Writing requests

intro and samples

hullo, if you are bothered to read this well done. you actually care about my feelings ;w; anywho as you can already tell I AM TAKING LE REQUESTS!!!! ima gonna be quick and simple. just leave a detailed request in the comments of this chapter and i will write it, in one of the following chapters. I will take anything, from a story about your oc to fanfic to pretty much ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!! now for some samples:

descriptive scenery:

The darkness lay upon the countryside like a heavy blanket, suffocating all brave enough to leave their home.

There were few stars in the sky that night, not even the owls and other creatures of the night dared to make a sound, only the crickets were brave enough to make their music as usual. The Blood Lily's grew everywhere in this desolate field, and the long heathered grass rustled as the breeze combed through them. There was a stream that ran through the field, the sound of water running rang through the night. The stream ran right by a small cottage in the middle of the field, made of wood and stone. The door swung open, and a girl walked onto the small patio. Her short greasy hair was as black as the night, it went about halfway down her neck, in a messy casual array, that would look crazy on anyone but her, as it brought out her dark, deadly and beautiful features. her face was dead serious, almost a frown, her crimson eyes were unmistakable, even through the dark circles and bags under her eyes. Her skin was pale, more white than anything else, and she had little if no color in her cheeks, but she wore nothing on it, not even makeup, which indicated she did not care about how she looked. She was tall, and scrawny, She wore a brown top, and over that was another top that ended above her belly button, this time pitch black, and with sleeves so long her hands were not visible, and black shorts. she looked around 14 to 15.

She sat down on the bare porch, and took a guitar from the wall. She idly strummed, playing a tune from her head. She played the whole night, and longer, until finally the sun came up. She stopped abruptly, put away her guitar and swiftly strode back into her dim house. A fog set onto the field, and it began to rain. 

 They are coming, I see that now. I can easily scoff at my idiocy. I could have done something, but i didn't. And now there is nothing left here, I am leaving, and so i leave this note for you, if you are still human enough to read this. Soon, when a change in the earth happens, something greater will happen to the human race... or whatever is left of it. Before I start with the answer, I will give you the question. I still wonder if you, last human on earth, will laugh at our human mistakes like she did, or maybe dream of a change like he did... or you would try to help them... like I did.

"I ran... Running... The muscles in my legs tensed again and again as I ran. Why was I running? Why?

Why was every single thing I knew and loved tossed away or improved?

Why am i the last person?

Why was life destroyed?

Why?

"Why" is a very ranged question, it could be interrogative, direct, or in my case... dead. I didn't know if I was scared, actually, I guess I was dead scared. And then I did the one thing that I should not have done..... I looked back...."

character design: 

Luia

Role: Protagonist
Motivation: excluding Anya; after losing all her life has to offer she began to obey her feeling and instincts becoming more wild and primal. She is quite unpredictable and unkempt so her goal varies on how she feels.