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Dawns Ray's WIP by Brookcresent Dawns Ray's WIP :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 6 4 Mchumba WIP by Brookcresent Mchumba WIP :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 7 2
When The World Was Mine
"Joker!" the sharp sounding yet feminine voice echoed around in the snow, concern evident in her voice, she had been woken up by Harley's desperate screams for her pudding.
The women who now desperately scoured the far outskirts of the city for the clown prince of crime. He wasn't himself; he hadn't been for months, not since the sickness that had claimed her life only a year earlier had viciously and without mercy attacked his body.
But then again, he had been the one to inject himself with the venom although her mind was telling her something else.
It was her fault!
If she had held on longer for that damned cure and stayed alive, then he wouldn't have thought to have done something so stupid!
The colours in the sky drew her back from her destructive thoughts; it was beautiful. Orange tones flickered from behind her from the city illuminating the night sky with blues and purples and giving the snow a blue tinge; she felt like she was in a fairytale. She took a deep breath to calm hers
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Joker X Wolf- When the world was mine by Brookcresent Joker X Wolf- When the world was mine :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 0 0 Nuka and Kiara 2017 by Brookcresent Nuka and Kiara 2017 :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 23 35 Nuka and Kiara WIP by Brookcresent Nuka and Kiara WIP :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 2 Wyatt and Penda 2017 by Brookcresent Wyatt and Penda 2017 :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 6 8 Wyatt and Penda 2017 Flat colours and Lineart by Brookcresent Wyatt and Penda 2017 Flat colours and Lineart :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 0 Wyatt and Penda 2017 WIP by Brookcresent Wyatt and Penda 2017 WIP :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 0 Lion Sketches by Brookcresent Lion Sketches :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 7 4 Haki and Uhuru by Brookcresent Haki and Uhuru :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 5 Hodari The Brave by Brookcresent Hodari The Brave :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 2 0 Lord of Castamere alternate by Brookcresent Lord of Castamere alternate :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 0 The Lord Of Castamere by Brookcresent The Lord Of Castamere :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 3 0
Keepers Of Equalidor- Chapter One
Mongolia: Present day.
A large black jeep bounced over the sandy terrain to the site of a new find; the windows were tinted for complete discretion and to hide its inhabitant from the outside world; the jeep was well kept; yet it was covered in scratches, dents, and dust.
The suspension needed improvement too.
The occupant was more than happy to endure the bumpy ride if it meant that she was able to get to the dig of a lifetime.
She remembered the phone call like it was yesterday.
She was not a qualified Palaeontologist; however, her knowledge on carnivorous species was unparalleled; it allowed her a unique distinction in the eyes of the scientific community.
She was able to bring these creatures to life not only as a species but if the evidence was there; sometimes as individuals.
Something that only a decade earlier had been impossible and yet ever since she was a small child; the young women knew how to do so. Her vivid imagination had been both a curse and a blessing and despite he
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Love like You Brisingr And Rize by Brookcresent Love like You Brisingr And Rize :iconbrookcresent:Brookcresent 2 0


