#new ocs??

[aliciarose-art]

a lady in waiting x woman disguised as a knight? 🤔

[angelghost0]

I'm so bored and my battery's dying, so take this wip

[askblog-cvesocs]

General…

i need to and want to make CSS a thing. they need to become real.

somebody help me make them real. help me flesh them out<3 (that term is weird, but it’s the best i got) .

@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks @that-fruitier-emo — do either of you want to help me learn more about CSS (Clue, Skipper, and Sketch)? i wanna make them real with someone, i wanna make them with someone together, making ocs together is so fun

CSS= Clue, Skipper, Sketch (i wonder if CSS is an actual acronym and is a real thing…. sounds like a legal word)

i wanna build onto their characters. (they have a little bit of character n personality built, but i wanna work on them more) — i love writing with other people too, it’s so freaking fun. somebody please pay tribute to developing CSS….

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[suniemoon]

here’s some stuff from iscribble! 

[bucketstab]

No One Cared To Solve It

Arlo and Rory, they made sense as friends, best friends more so, but, never as a couple. Or no one ever thought to see them that way. Maybe it as because of how neutral Arlo was, or seemed to be. He was calm, collected. Though could lose his cool and be quite goofy and loud when he chose to be. He was rarely biased, always seeing both sides of the story. While also never being one way or another per say, in feelings at least. He wasn’t super passionate about feelings, nor was he completely repulsed at the idea of them. He felt the feelings, just didn’t made a huge fuss, but he didn’t deny them. He just accepted that they were there and was content with that. He was tall with tanned skin, not so thin it was unhealthy, but pretty damn thin. Straight, soft dirty blonde hair. It wasn’t messy or shaggy, it was neat and smooth. He had soft, hazel eyes. They were kind, but anyone could see those kind eyes had felt more then they deserved to feel.

Rory was his opposite, in looks at least. Messy dark hair that he kept back in a short ponytail, with pale skin, freckles, chubby, short. Dark blue eyes, almost black. They were…mysterious, I suppose would be the word. They often seemed dull to strangers, constant dark circles under the pale boy’s eyes. However, they could change in an instant. Most often, he had a wild, bright look in his eyes. Anyone who knew him could see it. His wildness, its as never decipherable. You could never tell if he was happy and excited and ready to try something new, or blazing with anger. He kept his anger hidden well, however, he got violent when he let it out. Those dark eyes had seen far more then they should have, far more then any boy should have seen. The poor kid was a ticking time bomb, honestly. He kept it hidden well, and well under control. No one dared question the boy’s wide grin, no one saw a reason to. With scars decorating his skin, some brought on by himself, others brought on by others, no one dared ask the story behind them. Rory was a mystery in himself, a mystery that honestly, no one cares to solve.

Rory and Arlo clicked immediately, best friends. Arlo being 16, Rory being 15. The two hit it off, and they became best friends, their differences bringing out the best in each other, and the similarities bringing them closer. However, Rory began feeling something much more then friendship. And honestly, he hated himself for it.