Writing

Rogtuk has a lot to reflect on while traveling the Paperverse.

A simple compendium with all of Soulas' attacks and combats (only counting Solocast)

Follow the Clydesdale tailor, Varick, on his quest to become a renown stylist throughout the portal network.

Dirge gained the companionship of his first wisp by pure luck. Since then, he hadn't been able to convince another to join his side. One day, his wisp companion leads him to a cave where a lonely wisp taking the form of an eel lurks.

Hurricane season. Those two words always annoyed Alzoru. Sure, shi wasn’t super bothered by them, being aquatic and living in a cave where most everything was waterproof by design. That wasn’t the issue. No, the real issue was that the storms made a huge mess of the fruit trees! Those trees were a major source of income for hir, dangit! Shi sighed and decided shi might as well patrol the coast for any land-walkers.

Hir tail swished behind hir as shi kept to the depths, away from the roiling waves, and more importantly the lightning Shi swam gracefully, passing through holes in the rocks and reefs, and keeping an eye at the surface… Shi stared forwards and up, until shi saw a shape in the water. A human shape. Shi rocketed to the surface, and wrapped hir arm around the individual before swimming back home on the surface, trying to keep the person alive and breathing. Shi had to punch a reef shark in the nose to make it leave hir charge alone, and shi growled at this. Shi took the unconscious individual, and realized that hir cave’s entrance was totally submerged. Shi took the person’s neck, and melted parts of their skin, forming a set of gills on them to make sure they didn’t drown.

After about 5 minutes of swimming, Alzoru was able to bring the poor sap into hir cave and set them on the couch, finally getting a good look at the person. It was a blonde elf man, and shi returned him to normal, taking the gills away as shi let him rest. Shi began to cook up a meal for hirself and hir guest, hoping that the elven male would be well-rested.

Seafood pasta with garden salad and crepes, a fine dinner. The scent of food was enough to awaken the elf, which got him sitting up. His green eyes darted about and saw the cave and he hyperventilated a bit, “Am I dead? Is this hell?” He asked, panting and holding himself.

“I saved you. You are alive.” Shi said, and sat at the table. “Come and dine with the lord and lady.”

“A sexy dragon?! But… Okay, I must be dreaming, dragons are never this hot!” He told himself.

“Shut up and eat your pasta,” Alzoru demanded, and the elf walked to the table, slurping up the pasta and shrimp.

He smiled and ate with gusto, finding the meal quite a treat! He slurped up more of the magnificent pasta with its secret sauce, and he ate the salad as well. “Wow! That’s really good! If only I wasn’t dreaming!” He said with a satisfied smile.

“Oh you poor elf. I’m very real. Kobolds, pinch him, please.” Shi ordered, and they obeyed by pinching him on the butt, which he screamed to.

“OW!” He yelled, “Okay, I guess I’m awake… Thank you, miss dragon.” He said with a blush and ate his crepe dessert.

“You’re welcome. Stay here for a few days until the hurricane passes, elf boy. You’ll be safe in my cave.” Shi offered.

“Thank you, you’re too kind. I’m Auron. Who are you?”

“Lord and Lady Alzoru.” Shi answered and ate hir crepe.

After a few days, she sent him off and gave his a few potions of water breathing along with potions of swift swimming just in case he needed them. After all, the sea could be treacherous!

Mainly used for weekly prompts and side stories. Follow the elusive Eliza as she takes a break from all the madness for more lighthearted adventures... kind of? :) They aren't canon to the main story unless I say they are.

Main story (idk if u want bro): https://www.paperdemon.com/app/writing/view/64348/1

A written short story just about the two. This is to expand upon Stella and Käreitär's bond.

Let me write a short wholesome story with these two because I can't draw everything all the time, oof. Also, I might reveal some canon bits of the two here and there.

groff has a weird experience with a present

(divider by @pumpkincatcarnival on toyhouse!) 

In this short story, young adventurer Liam embarks on a quest to prove himself against a rat infestation plaguing his village. As he confronts his doubts and fears in the dim light of the forest, an unexpected encounter with the mysterious shark-man, Soulas, changes him to the core.

Skade's adventures in the Isle of Fangs setting.

the Collection of Battles for Present for Gabi as Kassin survive his holitday season in Paperverse

Jordini has always loved to write, not just as a responsibility to summon her characters, but also as a genuinely fun experience. But one day, she decides to test a theory from the safety of her study, and goes to her imaginary world. Join her as she tries to find her characters.

Just some literature that idk where else to store in

Taggart is ready to have his adventures 

A series of unrecieved letters written by the former Librarian, Callisto, and Callisto's partner, Tethys, during Callisto's  expedition up the river systems.

For Dimah's written entries.

Suika undergoes a great an unusual test to her skill as an occultist

CW: Corpse and necromancy, swearing

6. What is an unconventional way you can draw or write your character using their element?

(Titlecard render is simply an eyecatch and not to be 'graded'. Models were created by me using permission-allowed parts, background is under a CC0 liscense)

Just a small story to get my feet wet with this whole thing! This short story documents the life and times of Blank's trusty staff.

All about Hayano's written submissions.

