Curate, connect, and discover
Backstory - Blog Posts
I wish I could just properly articulate how much love is a fear for BlackArachnia (tf:s). (CW : Trauma and bad feels)
Seriously, the only song I can use to describe her fear is litterally a song about kidnapping. (“Tag, Your It” - Melanie Martinez)
Finding out she was left for dead by the love of her life was like a gut-wrenching, tearing out of any feelings she ever had. She had been abandoned, the only bot she ever loved, left her for spider-food. How could anyone be that cruel? Did he even care? Shouldn’t he have come back for her, even if it was years later? No. He never did. She became BlackArachnia 17,573 years after her shell had been killed.
In Beasts On Earth!!, she tried every form of method to keep SilverBolt away, to show see never needed such weak and painful feelings, she didn’t need to be betrayed so painfully again. She even ensured he would die from the foraging of killer spiders she planted in his chest, and even then, after he miraculously survived, he took care of the one left he insisted on keeping, and still said he loved her.
Just like Optimus. He didn’t give up on her. Every fight, every hurtful word, every near-death issue. He wanted to be with her.
How is this possible?
Her spark couldn’t calm down in her hardend chassis. Her limbs were not responding to any thought from her processor. Everything was closing in yet falling apart all at the same time. Her vision was darkening and she felt sick from the deepest parts of her spark. It was all too much for her. Why did she have to feel this way? All these stupid emotions and stupid feeling and stupid fragging maximals that had to be so perfect and great and innocent.
"Do you even know what that does to me, Orion? To constantly be met with understanding and patience and…and you?" Her voice cracks slightly, her anger beginning to fray at the edges, revealing the vulnerability beneath. "It's infuriating."
"…Why are you so damned understanding?!" Elita bursts out, her optics flashing with helpless frustration. "Everytime I yell, every time I push, you just…Absorb it!" She slams her hand against the wall, leaving an impression. "It's maddening!"
"It makes me angry! It makes me so angry that I can't even be mad at you properly!" She pauses, her optics flickering rapidly. "You make it impossible to dislike you! You're the most irritatingly decent mech I've ever encountered!"
"…You think I push everyone away because I want to?" Her voice drops dangerously low, a dangerous glint in her optics. "Maybe I just can't stand most mechs. Ever consider that?" She snaps, but there's a hint of vulnerability she can't quite disguise.
"…Why are you still being decent about this?! I'm being a total jerk! Why aren't you yelling?!" Her arms cross tightly over her chest. "I thought you would finally tell me to…To shut up or leave or something!" She finishes in a frustrated shout, her voice echoing off the walls. "But no, you just have to be…You!" She gestures at him in exasperation. "Always so calm and understanding and…Ugh!"
“…I don’t have a sparkling,” she said again, as if trying to convince herself none of this was real. “I don’t love.”
“I can’t believe they became leaders of the factions…Despite what awful cowards they are…” BlackArachnia muttered in tears, her voice just barely heard over the rustling of the tree.
“…That wrech doesn’t deserve the fame he has! He abandoned me, like everyone else always does!” BlackArachnia hissed back at him, her claws scratching harshly at the bark, causing ScatterSpot to cling to SilverBolt’s leg.
“You don’t care! You never could! Just abandon me as well let me crawl back home!” BlackArachnia snarled back, continuing to scratch at the tree.
“…I’m good on my own. I’m strong, indipendant, I don’t need stupid love to make it work! I’m better off on my own! Why can’t you see that?!”
SKIPP THEORY!!! (Edit, it’s more like an HC than a theory soooo yeh)
TW: Possible de@1h, police sh001ng (yeah not exactly the best subject to talk about in this post but plz skip (pun lol) if this does make you uncomfortable)
(Also there’s not exactly evidence for this so plz don’t attack me or say that “this theory makes no sense”, I’m just trying to sharing the possibilities of what happened to him before meeting Vinnie and Stone)
(Also @kavennnn you are now mentioned since you asked :3)
Okay so as everyone knows the theories of Vinnie and Stone past’s because of clues that the creator posted or showed in the comic and pilot. But what about Skipp? We don’t know anything about him really.
