You All Have Such Lovely Noah’s! I Would Like To Join Your Noah Squad, If Possible! Here’s Some Info

Last Sentence Tag Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words.

Thanks so much for tagging me, @concealeddarkness13! From Elementary: “ 'If you promise not to yell, I'll let go of your throat, and we can have a talk.' “

Little bit of a cliche, but at least there is a cliffhanger to the ending of part 1!

That quite a long sentence, so I’ll just tag some people: @anightravensecho, @dreamsofbooksandmonsters, @ladyliliana, @andtheotherstars, @mj-writes, @lethalblizzard, @whatdoyoumeantheresonly3episodes, @knightedwriter, @panticwritten. No pressure, though!

original character moodboards

hi, friends! to celebrate 100 followers, i’ve decided to open up requests for oc moodboards!! i still can’t believe there’s that many of you following me (which is peanuts compared to others’ follower counts), and i also can’t believe that so many of you actually like my things? and characters?? to think, i’ve been too scared to share all this time.

so here, let me show my love for your characters and stories too C:

rules:

mbf me (i will check)

please reblog this post, let other people know!

maybe look at my art tag? or my patreon?

send me a 🐝 and an ask OR a submit (whichever is easier) with the character’s aesthetic/faceclaim/name/etc

feel free to add a quote, can be your own writing or a quote relevant to your oc

for now please just one character. i don’t know how many of these i will get!

here are examples of my moodboards. a fair warning, these might go kind of slow. i get busy sometimes! especially on weekends.

i will reblog this post again to let you know when i close requests. c:

But this is a paradox, is it not? Because what is braver than admitting you are not brave? If you can’t face the truth in the mirror, at least you can face the truth right here, in this piece of text. You have shown us. You have told us writers -  scared, trembling, bold writers - that you are afraid to speak out. And in doing so, you have confronted us and yourself with such a vulnerable, honest thing. 

Maybe you cannot stand up to anyone (yet). Maybe you cannot raise your voice (yet). Maybe you cannot confront (yet). But you can write about it. You are doing it right now. You are giving us the murky depth of your heart and you are defying the norm by admitting your doubts.

Why do I write? Why do so many writers write? Because we see the things that are wrong - with the world, with ourselves. And we cannot speak about them. So we put them on paper. Instead of yelling, arguing, confronting, we create a story, a poem.

They say the pen in mightier than the sword. You just told us that you are not a fighting, sword-wielding knight. But you have used your pen, and you are most certainly a writer.

I am not bold

There are a lot of things a lot of people say about how to be a writer. Write every day, get published, get readers to love you, win awards and whatever. But for me there is one thing that all writers, actually all creative people, seem to have in common.

They are bold.

They defy the norm, they defy the conventions, they defy the universe itself.

Writers write from the murky awful depths of their hearts. This goes for all writers not just some genres. There is unique courage in writing a story that tears your own self apart. But they do it anyway and then they stitch themselves back together by writing more! 

Here’s my problem. I am not bold.

I am a coward. I would be the first to say that. I hate confrontation. I don’t ever point out anything wrong. I cannot stand up to anyone without having a complete panic attack. I cannot even stand in front of a mirror and face the truth of myself without my knees shaking. I stay quiet when people around me raise their voices. I stay quiet when saying something would mean something. I stay quiet even if my heart is breaking, especially when my heart is breaking.

I don’t confront. I don’t question. I don’t refuse.

This might be conditioning from my upbringing. This might be the weight of expectations thrown on me. Or this might just be who I am.

At the end of the day, all this means is that I pull back when I should write honestly. I step aside when I should forge on. I delete the words that must have stayed.

At the end of the day, I am not bold enough to be a writer. And I probably never will be.

For Josepe, who knows life doesn’t last

Waterwegen: [5/7]  [1/7]  [2/7]  [3/7]  [4/7]

I haven’t written in months. Mental health combined with a lost story ruined my joy in it. But today I’ve been writing again, and I can’t say how great it is to dive back into a story.  I really wanna vent about this new gang of desperate, lovable human beings. 

Ilya Kaminsky, “Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky”

My whole WIP is about this! Set during the idustrial revolution, magic has become a tool, something to be used or maybe even ignored, forgotten and discarded. But then the Romantics rise and magic gets an impulse. It is intertwined with art: art as a spiritual power, something connected to feeling and expression and just a little out of reach, always at the edge of incomprehensible. My OC thinks about it like this: ‘Once, when religion had still been tangible and water could change in wine in front of your eyes, magic had been spiritual, an amazing, supernatural power. Later, miracles became stories. Churches rose, priests preached their psalms and every spire pulled mankind further from her faith. Magic was sacrilege, then utensil. Now philosophers and scientists held truth in their fingers, and magic, God and the occult should all be sweeped into a dark corner. Tungsten did not believe in God – at least, he didn't think he did. But magic was different. It was human and more than human, like love, or art‘.

I have always felt art is the closest we can get to magic!

I have a lot of feelings about how witchcraft and art are similar and intertwined, but I can’t exactly articulate them

Eleven traumatized magicians long to leave society, unknowingly start a squad war and end up trying to save said society.

Describe your WIP in one sentence

Short Lesbian and overly dramatic man-child peacocking over innocent bisexual red head

I’m working on a request, but I didn’t take the right laptop with all the pics home for the holidays. So here’s a moodboard for my own Victoria, who’s dangerous, beautiful and painfully wrong.

Questions About Creating Your OCs

‘Cause sometimes the stories of how OCs come to be are just as interesting as the OCs, themselves. Tell me how your virtual kids came into the world.

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? 

How did you choose their name? 

In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts? 

Is there any significance behind their hair color? 

Is there any significance behind their eye color? 

Is there any significance behind their height? 

What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

Are they based off of you, in some way? 

If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person? 

Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation? 

What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

What is something about your OC can make you laugh? 

What is something about your OC can make you cry? 

Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story? 

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC? 

What is your favorite fact about your OC?