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I drew my ocs :) aniz and vi’ya


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me: makes each description of a character be different when given by a different character

also me, who definitely just forgot how I described them earlier: it's about the perspective


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hey sorry for the radio silence! I'm back though!


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herobrined

i go on waterfall, I see positivity, im very happy to be here


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rave asked:

fight scene is cool! action music started playing in my head by itself after the first paragraph so that's cool! however the arteries description turned me off a bit

yay thanks so much for the feedback!! that's the exact part where I was wondering if it was too much actually so I guess I'm not the only one


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who's willing to read one of my fight scenes and lmk if it's any good

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here it goes....

“No, you most certainly did not ever tell me that, Tal!” Yuliy cried out. His horse whinnied.

“It was an accident! I only found out because—” Talfryn tried to explain, but then a twig snapped underneath a boot somewhere nearby, and he fell silent. Yuliy must’ve heard it too because he was already reaching for his bow when Talfryn turned to warn him. Talfryn unsheathed his short sword, simple but sturdy. It was a standard weapon for the lower-ranking warriors of the Mountain King’s army.

Within a moment all the animals had gone still, and the air was filled with a drowning silence, but before long the bandits made the first move. However, when the man made himself known by shooting a skewed arrow, Yuliy turned and promptly pinned the bandit and his clothes to a tree behind him with an arrow of his own. The masked bandit struggled to free himself of the trap arrow that, upon piercing the tree, had covered him in a net that only tangled further when he moved.

“Please,” Yuliy called to the bushes, “We have nothing valuable to give you! Leave now, and we will not harm your friend.” There was no verbal response, but they could hear the bandits rustling around in the underbrush surrounding them. “Tal, these probably aren’t ordinary bandits.”

“I know,” Talfryn said grimly.

Bandits were quiet and sneaky. Roguish fiends. They knew the mountain terrain and surrounding forests well. It was their hunting ground, after all. This group, though, they were clumsy and unfamiliar with their surroundings. They made too much noise, and they didn’t ambush them all at once. They probably weren’t a team, Talfryn surmised from their hesitance to save their trapped comrade, but were separately hired hands from another realm that had then been forced to work together. If that were the case, then they were probably after the Mountain Prince. It was too soon for the chief’s letter to be their target.

“Keep one alive to question, at least,” Yuliy pleaded, knowing the expression that would be on his companion’s face without having to look. He never turned away from the trees nor lowered his bow while he spoke.

Sensing movement in the bushes on his right, Talfryn jumped off of his horse with a smirk. “I’ll try my best,” he said, and tossed his short sword to his dominant hand. With his other, he pulled a smaller dagger from his belt. Since no one else had attacked them yet, they must have captured their only archer. The trapped bandit had ceased moving, but he was so wrapped in the net by the time he stopped twisting and turning that Talfryn paid him no mind. He wouldn’t be escaping that anytime soon.

A woman in a black mask, possibly emboldened by Talfryn’s contact with the forest floor, darted out from the blanket of ferns behind him. The jagged dagger in her hand glowed like lava, and as she came within range she reeled her arm back in order to throw it into his unsuspecting back. At almost the same moment, a man emerged with a long, thin sabre from behind the trees to Talfryn’s right. Immediately, Talfryn crouched out of the way of the bright throwing dagger, and stuck his foot out to trip the man on his right. The man sidestepped him, but in doing so he brought himself within reach of Talfryn’s blade. His quirked lip bled into a voracious grin. Talfryn spun while crouching so that he was right behind the man, and also facing the woman from a slightly further distance. As he did so, he slid his short sword against the man’s calcaneal tendon, and the man fell to his knees with a cry of pain. Thick rivets of blood gushed from the deep gash in his ankle, and he slipped on his own mess as he attempted to recover his stance. With the same momentum, Talfryn turned, leaned over the kneeling man, and cut his throat with one fell swoop. The man’s thyroid parted beneath his blade like butter, leaving the carotid artery underneath frayed and exposed. The man would bleed out quickly.

However, the woman took up her companion’s sabre with lightning-fast speed while Talfryn was distracted, and he barely managed to stand before she was upon him. Their blades sparked upon contact with the other. He held the curved blade at bay by crossing his dagger and short sword in front of him until the woman was forced to take a step back, but she could not be tipped over. It was when she grew impatient and kicked out with one foot that he managed to unbalance her, and then he twisted his dagger around her blade and cut down her face, finally plunging it deep in between her ribs. The mask was cut from her head, revealing a freshly-mangled face which he hadn’t seen before on any wanted signs or reports. He pulled the dagger from her chest, ripping through her lungs in the process. She vomited blood from her torn lips. The sabre dropped from her pale, slackened hands onto the fresh pile of rancid red which stained the white, fluffy snow that still speckled the ground despite the recent warming weather. Talfryn glanced at the short sword he still held defensively in front of him in confusion while she gurgled and grasped at his feet from where she had collapsed on the cold forest floor. His short sword looked as if enough heat had been applied to it that it had actually bent when it’d come into contact with the bandit’s sabre.

