spread out, poised to strike. another rock landed near my position. deciding to take the risk, I pushed myself slightly in the direction of the beast. landing with a small thud behind it, I let out a breath. Two more stones were thrown in my direction, the sound of them rolling onto the gutter caused me to flinch.

They were too close. One thing I could say is that the people below were getting better at their aim and way of throwing.

There was a slight warmth coming from the gargoyle, they were in hibernation. They would remove the stone shell around them late into the spring most likely. But they were still aware of what was happing around them. “sorry Mr gargoyle, I hope you can forgive me for using you as a shield…again,” I muttered as I sat behind it. it was hard to keep myself completely hidden. My height being the main reason. Why on this planet did I have to be one of the tallest people. Why? What reason was there for someone to be over six feet? What reason was there?

A couple more stones landed on the roof. I grumbled to myself and peaked over the wing, trying my best to be as careful as possible.

A rock soared over my head causing me to duck slightly. A small part of me was proud. That was the closest they’d gotten in a long time. After all this had been a weekly routine for a while now. A bit inconvenient when trying to eat. But at least it kept my somewhat self-preservation skills usable.

A small cackle came from down below. I rolled my eyes. If only they were as smart as their egos. Their rich snobbish attitudes had been like this for years.

“is poor goliath too scared to come down?” Jonathan yelled; the noise being muffled by the distance. “sorry! It’s not my fault I’m allergic to social interaction” I hollered back; I peeked back over the wing, slightly thankful for the small heat it gave off the cold winter air biting my exposed skin. Wearing knee length shorts in winter is not advised for a reason. That’s the joy of being a dysfunctional mess such as myself.

Anyways, as I peeked over the first thing, I could see was his obnoxiously blonde hair, it was almost three shades close to white. I would have easily called it fake if it wasn’t for the fact that I hadn’t grown up with him. the blonde hair was held in a ponytail today.

My eyes also caught sight of the two figures standing either side of Jonathan. Both recognisable by the way they looked. the ginger on his left was always known for her seemingly endless collection of silk blue dresses. Each one would have cost my family a year’s worth of food.

Then the boy on his right was a lavante, he had been one of the few to move here. His species are known for the fact their basically living lava, skin ossified by the oxygen. His eyes were pools of red lava. His hair was like living fire. the older they got, the bluer their hair became.

He looked a bit conflicted to what they were doing. He always did. We were mutual friends. He gave a weak smile and waved. To be honest I forgot his name years ago… too late to ask now.

“you’ll come down eventually!” blue dress screeched as she readied to throw a stone in her hand.

“you underestimate my pettiness, I've got food in my pocket, I could stay up here longer that you could down there!" I yelled back; my pettiness was something barely anyone was able to match.

Seeing her pull her arm back to throw, I ducked myself behind the wing one more time. soon one after another, a barrage of rocks was being thrown my way. one sailed over my head; I could feel the air move as it ruffled my hair. It rolled down and landed by my foot. I picked it up and threw it back as possible.

I looked down to my other pocket. reaching in I pulled out a bronze pocket watch. The lid had long since came off, according to my dad it was the day he met my mother. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the story.

 “what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” I sighed in relief as the voice of the father reached my ears; even if the malice in his voice sent small shivers down my spine.

Is wrath being something to fear. They could try anything they wanted. But as soon as the father got involved then they were very much screwed over.

I tuned out the shouting down below me, sitting in a better way that made my lanky legs sigh in relief. I looked into the gargoyles eyes and mouthed a quick thank you.

As the noise went silent, I looked over the wing to see them walking away out the garden and back to whence they came, a wave of ease flooded over me. At least I would be home in time. Hopefully.

I stood up, stretching and listening my bones crack as I did so. Clapping my hands together I turned around and climbed back onto the top of the roof struggling to get a grip as I did so. I shakily stood up, trying to balance myself in hopes I didn’t fall over.

I walked over to the edge of the building, I crouched down and grabbed the rope I had long ago tied to the building. holding on as tight as possible, knuckles going white in the process, I swung my body over the edge. The rope swayed from the motion. I wrapped my legs around the rope, hoping and praying I didn’t mess this up. taking a deep breath, I let slightly let loose of the rope. Gravity swiftly dragging me down, the rope slightly burning my skin in the process.

I quickly held onto the rope tighter as the ground came too close for comfort. it was that moment father Francis turned the corner. I gave a nervous chuckle as my body hung in the air. “what are you doing,” he groaned. “you know, just hanging around,” I responded, getting a smack on the back of the head causing me to spin slightly in the air.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I stood up and rubbed my hands on my shirt, getting rid of the small amounts of dust and mud that clung to them.

He began to walk away, waving for me to follow. I jogged to keep up as best as possible. He didn’t say much anymore. But he was one of the best people in my mind. before he had joined the church, he had been working in the north. He had been one of my inspirations growing up. the stories he told about dragons and monsters he had seen had filled m wonder and desire to see what was beyond here.

