Don't read this, it's outdated and under construction. New rules are here:
Submissions are open for members and members of affiliates.
Every Deviant is allowed to submit to own World or own Story folders like Nightchild or Rodinia.
Every submission has to have a story, and it have to be your own. Your World, or your OCs. Tell us about them. If not, we will decline your submission.
If you have an OC from a role playing game (RPG) like Dungeons & Dragons, or Shadowrun or what else, submit it to RPG-OCs. Your OC has to have a story we can read on the description. We decline submissions like: “A Drow” or “A Mage”
Deviations in Storage will be removed from the group!!
We don’t accept Sketches!
Please take care to take the right folder. We will help, but please have a look by yourself. There is a short explanation of the folders in our Gallery!
Deviations per Day
Members can submit 3 deviations per day
Members of affiliates can submit 1 deviation per week
Everyone can suggest favourits but the suggested deviation has to fit the rules!
We decline submissions without enough description and/or story!!
If we declined your work, and didn't told you a reason, feel free to ask. We don't bite. But often we have no time to explain it to everyone.
Oblivion (1)She stumbled up the stairs of a stolen castle, though she doubted anyone remembered such thing. It was far more likely they all believed the current royal family, was the true royal family. She supposed the lie would suffice for the weaker minded, and those that had created the lie to begin with.
“Move!” her escort growled in her ear, pushing her forward but she noted his grip on her arm never waned. Why it took four of them to properly escort a willing body? She would never actually know, and most of her didn’t care to. If anything, she wished her escorts would hurry along. She had far better things to do. She openly scoffed at such thoughts, she’d be lucky if they threw her into a cell after they were done with her.
The large doors opened and gave way to an excessively large throne room. She remembered this grand room, once when it held less splendor and the heads of great beasts decorated the walls. Back then, the wooden floor had been permanently dyed the co
The Heir, Apparently. Chapter 1
The Empire had been shattered for over a decade. Many people across the five kingdoms suffered a lot of grief from the loss, and some still suffered that pain today. That's why Cerven considered himself one of the lucky ones. He was one of the few people who didn't remember what life was like before the empire fell. Then again, he didn't remember much of anything before waking up in an alleyway twelve years ago.
But either way, the loss of the empire didn't affect Cerven Acciai in a considerable way. He'd lived the last decade in the suburbs of the kingdom of Majinchi. The suburbs were a decent place to live, with a variety of people. There were orcs, dwarves, and the occasional elf or two. But most of the citizens were halflings. It made perfect sense; Majinchi was founded by halflings after all. The most scarce of the populous were the humans, Cerven being one of them. It would normally be difficult for a human to find work in a city built for people half their size, but once again,
Writing Commissions 2018Well this feels a little strange to be doing, but I’m now open for writing commissions! Writing is what I love and I need money so I figured why not?
Examples of my work: ( 1, 2, 3 ) I also have this tumblr account specifically for my writings.
As you can see, I am capable of doing both short stories and multiple-chapter stories. I work best with prompts like in Dip Your Feather Wisely but I’m flexible.
Fandoms I am most familiar with:
Mass Effect (not Andromeda)
Transformers (specify universe)
LOTR/the Hobbit/The Silmarillion
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