Well I have a feeling that he grew up poor and had criminal like parents. As in just pickpocketing and playing scams at people. But these parents weren’t @bu$Ive to their Skipp, they would always try to find a way to bring joy to their son even if they’re living in the streets. I like to think that Skipp’s mom had his mandolin and played songs to him while his dad would try to grow plants for food (I headcanon that Skipp’s parents were somewhat like farmers before they stole for food). I even have a feeling that Skipp and his parents lived in an old busted home in the bad side of the Ramshackle town.
Now for how Skipp became alone. I think one day, Skipp’s parents brought their son to explore town (It was a day where they would get gifts for their son to show their love for him. They also wore disguises since they’re criminals). Skipp’s dad was trying to find a special gift to steal for him while his mom would distract him by giving him a piggy back ride.
In the afternoon, Skipp’s dad was able to steal a gift for Skipp, it wasn’t even one but maybe more like three or four. That’s until both of them heard police sirens and made a run for it, while running a police officer tackled Skipp’s dad on the ground but he was fighter so he told Skipp and his mom to run. Skipp’s mom started to run while holding a scared kiddy Skipp. She then stopped when she heard a g3n sh0t, she placed Skipp in a small area where no one would find him and says to be safe and to know that her and her husband will be looking after him even when he doesn’t see them. She then ran to deal with the police and maybe to see if her husband is still alive.
This leaves Skipp in confusion and worry, he went back to his home to see if his parents were there but all he could find was his toys, his father’s plants, and his mother’s mandolin… Even in the current events, he thinks his parents are no longer alive. But he’s happy to be with his new friends and looks down at the town and remembers what his mom had said and how both her and his dad tried their best to make his life as happy as theirs.
So yeah that was my theory, this was very VERY big stretch but what do you think about it?
Dazai’s Past (Discussion)
TW again for talks of suicide and suicidal ideation
The fact that we know next to nothing about Dazai’s life before he was found by Mori after a suicide attempt apart from he was wandering the streets aimlessly by himself is a little unnerving.
Because Dazai was already really fucked up before joining the PM. He was already actively suicidal.
What, that was so horrific, made him chronically suicidal?
None of the other characters react this way even though all the shit they go through, apart from maybe Akutagawa. But even at that, Akutagawa isn’t chronically suicidal in the same way Dazai is. He has expressed a lack of will to live (like when he first met Dazai) but isn’t going out of his way to attempt to kill himself like Dazai does.
Chuuya is arguably one of the most tragic characters right now that we know of, and he also isn’t chronically suicidal like Dazai. And man has had it rough.
This isn’t to say that something inherently had to or did happen to Dazai to make him this way. Maybe it’s just something he’s unfortunate enough to just have and it doesn’t necessarily have an exact cause.
But then the quote:
“Anything I would never want to lose is always lost. It is a given that everything that is worth wanting will be lost the moment I obtain it. There’s nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.”
This implies that something did happen.
So, what was it?
-
I haven’t finished the LNs yet so take this with grace. And let me know of anything that might allude or contradict this.
Next chapter is being delayed by a couple days because it’s my little sisters birthday today and we’re throwing a party! I’ll get back to writing it tomorrow though!
弘前さくらまつり- 1996年4月6日 (Hirosaki Cherry Blossom Festival, 1996/4/6)
Update to Kai & Nya's backstory!
Chapter summary: Kaylynn talks to someone from out of town...
(I also have some art I made for the fic :D)
Oh my baby…AND WITH HIS LITTLE SANDALS IM CRYINGGG :(
When I keep re-reading the comic panel where he gets kidnapped, I couldn’t help but think the kids in childhood were horrible to him….💔💔
ᯓ Shidou headcanon ও
-> We don't know about his parents yet (or if he even has any). Maybe they're dead, maybe they just abandoned him or smth, BUT imagine he was half-american (like, half-cali or smth) bc he has golden hair and that kinda skin that gets tanned easily yk?? Maybe his mom/dad is from the US ?? That'd be so cool tbh🩷🏖🇺🇲
-> I'm not sure though if this ⬆️ headcanon would make much sense, but I really believe that he's mixed and not only Japanese...
-> Lemme know your thoughts too 😽💬
Sneaky peaky…..
The Running Game
WC: 850-865
Part of the backstory for my oc Billy Bunzy Trander - The Rabbit King
This is wayyy before he loses his mind and becomes a 'possessed' cult leader.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Billy had always loved running around, aimlessly and in circles. When he was a child, when he still knew and loved his dad, they would often go into the woods and play The Running Game together.
