Giveaway Time!

Ch 1 The breeze blew through the leaves gently, its whisper carried through out the forrest joining the bubble of the thin creek. Sunlight and shadows speckled the forrest floor giving the small flower clusters the light they needed. Sleeping amungst the flowers was a young man, one could've mistaken him for a beautiful maiden or an elf. His complexion was a soft peach color with a healthy flush to his cheeks. His silvery blonde hair was out of it's usual ponytail, spread out behind him like a halo. The peacfulness of the forrest was disturbed by the running of furry paws. The creature barked it's happiness upon seeing the boy; jumping the creek it landed on top of the boy instantly waking him from his slumber. "Gah! Brutus, get off your heavy!" The boy cried from under the mound of fur. The wolf-dog hybrid moved off the boy allowing him to sit up, but stayed close by with a doggy smile on his muzzle his long tongue hanging out to the side. The boy, Braedon sat up rubbing his chest where his loving battering ram landed on him. "Brutus, you know I can't handle your weight on my chest like that." The happy smile disappeared at the thought of hurting his master.  "What's got you so excited that you'd jump on me like that?" Looking a little more guilty, Brutus puffed his furry chest out presenting his wide rawhide collar. Attached was a scroll neatly rolled up and tied to the collar. Braedon took the scroll scratching between the hybrid's pointed ear, showing he wasn't mad causing the happieness to return to Brutus's face. Braedon unrolled the scroll and read: Brae, We need help at the Inn, Aiden is trying to cook AGAIN! Please hurry, this is the only source of money we have and I don't want to lose it to my brother's idiocy! Abigail Braedon sighed as he rolled up the scroll. "So much for a peacefull evening in the forrest." He placed the scroll in his canvas messenger bag next to him as he stood up placing the strap on his shoulder; he dusted off his pants and straightened his dark blue and gold trimmed tunic. "If Aiden keeps this up he'll end up chained to the wall. He knows not to set foot in the kitchen when I'm not there to help." He used the string that was holding the scroll to tie his hair back into a low pony tail. Brutus agreed with a bark. "Well, lets get going before there's a fire and a murder." Grazing a little ways from them was a jet black shire horse, his middle was at least two heads taller than Braedon. He lifted his great head to stare at the two approaching him. "Sorry Titus, looks like we're going back earlier than planed." Titus nickered annoyed at the thought of leaving the lush and tasty grass patch he was currently munching on. "I know, I don't want to leave either. If we don't Abigail will be a very lonely twin." Titus neighed disappointed but lowered himself to allow Braedon to climb on. Braedon gripped his mane gently as Titus stood up. Clicking his tongue the three returned to the village of Green Haven.

Muerta Rosa!

Ain't she pretty!

Paperhat: Poison

I made another thing! If I you see your art’s please let me know so I can credit you specifically next time I use them. I don’t want to upset anyone. Your arts are so amazing that I had to put them to music. Great job!

Silly quick lil comic about Junior having a nightmare and dad being an excellent sport because I thought the idea would be cute

Merry Christmas everyone! I know it's like a week early but stores started Christmas before Halloween was over 😑. Soooo... CHRISTMAS!!!!🎄🎄🎄🎄❄☃️⛄😁😙

When writing emotionally reserved characters:

Show your character's struggles with holding in emotions. Just because your character won't let themself go in public, doesn't mean they don't struggle holding everything in.

Find a motive. Pride and/or consideration for those around them can make emotionally reserved people hold back more than would be considered good for them. There are other reasons too, perhaps the initial cause and the reason now are different, but try to give them a reason.

Show side-effects. Everything you bottled up shows itself in another way, whether it's physical or mental. This can be long- and short-term, depending on the severity of the emotions.

Give them coping mechanisms. Everyone who wishes not to show certain emotions has a trick or two to keep themselves in check. Taking a sip of water, not looking people in the eyes, clenching their fists, breathing just a bit too deeply.

Write subconscious signs that they give off, which close friends or family might pick on. Just because these characters want to keep their emotions to themselves, doesn't mean they don't give off signs. Some manage to keep said signs well hidden from those closest to them, but it's more common for environment to pick up on something at the very least.

Hello, everyone! So I decided to share this project here. I've been working on it for a couple months now and decided it's time to share here. Hope you enjoy!

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star wars stans are always like "ooh my star wars husband is obi-wan kenobi ooh my star wars husband is darth maul"

where are the garazeb orrelios simps huh

fucking cowards

Ssorry for not posting I thought this is fandom is dead