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STORYBOARD TIME! With Writing!

Here's where I put my completed Comics, Whether I paired them with Audios on a Social Media platform, you'll be able to find them compiled here! I'd love to make someone elses' stories come to life, but for now! some of these ones are mine! >=DAlong with Snippets of Regular writings I've done, including but not limited to:

If these sound right for you you're in the right place! These are for my world building, for my possible script line writings, & more. The Storyboards will be on Display below, there is a Trigger list to brace yourselves from the art! Heads up!

Short Stories

Emberic Wiped the sweat from his brow, Panting as he slung his pickaxe over his shoulder. Coughing dust from the Mines of Maker’s Hand. He’d been mining all day in Pointer’s Peak. Holding up some Chromite, tossing it into the burlap sack. A piece of gold hidden beneath the curled toes in his boot. He needed it patched. Three of his toes sticking out of his left shoe.
He had a few minutes to leave the caves, mark the few tunnels that had collapsed, and convene with Curtis a bit outside the entrances. Climbing through the space like the jackal rats that burrowed in the cursed sands. This… was usually as bad as it got.Climbing out the wind whipped at his face. Making him pull up the green sand scarf around his head. The gleaming lights of Scarab dune shined beneath. Gleaming despite being made of scraps and the meshpit of sandstone. The night was bright with the two moons above, the lights of whatever fire and lightbulbs still burning it was a sight that made his eyes gleam. That was his home, he had a lovely wife, skin like palm leaves dusted like cocoa with the sand she managed to stick to herself. There’d be enough for the two of them for date night. Maybe a Frolic by the Oasis… that sounded nice. To kiss her under the cool moonlight and lay on sand that couldn’t burn them.He could practically feel it. Until Curtis Gave him a Noogie. Knocking loose his dark brown curls. He needed to shave soon. Turning his head to the Blond headed grinning idiot to his right“How was tonight? Any luck on the Uranium deposits in your quadrant?” Asked Curtis in that sing song tone of his.“No. All I got was Chromite today. Tunnels are closing left and right now days, think it might be time to move along again?”“Oh come on. Still believe the old Wives tale that the mountains swallow up invaders and reclaim what’s theirs? We grew out of that story when we were sixteen! Lighten up. Late twenties and doing well! Your lady love certainly gives you luck. This is your 4th time swapping mountains, and some haven’t caved with you in them!” Curtis snorted. Putting on his own tattery head scarf on. A mangled mesh of strings torn apart. With burn holes left and right. A bright Fushia thing. It reminded Emberic of Some Preserve jars he’d manage to scrounge money for in the Market, Or of Blood… just a little too pink to be right.“Yeah. And you’ve been in 16 mountains. You’re lucky you got out. But don’t jinx this one please. I’m hoping we strike it rich here. Even if there are Taxes taken!” Emberic picked up a small stone, scanned it for any extra mineral. Then tossed it below. Squatting down. Keeping his feet on the ground and nothing more. His wife would surely kill him if she had to wash out more sand than necessary.“Ah, that either means I know how to collapse a mountain with my fair share, or that I know how to dig my way out from 6 feet under!” Curtis cackled. Picking up his water flask and taking a swig. Theo Water Dribbled over the many scars he’d collected. From the corner of his upper left lip to practically the full right half of his face. Spilling on Dented armor as his Pyrite Eyes looked onward “They’ve been limiting our supplies for weeks. If they make us halve our water again maybe I should learn how to collapse mountains. Crush them in the one hand they don’t expect to close. Maker’s hand Itself.”
This made Emberic turn. Looking left and right, then give a good chop on Curtis’ thick skull. “You have to be careful! Any eyes and ears would kill you for that Twaddle talk. Half our livelihoods are in those mountains, let alone if Orisian ears find out. You know they take any rebellious action as if it were against them. It’ll just make everything worse.”“Yeah yeah. I’ve got it. You’ll go grey and old before you have kids at this rate-“ Curtis Crooned, rubbing his head. “That hurt you know!”Emberic rolled his eyes, nudging Curtis over “Well, I might be Old and Grey when I get kids, but at least I will have gotten enough to set them up for life, or a better one at least. With the rates of even living ankle deep in sand costs, I gotta work harder. To hell with the Taxes.”“Well said… better get running Lover Boy! Your wife will be waiting. Must be nice to have someone waiting with a warm embrace at home. All I got is Family who know I owe them to. We all drown in debt… don’t let it blind ya from the future you can have. Whatever kid you have someday sure would be lucky to know your kindness.”
“Yeah… just gotta keep livin’” Emberic Sighed, Getting up, a casual salute before Sliding down the slope, skidding down before walking the trek home. He was just glad he didn’t have Curtis “Accident” Brickenstone’s Bad luck.He’d been in 16 mountains. All collapsed and most of them left him scarred. He was missing chunks of his ear. Meanwhile he’d made himself scarce, going to whatever mining company will have him, working temp, then scurrying off when the walls of his tunnels groaned with the overbearing sigh he was all too familiar with. Emberic knew for certain he didn’t want to keep too close. Lest he be caught in the crossfire today and truly prove his own luck.

TRIGGER WARNING. YOU MAY SEE UNCOMFORTABLE TOPICS.

Which may include!-Gore
-Guns
-Blood
-Violence
-Drug Use
-Experimentation
-Smoking
-Rituals/Magic
-Horror
-Eyes/Staring
-Bugs
-Fire
-Self Harm
-Traumatic Accidents
-Death/Depictions of Suicide
-Cannibalism
-Some hate Topics (One comic was for a 1980s setting and we all made the characters LGBTQIA+)If any of these are you, nows your cue to look away (Idk How to spoiler images for viewer Discretion.) Be Mindful as this list may change as I mature or the content I make does. Much of these are fake Scenarios from 3-4 D&D Horror Campaigns in which I am a player of. Be mindful!

Storyboards! (Most the TW List is Visualized in these)