The object was to run in the largest circle you around someone without getting dizzy, then you'd chase after the other person and tag them, making them the runner.
Billy would win most of the time, because his dad would let him, even if he was a much better runner than him, being a grown up and all. After a couple if rounds they would saunter into town for a snack.
This was during those times when people like them weren't seen as unnatural or dangerous, when they could enjoy whatever they did after playing all day.
But one day, seemingly like any other; something, or maybe even everything changed.
Billy and his dad, then know by his last name 'Trander', we're finishing up their second round of The Running Game. Billy had won again, much to his dad's lackluster 'dismay'. It was decided that since Trander was the loser (again) he'd get to be the runner and would have to chase Billy.
Putting on a sigh and an air of defeat, Trander stalked around his son; twisting, turning, skipping and getting faster whist making his circle larger.
When he finally decided his circke was wide enough, he playfully pointed his hands at Billy, who had been paying very little attention until then.
They both snapped into place: Trander, the hunter, the predator, the Chaser; Billy, the prey, the Runner.
But, instead of going immediately after him like he usually would, Trander said,
"Hey, Bill, I'll give you 45 seconds of a head start. Show how fast my genes are, I wanna see you kick up sand and dirt, kid!"
The sweet, angel like child could only nod and giggle hysterically while running away, the opposite direction of his father. When he guessed about 45 seconds were gone (,which in reality was actually an entire minute, unbeknownst to the little boy) he ducked down, under and into a 'shelter'.
It was a large hollow-ish log that had fallen into some sizable rocks; just enough space for a small child or two to comfortably hide inside.
He sat and stayed there for a while, hearing the occasional shout of his name and yelps of unrewarded 'GOTCHA's and 'FOUND YOU's.
Trander could make three guesses about where his son could be. But even though he knew where he was, he made no effort to actually look for him.
With a sigh, he called out almost half-heartedly,
"Hey, Buddy... I know you're out here somewhere! I will find you!...... Billyyyyy! BIILLYYY!"
Trander looked towards the large log and noticed his child's light up sneakers. He sighed and nodded, jogging further to the opposite side of the woods, away from the areas where he and his child could be seen playing by other people.
Nobody heard of him after that.
Billy stayed under the log for 3 hours. Once he decided to get up, he noticed how close to evening and sunset it was.
He called out for his dad but got no answer. Running back to the front of the woods, he saw his mom and some people who noticed them go into the woods earlier.
He rushed to his mother, unsure of what was really happening.
Mrs. Trander: Where's Papa, Bunny?
Billy: I no no Mama. We were pwaying d-da winning game and I was hiding so well he couwdn't f-find me... I'm so-sowy, Mama.
To Mrs. Trander, this would now be the saddest day of her life. To see her child cry tears of fear and to hear that her lover had disappeared was the worst thing to ever happen to her.
The amount of tears shed in those weeks after searching high and low for Trander were enough to make a large pond look like a small glass of water.
Billy Bunzy never played The Running Game again.
For a long time, about, 4-6 years, Joseph Trander was never heard from again.
Search parties came up empty and this only helped stoke the fire of rumors that the Faye folk and people called 'Worshippers of The Craft' were on the rise.
Bunzy had unfortunately got caught in the eye of the storm or nonsense. He and his mother were believed to be the reason Trander went missing, that they somehow transported him to the Faye Realm.
Bunzy doesn't care for his birth name anymore; he trashed it just as his father trashed them.
Childhood Bites Chapter One: The Taste of Something Forbidden
⚠️TW: Blood⚠️
꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒰ঌ𐂯໒꒱꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦
Glass Shard Beach was never truly quiet. The waves crashed against the shore, the salty air thick and ever-present, while the laughter of kids carried on the breeze. But beneath the carefree energy of the season, shadows lurked. For twelve-year-old Ezekiel “Zeke” Cutter, summer was supposed to be an escape. A break from school, from expectations, from the gnawing hunger he didn’t fully understand.
He had always been close to Stanley and Stanford Pines. They were his best friends—the only ones who really mattered. Stan was the loudmouth, always getting into trouble, always bruised but never broken. Ford was the brain, always thinking, always planning. And Zeke? He was the protector, the one who made sure no one messed with them. Which is exactly why, when Campelter started picking on them, Zeke saw red.
