#origonal work

[frogyjones-art]

Here's an alt version of "Velvet"

#art #my art #digital art #deer art #artist of tumblr #artist on tumblr #origonal art #origonal work

[pool-floatie]

Tall Tales Part 1.

Ok: to premise, this is my first ever work that I have posted, ive reread it a billion times anxiously and im finally gonna post it, dont have any art of the characters rn, use your ⭐imagination⭐ and or self insert 😏👍

The relationship can be taken romantically or platonically at this point, but it will have romance later on.

Here we go!

Avril unknowingly wanders off the path , as the trailmarkers are unclear and it is fairly new, they follow a straight clearing of trees, taking a left, walking for about a mile and going in a few circles.... and finally realise that they are lost. "noooo... .shit.."

They stay put, not knowing where to go and begin to call out to anything around them....

"Helloooooo!!!!!" they bellowed

"Im lost can anyone hear me !!!!"

Silence.....

That is until the slow rythm of the shaking ground became apparent, they looked around, fearing that an earthquake or rockslide would be their next challenge. Unable to pinpoint the source, Avril sprinted to the middle of the clearing, knowing they would be safer from falling objects.

The shaking persists, becoming louder, the pauses between make them wonder what the hell would make this sort of noise... None of their guesses were correct.

.

.

.

While wandering the forest, Jace senses something peculiar in the air, a scent he hadnt smelled in a while...

He approached the source, seeing a clearing, and right in the center. . .

Was that a human ? Jace smiled to himself, heheh, this would be fun~

Jace attempts to be lightfooted, it seems to have worked, in a way, as the human cannot tell where the massive tremors originate, it looks around jolting its head back and forth- Jace steps out of his hiding spot behind the thick foliage, revealing himself to the tiny being who is speechless at the sight of him. Crouching down and idly resting his chin in his hands, Jace takes in it's delightful look of shock and disbelief.

Avril stumbles backwards, attempting to fully take in the impossible sight before them. unable to form coherent thought, let alone words, avril can only stand there, eyes torn open, mouth agape and stuttering half-formed words.

Jace l o v e s this feeling, that look on the poor humans little face ~ mmm, he wishes he could savor it forever.

" Hello there ~" taunts the giant,

"what might you be doing wandering around here ?"

After a moments pause, trying to gather themself, the human speaks up.

"I-i-ii-im lo - lost , the- the tra-ail -"

"-Ohhhh, I see. And you managed to find yourself in my territory! How unfortunate for you~"

Avril pales, not sure what this giant was insinuating, but considering the dark tone he dropped into, they were sure that it was nothing good.

Jaces reaches a hand down, grabbing for the human.

Naturally, Avril attempts to run the fuck away, but they are promptly sprawled out on the ground by a massive hand s l a p p i n g down onto them.

Avril cries out, both from pain and fear as talon-like fingers wrap around their fragile form.

They are hoisted up quickly and flipped over onto the palm of Jaces hand.

Avril attempts to steady themself on the unfamilliar surface, their weak and pained body is assisted by adrenaline, they scramble to get off this thing and run as far away as possible, almost jumping from the surface until they realise the horrific height they have ascended to. Avril backs away slowly, sitting down and hugging their knees. Jace curls his fingers behind their back, making sure they dont fall or try to jump off again.

Avril pants and coughs from the dirt they inhaled during their capture, and Jace eyes them with curiosity.

"Whered' you come from?"

They gasp for a moment more, trying to get their bearings , Jace waits patiently

" a, um , a cam- campground" avril stutters, their bodys tremors match their voice.

With this question, Avril held hope, maybe the giant woud be taking them back?

"Mhm- and what is your name?"

"Av-ril?"

"Ohhh, that is so cute! im going to call you Av for short~"

Oh joy, nicknames.

"Well, my name is Jace." He stated simply

"Jace...?" Av spoke up nervously

"Hmm?"

"W-w what , why,. or-or .u-um"

They had so many questions, all equally terrifying to ask to an 80 ft tall being that literally had your life in its hands

Av took a breath, tremors still shaking their body " Are y- you going to- to let me go... ?" they asked with a slight glimmer of hope

Jace snickers, "let you go? Aw, now why would I want to do that? No darling your stuck with me."Jace teased.

