Or SomethingI start picking at my cuticles and the screen turns a light blue, booting itself up.More Like This
The outlines of two windows, one horizontal and one vertical, apparent they are.
Its twelve thirteen or something.
If I wait long enough Ill get to type words.
To whom it may concern, my letter begins.
No, no, no, that wont do, I say.
Audio files fill my screen, blocking out a bird or something.
It looks prettily at me; just sitting there.
Dear Dr. Michaelson; my second attempt.
That sounds better, I think to myself.
Maybe the birdy will provoke thought at me or something.
A long thought turns
The girl runs wildly through her backyard.
Questioning things like life.
Out loud at her mother.
The guardian begins to grow weary of her adolescents rambling maw.
It begins to rain, the tin roof now apparent.
into words, and then a sentence some commas here and there.
The icons are now more distracting than ever.
piano thing (dad) likes to
Character Design: An introductionMore Like This
Arvalis-2012 by arvalis
What does 'Character Design' mean?
The character design is the process which comes after the characterisation and consists in defining the character through his/her physical appearance.
We need to consider a character as a little fictional creature, human or not, that aims to please its creator and the public as well.
While the basic characterization of this fictional creature (his tastes, his fears, his behaviors) may take a little mental effort, as it is a sort of list of emotions, facts and feelings that come and go in the life of a character, the process of visual realization of this creature may not be as simple. That's why many writers and characters creators prefer to rely on experienced hands.
Also many of the mental aspects of the character are not possible to gain by using 'static' visual medium. For 'static' I mean all the illustrations and drawings unable to tell a
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - UnpackedHetaloid!Canada x ReaderMore Like This
The gross feeling of drool sticking to your chin was the only way you knew that you'd fallen asleep.
Your (eye color)-tinted eyes fluttered open lazily and just stared at the slow rotation of the ceiling fan for a good minute. You must have dozed off on the couch, and sitting upright, no less. Ugh, your neck was going to be stiff, but since there wasn't any ache to think about yet, your mind was free to roam. What were you just dreaming about? You couldn't quite remember - like a heavy fog had settled over your head like a thick blanket - but it must have been a nice dream. You felt much calmer than when you got home only a while ago. But, how long was a while ago? Should you get up and check?
Was time really that important right now?
You slowly closed your eyes, shrouding the room in a red darkness. It was so quiet in the apartment that you could hear the soft whoosh of the fan blades almost effortlessly. You stared a little at the red of the