Yuliy sat on his horse a short distance away, his bow still trained on the trees and brush in case there were any more contenders. A fourth bandit that Talfryn had not noticed was strewn in the trees with an arrow through his heart. Impressive. Talfryn pulled his foot from the dead woman’s grasp, dusted himself off, and went to check on the trapped bandit. Unfortunately, the man had bitten off his own tongue while they were away so that they wouldn’t be able to question him.

“Do you think they’re rebels?” Yuliy asked, finally relaxing. He looked down at the bodies sadly, but he was not at all disgusted. He personally didn’t like or approve of killing, but execution was still a valid punishment for certain serious crimes in the Mountain Realm, so it wasn’t that much of an unusual sight. Especially around Talfryn, whose duty it was to catch and enforce the law on such criminals. “It’s awfully coincidental, is all. I mean, we’re only obviously carrying wild game, so there’s no reason why bandits would think us worth robbing. Maybe if we had a wagon, but...”

With the tip of his bent sword, Talfryn poked the man that had willingly choked on his own bloody tongue. “I’m not sure. There’s no insignia or anything,” He said, shrugging. “The rebels weren’t scared to identify themselves during operations before. In fact, they welcomed the attention it brought. When I was still in training, they had begun wearing bright red flamed patterns along their arms and shoulders— that’s how the rumor that they wielded fire got started. That, and the fact that they used to light buildings on fire in an instant, and with seemingly no ignitor. Whoever they were, though, they must’ve been after you. We should leave now in case there’s more of them coming.”

Yuliy nodded, but the glint of a foreign dagger on the ground caught his eye. “Wait, what’s that?” He asked, pointing.

The dagger had stopped glowing when its owner died, but when Talfryn picked it up to examine, he noticed that the thin blanket of snow surrounding it had melted, and the grass beneath was slightly singed.

“Strange,” he muttered, and wrapped the knife in a cloth to bring with them.



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who's willing to read one of my fight scenes and lmk if it's any good


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lynaiss(they/them)
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Made some new icons for tiers on my Patreon, so they are more ~on brand~


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I’ve not finished but Almost Finished part 1!! It’s around 50 pages so far



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Me trying to figure out my character’s personalities: let’s make them memes


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3. why did you pick a certain genre - I love worldbuilding and I feel like in sci-fi and fantasy I have more room to explore and create those worlds and really make something unique

4. going off number 3, when it comes to common tropes in the genre, do you lean in to them, or are you going against the typical - I try to against the typical tropes, especially when it comes to fantasy settings and influences, romance, gender roles and expression, etc.

15. do all your ocs have a full name (first and last)? if not, is it because they don't need one in-story, or have you just not found the right names yet - most of them do even if their surnames are never mentioned, but some (for example, rina wrede yuliy and talfryn) don't have surnames because I haven't found the right names yet and may never tbh


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soft-nomad asked:

oc ask meme: 2, 5, and 9

2. if you have multiple, are they all the same genre? or do you have different genres? (ei. si-fi, classical fantasy, modern fantasy, historical fiction) - recently I’ve been writing high fantasy, but I also like writing sci-fi

5. describe your main story as vaguely/weirdly as possible - this one’s not on my ocs page but it’s the one I’ve written the most for.... so basically there’s this girl who gets smacked in the face by a falling bird and gains elemental magic (and then the fire nation attacks)

9. which oc is your personal favorite - aniz (could you tell? I talk about how cool she is almost daily and she’s my phone background)


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another oc/story ask meme

katiebirdie

i think these are cool and i want to hear about people's stuff so here we go! you can just reblog and reply with any answers you want, or use it like an actual ask meme and have followers send in questions!

1. how many stories do you currently have in the works/are thinking about?

2. if you have multiple, are they all the same genre? or do you have different genres? (ei. si-fi, classical fantasy, modern fantasy, historical fiction)

3. why did you pick a certain genre?

4. going off number 3, when it comes to common tropes in the genre, do you lean in to them, or are you going against the typical?

5. describe your main story as vaguely/weirdly as possible.

6. what's your main character fighting against? the government, another person, themself? are they well prepared to do so?

7. where is your story set, and why is it set there?

8. what are your main plot inspirations from popular media?

9. which oc is your personal favorite?

10. do you tend to give your ocs your own habits and traits? or are they radically different from you?

11. what's one of your ocs' fashion style like? do they even care about fashion, or do they dress how they want?

12. which oc is your first? has their design/personality changed since you first came up with them?

13. do your ocs often have skills you wish you had? (ei. are good at cooking when you aren't, can boat while you live landlocked and have never been in the sea)

14. assuming yes for number 13, did you have to research a lot about said skills? or are you just winging it?

15. do all your ocs have a full name (first and last)? if not, is it because they don't need one in-story, or have you just not found the right names yet?

Bonus: if you've done any writing for your work, please paste a sentence or two!

talesofstarlight

I was about to reblog this with a long thing but I accidentally closed the tab so I give up. Please ask me some.



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opportunity(they/them)
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just found this old page of linkle doodles n im--

im lov her

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new icon!



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melancholia

I dont talk to any of my mutuals but I just want you all to kno that you are lovely and I notice you. ❤


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you know it's serious when you start making a playlist


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