-At least he wasnt mad I asked,,-Av thought, trying to keep a little hope so they didnt start spiraling.

"Av, I cant say I've had the pleasure to meet one of your kind before" jace said with curiosoty

"o- oh, um, same?"

"haha! Well im sure you havent! You humans are quite interesting, but I havent ever been able to get a good look at you before~"

Jaces other hand neared the human, they squeaked,backed up a bit, then, realising they could fall to their death, decided to maybe not do that and curled back into a ball instead.

Jace pinched av's arm between his fingers, not taking too much care to be gentle. Av clenched up, unsure what the behemoth wanted with them, what if he was going to tear their arm off! He could rip Avril limb from limb without breaking a sweat! Maybe he wanted to see how much meat they had on their bones.... See if they were even worth eating.

Jace could feel its tiny, tiny fingers between his huge ones, ahh, that is just too cute! His fingers slide up its arm, so little and squishy~ its cute little face was tragically covered up as it curled into itself. Jace then noticed the humans shaking , his mouth made an 'O' shape realising he may be hurting it. . . he released its arm, which was immediately pulled into the shaking ball.

"whups, you alright tiny? "

After a few seconds of no response

Jace poked it, eliciting a surprised squeak.

"What are you doing all huddled up like that ?"

Still no response came from the shivering mass

"Hmmm. . . "

Jace shifted his hand, causing the ball of human to roll for a second, letting out a short scream as it unfurled. Jace was happy to see it's little face again, it was still shaking but at least he wasnt being ignored.

He hummed in thought before pivoting in the other direction, away from avrils last connection to the human world.

#g/t #giant/tiny #my art #micro/macro #origonal work #giant #tiny #g/t fearplay #hurt/comfort #origonal character

[ladydenkiart]

OC Al Paterson dit Black Hat

#origonal work #original creation #original character #oc character #lady denki #my art #digital art #drawing #illustration #comics #art #digital color #oc #oc art #western #cowboy #bounty hunter #bad man #bad guy #rpg character

[disabled-dean]

hi hello i need to know more about The Last Great American Cowboys 👀👀

Hiiiiii Jenna 💕 (and hiiiii Taylor cuz you asked about this too!)

The Last Great American Cowboys is a poetry & prose chapbook I'm working on about my experience working with my great aunts on their ranch. They are 90 years old and have led literally thee most incredible lives. And now they live in an ambiguous platonic partnership on an unproductive horse ranch in the mountains. I have so so many stories about them (and would love to share more from the collection) but I am late to a meeting and then a cute little procedure!! So I'm just gonna start with the series of poems that got me writing again after five years.

More under the cut and tw for horse death (I got horse death poem three published in a zine last year along with the illustration, Snowfall)

horse death poem one

a horse falls in the barn outside 

there's nothing to do but go inside and wait 

for the man to come with the heavy tools to bury her.

she has fallen in such a way

that it will be difficult to move her

halfway in and out of the barn, 

on the crusted snow that has fallen 

off the roof.

if she dies in the stall, 

it will be ugly. 

her open eyes are glazed

her body frozen. 

not upright. 

not taking nourishment.

her paddock-mate, 

a handsome red gelding, 

runs frantic circles 

in the pen beside her.

(Horses apparently can become very attached to one another)

Pat says, these ones in particular.

we cover her in an electric blanket. 

there is nothing to do but wait.

we go inside. 

Pat practices the music

for her upcoming concert.

60 years in the Yakima Symphony 

first chair violin.

Micki starts to take 

the ornaments down

from the Christmas tree.

The orange barn cat 

sneaks inside 

as she's taking the wreath 

down from the door.

I make bacon at the stove. 

we spend 

several minutes of lively 

debate

trying to tell if it has turned.

Micki says,

"With the things we do and the things we eat, we should be dead by now." and they both laugh.

they tell me a story about getting lost in town the day before, trying to find their hairdresser.

we debate 

trying to move

the horse before the man 

comes- the first foal 

born on this ranch when they moved 

from California

33 years ago.

Outside,

she is lying in the sun.