THE LEGENDARY X-MEN:BACK IN THE TEAM by Sabrerine911 THE LEGENDARY X-MEN:BACK IN THE TEAM :iconsabrerine911:Sabrerine911 58 2 Jurassic World - The Chasing by tomzj1 Jurassic World - The Chasing :icontomzj1:tomzj1 193 40 Uru's Reign Part 2: Chapter 2: Page 15 by albinoraven666fanart Uru's Reign Part 2: Chapter 2: Page 15 :iconalbinoraven666fanart:albinoraven666fanart 419 326 Chapter 1 Page 36 by lolpeaceoutlol-TLK Chapter 1 Page 36 :iconlolpeaceoutlol-tlk:lolpeaceoutlol-TLK 18 11 Kung Fu Panda: Ultimate Destiny Ch. 2 pg 1 by dfighter Kung Fu Panda: Ultimate Destiny Ch. 2 pg 1 :icondfighter:dfighter 8 0 I'll Be Right Here... by RiverSpirit456 I'll Be Right Here... :iconriverspirit456:RiverSpirit456 651 459 Dinosaur Reign Page 2 by CaptainRexSinatra Dinosaur Reign Page 2 :iconcaptainrexsinatra:CaptainRexSinatra 15 5 Imperator Tyrannous(Royal Tyrant Lizard) by Zeldalover44 Imperator Tyrannous(Royal Tyrant Lizard) :iconzeldalover44:Zeldalover44 3 0 The First Five by RiaFire The First Five :iconriafire:RiaFire 108 7 AMY ROSE play thing by pinktenshi AMY ROSE play thing :iconpinktenshi:pinktenshi 1 0 I'm Having Second Thoughts... {+Speedpaint} by little-space-ace I'm Having Second Thoughts... {+Speedpaint} :iconlittle-space-ace:little-space-ace 302 78 Llama Emoji-03 (Sparkles) [V1] by Jerikuto Llama Emoji-03 (Sparkles) [V1] :iconjerikuto:Jerikuto 2,208 106


what can I say brilliant it's not very original since the vs has been done to death but you changed the battles :) Its truly amazing so ...




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Well have almost completed the writers write challenge just 16,000 words to go. 
So far seven chapters have been added and the eighth is rapidly taking shape. 

On a side note I will be writing out the bloodclan triology and doing some art for it. 

But I have a question to ask everyone who watches this page. What do you think of the idea of Scourge suffering from PTSD?

Because there's some pretty strong evidence towards this and maybe it's because I have Complex PTSD, but Scourge ticks nearly all of the boxes.
I might even do a small discussion as to why I think this. 
Well I believe it's time for an update, life is not going well for me. Don't worry I shan't be doing anything foolish about it, there's a lot of things that I want to do with my life. 

However my financial situation is going from bad to worse and even worse is that my father has lost his job and we are scraping by while he desperately tries to find a job. 

I am trying to get commissions but it doesn't seem likely that this situation is going to get better anytime soon. 

But it can ony go up from here right? 
Dawns Ray's WIP
I am really starting to enjoy doing little sketches such as these and colouring them, I did use reference for this pose. 

But I also tried to put more of my own style into this, which as of late is really coming into it's own . 

Characters (C) me

Pose (C) Disney

If you would like me to include the reference I used feel free to drop a comment. 
I have over 15,000 page views :O , thank you all so, so much. 
Mchumba WIP
Wanted to show one of my personal favourite new art pieces that I am working on.

Mchumba is the sister of Lukulu and Hodari and Penda's Aunt.

Going to shade the background and Mchumba as well.

Mchumba (C) me
Art (C) me
Please leave a comment everyone :hug:
Here comes a thought by Brookcresent

Abuse, it's a word that to this day fills my soul with dread.
Because up until a few months ago, I had no idea what I had endured.
But I did; I endured a never ending nightmare of abuse at the hands of someone I LOVED.

And it has turned me into a complete shell of myself and what I would describe as a Monster.
The worse thing is that I can now remember in explicit detail what happened to me. I can feel every hit, I can feel every stab to the heart with the words that were spoken and I know what this has turned me into.

I am a victim of three types of abuse.
So I'll list them now for you.

Domestic Violence
Physical Abuse
And the one that has left the worst impact on my life...
Emotional and Psycological

You'll notice that the first one I mentioned was domestic violence and it's true, because the person that did this to me.
The person I loved and trusted, actually brought me into this world.

