The Real Badness Cap 6: Quiero cambiarThe Real Badness_ Cap 6: “Quiero cambiar”The Real Badness Cap 6: Quiero cambiar1 day ago in Sketches
Sofia lloro poco tiempo, no más de una hora, ya que el desahogo que se había dado en pa pizzería la había dejado sin lágrimas que llorar…
Clyde: ¿Te sientes mejor ahora?
Sofia: S-si…. Gracias…
Clyde: No me lo agradezcas… (Tengo que pensar en algo para ayudarla… Para acabar con Daria…) Si queremos terminar con Daria hay que ir a su mundo…
Sofia: Pero… ¿Cómo?
Clyde: Eso tengo que pensar… Vamos a casa… Papá debe estar muy preocupado…
Clyde: *la carga* yo te llevo…
Sofia: No es-
Clyde: Cállate… yo te llevo…
Clyde la cargo hasta casa, eso le extrañaba un poco a Sofia, no sabía porque lo hacía, Clyde solía ser fría y muy distante…
Llego a casa y la acostó en su cama, Sofia se había quedado dormida en el camino ya que estaba cansada.
Misutikku-Ichi Profile/Bio TemplateMisutikku-Ichi Profile/Bio TemplateMisutikku-Ichi Profile/Bio Template2 days ago in Sketches
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RotG Alikrea app infoName~ Alikremezca (Alikrea/ Ali)RotG Alikrea app info3 days ago in Sketches
Age~ 20 (human years)
Rank~ Royal born, Princess, currently considered a traitor, outcast
Family~ Mother- Ezmeca (deceased), father- Pentaro, brother- Javik (havik) Mate, Falo
Children- Briadas, (female, deceased) Tahjir, (male, deceased) Zalahira, (female, heir)
Prior to group history~ Beginnings~ Sunset had just barely begun to fade into twilight, and as it did so the tiny squeaks of two newborn wolf cubs filled the silence. The mother, Ezmeca licked her new children clean as they began to suckle. Ever so slowly the father walked toward his mate, his head low and eyes soft. His mate gave him a tired but loving gaze as she lifted her head and her pink tongue licked his muzzle. Pentaro went to lie beside the new mother and asked her what their names were. She looked upon the golden pup, with splashes of black on his otherwise golden coat and replied "Javik. However his name is not one of weakness. For though his name mea
Medivalstuck: The assassin and the princess (4) A/N: This is a sort of epilogue, and partly because I am having troubles with character design. So for now you get this!Medivalstuck: The assassin and the princess (4) 1 day ago in Sketches
Melanie waved at the horse carrying Flower, Abigail and Kafiri as the horse walked away. Once they were out of earshot, she sighed. Maybe now she could go and relax and-
Wait a minute. I can’t relax. Real life has settled in. I can’t just take a day break.
After lingering for a moment, Melanie walked into her house, grabbed her bow and arrow, then walked out the door. She was planning to grab food, and then go to talk to one of the lords, on another place to stay. At this point, the guards are probably wondering who the heck ordered her to kill that guard. No way in hell is she heading to Derse. Or Prospit. Or ANYWHERE that isn’t this forest.
Kafiri had decided to stay with Flower and Abigail until they could find out where they going. Melanie was hesitant, but agreed in the e
So RudeHooves slicing through the soil, indebted to a jack knife-like gait, the stallion snorted and blew and honked like a show pony on the back of the mistress' trailer... Only his attention wasn't scattered to the colourful spread of a fairground, but merely to the bend in the river before his very mobile and very agitated figure. Nobody ever said that Tramp was the smartest of horses, nor the friendliest when it came to that which he was miles away from understanding.So Rude2 days ago in Sketches
With ears pinned back hard to his skull, Tramp gathered both of his back legs below his rugged body before launching himself half-way into the air, chipped hooves slicing downwards in a wide arch to stomp at his reflection in the relative still of the water. It was anybody's guess when it came to whether or not he truly believed it to be a stranger; perhaps he simply didn't like what he saw staring back from within those big blue eyes. He'd never ranked among the kindest of critters, so it was likely that he wouldn't necessa
Commissions 2: Electric MonkeylooI thought that my commission sheet could use an update. Things I'd like to note is that each commission costs 400 points and you get 3000-4000 word story out of it (And possibly a bonus story on occasion) You are allowed to ask me for status on the story every two weeks to a month, but not once a day or once a week. Please send all info to me up front, or when I'm about to begin the story (I'll usually message you when I'm about to start on it) It may take several months as I am busy with real-life and other writing projects. I only do requests on special occasions, and only when I ask first. I now have a commission ban list, you will end up on the list if...Commissions 2: Electric Monkeyloo3 days ago in Sketches
1. You constantly harass me
2. You are an art-thief
3. You behave in a negative manner
4. You are begging me for story requests.
If you don't fall into any of those categories, then we'll get along just fine.
Here is what I won't write:
5. A TF that's meant to insult another person you don't li
When Lightning Strikes (Minecraft Pig TF)“Wow—the view from up here is just …”When Lightning Strikes (Minecraft Pig TF)1 day ago in Sketches
Lost for words, a young miner in a green formula racing outfit stood at the top of a rocky spire that reached almost clear up to the clouds. From here, he could see everything within walking distance of his house—a forest, a lake, a grassy plain, a pumpkin patch, even a desert with a castle made of sand. Everything in this world was built of pixelated square blocks, and all objects and living things within it possessed the same blocky qualities, including the miner himself. Speaking of whom …
Ever since the young miner (who called himself J-Turbo, or JT for short) came to this world, which he dubbed “The Jagged Edge” on account of its tall mountains and jutting cliffs, he’d worked to carve out his own niche here. He dug out a flat space near the base of the spire on which he currently stood (but still uphill from the adjacent lake); chopped out trees and built a house; an