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mitchell-nihil · 6 months
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Writeblr intro!
Hello! I go by Nihil, I've been here for about three months, and I'm redoing my writeblr intro since my first one just isn't what I wanted it to be.
About My Writing
Okay, disclaimer, I'm not a novel writer! The stuff I do write is planning and scripts for comics I am planning on making.
My absolute favourite genre is superpowers, specifically mixed with action. This is probably why I've felt more drawn to comics as it's a vastly more popular genre than it is in written works.
I currently only have two WIP, both original stories. My favourite of the two is the aforementioned golden duo for me, superpowers and action. The others a fantasy-mystery-romance kinda thing.
About Me
I'm 17, from Canada. I've been writing since I realised it was something that people did and that books didn't just spawn out of the ether. Big on Japanese media, manga's and anime and the likes. Favourite anime are Licoris Recoil, Buddy Daddies and No.6, and favourite manga is Chainsaw Man.
My WIPs!
Blue Cataclysm
"Eramos Varma, the halfling son of an important religious figure among humans, and Cyrus, a halfling spy working for elves, meet through a kidnapping and get wrapped up in the investigation of a cult threatening them both."
You'll see a lot of art for this, since I'm trying to actually prepare to make the damn thing. Era is the guy I post that is freakishly tall and has dark blue hair, and Cyrus is the one thats kinda buff and has short, white-blond hair (not to be confused with Nat, the one with long white hair).
The Pandora Program
"The Pandora Program is a project run by the government to help juvenile criminals, among the small percent of the population with special powers, take time off their jail sentences by doing dirty work for the government. Varen Voclain is an interesting recent addition to this program, charged with multiple counts of terrorism, murder and assault after trying to go out for lunch with his mother."
Varen and Nathair, or Nat, are the main characters, but really there's five. Varen is a red-head and has a big scar across his nose bridge, Nat has long white hair and wears a face mask. Atlas is the one with brown hair and forearm crutches, Stelle is the short blonde one with the black hoodie and Charlotte has purple hair and six arms.
These always end up longer than I want them to be, but I figured it'd be useful to show some art as well since that's half my blog.
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Cyrus
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Era
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Stelle :)
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Varen but you can't really tell it's him
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Era again, but in a different style than the other drawings.
thanks for reading this far :)
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fesenmoon · 1 year
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no fucking way
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thefantastician · 1 year
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is this relatable to everyone or just me
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somerandomdudelmao · 2 months
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Let me show you one of my original concepts :>
Because. Why not haha👍
Characters refs Masterpost
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7roaches · 7 months
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sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea
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violent138 · 24 days
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Damian: "Red Hood has a pretty severe concussion. What do I do?"
Tim: "Extraction's still ten minutes out, just keep him talking."
Damian, urgently pressing the comm: "I don't want to talk to him, he's even more insufferable than usual."
Jason, lying on the ground, eyes closed: "That's funny Junior, because head trauma's the only thing that makes you bearable."
Damian, to Tim: "I'm leaving. It won't be the first time we've had a closed casket."
Tim, groaning disgustedly: "Robin--ugh, seriously, just stay there and keep him awake."
Damian, seething even more when he sees Jason's smirk: "Fine."
Jason, cracking open one eye: "Aww, are you concerned about me?"
Damian: "Shut up. The only thing I'm concerned about is our family's reputation after your public wipeout on that stupid motorcycle."
Jason:
Damian: "Are you still awake?" *kicks him* "Todd?"
Jason, grinning: "You said our family."
Damian, furious: "I didn't. You've lost more brain cells than you could afford."
Jason: "Wait 'till Tim hears, I think he'll want a group hug. Bruce is probably going to get emotionally constipated. Dickie would probably cry--"
Damian, panicking as he hears the Batmobile get closer: "Stop. Do not tell him--"
Jason: "You better erase every single fucking video of me crashing then."
Damian: "You have a deal."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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The musical episode.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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mod2amaryllis · 2 years
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parts 1-2
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xiewho · 1 month
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i hope you dont wanna come down any time soon haha
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qiinamii · 10 months
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You gave Xiao your heart.
He thought it was a spar invite.
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ladybeug · 1 year
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I drew the same comic twice because I didn't think the first one was funny enough. I don't know if the second comic is funnier though??
Here's both of them
Side by side because i couldn't decide which one to put first - knowing the punchline changes the experience?? pick your adventure. read either one first.
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which ones funnier i honestly can't tell
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felixfeliccis · 3 months
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I'll be fine
Btw I'm referring to this tweet
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thevoidstaredback · 19 days
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It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?
Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.
Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.
"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.
Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.
Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.
"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"
Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"
The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."
Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"
Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"
Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."
"Billy."
"No last name?"
"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"
He had to give it to him. "Touché."
Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.
The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.
"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"
Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."
The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.
Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."
"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"
Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"
The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"
The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.
"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.
"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.
"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"
"Magic."
"I guessed that much."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Will you teach me?"
"No."
"You didn't even think about it!"
"Okay," He paused. "No."
"Not fair." he pouted.
Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."
Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"
Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."
"Why not!"
"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."
"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.
Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."
Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"
The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.
"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."
Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"
Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"
He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."
Part 2 Part 4
(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)
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ideligo · 4 months
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Gender? I hardly know ‘er- *my bones disintegrate*
Of course i know how to format a comic who do you think i am???.?..??
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sleepire · 5 months
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"It don't bite" YES IT DO.
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little-pondhead · 6 months
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[sorry for the tiny text!!]
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Danny: Wait, how did you learn to do that???
Fright Knight: *violent flashbacks to Clockwork's Sailor Moon era*
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