Micki says,

"There's something very sad about putting Christmas away.”

horse death poem two 

we go out to the barn 

with shovels and pick axes

and try to chip 

her frozen hind quarters 

free from the ice.

kneeling in snow 

and frozen manure.

The orange cat watches solemnly from the stall door.

A long, orange extension cord

is run from the house to power a small, purple hair dryer.

The man has not come.

horse death poem three

The next day a vet comes 

with a long silver needle 

and we stand around in the snow, 

talking about the small,

painted colt 

with the hole in her heart

Who -29 years ago- 

wasn’t supposed to make it

through the night

(Sorry tumblr fucked with the spacing and I am too late to fix it!!!)

#poetry #origonal work #the last great american cowboys #oh no I am going to cry life and death is beautiful

[meadowofbluebells]

Exams are done, so I got to write!!

This is the first bit I have written for a story idea that has been bouncing around in my head the last couple of weeks. It was a very quick writing session to get me back in the swing of things, so it's not very polished, but it was fun to finally have anything written down. Without further ado:

“I can leave you alone if you’d prefer it.”

There was a pause, the words hanging in the air for a moment as they stared at each other in the darkness. Then Claudia sniffled, her hand dragging across her damp face. “No.” The blankets rustled as she shuffled to make room. “I want you here.”

Muriel made her way towards the bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush rug. Once she reached the edge, she tugged off her dressing coat and hung it over the end of the bed frame. Her fingers trailed across the blanket as she crawled into the bed. Her hair splayed across the pillow as she laid down. For a moment, there was silence as the two of them grew accustomed to the sounds of each other’s breath. Slowly, Muriel reached forward, blindly brushing her fingers across Claudia’s cheekbones until her thumb brushed under her damp eye. 

“I didn’t mean to cry.” The words were whispered shakily.

“It’s ok to cry.”

“I’m an adult.”

“People don’t stop feeling when they reach maturity.”

Claudia sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as Muriel’s thumb stroked across her cheek. 

“I thought he’d be with me forever.” She drew closer, her head coming to rest under Muriel’s chin. “I thought he’d understand.”

“It’s not your fault, Claudia.”

Claudia snorted. “It kind of is, though. I’m the one who’s different.”

Muriel stroked her fingers through Claudia’s curly locks. “You are true to yourself, there’s nothing wrong with that.” She placed a soft kiss on Claudia’s forehead. “You were the one that taught me that.” 

“I miss him.” Claudia’s hands gripped her nightgown, her fingers shaking as they clung to the white fabric. “It hurts.”

“I know.” 

She sniffled. “I’m so tired.” Muriel hummed her acknowledgement, gently tugging the blankets up and across Claudia’s shoulders. Slowly, she felt the grip on her nightgown relax. Just as her own eyes were growing heavy, she heard a soft whisper. “Stay, please?”

Muriel shuffled closer, cloaking herself in Claudia’s warmth. “Always.”

#writing #creative writing #writblr #female writers #origonal work #original writing #writeblr

[ahopefulpessimistt]

Is it the fear of failure that has restrained me from achieving the dream that helps me sleep peacefully?

Or is it the woman in the next room waiting to wake me up?

#entry #blog post #writing #writer #prose #words #origonal work #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #mommy issues #mother #mother wound #toxic mother

[darkradar01]

These my original characters for a game called Tokyo Afterschool Summoners from Lifewonders.

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #origonal work #original character #oc artwork #character concept #jrpg #lgbtq #pride month #furries

[cran-b-art]

Ta'mar translation examples

Princess Mononoke intro. this was pretty easy to translate as much of the Ta'mar lexicon is already built around myths and legends revolving around spirits and nature

Classic Star Wars quote

I had to change around the words as some of the meanings would not have translated in the original phrasing

#constructed script #conlang #origonal work #sorry for not posting in forever! #If people are interested I'll be posting a lot more Ta'mar stuff soon! #ta'mar

[3eyezmug]

