Cringe but free
...How big is that fork and what is it made of?
Echoing hymn of my fellow passerine | Art blog (under construction)
About normal size steel forks with four prongs, caught in the middle.
I'm afraid to write, but I like to imagine.
Krakka'a's occurs while his flock is attacking a peaceful Troodon village, apparently completely unprovoked. He approaches the Troodon king, and the following exchange occurs;
Krakka'a: Name's Krakka'a. And judging by that stupid puffball on your head, you must be the new king.
Bob: Why are you doing this?
Krakka'a: (forcing Bob to the ground) What's the matter? You don't like my handiwork?
Bob: As it happens, it is the most vile thing I have ever seen.
Krakka'a: Oh? (closeup of Krakka'a reflected in Bob's eye) Well I can fix that for you. (Shadow Discretion Shot of Krakka'a gouging Bob's eyes out)
April has hers in a sort of Batman Cold Open. There's a super-fight going on, but she's not in it. Rather, she's reporting on it, all the while casually dodging stray fireballs and generally giving the impression that this is nothing new for her. During the fight, when the superhero gets burned by one of the villain's attacks, she helps him out completely unnoticed from the sidelines by signaling her Roserade to use Aromatherapy to heal the burn. A little while after that, it starts raining, weakening the villain's flames - to which April snarks, "Here comes Knight Sky...Dramatically late, as usual."
Madman
Magnus' debut appearance occurs with him sleeping amongst the grass in the middle of the apocalypse. He then wakes up utterly grumpy once he overhears conversation and when a particularly annoying member of the group approaches him he snaps at him like an angry dog.
Discarded and Feeling Blue
Tate, coming from an extremely poor and isolated family of just himself and his mother, was incredibly shy when two strangers had to stay at his house for the night— but still offered them his own bed to sleep in, all while trying to convince them not to pay for the shelter and food.
Currently Working On: Incorruptible Pure Pureness
Twin Mayatans Aynara and Arnaya have a number of establishing character moments, but I'll go with when they were born.
This is the first indication that Aynara and Arnaya are the two first Mayatans to be vampires.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.A chaotic Chase Scene in the rain through a labyrinth with everybody either chasing Sarquoql (the villain with Hypnotic Eyes), or Brainwashed and Crazy, is brought to a close by a new recruit to the Web of Friendship: Shale the Sleutrienn.
Sarquoql needed a landmark. He couldn't just order someone he had under his control to stand still, they were all busy fending off his pursuers. He suspected his last three right turns had looped him back to ground he'd already trod, but he hadn't seen the crossroads he'd expected. The corridor he was running down opened up into a small square with a bench and what appeared to be a statue of a little girl with a bulky floor-length skirt. Sarquoql knew better than to sit on the bench, the last bench he'd sat on in this labyrinth had turned out to be Morpho the shapeshifting robot, whose clutches he'd barely escaped.
As Sarquoql caught his breath, he visually and telepathically inspected the statue, trying to find out if it was Morpho or Arilay in disguise. No obvious metal ruled out Morpho. The texture of the wet gray unknown material slicked by the rain looked like something Arilay's nanobots could imitate, but he couldn't sense Arilay's mind in the statue. The large black eyes looked like obsidian inlays.
Sarquoql was distracted by the sound of rustling in the hedges. He spun around and saw Opal and Chlora Phyllis emerging from a mouse-sized shortcut, so he pinned them in his telekinesis with a cry of "Aha!" He lifted them up to look them in the eyes as they squeaked loudly and frantically. Just as he brought Opal under his control, suddenly he felt hands grip his neck. He couldn't scream. He couldn't hold on to the genetically enhanced mice. He was barely able to move or breathe, but somehow he twisted around to see who had ambushed him. That was no statue. The little girl was an alien he'd never seen before. That was no skirt, it was a gastropod. Her black eyes no longer looked like obsidian, they looked like impossibly deep empty pits. Sarquoql could sense a mind emerge from hiding, and his hypnotic power chased after it, but he got lost in her gaze as her mind led him down impossible distances to... something else. There was a reason her eyes looked like impossibly deep empty pits. The vast emptiness draped protectively over the newcomer's mind and Sarquoql felt more than heard the eldritch warning cry. He couldn't hear his own agonized scream over the Howling Void's torturous tones tearing at his perception.
When Sarquoql came to his senses again, he found himself glued to the muddy ground by slime, the gray girl was spreading her gastropod over him and leaning forward to shield his face from the rain. He couldn't bear to look at her serene face and her painfully empty eyes anymore, and turned his head away as best he could.
Edited by Miss_Desperado on Feb 19th 2020 at 11:44:12 AM
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.Introductory scene from a My Little Pony fanfiction
"Happy birthday dear Candleflight..."
One-year-old Candleflight didn't understand what Mommy and Daddy were singing, nor did she care. All she wanted to do was look at the pretty, pretty light on a stick stuck in a muffin. She barely noticed the small plate of a cloud the muffin was on, or the delicate wing maneuvers Mommy was using to waft the cloud along.
"Happy birthday to you!"
She didn't remember ever seeing anything like this pretty light. It danced in front of her eyes as it was set down in front of her.
"Make a wish and blow!" Candleflight's mother urged.
Candleflight wished the pretty light would stay with her forever. She took a deep breath and blew.
The light bent over away from her and disappeared.
Candleflight gasped in horror, her eyes fixated on the black tip of the stick, which now had gray lines swirling from it. The pretty light was gone! Faced with such tragedy, what else could the upset little filly do but start bawling her eyes out?
"What's the matter, dearie?" Mommy asked.
Candleflight was too upset to devote any attention to silly words.
Daddy shrugged and suggested, "How about you eat your yummy muffin?" He broke off a bite-sized chunk and waved it in front of Candleflight.
Candleflight batted away the muffin chunk and reached towards the stick, still wailing. She didn't want her muffin, she wanted the lost pretty light.
Mommy figured it out. "She liked the candle flame."
Daddy chuckled. "Apt name we gave her, then."
Candleflight stopped wailing. She had her light back!
Suddenly, Daddy noticed the relit candle. "Uh, dear, did you relight the candle?" he asked.
Mommy shook her head, "No, I didn't."
"Then who did?" Daddy asked.
Mommy and Daddy looked at the candle, then at their entranced and newly cutie-marked foal. They drew the same conclusion and spoke the same word at the same time.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
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" " Woah woah woah, don't worry, I'm the one who teleported you in here so you could have your wishes and dreams fulfilled! Everyone's happy, right? "
I stare blankly at the dragon.
" .. right? "
I walk up to the bastard and punch them in the face. "
What’s the establishing character moment for your character?
Let’s share these moment and have others share their thought on what kind of person they think your character is, so we will know if we convey their personality and abilities the way we intended.
Francis’ happened when he’s in a tavern trying to get drunk off his ass and a man named Gunther approached him and challenged him, supposedly because Francis is the “most dangerous man alive”, Francis then politely refused by saying that he is not the strongest but Gunther is not on his level yet. In a fit of rage, Gunther declared that “Francis will fight him no matter what, even if he have to force him.” and proceeded to swing his axe at him, Francis then nonchalantly stopped his axe with a fork by catching the blade of the axe between the fork’s prongs and said: “Leave me alone, kid. I’m not in the mood for this. I am just here for a drink.” All without breaking his composure.
Edited by Andermann on Feb 8th 2019 at 3:20:36 AM
I'm afraid to write, but I like to imagine.