Writing Critique Requested

3. You arrive home. The guest you ordered the present for is due to arrive soon. It's time to spruce up your place and yourself for the visit. Draw or write about your character preparing for your guest's visit. Do they put on a fancy outfit? Or an obnoxiously holiday themed one? Do they bake something delicious? Do they hang mistletoe? Do they notice things nearby where they set the gift... disappearing?

A story that follows Issac, a member of the Kemuma race.

Once a mere farmer now homeless after failing to pay his bills.

The creator steals Baal's clothes, and now he has to wear hers. For now.

What is your character's favorite item they like to carry with them? Why? Draw or write about your character with their item.

A college professor investigates an anomaly while his student follows him to a portal.

Clock has been living and fending for himself outside the walls, the massive dounting walls. It's finally time to enter, however a small robot in a world of humanoids isn't going to easily get passed border patrol. 

Ov-3r Clock is a small robot. However, with the help of the Ov-3r Drive sheild he's not to small anymore. And now here he is, testing the waters of a power he knows little about. 

Porter fixed her talisman, the opal necklace often itched, however, she never removed it, she was strolling down a ravine, and her sense was well in the lacking, she nearly slipped and did her best to keep off the edge. She did her best not to, but the wet edge was taunting her. Her oak bow gripped firmly, her sheath still wet from the day's earlier rain. She slid her palm and fingers across the side of the ravine, she glanced at the rushing, ruthless waters crashing through underneath her feet, the ledge she was walking along was barely wide enough to walk normally. Her focus was only broken by the shrill and ear-threatening scream. Porter looked over the edge, her stomach already doing flips, the water underneath, crashing and eroding the ravine wall made her feel sick to the stomach. Her eyes darted across the walls, but nothing, she could see nothing, just wet rock, and a violent river. She finally caught a glance of a small brunette elf, gripping the ledge a few hundred feet away, and then she felt it, a small drop of water gently landing on the tip of Porter's nose. She gasped and looked at the heavy dark clouds. More drops of rain fell, light at first but with every step Porter took to help to other Elf it seemed to grow harder. The elf's fingers slipped with the slippery rock. One of her hands fell to her side, as she screamed again, Porter leaped for her, her feet gave under her landing and she herself nearly flung off the edge, if her palms and forearms hadn’t caught her, her chin would have her jaw would be cracked or even broken. The sharp dripping rocks scrapped her skin, she could feel the sting rippling up her nervous system. She yelped and sat up as quickly as she could, rubbing her sore stinging arms and hands. She glanced at the elf, looking desperate with her one hand threatening to let her body go, falling into the raging waters that would swallow her whole, smashing her against rocks, and beating her to a pulp in an instant. Porter couldn’t let that happen. She scrambled to her feet, clinging to the wall as she struggled to draw back her bow, the arrow pointed right at the girl, the arrowhead dripping with rain. She drew back on the drawstring launching an arrow at the girl's fingertips, then she shot another, they sliced into the rock in front of the girl who let out a squeak as they struck the stone. Soon she caught Porter's plan, her unattached arm swung up and grabbed the arrow supporting her weight, her other hand broke from the ledge and grabbed the other arrow, Porter with a final effort launched at her, grabbing her wrists and wincing at her screeching palms, hauling her up the ledge, exhausted, wet and traumatized, the two elven girls sat panting, staring at each other with new affection.

A series of short writing based around my character, Nebula. 

Eliza Lowery is many things. Responsible is not one of them. While she lives in the present, she wonders about her future, what kind she wants, and what she should do to secure it. That is if she has one to begin with. 

Ferris doesn'r know how he got here. One moment he was looking for unlucky travelers who had gotten lost so he could steal their food, and the next he was being chased by a giant slime. He doesn't want to become slime food and he has to think of something to do--fast.

As Lady Dominicale readies her campsite for the night, she thinks idly of the Seer who helped her discover her Latent Element.

Prompt: Did your character have a mentor who taught them how to use their element? Explore that relationship through art or story.

This might be a bit longer than intended lmao. I got carried away with my idea of Seers, mentors for hire in noble society who help kids manifest their elements. I have no idea if there's actual lore for this sort of thing and if my idea is totally bonkers. But if you get through the whole thing, thanks for reading! Comments and critique would be greatly appreciated. Also lore, if you know the lore. Thank uuu

Noteii and his opinions on doing the dishes

Ferris has had a long day. Taking care of his sisters, making sure they don't get into any trouble, stealing food working to earn food. Now all he needs is some downtime to rest and recooperate...but that doesn't mean he's going to be spending it alone.

A collection of Baal's journeys through various portals.

How Baal discovered his abilities. Also, I know that this fits the prompt really losely, so lmk if it doesn't fit.

Fun mini stories that give you and idea of what Caroline is like.

Max has his first fight. How will that go over?

If only things had gone differently.. Maybe Max would have turned out differently.

Avalon, a wolf with many duties and horrors to fight, does indeed have downtime. He also has chores that he tends to put off.