MY OC WORM! ORIGONAL DO NOT STEAL!!! inspo @barbieboooze its a au where their oc wormie is my ORIGONAL oc worms evil twin because wormie is a physco whore worm was kept hidden away in a closset! Like a little a little gay boy!!!😭🌈 but when pride mounth fomes they are free for a mounth!!! #pridemascot anywho! Theyre shy and love anime and fashion and are not like other boys!!!! Ppl pick on em and throw ranch on em and make fun of them UNU but its okay bc their slay 💅MY OC DONT STEAL OR ELSE ILL CANCEL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#bugsnax #origonal work #origonal character #dont steal #ice age #sid the sloth #iceage oc #dyslexic #pride #pride mascot #wormie #bugsnax fanart #bugsnax fandom #discord #bugsnax meme #autistic

[pyxilate]

Yeah, I made this up

Whatcha gonna do about it

(If this already exists, i don't care this is a good idea and I'm keeping it)

#phoenix #mythical creatures #anime #anime art #original character #original art #mouse art #manga art #origonal work

[mellea-art-home]

Left: Chiyo, Vampire-Elf, Oracle (She/her)

Right: Seriphim, Aasimar-human, Paladin, (They/them)

#traditional art #origonal work #ink art #origional character #lgbtq #rpg #rpg characters #vampire art #aasimar

[andromeda-atmosphere]

Another cringe badly written poem

/

/

Blade of love

the blade of our love is sharp and destructive

you used it as a weapon like it meant nothing

used on yourself until you turned on me

cut me to peices and left me to bleed

/

our blade of love dosen't feel so nice

our blade of love won't protect us through the night

our blade of love is fading dull

that blade of love can't hurt me anymore

#oc poetry #poem #poems #poetry #poets and writers #my poem #original poetry #origonal work #poet #poets corner

[frogyjones-art]

Self idolizing

#this project took so long lol #art #my art #origonal art #origonal work #digital piece #digital art #digital painting #self image #portrait #artist on tumblr #artist of tumblr

[ladydenkiart]

#lady denki #origonal work #original character #japanese folklore #digital art #digital color #japanese #kitsune #japan culture #my artwork #my art #art #manga style #manga

[feelit4005]

"I am shot" 

rushes from my mouth spills out onto these cold cold floors thick, and staining, like it's my blood or something 

It is fresh and warm, steam hisses 

shoots up as it batters the white stone

an unending, unrelenting gush of life pumped from the infinite pool

- F.B

#humanity #indomitable human spirit #poetry #writing #origonal art #origonal work #origonal writing

[pennydontwannabeahero]

Just a Hero, 4 years of work and an teaser of its opening

Pre ramble, I've been working on a world to set my stories in for about 4 years now, in that time ive done alot of details that im slowly noting down, ive made literal hundreds of characters many of them background with to much detail, and during it all ive also been planning a bunch of diffrent stories, and recently ive even started writing the first of them, im about 10 pages of a likely 50+ down, but due to a lacking social media presence ive not been able to get others thoughts on the story, so having recently made tumbler i figured i should try sharing it on here and seeing if i can acctual build a following for it, thank you to anyone who interacts with this cause its a big ass project and i want to go beyond just something ive written, even if its just a couple people. Ramble over and quick warning the story is written with a target age of 16 to 18+, its got swearing, light nudity, sex reference, substance abuse, violence, mild gore, and honestly alot of other stuff im probobly forgetting, theres little to none of these in the following excerpt just its worth giving for future warning beyond this is the opening to Just A Hero, thanks again to anyone that reads and im sorry for any formatting or spelling issues its copy pasted off the google doc i write it in

The world of Astera has many stories. Some about monsters, Some about gods, Some about kings, Some about villains and some about heroes and this one is about a hero, Technically.

The great steam city of Hektalia floating above the Eidelon plains was often noted for its mighty   steam and clockwork machines, It was also known for legendary adventurers dressed in fine clothes and augmented with polished brass prosthetics and intricate transforming weapons. However there was something far more infamous from Hektalia. Its thieves and on this night through clear skies one runs down a street chased by a middle aged gentleman. Darting between the crowds of reveling drunkards a small girl no older than 6, She has short messy black hair with red highlights and atop her head a pair of fox ears as opposed to normal human ones, She wears a tattered black dress with some red adornments and from her lower hip comes four black fox tails, Her left forearm is in a badly made cast and sling, Her boots are light, Dirty and damp from where she ran through puddles, Across her shoulder a worn strap that leads to a satchel that klinks slightly from the objects inside it. From behind her shouts a commanding voice.