People would joke around that the reason he had grey hairs was because of me. I didn’t blame them really. “sorry about that father Francis… again…” I sighed as I averted my gaze. he let out a small chuckle and patted my back, “only a gentle giant like you could hie instead of bashing them in,” he gestured for me to begin moving, “only you goliath.” “why won’t you let that die?” I muttered. he let out another laugh. “I’ll walk you back to your home, make sure you dad knows that they were back again,” there were very few things that could make me shiver, but having my family know about this was one of them. “or, you don’t tell them?” he only gave a deadpanned look in response. I wasn’t getting out of it.

It withing a minuet we were out the garden and onto the streets. The greys and browns of the buildings seemingly blending together in the darkness. we walked in silence turning when needed. The sound of the canal getting closer. brass lamps were lined neatly on each side of the streets. Fireflies the size of a grown adult’s hand laid inside, buzzing away to one another. the people in their homes slowly turning of their lights in hopes of falling asleep. I’d never understood why it was always this time of night that they locked everything up. weather it was a habit or just a bizarre timing factor.

I reached up to my hair and pulled down the bobble keeping my hair up in a simple ponytail. My brown locks dropped down to my sides. I ran my hands through my hair grumbling. I stumbled for second after tripping on a rock. Barely stopping myself from tumbling over.

 The darker and closer we got to my home; the more noises filled the air. Small neon bugs lit up houses and other buildings. Small mice with glowing whiskers would scuttle past us as quickly as possible. The vibrant colours would almost leave a blur in their trail, making them easy to spot in the dark.

Small groups of night birds flocked around piles of litter left by merchants that had been wandering the streets. Nibbling or defending pieces of food, or guarding small shiny things they found on the ground. Like children defending their own things.

So much happened in the night, so much happened and I only get to see a portion of the neon lights, I wished I could have seen more sometimes.

Soon we were out of the main village turning town and making our way down a mud and stone covered path towards the farm.

 Soon enough, but not long enough to gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself. we arrived at a metal gate surrounding what looked like a nearly collapsing house. I stepped forwards and opened the rusty gate, the hinges creaking with the movement. I had been needing to oil them for a while and had been putting it off for around two weeks now.

The house looked barely liveable. The roof looked both old and new in patches. the chimney looked cracked and ready to fall on the house. the porches roof looked close to caving in as well.

But sill it was home. I took a deep breath and made my way forward towards the door. Hoping with every fibre of my being they were all asleep by now for the sake of my sanity.

As I got closer, the porch light flickered before turning on completely and giving off a small hum. A small dread filling up. the light could only be turned on from the inside after all.

I quickly checked the time on the pocket watch. Oh… I was late. Not too late, but just enough that I was going to get chewed out at most.

The door swung open. A figure walked out and stood in the doorframe with an icy glare directed at me. “where have you been?” yeah, I wasn’t going to survive. the figure let out a sigh, “come in, you will have some explaining to do whilst Eric gets you both some tea.” “sorry for being late…again miles,” I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck.

He steppe bac and walked into the house. I let father Francis go in front of me as we made our way inside. I would have taken my shoes of if I had worn them today. I gave a small weak smile to Francis. If it were my dad that we had been greeted with he would have to only stay for five minutes. The twins on the other hand were another story… they had been like this for as long as I could remember. They had always been protective of me. I was sixteen. Yes, it was strange but the reason behind why they were so overprotective is a story for another time.

The entrance was small. Barely able to fit the three of us. Miles made his way up to the first couple steps on the staircase to give more room. I looked to the right; the lights were off witch was probably to save energy. I made my way into the left room. The fireplace warmed up the room, relaxing my body compared to the cold nipping air that was outside.

There was a figure identical to miles, the only difference being their hair partings. They had both their own unique skills, that was one other way to tell their differences.

The cardigan that I was wearing was knitted by Eric. It was at that moment I remembered what was in its pocket. I quickly reached down and pulled out a slightly squashed paper wrapped sandwich and sighed, putting it on the kitchen table that was one wrong move away from losing a leg.

The door at the back of the room shuttered. Looks like it was going to be a long night. the room was slightly crammed, but I didn’t mind that much.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, I looked over to where the twins were arguing silently. miles had his parting on the left, the smaller part was cut off, it was the same for Eric except with his parting on the right. their hair was an inky black. they glanced over in my direction as I took a bite out of my crushed sandwich.

Red and green heterochromia. One eye green, the other a blood red.

“so, what are you two thinking about?” I said before taking another bite. “why we put up with your antics every day,” miles deadpanned at me. “you love me. That’s why,” I grinned as they sighed. “you’re ten minutes late Charlie, where have you been,” a voice forms the entrance. I looked up to see a scruffy looking man and grinned, “hey pops. And I think the pocket watch may be on the fritz again if that’s the case. It says I should be on time.” “either way, may I ask why the father is currently in our home? Again.”

“Jonathan and the other two again, I simply came to make sure she got home safely instead of running off.”

 They began to talk, leaving me to my own devices. The sandwich that had only one or two more bites worth lay on the table. A half-drunk cup of tea next to it.

Standing up and cracking by back, I made my way past the gossips and made my way to the living room. The light now on as dumbass one and two sat on the floor with cards.

