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okay but who the tf would be trumps creator?? I feel like it would be some jaded college student who drinks too much energy drinks and wants to see the world burn

What if we're all one person's oc's and that's why the world is so dramatic, fucked up but also supper funny at the same time?

Much like @doritoplayz-xi I will be doing a 12 days of lore drop, head cannons, and short stories. Any suggestions or questions for characters? also I may include some art. :)

Why did you make me sound so old at the end? I’m not that old.

Yo yo yo. This Christmas I’m doing 12 days of lore drop! Pls ask me 12 questions about any of my ocs, or I will be forced to come up with my own…

Ocs and descriptions below the cut

Moss: main oc, robot with a human soul and currently has a AO3 story I’m failing to stay consistent on. Hair is best described as peach, eyes are really just LED screens and has a baggy clothes style. Has synthetic skin, like the fake skin used for like tattoo and piercing practice.

Lilli and Amber: moss’s parents. In their divorce era. Lilli has hot pink hair, pale green eyes and freckles. Both pale. Amber has blue and orange hair put up, teal ish eyes and a business casual style. Lilli works as a royal general while Amber works as a contract scientist.

Lillith and Layne: twins and the royal heirs of the city serine. Both have olive tan skin and dark brown hair. Lillith has dark green eyes hidden by her hair, Layne keeps his hair up and has pale blue eyes. Lillith has glasses and a calm deposition, Layne is adventurous and reckless. Layne is dating mike.

Samantha and Matthew: queen and king, the twins parents. Samantha pale skin, split blond and brown hair (ik ik) and green eyes. Matthew has light brown skin, dark green eyes and short black hair. Both are busy ruling the country but Samantha seems to have enough time to cheat.

Mike: moss’s semi friend and laynes boyfriend. Pale skin, brown hair and blue eyes. He’s quiet and the perfect opposite to Layne. Stays inside most times and not overall well written :/

Nelly: pale skin, long brown hair and orange eyes. Pink color scheme. Currently courting and not really dating Umi Alon, who is in a whole other country.

Starlet: pale skin, long dark brown hair and purple eyes with star pupils. Antagonistic to moss and is a kinda antagonist.

Umi alon: princess of Liran. Pale blue skin, dark blue hair and orange eyes with slit pupils. Is a siren with ear fins and a shark like tail. Writes letters to nelly and sends them through carrier bird. Lots of lore surrounding liran and their people I need to write.

Jess and Carol Alon: sibling and mother of Umi respectively. Same features as Umi. Jess is quiet tall and has mobility issues due to something I haven’t quiet pinned down. Carol is the queen and has little time for her kids.

People of peace: not gonna go in-depth cause I wanna save their reveals for the AO3 story. But moss does meet them.

The elder gods: also people I’m trying to keep to the side. But hey, ask and though shall revive.

Splatoon ocs:

Chippi- inkling who currently attends ink blot academy while occasionally playing turf war. Is somehow a high ranking grizzco worker. Almost helped Marie in s2 but devoted time to schooling instead.

Chippo- the brawn in the pair. Loves to work at grizzco and play in ranked. Escaped after the spicy calamari inkantation and narrowly avoided the deep sea metro.

Both are really named chip, but they live their lives together and keep the exact same battle ID. While chippi pursues an education chippo makes sure the money stays flowing while they have fun.

Pic by the wonderfully old now @fishy-the-trans-boi

Seth Yaneh

From the modern AU (or a new story, I’m thinking about the name).

He is Kenyan’s and Sylris’s child, but not in the traditional way. They kinda rescued (kidnapped?……) him from a death scene, but Sylris went a bit too far on his cure. Let’s say he literally reset the kid and “programmed” him into believing they’re his parents.

They slay at parenting, don’t they? ☺️ /jk

Below, the moment Sylris first met him (cw: blood, abuse, death?)

Seth doesn’t remember about it, and he also doesn’t know how was his life before. Sylris has an idea of how it was after searching on it, but chose to not mention it to anyone. It’s like he deleted that child and created a new one: their precious son, Seth.

Drowning in You

A not-friendly reminder that Sylris isn’t there just to play house.

CW: abuse, gore?, description of burning death

AO3

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Sunburn

“Ah… I wish you had found your new friend.” Sylris smiled and placed his crown on a pillow. “The imaginary intruder should be on the stacks too, don’t you think so? They were very disrespectful at us, my dear.”

