For those curious, the name of the projects I currently have are Argent Blood, Benelim, Beholder, Beholden, Eki(Place-holder), Gaze of the Gorgon, King's Revenant, King's Revenant: Dark Age, Oracle, Our Sonder, Syrun(Place-holder), Themadon(Place-holder), Wiccan, and a few other unnamed ones, such as the high fantasy medieval AU of a game known as Dead Space.
So, I have a new project: King's Revenant. Its development is going smoothly.
One thing, though, I want to inquire, is y'all's thoughts on the werewolf transformation process I created. Essentially, the werewolf forms a secondary skeleton in their body that generates muscle sinew. A minute after, the secondary skeleton becomes the primary, and tears itself out of the body. At this point, all necessities develop.
I've been thinking about giving one of my OCs a kind of PTSD that typically manifests in their sleep. Subtle noises, grimaces, squirming. Perhaps instances of hypervigilance, waking from nightmares in confusion, believing that what was in the dream is happening in the waking world. You know, the kind of things that'd make you worry. The things war veterans *might* experience.
Based on the pain, the event, and the bleeding, I believe that when I attempted to pull a water bottle out of those plastic holds you buy them in bulk with, the cap of it alongside the plastic accidentally separated the connective tissues between the nail and the crevice it grows from.
Going to ask if y'all think Sheogorath from TES would eat a handful of brown recluse spiders and drink napalm filled with lit cigarette butts in a glass.
And eat the glass.
Imagine growing your hair to like six or seven feet in length, and as you walk out the door of your home, a giant grabs your hair near the end and begins to swing you like a lasso before letting you go, sending you flying off somewhere.
That's the life of a Silver Valkyrie, a kind of homunculus made of metals from my universe of Argent Blood. I think of it as suitably strange enough to mention.
My God, people do know how to tick me off. A word from the wise: If someone has evidence of a copyright on an item and you go, "So? Doesn't mean you own. This means nothing," take a moment to club yourself in the head.