“STOP THIEF, PICKPOCKET.” The drunks don’t do much despite the shouts though a few accidentally get in the way of the gentleman bumping into him and breaking his line of sight of the girl. As it was with Hektalia if something was stolen no one much cared who owned it, Just who was more skilled in keeping it and to drunkards in this part of town a rich man didn’t need to keep it, After all he could always buy more.

Despite that the chase continued into back alleys away from the lights of the street, Small vents of steam make the ground damp and humid and tricky to see. The girl slips around corners doing her best to lose her pursuer. She ducks around one last corner into a dead end but with no sign of the man behind her she takes a breath and leans against the wall opening her stachel to examine what she stole. A wallet containing a few hundred shards, An ID card that she tossed away, A worn photo of what seemed to be the owner's family that she tossed onto the floor and ground into the dirt with her heel while scowling and a VIP card for the Hektalian servants market this too she tossed away. On top of the shards the wallet made of fine Astilian leather would sell for a couple hundred more enough to buy one of the nice burgers from the Byzantium style diner in the entertainment district. She put the wallet back in her satchel and pulled out the rest of her loot, A ring made of silver with a flawless ruby encrusted into it. This she slipped onto her finger despite its value. She liked red things and preferred to keep them. Lastly was the watch a golden and brass master work, The skeletal design showed the beauty of the clockwork that ticked and tocked in an almost relaxing way tracking the seconds that were passing in an ever moving world. Such things sold for a good number of shards, This one though seemed special the girl observed that it only tracked seconds not minutes or hours nor days or months just seconds ever passing. Her head tilted to stare deep into the clockwork distracted by the beautiful metal that reflected her red and light blue heterochromic eyes .

“Ah found you, You little thief.” The voice of the man she had stolen from who was now standing in the entrance to the alley. The girl almost jumped while tightening her grip on the watch before thrusting it back into her satchel and backing off deeper into the dead end.

“There’s no running any more you little brat, Give me back my things and I won’t call the police.” He held his hand out while looking down at her. In a gut reaction she tightened her grip on her satchel. She had defended her prize before but only against other children, Never an adult.

The man’s eyes locked with her own and he offered a soft false smile.

“You can keep the cheap jewelry and money, Just give me back my watch and I’ll let you go.” His voice was far softer now and the girl recognised the trick. Other adults had tried it to sound soft to make her feel safer than she was. She glanced around and saw an external staircase on the side of one of the buildings. Far too high up to reach for most people but she had a plan.

“Fine.” She looked down at the floor as she walked forwards slowly. Reaching into her satchel she pulled the watch out holding it tight in her fist.

“Stupid kid.” The man lunged for her and she swung her arm partly opening her hand to toss the dirt she had taken from her satchel into his eyes while dodging to the side. In the same motion as he fell to the floor she jumped up onto his back and from there with a deep breath she leaped up to the staircase jumping much higher than a normal person. She had always had an easy time jumping and leaping, Even falling as she didn’t feel the impact, Always landing softly no matter what, Though she never knew why it was a very useful ability.

“Damn it where did you go you little shit?” The man rubbed the dirt out of his eyes and looked around, Unable to spot her.

“I’m up here dummy!” The girl waved down as she danced around on the steps giggling at him.

“When I catch you I’m going to wring your dirty little neck, You filthy little piece of vermin waste.” He growled at her and began to run around to the entrance of the building.

“Good luck with that, Run run run as fast as you can old man, I may not be made of gingerbread but you’ll never catch me.” She called out as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop running along the rooves before jumping back down into the street and climbing through a window into the orphanage she called home.

“Been sneaking out again have you? You know if you keep doing silly things your arm is never going to heal.” The voice of a young woman was a comforting thing for her. The assistant matron, A nice lady who did her best to look after all the children there.

#writers #women writers #female writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #origonal work #original character #fmlispent4yearsdesigningaworldandcharacters #amature writer