Campelter was the worst kind of kid. The kind that smelled like sweat and cheap cologne, who thought he was better than everyone because he was taller, meaner. He had it out for Stan from the moment they met.
“Hey, loser! Where’s your freak of a brother?” Campelter sneered, shoving Stan forward.
Stan stumbled, barely keeping his footing. Ford wasn’t around to bail him out—he was probably off reading somewhere, oblivious.
Zeke clenched his fists. “Back off, Campelter.”
Campelter just grinned. “Or what? You gonna cry about it?”
Zeke’s breath hitched. He could hear it—his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. It wasn’t fear. It was something else. Something deep, something hungry.
Stan’s lip curled as he stepped forward. “I can handle myself, Zeke.”
But Zeke wasn’t listening anymore. Campelter shoved Stan again, laughing, and something inside Zeke snapped.
It happened fast. One moment, Zeke was standing still, watching Campelter grin like he ruled the world. The next, his body moved on instinct. He lunged, teeth bared, sinking them deep into Campelter’s arm.
The taste—
It was—
Indescribable.
Blood filled his mouth, warm and metallic, coating his tongue. Campelter’s scream barely registered as Zeke bit down harder, his entire body trembling.
Then, just as suddenly, he let go.
Campelter stumbled back, clutching his bleeding arm, eyes wide with terror. “WHAT THE HELL, YOU PSYCHO?!”
Zeke wiped his mouth, breathing heavily. His head swam, heart racing. What…what had he just done?
Stan and the other kids just stood there, frozen.
“Zeke…” Stan whispered, eyes darting from him to Campelter’s wound.
“I—” Zeke swallowed hard. “I didn’t—”
“You BIT me!” Campelter howled, staggering backward. He was bleeding badly, but it was just a bite. It wouldn’t kill him.
Zeke’s stomach twisted. Not in guilt. Not in fear.
In hunger.
He ran. Didn’t wait for Stan. Didn’t look back. He sprinted toward the bordwalk, lungs burning, hands shaking. His mouth still tasted like blood. It wasn’t disgusting. It wasn’t wrong.
It was good.
But it wasn’t normal. He wasn’t normal.
Zeke gripped his head, breathing hard. “No, no, no. I can’t—I won’t—”
But he wanted no he needed more.
And worse?
He knew exactly where to find it…
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
To Be Continued…
The awaited backstory of my Narinder, this is going up to adulthood, though it is also simplified and will be expanded on in the future.
Narinder was born with a few defects which were his third eye and Melanistic fur. Due to the time period being when Shamura was a younger bishop of war Narinder’s parents presented him as a sacrifice, though Shamura’s heart couldn’t go through with it, which lead to them raising Narinder as their own.
Narinder grew very attached to Shamura, but this came with its own consequences as Shamura didn’t know what they were doing. Shamura has only dealt with Kallamar so far and he was really different personally wise.
Shamura also gave Narinder his crown from a young age (since Shamura and Kallamar received theirs when they were young), but Shamura didn’t know that Narinder was going to receive the crown of death.
This frightened Shamura a bit as they didn’t know how to help him control such a power, and it didn’t help that Narinder played with it like a toy. His toy mentally only grew as he began to experiment when he got older, he found joy in breaking followers and bringing them back from the dead over and over again.
Shamura began to withdraw from Narinder as they were focused on their own tasks and taking care of their younger siblings. Narinder also excluded himself from the group, though he still wanted Shamura’s approval which lead to him thinking that power was the answer.
Narinder focused on his followers more and promised them the ability to overcome death. Shamura and the other bishops were upset by this as it went against the natural order and his follower’s devotion made Narinder even more powerful.
This lead into the bishop’s discovering and planning on trapping Narinder.
I’m going to explain the plan and the confrontation between the bishops and Narinder in the future!
Notes; Narinder used to have a Lamb doll that looks similar to Lamb/Caedes (I will expand upon my version of Lamb later!)
I have a lot more planned for my little death lion, and of course if you have any questions let me know!
Have a good day!!
I wrote something for the my hero academia fandom
Manga Spoilers ahead!
So, I wrote a small part of Hawksˋ backstory and how he came to the commission and his name,
You can find it here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20712815
Yet another backstory!
AO3 / Wattpad
9 Y - 0 M - 4 D
“I want that squirrel.” Ethan pointed at the tree that was triple his height.
His mother took off her sunglasses, searched for the animal between the leaves, and analyzed her little boy.