I was abused by my mother...
The women who is supposed to love you unconditionally; would on a daily basis. Sometimes even if I hadn't done anything...
If she was having a bad day. Would beat me till I couldn't stand up.
I would be lying on the floor. Of my bedroom...or the bathroom, or the kitchen. Even outside sometimes.
Gasping for air, wondering why the hell I am still breathing; if this is love? I don't want it.
She called it my 'punishment' I had a lot of issues as a kid, I did. I won't lie, but when you're nana is comparing you to your genius uncle every chance she got and putting such a weight on your shoulders. Making you feel like you have to live up to these expectations.
Expectations no child should go through.
Was it really my fault I acted differently?
That I felt like I had to be a certain way.
Did I come across as arrogant, highly likely.
Was never my intention.
But god, I don't think I deserved what I got.

She didn't just hit me once, she would hit me over and over again. In parts of my body she knew I was weak. One day, she hit me with my own wooden hair brush and according to my sister. It sounded like thunder when it hit my back.
I remember screaming and falling to the ground...
I remember thinking, "she's broken something inside me, somethings moving and it shouldn't".

People wondered why I had a temper, because it was the only way to fight through the pain. I refused to run in PE.
I hated running, but it was also because of the pain!
The agonizing pain.
But no one would believe me if I had told them, I was the weird kid. So it made sense that I would make up such fantastical lies.

Eventually my brain convinced me they were lies, my mother couldn't be doing this to me? They were just nightmares.

So I'd sleep in my abusers bed, listening to her sweet lies as she comforted me.

I was six or seven years old.
And she didn't once let up.

As I got older, I tried to fight back, something in me snapped and told me that I couldn't let her do this.
I couldn't let her hurt me anymore.
I was going to fight back.
The ellation I felt kicking her in the face.
Watching her fucking bleed.
Seeing that I could turn the tables, if I just fought back, if I just let go.
But then she said something that cut me more than any abuse she had thrown my way.

"You'll never amount to anything"
It was the start of the emotional abuse, it made me question everything I knew about people, about what it was to be loved.
I'd watch Disney movies, I'd watch cartoons. I'd watch films and see these loving mothers and then look at mine and wonder.

"Why isn't my mummy like that?"

I still called her mummy. I still called her that fond name I had as a child, even though she was slowly becoming an absolute monster.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My anger burned like a flame, I wanted to make her hurt.
But then she threatened someone I cared about...
She threatened my sister.
She threatened MORGAN.

And god how I wish I had, had the strength, to rip her to pieces. To beat her to within an inch of her life, for daring to threaten my sister.
I should have known Morgan wouldn't of allowed it.
But the pyscological scarring had begun.

I was terrified of going home, I started becoming less vocal. Preferring to hide in my room, for fear I was going to antagonize my mother.
That once again I would have to endure the horrors of what she was capable of with just her fists.

But she soon started using objects, my own metal ruler. That out of boredom I had sharpened...
I learnt my lesson.
My hair brush was another good tool she used. It hurt so much. Sometimes I couldn't breathe.
The metal prongs on it...made it perfect for not leaving any marks.

It wasn't until I was sixteen years old, that I started standing up to her, kung fu training had helped me hone my body into a weapon and if I had to I would use it.
But...god I just couldn't.
It was getting to the point, where my posture was horrendous, I slumped everywhere I walked because my back was on fire.
Morgan had to take the beatings sometimes. Because I couldn't stand up anymore. She started getting more violent, unlike me. Morgan hit back.
And mum couldn't touch her, without a barrage of violence right back at her.
My mum got with my ex boyfriend, which made my fear of home even worse to the point I was being sick on a daily basis. Anorexia...I think was begining to rear it's ugly head.
But the beatings got worse.

Because now mum had an ally, now all she had to do was get the guy she forced me into a relationship with.
Because at her age, she had already lost her virginity and I wasn't normal...for not doing so".
But how can you learn to love, when no love is given?

And that Ally held me down as I screamed, begged and pleaded. I threatened to go to the police one day. And mum told the one who had taken her away from me.
To wait outside.
She closed the door calmly and god...oh god I remember the look in her eyes. The murderous intent.

She had ripped up my carpet floor, exposing the wood beneath it. My room was freezing so I had a oil heater. You know the ones right.
It was on...

