Violettathehedgehog

 CREATION Character's Full Real Name:   Other Names:   Age (Lived Years):   Original or Fan Character:   Profile Creation Date:   Profile Picture: PHYSICAL SPECS Species:   Race:   Blood Father:   Blood Mother:   Physical Age:   Genotypical Gender:   Physical Gender:   Virginity: Hair Colour(s):   Hair Texture:   Hair Length / Cut:   Eye Lashes:   Eyebrows:   Body Hair:   Body Hair Colour(s):   Skin Tone(s):   Iris Colour(s):   Pupil Colour(s):   Sclera Colour(s):   Eye Shape:   Ear Type:   Fingernails / Foreclaws:   Toenails / Hind Claws:   Nail / Claw C

Wing's Guide to OC Creation …You know, I still can't believe I'm actually doing this… Ah, well. Welcome one and all to my slight break from writing Fanfiction (I swear I'll get back to it soon, I just need to get that stupid part for my computer at home, since I have no time to update/no way to reach my betas at school. 'Mutters darkly') to lend a helping hand to anyone who's interested! If you didn't get the concept in the summary, I'm WingsOfMorphius and I'm here to offer you some tips and tricks to character creation to help you avoid the dreaded Mary/Gary Sues. DEFINITION; To start, I'm gonna educate you guys on exactly what a Mary/Ga

If you had learned one thing about Link after all these years of traveling with him, it was that he had an gargantuan sweet tooth. You had paid close attention to the young man as you both strolled through Castle Town. (And it definitely was not because you liked him!) You would watch as his gaze restlessly touched over everything in sight, examining all of the wares for sale with tireless curiosity. Even though he so-eagerly drank in his surroundings, he never stopped to admire anything up close. It was almost as if nothing meant enough for the busy hero to stop him in his tracks... Well, except for one thing. Whenever you passed by a can

Today I awoke to bright sunshine that blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes.  Today was nothing too special except there would be a meteor shower today, how exciting. However, it was too early in the morning to be excited about anything. Luckily for me it was Saturday so I sleep in until whenever.  Well… at least a time when I can get dressed and see the meteor shower on time. But it was at night anyway. I glanced over at my phone that was resting next to me on my (f/c) nightstand. It was 11:15…. Wow, I’m really proud of myself today. No… seriously. I would usually sleep until 1 P.M (when there wasn’t school

Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced at the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He couldn't take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son. Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older,