“You’ll get your clothes dirty.”
“I can wash them later.”
She saw the squirrel far away, really far away, holding a nut and moving its nose. Such an ugly creature…
“Do you want to eat that?”
“It’s not for eating! It is to be my pet!”
“Pet?” She frowned and leaned on. “Is there a special reason for this?”
“Because Tony is small, and it will be cool to chase him there!” Ethan put his hands together. “Please, mum, can I have it?!”
She looked up and down at his new outfit: polo shirt, shorts over his knees, led shoes, and, lastly, his puppy face.
Fragile. And extremely cute.
She sighed. “Yes, you can, but go slowly so you don’t fall.”
“Alright, mum! I love you!” said him, already running at the tree.
He arrived at the base and checked if he was in the same direction as Tony. The squirrel didn’t move at all, so it would be easy to catch him!
Hugging the tree, Ethan put a foot on a bump, and pushed his body up. He gripped the next branch, tested if it held his weight, then pushed up again.
He kept doing it, slowly as his mother told him to, until the largest branches finally arrived. It was the hardest part: to get over there; but Ethan could see Tony just at the edge, and he wouldn’t stop now that he was this close.
Placing his hands in minor areas, he managed to get his torso over. To get his legs up as well, he just had to drag himself on the branch and… ta-dah! He was safely sat!
The squirrel was still with its nut, trying to open it with big teeth. It made Ethan smirk. Tony was kinda similar to Sam in appearance; would they like to meet each other? Ethan was certain they would, so he should hurry.
He moved subtly to not scare Tony, just like his mum did in other times. It would probably work with him, too, if he did the exact same thing.
“Hi, Tony,” he whispered. “Do you wanna go to my house? There’s a lot of food there.”
He showed his hand to the squirrel, who stared for a long time before approaching. His tiny paws let go of the nut and touched Ethan’s hand, as if searching for something.
“Hey, this tickles!” Ethan giggled and squirmed as Tony traveled his arm and shoulders, stopping over his head. “What are you doing there? Is it comfortable?”
Ethan could feel the squirrel pulling his hair, then going still as if he found the perfect spot. After realizing he was ready, the boy put the nut in his pocket.
“Now, we just gotta get down and…” He froze.
When did he get that high?
His body tensed as he looked down for the first time. No way he could jump from this height; he’d turn into a pancake! What could he do?! What could he do?!
He hugged the branch, looking for his mother who was just a minuscule red point on the green.
“Mum!” he called, but she didn’t move. “MOMMYYYY!”
Tony squeaked and left in a rush, jumping on Ethan’s legs and causing more screams.
“NO, TONY! DON’T RUN!” Ethan wanted to catch the squirrel, but his body was locked. “COME BACK, PLEASE!”
Yet the squirrel disappeared in the leaves, totally forgetting about the promises of food and new home. Ughhh, what a traitor!
Ethan looked down again and his heart sank.
His mother wasn’t on the bench anymore. Where did she go?! Did she leave him stuck there?! How could s—
“Ethan, is everything okay?!” Her voice came from below, returning his soul to his body. “Did you get the squirrel?!”
“HE LEFT!” Ethan carefully looked down, but regretted it immediately. Spirits, what a nauseating place to be in… “I’M STUCK, MOMMY! HELP!”
“You climbed up; you figure out how to get down!”
His eyes darted at the horrific distance between him and the ground, and, nuh-uh. Nope. Sov.
“MUM, IT’S TOO HIGH! I LOVE MY LIFE! I WON’T DO IT!”
She chuckled softly. “It’s not hard, son! Just put your feet in the same place you put before, and climb down!”
“BUT I WILL FALL AND DIE!”
“You won’t, I promise you!”
“MUMMMMMMMM!” He shut his eyes and gripped the tree like a koala. “I’M NOT GOING DOWN!”
“And I’m not going to get you!” She sat beside the tree. “If you’re staying there, we can pass the night here. I don’t mind!”
Ethan couldn’t believe it. Was it for real? She really wasn’t coming to save him?? Even if he’s clearly in danger?! She doesn’t mind if he dies?!
…no, she must be kidding. She was letting Ethan stay for longer because he broke her bracelet. She said it was fine, but maybe she secretly got angry at him, and now was taking advantage of his situation. That must be it. He just gotta wait until she pities him.