Falling on the sofa backwards, the two who were absorbed in their game gave a little squeak and flung back. I let out a chuckle and stared at them with a curious look as the grumbled curses and words that would put sailors to shame.

“so, what has caused you to grace us with your company?” “if you were in the room with those two gossips, you would leave after a while too.”

Eric laughed and reached his hand over to the small wooden table in the middle of the room. “shift over goliath,” Eric muttered pushing me up. I swung my legs from the arm of the sofa and crossed my legs as I felt a pair of hands running down my hair before getting caught in a knot.

“I swear your hair is worse than ours on a good day,” he groaned before he began to brush my hair. “you do know I could do this on my own, right?” I said. “yeah, but it’s not like I’ve got much else to do in the first place.”

It was another fifteen minutes before I heard the noise in the kitchen slowly rise into the room. the three of us looked between one another with concern. They hadn’t fought before as far as we knew.

“she can’t know!” the voice I could clearly tell was my dad yelled. “she needs to know sooner or later, the sooner the better.”

I stood up from the sofa and slipped into the hall and peaked my head into the room. I could see my father’s face, eyebrows knitted together and eyes glaring at the father. His knuckled white from gripping the cup.

“look, I get why you don’t want to. But all your doing is speeding up the inevitable.” “I know… I’ll tell her soon. I promise.”

I walked into the room and locked gaze with my dad, “or you could tell me now instead of hiding it.”

“how much did you hear,” his face paled. “enough.”

#three book project #my side of the bet pt 1 #ill try and get a fanfiction written for wednesday #otherwise it will most likely be chapter 2 #origional stroy #unlocked kurbose #charlie scarlet #miles scarlet #father francis #eric scarlet #origional charachters! #not the book im planning now #i hope you enjoy!

[mother-snake]

a tale of three myths- :D

if you would like updates, and to keep up with the origional story ‘once upon an attic’ then follow me @ataleofthreemyths and keep up to date with whats going on.

i will of course most likely need help with whatever im wiriting at the time. a list of extra things you will find as we go along the way: -charachter sheets -small pictures and doodles of the carachters -maybe more if i can think of anything!

so if you like fantasy and adventure with a slice of a love story and a dash of mystery! then this maybe a story or you! in the long run, id like to make this a series. so any support can take this a long way. i will keep the fanfictions going of course and will be posting the chapters here aswell via links.

i hope you have a wonderful day! -a very busy snek.

#story help #a tale of three myths #once upon an attic #origional stroy #origional charachters #i hope you guys are ready for the horrible thing that will be my story! :D

[m1lkygh0st]

this is the cutest doodle I’ve ever done of Verval ever in my life i love her so much

#Verval #Verval Madregan #OC’s #doodles #sketch #art #my art #traditional art #origional art #origional charachter #doodling #drawing #i love her #Shes not dead shes just? #Basically a fallou ghoul but not a fallout ghoul #zombie ish #not a zombie

[m1lkygh0st]

I should PROBABLY figure out my OC’s and redesign them considering half of them are old as balls

and maybe a back story

#Oc stuff #oc #origional charachter #charachter development #txt #rant #im probably gonna post a post abt all of them along with some #like #headshots i guess

[mother-snake]

i kind of want to put the sides into a fantasy world ive created for a story but im not sure how i would do it. if it would be a complete different story or just keep it parralel with the origional but i just swap the charachters.

[mother-snake]

once upon an attic(i need some help)

hello, as some know. i like writting some origional stories and as of right now ive got one in the works called ‘once upon an attic’. and i dont know how to link certain scenes... so im hoping that some ppl maybe able to help.

i need my charachter to meet a kitty. but as of right now they are sitting in a classroom. how do i make them get outside to progress the story the way im hoping it does? (this is the hardest part of any bloody story. fuck writting the opening scene of any story, i am legit empressed/jealous by people who find it easy)

this story will most likly end up here before i go over an revisit and sort out the chapters. thats a pain in the ass i will deal with in the future -_-’

-a snek in need of a hand or two. ^-^

#story help #anything could work #i have two ideas but neither work the way i like #super hyped to start putting them up here!

[mother-snake]

dw just me ranting

no need to read this. just best to get it somewhere i guess?

i want to keep writting my origional story i started back at the beginning of the year. its a slow work in progress. i have all the ideas for continuing it... but its getting those ideas togteher and written down.

i can spend upto an hour or two writting a day for a week on the story then i just stop. not becuase i dont have any ideas. i just dont know what to do next for a scene. then it will be a month later and i will realise that i could continue on. eg. ive got a scene right now thats an added chapter. i want to make it at least a couple possibly just one or two thousand words ish but i cant get past the first page of it. and its the same for the rest of the story. especialy now im going back and cutting out charachters and completely re-doing every other scene and will most likely be adding more chapters than what ive written now.

i wnat to do it, ive got the motivation. i just dont know how i guess? if anyone has read this and they know what im getting at, do you have any ideas on solving my sort of writers block? i would like to get a bit more done this year before my prelims start. as my goal for the end of the year is 30k words and im not far off it! i just need to get out of this loop im stuck in. or sould i scrap the story all together?

#rant post #story struggle #writers block #writers block does love me. dosent it? #AAAAAAA