A black portal suddenly appears out of nowhere. It swirls in circle while distorting the scinery around it. Dima who is at front of it curiously reached her hand towards it. Upon contact, the air she felt from the tip of her finger felt different from where she currently is. “Looks like this is a portal that leads to another place.” She thought as a rough deduction because it felt different at the other side. After thinking for a moment, she decided to enter the gate to a new world.

The luster green she used to see is now gone as she opens her eyes. The place she is at now is filled with machinery like a manifestation of a sci-fi story. No natural life form is found, but the place is not empty. Everyone around here is made of metal or something that is not organic. As she moves around, she saw some small ball-shaped robots made of intricately interlocking gears and at the sky are some unmanned ships with massive energy wings that prevent lightning from striking the aircities. What a wonderful view, one might actually think, but for Dimah, its boring. The air is filled with monotonous sound of ether striking of iron from the building or the marching metal that strikes the ground. Dimah sighs without trying to hide her disappointment when suddenly, a mechanical attendant confronts her.

“Welcome to Avangard traveler, how can I help you”, a mechanical attendant said as it bows down and reach its artificial hand towards her.

“I’m looking for a place to stay for a few days.” She replied normally without showing any emotion, not even being shocked of the sudden encounter.

“As you wish my lady.” It said and bowed down again before leading the way.

The two walked around as the attendant talk about the historical value of each place they pass through. Dimah, doesn’t mind the carefree attitude of the attendant. It’s not like it will have any difference at all against a robot, she thought. After a few minutes of walk, they finally arrived. At front is a big metal door that automatically opened when it detected the two. A mechanical voice started to come from the door, “Welcome to the inn. How can we help you?”

Upon entering the inn, a robot in a butler attire behind the counter greeted her the same way as the door. “Welcome to the inn. How can we help you?”

The attendant that guided her butt in before Dimah can reply, “My job here is done traveler. Good luck with your stay here.” It then walked away facing backward while waving its hand from you then twist its waist to face the direction its walking through.

When the guide can no longer be seen, Dimah then replied to the butler like robot, “How much does it cost for staying here”?

“Ten grams of gold per night”, it replied.

Dimah thought for a bit and decided that she will need at least two days to tour the whole place and replied, “Two nights then”. She then reaches out a big coin of gold.

The butler like robot received the coin and analyzed it and replied, “Payment received confirmed. Analyzing payment value, twenty-two grams. Preparing laser to cut for exchange.” The left pointer finger of the robot turned into a laser and cut a chunk of the coin. It then gave it to Dima, “Transaction complete, here is the key to your room. It will be at floor eleven.”

She takes the key and walks towards the elevator. Inside the elevator, the other side of the wall is made of glass so anyone who ride it can enjoy the view. But then again, it’s a useless feature if everyone who live here are artificial life form.

“Ting” the elevator sounded as it reached the destinated floor. Dimah walked out and started looking for her room. While strolling on the floor, another robot greeted and asked for her key. She gave her the key and the robot started to analyze it. After a few seconds, the robot started to move with its little wheels while saying this way as it now knows where the room is. The small wheels are designed to be gentle with the majestic red carpet below, so it won’t be damaged. After a few turns, they are now in front of the room that matches the numbers on the key.

“We are now here. Please excuse me.” The robot said as it bowed and moved away.

The door does not have any keyhole but when Dimah moved the key closer, it automatically opened. White smoke scaped from the door as a gentle breeze pushed it out. It gave the guest an excite factor while slowly showing the luxurious interior. But then again, Dimah is indifferent. She already saw a lot of things from the past for such a thing to excite her. Like the elevator, one of the walls of the room is made of mirror. She stood near it to make a clear view of Avangard. As she thought, everything is artificial. There is no natural beauty inside it. To here, the place is almost useless if it can’t serve the living, makes her wonder what the creator is thinking when he made this place. Did he eradicate all living things to make a space for his machines, or this place does not have any living things on it in the first place? Dimah shakes her hade while deeming its not important. She then opened the case of her guitar and asked, “Can you sense something here?” A brief silence, then a sinister melody started to play inside. Dima closed the case as if she understands what it means with just a few beats. She gets out of her room and out of the inn. She now meets the metallic noise she heard when she just got here. She then pulls her hood on and take a step towards the direction that is the center of Avangard.

A sequel to The Written Works set after the story has taken place, showing Jordini's struggle to adjust back to the real world. Join her showing more about this written world, and coming back only to realize that nothing in it make any sort of sense.

Noteii navigates the holiday trafffic

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 long road ahead, a slime suddenly jumps out from a push at the sideline. Dimah noticed it and dodged. Dodging it is actually easy since its slow. And waiting for its next attack is quite boring as well. She uncovered her guitar and played a song. The wind danced as she flickers the strings to complete her chant to paralyze the already slow-moving slime. She then unsheathes a sword hidden within the guitar as the slime trembles like it also knows what’s fear is. She then stabbed the slime with it. It’s like stabbing a sticky water with the very little resistance. It’s not difficult but disgusting, some particle is still on the sword. While returning the sword inside the guitar, it screeched in discontent, like asking her to wash it off before putting it back. She posed for a bit, but still shove it in after like it’s not her problem at all.

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.