Yeah, she was going to get him soon.
Soon.
At any moment.
At any second.
When she feels like it.
Before it was night.
She would do it.
However, time passed, Ethan didn’t move an inch, and his belly was getting wild. The only thing he had all afternoon was an ice cream, and now his stomach was trying to eat him inside out.
Meanwhile, his mum was there, laid down and resting peacefully on the grass.
“Mummyyyyyy… I’m hungry!”
“Me too.” She didn’t even open her eyes. “A shame you let that squirrel escape.”
“Tony wasn’t food! He was my pet!”
“As you say, dear.”
And she kept silent, not uttering a single word about saving him. The crickets and owls were talking more than her, at this point!
His lips trembled when he talked again.
“Mum, will you really leave me alone here forever?!”
“Of course no, am I not here?” She smiled. “I won’t leave you alone, Ethan; I am letting you learn something useful.”
“But it’s past the time of learning anything! It’s time for dinner, then fairytale, then bedtime!”
“I know, it will be such a hassle to fix it when we get home, so can you climb down quickly?”
The boy stared at his mum, measuring once more how hard he could fall. Maybe it wasn’t that far, but…
“It’s dark, I can’t see.”
“Ethan…” She huffed and got up, resting her hand on her hip. “We both know you can see clearly—the moon is full, and your vision is better than mine—, so stop procrastinating and get down!”
Ethan breathed in deeply, gazing from his mum to the tree trunk. He could see everything, as she said, but could he do it?…
“Sweet, hear me,” she continued. “It’s not hard. Drag yourself to the trunk, hold it, then put your foot on the nearest branch. After being sure it won’t fall, repeat the steps until you get here. It’s the same as going up, but in the inverse order. Easy, right?”
“Easy, saying! It’s not you here, mum…” he grumbled and swallowed dry.
However, he knew he had no other way to leave. It was climb down or climb down, so he stretched his hands forward. Slowly, focused and shaking, he moved on the branch towards his goal.
Without looking down, he got at the trunk and squeezed it with his arms. His heart was about to break his rib cage, but he continued the process: a foot down, blindly looking for a new support, then descending over it.
Sometimes Ethan would misstep on a lump and feel his blood vanishing, but then he’d find a way to stabilize himself, say thanks to the stars, and keep the journey down.
It wasn’t easy at all; it was hard, terrible. He felt like he’d fall at each action, hurt himself while falling, hit the ground, go to the hospital, have a head surgery, then die, leaving his mum crying for him the rest of her life.
And this was exactly what happened.
Disturbed by his own thoughts, he glanced down for a second. A millisecond. A tenth of a millisecond. And that was when gravity pulled him down with all its might.
It was fast. Too fast! Ethan screamed and reached for something to hold, but he only held onto leaves who folded with him. He couldn’t seem to stop! He was going to hit the ground! He was going to die!
“ETHAN!”
He shut his eyes, prepared for the inevitable, for the impact, and—
He rolled like a barrel, in a tight space, muffled noises, and aching body. When he stopped spinning, his brain didn’t. It kept sick, feeling suffocated. His lungs were heavy, and it just was tight. Everything was unbelievably tight.
The voice was what made him realize the cause of that problem.
“Thunder! Begone evil!” His mother cursed behind him, still pressing him against her chest. “Do you want to give me a heart attack, Ethan?!”
He couldn’t tell apart her heartbeats from his, but he knew they both weren’t fine. She was shaking. Or was it him? They were too close. Her arms were entangled around his body and he could feel her uneven breath on his hair.
Ah…
Safe. He was safe. He didn’t die. His mum saved him. She got him before he hit the ground. She saved him.
He held weakly to her hands, and the tears came at once.
“Ethan…” she called and turned him over. “Ethan? Are you hurt somewhere? Did you hit anything??”
He shook his head, but she checked him whole as he didn’t stop to cry. He couldn’t, and he didn’t understand why. Instead, he jumped into her arms again, hugging her neck and weeping louder.
“Son?…” muttered her.
She didn’t push him away, nor told him to be quiet, nor mocked his ugly face.
She just held him back, pulled him closer, and mumbled softly:
“I am here, Ethan. I am here.”
Was Kenyan a Bad Mum?
