Bracatus Basic Character Layout by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Bracatus Basic Character Layout
Name: Bracatus
Age: 32 (in human years)
Height: 7 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 430 lbs.
Skin: White
Eyes: Pale Yellow, Cat Slit pupil
Basic over all description: Big ears, white, scaly skin, very tall, and very, VERY muscular. Of course, this means he's very strong, too.
Strengths: Good eyesight in the dark, Very acute sense of smell and hearing, Very agile, very strong. His teeth are hidden inside his gums when he doesn't need them, but when he goes in for the final kill (bites through the jugular) They come out. Kind of like Toothless from HTTYD. He's armed like all hell. He has knives all over his body, (I'll draw it all later when I feel like it
Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2
I was standing on the beach, cool breezes and grey skies signaling a coming storm.
Two men are standing in front of me, questioning me.
"When is the last time you've been swimming in Rehobeth?" He asks me.
"I don't know, last Summer?" I reply.
"I see," says the other one.
I cross my arms and look at Gabby, her brow is creased in worry.
"And have you any unusual medical conditions? Such as Ichthyosis vulgaris, or any similar rashes or skin diseases?" The man writes something on his clipboard, and one of the men in the HazMat suits starts unloading a trunk of odd equipment.
I give the man a suspicious look. "Umm, nooo... What kind of questions
Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1
As he walked on set, I was rather impressed. I was so eager, so ready to finally have that concrete proof of mermaids, my childhood dream.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, all my high hopes had been dashed and dragged through the mud.
"Are mermaids real? Has the U.S. Navy been hiding them from us all along? giving conspiracy after conspiracy to cover them up? Well, today I'm here with Doctor Paul Robertson, who claims mermaids are real, and have even recorded them."
Then it jump cuts to Paul himself, beard unkempt and crow's feet on each of his eyes.
My jaw dropped. "Doctor" Paul Robertson looked like the Stereotype for the kind of person
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel Incorporation by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel Incorporation
My name is Joshua.
I was Twelve years old when my small town was invaded with Weasels.
Weasels. Sounds silly, right?
Well these Weasels invaded my town, and killed almost 90% of everyone living in it.
To this day, I don't know why.
From then on, I've been living in a foster house for six years.
I'm Eighteen now.
My foster parents are really nice, they're an old couple who live in the suburbs.
I personally don't like the suburbs. I prefer my old dingy down, where everyone kept to themselves.
Here, everyone knows everyone. And everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. To them, I'm just the "Quiet Emo Kid".
I do enjoy it, though. I can't com
Dream Entry #3: Under Water Apocalypse Part 1 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #3: Under Water Apocalypse Part 1
I'm in my apartment in Arkansas, and I wake up to the sun shining on my face through a crack in the curtains.
But something about the light, the way it shines, it's not right. Something's wrong.
I look out the window, daring to peel back the curtain just a bit...
I look around outside. I scream when I look to the sky. The too-tall trees of the forest out back have been swallowed by water.
Only the tips of the trees poked above the surface.
Yet, I see people outside.
Hanging on their porches, as if nothing is amiss.
Mom is outside, playing with King, the stray dog. She's happy, everyone outside is happy. Do they not realize everything is under
Dream Entry #2: Under Water Breathing by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #2: Under Water Breathing
I can hear all the noises of life. People talking in my ears, cars passing by on wet streets. Honking, beeping, buyers yelling at sellers to lower the price. Fireworks, laughing, babies crying, the sizzling of dinner being prepared, crackling of fire...
All these sounds get so intense, so loud, I feel like my head is about to explode. Then, a bright, white light, and suddenly I'm falling into crystal clear sea water. I plunge in and the noises stop.
I open my eyes, a slight sting, and I start swimming.
I begin to physically feel my lungs ache for air. The scenery is so beautiful, I don't want to go back up. Because as soon as I do, the noises
Dream Entry #1: Denness needs help. by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #1: Denness needs help.
I walked down the street from my house, around 5 a.m.
My sandals were sure to catch every sharp rock on my way to the baseball park, packing on about 20 minutes to trip, having to stop every time to take off my shoes.
Upon reaching my destination, I walked up the dusty sidewalk to one of the dugouts that sat on the near left side of the field.
This park is hardly ever used for games, and, is surprisingly clean, for all it's guests that consist mainly of drug dealers, hookers, etc.
But when the park is empty, it is peaceful.
I look into the dugout, which is flooded from last night's heavy rain.
I take off my sandals and bravely enter the water
Bracatus Basic Character Layout by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Bracatus Basic Character Layout
Name: Bracatus
Age: 32 (in human years)
Height: 7 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 430 lbs.
