sooooo I’m gonna write now-
ik for a fact many other people have probably already written something like what I want to but I can’t for the LIFE of me find one single person that has so if you see anyone that has written something like what I will eventually post
TAG THEM FOR ME
I will 100% give them credit. I also started writing something like it on my old blog but I don’t remember if I ever posted it or not so yeah-
When I write the first part fully, I will put it here:
“Not Where I’m Supposed To Be…” (not yet posted obviously)
if you want to be tagged in it lmk and I’ll make a list but obviously you don’t have to be
If you want to know what it will be about, ill put a summary about what it’ll be under what should be a cut (if it doesn’t show “keep reading”, just skip the rest of it) so yeah- It’s basically gonna be a giant self-insert-ish fanfic that I turn into a series cus it’s gonna be several parts long
if you DONT want to read an actual book-style summary, continue on <3
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Nia Grey was completely and entirely average. If someone were to describe the “average” girl, they would check almost every box that Nia lands in.
Grades? As and Bs.
Languages spoken? Just one, English.
Height? 5’ 5” (165.1 cm)
Even her looks (as far as physical traits) were average. Brown hair that used to be lighter but eventually got darker, hazel eyes (not as average, but still common), and pale skin that gets burned easily.
There’s one thing that she likes to have pride in, however: her mind. She has an incredibly high level of creativity and an active imagination when it comes to her daydreams. The stories she tells captivate all who hear them.
Lately, small bits and pieces of her stories inspired by her favorite books and shows have been coming true.
What happens when her entire world gets flipped upside down, going from entirely average to entirely insane, after a story-telling session on the night of a strange super-moon?
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The Hunter
Warnings: open ending, possible character death. Not nsfw, but mdni.
Characters: unnamed OFC, unnamed OMC, unspecified monster.
A/N: I wanted to post this a while ago but didn't get to it until now. This is the one shortstory from the creative writing course I'm not planning to continue. The task was to show a character's character trait in a situation, well and this took a darker, scary-ish turn.
Word count: ~700
Enjoy ❤🌸
The Hunter
It is a day like any other. The men had returned from their work out in the fields and forest, hungry and exhausted, in need of a hearty meal and ale to quench their thirst. So the tavern was quite busy. The dimly lit room smells of sweat and ale, fire and roast meats. It’s loud, voices mingling to an incomprehensible chatter. I pick up bits and pieces now and then, but it’s not the usual gossip. They all talk about a hooded stranger they saw on the road. I try listening more, but there is too much work to be done.
But the moment he enters the tavern, I can’t take my eyes off him. There is something so intriguing about the way he carries himself, and the weapons on his back. I try listening in on his conversation with the barkeep, but my attention has to be on the other patrons as well. There were mutters. “We don’t want his kind here.” Some even worse.
Still, I keep my eyes on him, trying to get a better look at him, this monster hunter. I hear his voice, too, through the murmur of the tavern. A deep voice, almost a growl. Scary. Intriguing. He’s asking something about a contract, recent attacks, but before I can hear more, another tray is placed in my hands and I’m sent off to serve another round of ale to the patrons. Once I return to the bar, the hunter is gone. I hear the creaking of the tavern’s door and look over, just in time to see the hooded stranger leave.
I frown, and without thinking for longer than a split second, I put the tray down on the bar, take off my apron and hurry after him.
Damn, he’s quick.
He had already started walking towards the forest. The sun was already beginning to set. A cool gust of wind announces the end of summer.
I follow the stranger. I couldn’t help it. I know it was dangerous; he was, and so was his profession. But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To see a monster hunter at work. And I am not going to miss out on it. So I follow the hunter, quietly and keeping my distance. I don’t want him to catch me. Deeper and deeper into the forest. It’s dark by now. I know I should turn back. But I can’t . But I have to see this.
The hunter suddenly stops and crouches down. He looks around and I dash behind a tree to hide.
I hope he didn’t see me.
I watch him as he leaves the path and heads even deeper into the thick forest, following the traces of the beast. And I follow him.
Turn back! Turn back before it’s too late!
But I don’t. I need to see this!
The full moon stands high, its light breaking through the thick roof of leaves occasionally.
The beast’s lair must be close, the hunter draws his weapon. A silver glint in the darkness. I hold my breath in anticipation. Now… This would be it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since I first learned about the existence of these monsters and the hunters.
A growl. A snapping of a branch. A scream. My own!
I feel the beast’s claws dig into my skin, I hear its jaws snap close right by my ear, smell the stench of its maw. I scream again. Fear and pain, and a voice in my head telling me I should have turned back when I had the chance. But you had to see it, stupid girl.
Then, a shout, and the unmistakable slashing of a blade through air. The beast yelps and I feel it let off my body. I gasp for air. Another shout and slash of the blade, and the beast lets out a final, bloodcurdling scream, before it collapses on the ground with a thud.
I see the hunter’s face, blurred, as he leans over me. I feel his hands. It stings when he applies pressure to my wounds.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters, it sounds far away, before my world goes black.
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Some first attempts at drawing Light and Dark from Orion and the Dark. Also a fan character named Twilight, who handles the transition between night and day. So, dawn and dusk, though for her it's like painting. She's a bit younger than Dark and Light, given that it took a bit for that sort of thing to actually take place, like you'd probably need actual planets and horizons for there to be a dawn and dusk.
But, well, even though this 'kid' is about as old as the occurrence of a sunset and a sunrise, Dark and Light still think of her as a younger sister. Doesn't help that she's smaller than they are. Helps with getting from zero to 100 when flying, she's easily the zippiest out of the three of them, but yep. Both Dark and Light seeing this one pop up in the pre-Cambrian age and its like, omg tiny, she's TINY...
And yeah, Twilight totally climbing all over her big brothers like a glowey little monkey. Dark loves it and is pretty tactile in return, though keeping night underway takes up a lot of his time, especially with other entities that rely on him to do their jobs. Though Twilight does start wearing a hoodie ensemble similar to his robe and oh boy there went his emotions because it's clear she's trying to emulate him...
Light is less able to be climbed on but he enjoys talking with and having one on one time with Twilight, more of the type to want to build up the kid in other ways and provide guidance. He's also the one that tends to be the most intuitive, easily reading when Twilight maybe isn't doing her best or needs someone to talk to for a bit. Again though, responsibilities. He's gotta be moving as much as Dark has to be.
So they kinda cooperate as best they can when it comes to Twilight and keeping things in balance. Seems to go well, at least until the boys start arguing more often than usual...
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starting off 2023 with a bang! stuff from my series The Magician’s Protegee from 2021 🐸🩺 TMP tells the a story about the life of an android doctor, Lee, and his adoptive daughter Iris, and their other ragtag android and human friends, set in an idyllic future.
Animation was not a skill that came easy to me in art school. While everyone else started to excel at this skill, I’d still be learning how to hold the reins. It’s something I beat myself up over in school a lot.
These were done in 2021 for a school project, left unfinished, and I wasn’t exactly proud to share unfinished work like this at that time. 2021 isn’t long ago enough to elicit nostalgia per se, but upon unearthing these animations, I was overcome with joy - I was reminded of how much fun I had bringing these characters to life by taking a more narrative approach. I struggle a lot at sequential art and telling stories, so a lot of my work tends to be more illustrative, but over the years I’ve regretted not exploring character interaction and storytelling in my art more. these animations remind me that, I don’t have to necessarily be good at a skill to enjoy doing or just trying it. for me to come this far is truly a feat. 2023 will be year of the oc!!!!!
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