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Hey, it's Raven. 24, they/them. I'll probably use this blog to write fanfics and some original character posts as well.
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Intro Post
Hey, it's Raven. 24, they/them. I'll probably use this blog to write fanfics and some original character posts as well.
Minors and bigots DNI.
Unshaved Legs
Content warning: SA mention
Claws Chapter 2: The Benefactor
The night air felt so good against his skin, he wished he had nowhere else to be tonight. He made the turn at W Chestnut just in time to see a short, cloaked figure duck into the alley beside the building he was to enter. Instinctively, he patted the backpack he was wearing, stopping briefly to put the knife in his belt. The cold metal of the blade pressing tightly against his leg, he kicked up and grabbed the skateboard in one slick motion with the other. Evidently, he grimaced, tonight would involve more than them.
Chapter 2 Plans and Questions
So, my character will have more dialogue in the next chapter as he meets his benefactor. I do struggle a bit with dialogue, especially for more imposing characters. Essentially, how do I make the person sound more menacing without sounding cheesy?
Claws: Updated Chapter 1
Tw: suicidal ideations, blood imagery
Chapter 1: A Morning
He sat in the corner of his bedroom window, peering out through the gray sky. Only one flight off the ground, not quite far enough. He’d thought about this a thousand times before, about how the door to the roof was always unlocked during the day, about how there weren’t any working security cameras up there, about how there wouldn’t be anyone to miss him if he just did what was necessary. Standing to shake a cigarette out of his back pocket, he turned to grab the lighter close by, just on the nightstand. It was blue, her favorite color. They said memories fade with time, hers only ever seemed to get clearer. Escaping her would be like trying to escape himself at this point. He mulled over these thoughts as he flicked the lighter on and brought it up to the cigarette. Taking a long drag, he blew the smoke through the window and glanced back at his abode. Dirty clothes lined the little bed, favored items remaining on top. Potato chips and ice cream containers clogged up the nightstand, while the pill bottles spilled their contents across the room. “Everything’s in order,” he cracked humorlessly.
Chapter 1- A Morning
TW: Suicidal Ideations, Blood Imagery