Memes

Here they are with shadows and backgrounds.

Some art I did of the Dreamswap characters. They have been plushified.

Testing out a new way of drawing.

Posting a copy of a story I wrote on Ao3 here. Please enjoy, this sis my first attempt at getting into writing.

Link to Ao3 already posted (:

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Laughter filled the small town. It echoed throughout the valley, across the hills of rolling green, as the children ran and played amongst the tall grass o the outskirts of the village. “Tag! You’re it!” Cried one of Ember’s brother’s, running away before he could be tagged back. Ember gave chase, twisting and turning, attempting to tag one of the group. The game continued for a few hours before a voice called out, “Kids! It’s time for food.” At once, the game was forgotten about as Ember, her siblings and friends all ran back to the village, and parted ways to their respective homes.

Once Ember, her brothers and sisters had successfully been seated at the dinner table, her mother presented them with a feast of spring rolls, fried rice and a Peking Duck. Without a second thought, the children began stuffing their faces with anything they could get their hands on. “Wait a moment children. What do you say to your mother for preparing this wonderful meal for you?” Ember’s dad spoke aloud. “Thank you, mum!” Replied a chorus of high-pitched voices. Ember’s mum only giggled in response, lovingly admiring the beautiful family she had been gifted. All of them savoured the moment, thankful that they had one another, nothing could ever tear them apart.

Once dinner was finished and cleaned up, the children scurried to fulfil their nightly routines and head to bed. Ember’s parents came to each child, bidding them goodnight with a kiss on the forehead, before they came to Ember. “Goodnight dear, sleep tight and we’ll see you in the morning.” “Goodnight mum, goodnight dad. Love you.” “We love you too dear.” They whispered softly exiting the room while turning off the light. Ember stared at the ceiling, reminiscing about the day she had, and all the fun things she’d do with her siblings when morning came. Maybe they’d play in the crystal stream under the clear, blue sky or, they’d weave in and out of the green forest, dancing among the rays of light, shining through the canopy of leaves. Ember smiled to herself, imagining all the things she could do as she drifted into a calm and peaceful slumber.

Ember awoke. Screams pierced through the dark night, the terror that accompanied was almost unbearable, full of pain and sorrow. “UP! UP! CHILDREN, GET UP!” Ember’s mother roared, throwing open all the doors in the house. As she threw open Ember’s door an orange glow invaded her room, bathing it in a hellish light. “CHILDREN, COME HERE!” Continued her mother, gathering all her siblings and dragging them outside. By now the flames had spread, engulfing the family home as the roof collapsed in on itself. Looking around, Ember could see what was once her village, now a battlefield of fire. The panic in the air was suffocating, the smoke clung to her throat, attempting to strange her. “Where’s dad?” Asked one of Ember’s younger sisters, tears streaming from her eyes, which captured the horrors around them in the reflection. “He’s ok. He just went to help the other villagers stop the attackers.” Ember’s mother reassured. “He’ll be back,” she said, even though she didn’t believe her own words.

Crowds ran through the streets, their cries merged together like a symphony of death. Ember and her family rushed to the edge of the town, almost there, just within reach, then suddenly…. There was a bright light, and time froze.

The impact of the explosion threw Ember across the rest of the town and into the clearing. Ember weakly grasped at the air, no longer feeling her mothers’ hand in her grip. Looking up with bleary eyes, she saw the ash and smoke twirl in little wafts into the shadowed sky above, bits of ignited debris rained from the sky, blurring together into a demonic watercolour painting. Pushing her aching body upwards, her bearings came to her, the ringing in her ears stopped but was soon replaced by what can only be described as hell on Earth. Screams of terror, horror and agony was all that could be heard. Twisted figures of burning flesh clawed at the flame scorched ground as the skin melted off their skulls revealing hollow sockets and grinning teeth. Ember could only stare in shock as her family flailed before her, trapped under fallen debris, crying, begging for someone to save them, someone to end this horrible pain. Ember let out a blood-curdling scream as all she could see around her were the burning bodies of those she loved, those she used to know. The smiles she woke up to everyday were now replaced with skeletal jaws, eyes so full of wonder and joy had now burned away to nothing but emptiness. Ember screamed until she couldn’t, the smell of charred flesh permeated through the air, making her feel nauseous and ill. All she could do was watch as everything she loved everything she ever knew, went up in a blazing inferno. The memories of family picnics and tranquil dinners now forever replaced with the final moments of her family’s torturous agony.

Ember awoke. She didn’t remember falling asleep. Pain racked her burned body, all the aches served as a reminder of the horrors of the previous night. Her throat felt like sandpaper and all she had cried all her tears. Ember sat up, turning to look at the village, or where it used to be. The burning piles of rubble and the skeletal corpses, turned black by soot, were the only indication it had ever existed. The blank stares met her own, but she couldn’t feel a thing only... emptiness. Walking through the rubble, she searched for something, anything, but there was nothing left. Sitting down by the remnants of the fountain she curled in on herself and accepted her fate.

After what felt like years, wandering around this ghost town, surrounded by the dead, something happened. Ember heard a noise in the distance. Did she want to look? It could be the attackers coming back to finish her off? Did she really care? Or should she do something? Tearing her gaze from her knees, Ember turned towards the source of the disturbance. A group of royal soldiers marched towards her. Quickly looking for something to defend herself with she found a Katana, grasped in the cold grip of a nearby skeleton. Ember recognised this Katana, it was a family heirloom, but what was it doing here? Pushing down her curiosity, she seized the Katana from the skeletal grip and stood to face the enemy.  Closer and closer they came, until they finally arrived. Preparing to fight, Ember was surprised when the ran past her to inspect the dead for any signs of life but she knew it would be to no avail. They were gone.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Commander Kano, Ember Samatra Additional Tags: Angst, Horror, Body Horror, Fire, Arson, Weapons, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Death, Mystery, Backstory, Canon Backstory Summary:

First time uploading artwork here.