I was thinking about Ethan’s childhood and how chaotic it was. He was spoiled, could do almost everything he wanted, he had everything he asked, he questioned every concept, he was a smart ass at school…
And you ask, “why”? Because Kenyan taught him to be like this, of course. Her idea of motherhood was different from the normal; she raised Ethan as a person, not just a kid. This is why she afforded his desires, wishes, and demands—because she wanted him to live at max capacity while he didn’t have responsibilities and huge consequences to care about.
Then you think, “wow, this is wrong. This kid will grow to be a spoiled adult, thinking life works exactly as he wants; then when things go bad, he will get mad and won’t know how to fix it.”
But if we look through Kenyan’s POV, we can understand why she’d think this is okay.
Let’s check her life stage:
As you can see, Auvies take their time to do things in life; maturity and independence comes around at 40 years old. At the age she got pregnant, she was supposed to start thinking about her future and what she wanted to try (in studies and work). She was a princess, so it was half decided, but she still would need to think about what kind of authority she’d be in the future.
But then she skipped (not by her choice) 100 years of her life, had to run away (she was a sacred figure, pregnancy out of marriage wouldn’t sound good…), started a life from scratch in a strange place, had no support, and all of it with a hyperactive kid. It’s clear she wouldn’t know how to raise a child in this situation.
And her maturity wasn’t that different of a child, so she was deeply empathetic of Ethan. If he asked for something, she’d give it to him because she thought “I also wanted to have things when I was a kid, so it's only fair I give it to him”, or even “he will just have me, so I should be a thousand times better than a normal mother, and to be a better mother, I should do this and that”.
There's also her culture.
Until 12 years old, Auvies have all the right to be curious and innocent, exploring the world and not dealing with consequences. The parents should allow it, only being careful about really dangerous actions; in this case, the parents should be present to instruct, but they still couldn’t forbid the kid from doing what they want.
Ethan was at this stage, so Kenyan just followed what she knew. But, for being on Earth and hearing advice all the time about how to raise him, she started allowing consequences on Ethan’s life, so he’d know what to do and what to avoid. (Example: he can climb the tree, but if he gets afraid of heights or gets stuck, Kenyan wouldn’t save him—she’d teach him how to get down. At the end, he would know it’s not a good idea to climb again because it’s scary, but if he ever need to climb down again, he wouldn’t be powerless)
So, we can conclude that Kenyan did a great job at raising Ethan! She could have done better? Probably. But she did what she could as a solo-teen-Auvie mother raising a child.
Unfortunately, we won’t know how she would raise a teen.
She didn’t stay long enough.
Sweet Bird - 1
There it goes!
I was thinking about posting the complete comic, but I noticed the images would be too long to read, so let’s go posting by parts.
And I said it in the previous post: this is a backstory! I won’t tell whose is it, but I think it’s not hard to figure it out (especially if I add colors later, but this is a dream for a far future lmao)
If you can reblog, I’d be grateful, but if you can’t, I’m glad you read this <3
And a last comment:
I loved these parts.
That’s all. Thanks for your attention.
hihihihihihi i wanna know about your oc lore (also shut up)
Oh my golly hihihi un-named friend. Thank you for giving me an excuse to lore dump.
The entire history of Exernia takes place over billions of years, so I’d never be able to get it out in one tumblr post. Not to mention I’d like to leave some things in the dark in case I ever finish writing that comic.
So we’ll start with the beginning. :)
It all started with a sleeping god. No one knows how it got there, where it came from, or who it is, but there’s been no one around to question it either. It sleeps in an endless void, an incomprehensible vat of nothingness.
But then it wakes up.
Immediately, the creation god takes out its eyes and morph them into new, smaller gods; Life and Death. Then, with the aid of the new gods, they create many more using various parts of the creator, hands, feet, ears, etc, etc.
As the god’s final action of creation, it rips out its heart, and creates the universe. This kills the creator and sparks discourse in the godly community. There were hundreds of gods at this point, and each one had a different idea of who should rule the universe.
War breaks out and leads to only two gods surviving. These two used to be the gods of Time and Emotion, but they had to take on the roles of the dead gods and turned into Mortality and Soul.
Neither one decided to take on the role of ‘The creation god’ however. And a concept can not go without a god.
Alrighty, hope you liked that :)
This is totally subject to change as I shape it to fit what I need, but that’s the backstory as of right now. If you got any question, feel free to ask, I love talking about my babies, especially the gods (which there are 4 of them when the story takes place).