I'm Working On Writing Down My OC's Story
I'm working on writing down my OC's story
I wrote the very first part of it and, with the help of some online correcting resources, it looks not too bad I'd say fr
Chapter 1, part 1
My head pounded with each beat of my heart as consciousness slowly seeped back into my senses. Groaning softly, I struggled to push through the fog that clouded my mind. The heaviness weighed me down, making it difficult to discern reality from the remnants of my dreams. As I stirred, the sensation of something soft and sticky beneath me pulled me back to the present. With a start, I opened my eyes to find myself lying upon a peculiar mound of spiderwebs. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly scrambled to my feet, my legs trembling with the effort. Warily, I took a few steps away from the web, my gaze darting around the dimly lit cave. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water echoing off the stone walls. Instinctively, my hand found the hilt of the dagger at my waist, a comforting weight in the uncertainty that surrounded me. My eyes swept over the cavern, taking in the remnants of what appeared to be a once-grand structure now reduced to crumbling ruins. The contrast between the decay and the fragile beauty of the small pond nearby struck me, illuminated by beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks above. Turning my attention back to the spiderwebs, I noticed a strange detail that sent a chill down my spine. They appeared to be remnants of cocoons, torn open as if something had recently emerged. The sight filled me with unease, my mind racing with questions and concerns. What kind of place was this? How had I ended up here? And most importantly, was I alone? Pushing aside the unsettling thoughts, I focused on the task at hand: finding a way out of this cave. My gaze fell upon the imposing stone doors at the far end of the chamber, adorned with faded carvings that hinted at a forgotten history.
With a mixture of trepidation and determination, I approached the doors, the weight of uncertainty heavy upon my shoulders. Bracing myself, I pushed against them with all my strength, surprised by the ease with which they yielded to my efforts. As the doors creaked open, revealing a sliver of the world beyond, I hesitated for a moment, overcome by a wave of apprehension. But the desire to escape this strange place spurred me forward, and with a final push, I slipped through the crack, leaving the, no matter how uncertain, safety of the cave behind.
That's it for now lol
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Damn, maybe a persona but at the same time an OC, I'm considering calling him not only Wren but also Recensis. Reasons unknown, I just like the name I wrote down lol
Asagiri you fucking genius
guys I take back every bad thing I've said about him, he's crazy good
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ORGANIZATIONS
Armed Detective Agency
President:
1. Yukichi Fukuzawa - human
Members:
1. Akiko Yosano - half vampire (made - [REDACTED])
2. Atsushi Nakajima - werewolf
3. Doppo Kunikida - human
4. Junichiro (Jun'ichirō) Tanizaki - human
5. Kenji Miyazawa - human
6. Kyouka (Kyōka) Izumi - half vampire (made - Kouyou)
7. Osamu Dazai - [REDACTED]
8. Ranpo Edogawa - human
Clerks:
1. Naomi Tanizaki - human
2. Kirako Haruno - human
3. Agency Clerk 1 - human [no pic]
4. Agency Clerk 2 - human [no pic]
5. Agency Clerk 3 - human [no pic]
Former Members:
1. Katai Tayama - human(?)
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RIP Chris
Mahad Selak, Mahad Maktar
Cristian, you will be remembered, the legend, author of Magium, and so much more
There's more detail on r/Magium
Let's uphold his legacy
Drawing my mans again, WIP
Slowly drawing Dazai, my favorite man lmao
My love for Astarion is immense
HAHA
I wrote a WIP of a certain part of the story after certain events that will happen in a certain moment of time of my story
ANGST
A lot of angst
I love angst
As I delved deeper into the pages, a sensation, foreign and heavy, draped over me. A coolness brushed against my cheek, and I reached up to find dampness lingering there. Tears? A question danced on my lips as I questioned the emotion gripping my heart. Sorrow? The word echoed in my mind, unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar. My vision blurred, words on the page melding into an incomprehensible blur. The book, once held with casual indifference, now felt weighty in my grasp. It was as if its contents held the answers to questions I hadn't even known to ask. With each turn of the page, the tears flowed freely, tracing rivulets down my cheeks. My hand tightened around the book, as if anchoring myself to its pages in the storm of emotions raging within me. I sank to my knees, the cold floor beneath me a stark reminder of the warmth that had seeped from my soul. The text before me remained a mystery, obscured by the veil of tears. Why did these pages, these words, evoke such an ache within me? Why did I feel as though I were mourning the loss of something precious, something I couldn't even name? A hollow ache settled in my chest, a void that no amount of tears could fill. It was a longing, a yearning for something beyond my grasp. Memories, half-forgotten, danced at the edge of my consciousness, teasing me with their elusive presence. Who was I missing? What had I forgotten? In the silence of that moment, amidst the weight of unspoken sorrow, I realized that some emotions transcended language, as I sat there, lost in a sea of tears and unanswered questions.
MUAHAHAHA
I'm slowly creating a Bungo Stray Dogs AU called Crimson Restraint AU.
It's an AU with vampires and werewolves.
I've already made a sketch with Chuuya in clothes I chose for him, you can find it here.
I'll be slowly posting info on it starting now.
But it'll go sloooowly
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It is that bad. Yes
Sometimes I think the reason they scrapped the original hotel Transylvania dracula design was because they knew that if we got that on the big screen you guys wouldn’t be able to handle yourselves.
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I post stuff. Random stuff. Not too good stuff tho lmao || Wren, 21 yo, he/it/they, just a dude unskillfully making stuff
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