Skin: White
Eyes: Pale Yellow, Cat Slit pupil
Basic over all description: Big ears, white, scaly skin, very tall, and very, VERY muscular. Of course, this means he's very strong, too.
Strengths: Good eyesight in the dark, Very acute sense of smell and hearing, Very agile, very strong. His teeth are hidden inside his gums when he doesn't need them, but when he goes in for the final kill (bites through the jugular) They come out. Kind of like Toothless from HTTYD. He's armed like all hell. He has knives all over his body, (I'll draw it all later when I feel like it
Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #4 The Body Lost Part 2
I was standing on the beach, cool breezes and grey skies signaling a coming storm.
Two men are standing in front of me, questioning me.
"When is the last time you've been swimming in Rehobeth?" He asks me.
"I don't know, last Summer?" I reply.
"I see," says the other one.
I cross my arms and look at Gabby, her brow is creased in worry.
"And have you any unusual medical conditions? Such as Ichthyosis vulgaris, or any similar rashes or skin diseases?" The man writes something on his clipboard, and one of the men in the HazMat suits starts unloading a trunk of odd equipment.
I give the man a suspicious look. "Umm, nooo... What kind of questions
Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #4: The Body Lost Part 1
As he walked on set, I was rather impressed. I was so eager, so ready to finally have that concrete proof of mermaids, my childhood dream.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, all my high hopes had been dashed and dragged through the mud.
"Are mermaids real? Has the U.S. Navy been hiding them from us all along? giving conspiracy after conspiracy to cover them up? Well, today I'm here with Doctor Paul Robertson, who claims mermaids are real, and have even recorded them."
Then it jump cuts to Paul himself, beard unkempt and crow's feet on each of his eyes.
My jaw dropped. "Doctor" Paul Robertson looked like the Stereotype for the kind of person
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel Incorporation by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Nightmare Entry #1: The Weasel Incorporation
My name is Joshua.
I was Twelve years old when my small town was invaded with Weasels.
Weasels. Sounds silly, right?
Well these Weasels invaded my town, and killed almost 90% of everyone living in it.
To this day, I don't know why.
From then on, I've been living in a foster house for six years.
I'm Eighteen now.
My foster parents are really nice, they're an old couple who live in the suburbs.
I personally don't like the suburbs. I prefer my old dingy down, where everyone kept to themselves.
Here, everyone knows everyone. And everyone thinks they know me, but they don't. To them, I'm just the "Quiet Emo Kid".
I do enjoy it, though. I can't com
Dream Entry #3: Under Water Apocalypse Part 1 by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #3: Under Water Apocalypse Part 1
I'm in my apartment in Arkansas, and I wake up to the sun shining on my face through a crack in the curtains.
But something about the light, the way it shines, it's not right. Something's wrong.
I look out the window, daring to peel back the curtain just a bit...
I look around outside. I scream when I look to the sky. The too-tall trees of the forest out back have been swallowed by water.
Only the tips of the trees poked above the surface.
Yet, I see people outside.
Hanging on their porches, as if nothing is amiss.
Mom is outside, playing with King, the stray dog. She's happy, everyone outside is happy. Do they not realize everything is under
Dream Entry #2: Under Water Breathing by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #2: Under Water Breathing
I can hear all the noises of life. People talking in my ears, cars passing by on wet streets. Honking, beeping, buyers yelling at sellers to lower the price. Fireworks, laughing, babies crying, the sizzling of dinner being prepared, crackling of fire...
All these sounds get so intense, so loud, I feel like my head is about to explode. Then, a bright, white light, and suddenly I'm falling into crystal clear sea water. I plunge in and the noises stop.
I open my eyes, a slight sting, and I start swimming.
I begin to physically feel my lungs ache for air. The scenery is so beautiful, I don't want to go back up. Because as soon as I do, the noises
Dream Entry #1: Denness needs help. by Onigiri379, literature
Literature
Dream Entry #1: Denness needs help.
I walked down the street from my house, around 5 a.m.
My sandals were sure to catch every sharp rock on my way to the baseball park, packing on about 20 minutes to trip, having to stop every time to take off my shoes.
Upon reaching my destination, I walked up the dusty sidewalk to one of the dugouts that sat on the near left side of the field.
This park is hardly ever used for games, and, is surprisingly clean, for all it's guests that consist mainly of drug dealers, hookers, etc.
But when the park is empty, it is peaceful.
I look into the dugout, which is flooded from last night's heavy rain.
I take off my sandals and bravely enter the water
How the fuck do squirrels balance so well?
I see them doing ninja shit all the time, I don't even know.
There's gotta be some kind of gravitational polarity bending type shit in their tails or something.
I dunno.