#selmatag

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  “I’m sorry”. She sounded weak, nothing like herself.   “Oh, are you now?” The sprite scoffed, glancing down at the letters on their chest. “You’re sorry?”     She could feel the first tear running down her cheek, making way for the others that followed. It was then that she noticed how her whole body was shaking, how the fear was eating away at her frantically beating heart. There was nothing gripping her throat anymore but she still felt as if something was hindering the air to get to her lungs.   “Yes”, she whispered through trembling lips. “I’m so sorry”. But the sprite only shook their head before leaning away.   “You’re not sorry”.

First attempt at making a mood board...

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Selma and Morgan are having a serious talk and Selma decided to make a butt-joke. I couldn’t help it. It was there and...I had to. She had to. 

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Selma when she sees someone crying: "Uh...Hello"

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One cool thing about my protagonist

Ay another tag game. Thanks @acfawkes for tagging me! :)

I seriously needed to update this damn blog. I’ve been stuck in front of my drawing tablet...still am actually, I’m just taking a break atm...

Anyway, one cool thing about Selma is her ability to push her feelings aside and stay calm if she has to (at least for the most part). 

That took longer than expected. I had to think for a while. xD

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What my story looks like

Part one: How do I break this character?

Part two: Now how do I fix her?

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Sorry for weird updates, so here’s Selma bein her old charmin self

   (Gerda)“Are you happy with your life?” The question left Selma bewildered, mouth hanging open.   “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”, she exclaimed.   “Just answer the question, are you happy?” For some reason she felt obliged to answer when Gerda looked at her like that. So serious. All of her childishness washed away.   “Should I be?” This time it was Gerda that looked confused, head tilting to the side.   “Well… yeah?” Her eyebrows drew together creating wrinkles on her forehead. “If not for happiness then why stay alive?”   “Because death is a weakness”.