My mother grabbed my by the neck, and my shirt; exposing my back. Which needless to say was already messed up from a horse riding accident, but it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Her eyes shone with malice and she picked me up and hurled me into it, with such force that the impact winded me.
The pain exploded almost instantly.
And I will never forget the smell of my flesh burning. I managed to get off it. I have no fucking idea how I did so, I guess I rolled.

And collapsed onto the freezing cold floor, screaming.
She told me to stop being so pathetic.
And left me.

But i'll never forget the look in her eyes. They were dead. There was no 'love' not unless you are talking levels of violence.
because yes then there was LOVE.
And in that moment I hated her, I hated her more than I hated anyone.

Morgan patched me up, made sure I could stand up. But when someone touched my back the next day at school I screamed blue murder.

Thankfully no one payed any heed.
I had been very emotional since the news had gotten out.
But the full horrors...was never going to be told.
Morgan went on heavy drugs to try and forget.
No injections thank goodness.
But stuff that messed her head up enough, to make her forget.

I would literally plead not to go home, I went to homework clinics. But I couldn't focus on work, because all I was thinking about was.
Will she hurt me again.
Will Morgan have to cook.
Is it okay if Pork is pink?

She starved us, we had to learn everything. Some nights Morgan and I were just about eating raw meat.
It made us sick.
We had no idea how to cook, she didn't trust us around anything. I tried cooking rice once and burnt it.
She hurled the pot at my shoulder blades.
I narrowly avoiding cracking my head open on the back door. I was so thankful my reflexes got the better of me. I hit the ground instead.
I never tried cooking again, for fear of angering her.
I never told Morgan about that one, I didn't want her temper to flare.
She was scary on drugs.
She terrified me, but she was also my protector and I don't think I would be here without her.
When we finally got out, when my mother sold my chickens. We left, but the scars remained.
No physical...but mentally.
I know I suffer from PTSD.
Because I have nightmares.
At twenty one years old, I am too scared to fall in love. I refuse to share my bed.  I sleep with soft toys and a baby blanket.
And lock my doors and windows.
Petrified that she's going to come back and get me.

But now the fear has gone away and it's place a hatred I cannot describe.
She'll never pay.
That's not the way it works.
There's no proof. Just my word.

Just my panic. Just my fear.

I keep having to ask.
"she can't get me here right"
My dad replies "No love".
But the worst part is that I am still remembering what she did, small snippets that my brain desperately surpressed because they were so traumatic.

too traumatic to deal with, have now come flooding back. And now I feel every wound. I feel every cut, from her words.

When your own mother says, that if she knew what you would have been like she would have "aborted" you...
it's a bloody hard thing to swallow.

But I'm free and that's all that matters.
It's made me a dark person.
My characters show this.

But what didn't kill me. Actually did make me stronger.

I may be traumatized.
But hey at least I am still alive...  

And that's all I care about anymore.
I survived.


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Also a YouTube channel is in the works, so expect that to be up and running sometime this year.
KOE is also a fully fledged book now to keep up with updates please head on over to my websites below.


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CrypticWollf Featured By Owner May 6, 2017  Student General Artist
Hey do you do art trades!
Brookcresent Featured By Owner May 7, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi I could do absolutely :)
ShaymineFH Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2017  Student Filmographer

Shadow : Don't give up...Queen Luna ! You're not down yet !

Shadow still trapped between the temporal time.
ShaymineFH Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2016  Student Filmographer
Happy Birthday ma Brookie, i hope you are fine whenever you are <3
Brookcresent Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you Shay, that means a lot to me.
PierrotPuppetry Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2015  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday! <3
Brookcresent Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much :hug:
dfighter Featured By Owner May 24, 2015  Student Digital Artist
:happybounce: Love Thanks for the :+fav: BrookeLove :happybounce: 
pinktenshi Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2015
LLAMA FOR JUUU...enjoy the llama girl :D
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