Jun 19
Mycheal :D
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Mycheal :D
I found a old drawing of one of my tadc ocs and I tested my new markers on it :] her name is Gim
My first fan art in a whileeee behold MR!Mycheal! Any tips on proportions I’m lowkey struggling with that
Mycheal because uh uh uh yeah yuh yeah (any art tips?)
“We need to use ai to make art accessible art supplies are to expensive!!!💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀” me with a mechanical pencil from tjmax
I wrote a story….and I clicked on a notification by accident……and tumbler deleted the whole thing……………now I have to start over A G a I n…..
{Ray Of Moonlight chapter one}
{the glorious sun shines down on a colorful world. A world full of beautiful people, warm blood, amazing magic, sweet memories, and wonderful stories. In a world as chaotic as this one there are bound to be a plethora of stories and legends, such as this local fable, of a cursed forest!
The village that lived next to it was purged and burned to the ground. Only two villagers managed to escape only to be caught by the forests edge, and burned to death. It was a mother with her small baby girl only trying to live and being turned to ash to feed the trees around them. Legend says that you can still hear the baby girls cries in the forest at night. And that you can see her older form in the tree line if you over stay your welcome. They say she looks just as old as she’d be if she were to have lived! Except…she looks…..wrong.
Sharp jagged green antlers that glow in the dark, blood stained cloven hooves, glowing green cat slit eyes, and a soft raspy voice that curses you if you hear it! Now of course the legends were just legends. But the girl was not. But be reasonable of course she didn’t look like the legends said!
She didn’t have sharp antlers! They were more dull, and they glowed all the time not just in the dark. And of course she didn’t have blood stained hooves! They were dirt and snow stained, kicking an animal to death would be needlessly cruel. And her eyes weren’t green ones! They only shone green when you put light to them, and there were goat slit, Not cat slit. And her eyes were a teal ish grey. And her voice was not cursing or soft at all! Her voice was loud and horse and booming with passion whenever she spoke! Now uh……..she never really spoke hence the rasp.
But this young lady had more to her than those features. Why did people only focus on those? She had soft fluffy legs riddled with little marks and scars from the bramble and sticks and rocks she would run into to chase moths and find berries. She had rough deer ears that turned so soft when her winter coat came in. Oh she would sit there and pet them for hours and hours on end. And she had wonderful (albeit matted and tangled as she has no hair brush) hair that was painted golden brown and that shone even more gold in any amount of light! It reached so far down to her ankles that it was basically a cape! And her dress oh her dress she loved it so! It was a wonderful ankle length green dress scrawled with a light yellow flower pattern. That being said it had a brown ombré from the bottom up due to dirt. And it was riddled with tears and scuffs. but it was hers and he adored it. And-(what?……..what do you mean stop describing I want t- well hsushhshffhhfhhghnnnnn fine). the sun was reflecting off of the snow when something came to her attention. The sounds of hooves on a poorly made snowy path. No one ever came through this old trade path. The Only people who did came in groups and went quickly. Hence why she was so isolated. She climbed up a tall tree and watched from the canopy as a all black horse came trotting down the path. A pon his back sat a young man. Not super young but Maby in his early twenty’s or so. He was rather small for the region standing(well sitting I guess) at 5”4’ or 162cm he has black thick wavey hair that bounced as the horse walked, it went down to the midway of his neck and swooped upwards abit at the ends. He wore a black shawls over his shoulders and dark grey baggy pants and a dark grey baggy shirt. His skin was rather pale and his eyes were……black? No I don’t mean his eye color I mean his iris was pitch black void! With white pupils! Surely this was alar- oh wait isolated forest child why would she know the difference? She’s barley seen people before. She leaped down like a elk over a log and landed square in the middle of the path infront of the man and his horse. She bounced up as if the ground were of cotton and stared at him intently!
“………”
“……………..”
“……… . . .” “Gree-“
“GREETINGS!!”
The raspy voice rang out in a large boom! But it seemed more so like a crow repeating something it had heard, than a person saying hello to another. She lit up with excitement bouncing a little as she watched the man stare at her. Though he didn’t look scared or unpleased at all he just……look a little confused and curious even.
“Well then hello there uh….”
He gestured for her to state her name with a small smile on his face, to wich she only stared absently and without thought.
“… well my name is Rae what’s your name young one?”
She looked puzzled at the question as she looked down at the snow to ponder in her own thoughts. Then an idea stuck her and she darted into the woods for a moment. He had stared in confusion before thinking….. ’ah I guess…..she got sacred?’ And as he was about to leave she burst back over and approached his side lifting a small green blanket to him. It was clearly a baby blanket and it was…..oh dear uh..it has some…mysterious red on it…welp!
“Fae” “well then Fae that is a wonderful name”
He looked at the girl handing her back the singed and embroidered blanket now leaning down to look her in the eye from him very tall horse. But the look in his eye was of both fascination and concern.
“Say what is a girl so young doing so far out in the woods? Where do you come from?” “Must I go get your parents? You may just freeze with a summer dress in this weather!”
He shucked his own shawl over the girl before she could even say a world. he stared, waiting for a response. The girl grabbed his hand (to his shock and mild fright) and pointed to a spot inside the thick woods. She beckoned him to follow. And so he did.}
End of chapter one! YAE please give constructive criticism I need it!
Yoooooo thinking of writing……some stuff idk im scared😭✋🏻💔 here’s an oc her name is Pes :3 IM NERVOUS idk how to even start writing bro or what to write about i have so many stores but ur no idea how to start them. ANYWAYS YAY
This is the half I gave up on :,] that being said I just needed to force myself to actually finish something and here it is :D (part3 final) she cried a lot afterwards mostly because she lost all the emotional regulation she developed over the years.👍