Kenyan didn’t bother to answer, as she was busy trying to take off her rings, what at the moment seemed like an impossible task. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking and her body was burning inside out.

Burning almost as much as she had burned those people.

The difference between them and her was in their innocence. They were people who begged for food. People who ran from a slavish job. People who fought to protect their family. People who denounced an injustice.

And she was a murder wearing a lavish long gown. Pampered by all, adorned with jewelry; an elegant example of holiness and grace to Martra.

Her nail bent over and she hissed. Blood was simmering from there, dripping down on the white skirt, and all she could do was stare at it. Stare at the red blur, at least, as her trembling wouldn’t let her focus on anything.

It was deeply awful. Herself, she meant. She was awful. She should be dead with them. Or better saying, they should be alive, and she should suffer the worst death in this world. That was all she deserved.

“Hurting yourself already?”

Sylris came from behind when she noticed his hand holding hers. His other hand had fell on her waist, keeping her close to him on this embrace.

“You know this won’t change anything, right?” he whispered against her pointy ear. “Hurt yourself or no, they’re still dead. Unmoving, unchangeable, permanent: that’s what death is. That’s what you did, my love.” He took her hand to his lips, and kissed her fingers, one by one.

His voice was nauseating. His words made her skin crawl. His kisses were poison. And his hands? Treacherous, horrendous hands? Always knew where to touch, where to press, where to hold.

He had slid his arm around her belly, and her body faltered slightly over his. She shivered as her unsteady heart went out of control.

What kind of personal betrayal was it? How could her body lean upon the evil she despised the most? How could she feel anything other than hatred for this nasty creature?

But perhaps a monster called for a monster. Her other half would be like her half.

It was only fair.

Even so, she’d rather be alone forever than staying with him.

“Let me go, I’m tired,” she muttered. “I need to rest in my chambers.”

“Why not in mine? You’re shaking so much; it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to hold you, would it, love?” He turned her over, keeping them face to face. “Or are you thinking about staying with your pet at this time of night?” He smirked.

“He’s not my pet,” came the automatic answer. However, her throat tightened at the thought.

After their discussion, Hiélo came to say sorry a thousand times. His ears were flat, his tail dull, and hearing his voice cracking gnawed at her conscience; which led her to accept his apologies. But, honestly? She didn’t want to. For some reason, she only wanted to be mad at him a little longer. She only wanted to have time to organize her feelings and find a proper reason to forgive him.

But since when did she have a choice? How could she be mad at the person who was trying to love her despite her actions?

She swallowed dry. “Hiélo won’t be there, I promise. I won’t call him.” She slowly took his hands off her. “I want to rest alone; is there a problem with it?”

His eyes scrutinized her wholly. It felt like being under a predator gaze, waiting to be devoured at each minute, counting the last seconds of her life— but then he let go of her waist.

“No, there is not. You can go ahead.” His hand lifted her chin softly. “Ask a maid to help you with the rings, okay? I don’t want to see my wife fingerless.” He chuckled and his face approached hers.

The knot on her stomach increased as she knew what was happening. Knowing didn’t make it the slightest better, so she shut her eyes and counted to five for what seemed an eternity. A hot, burning eternity. Hell itself.

Curse her head for getting lighter.

When he broke the kiss with that grin of his, she didn’t stay a second to hear him. Nothing good could come of that mouth, and she kept repeating it for herself as she stormed on the empty halls.

The heat was unbearably clinging to her, suffocating her lungs and expeling the oxygen left on her. And the tricky part of it? She could stop it, if she wanted. Her spiky halo was lightening the environment, and it was the blatant proof that her powers were acting over something, over herself. Warming, heating, burning until her head was spinning, until her gut was churning, until her skin began swelling.

And they had it worse. They didn’t have time to dwell in a little dizziness.

It was pure torture. Flesh tearing apart, splitting, and shearing from the bones; fire crackling and screams breaking through the space; the stench of coal and smoke flying in the sky… until there was nothing left to see—not even their ashes.

That was the power she held. That was the sin she carried.

Her insides unraveled midway her room, throwing up the contents of her stomach on a corner. She gagged and cried as her body fell its temperature, taking advantage of the unease to finally turn her furnace off.

Really, how could someone live like this? How could someone like her still be alive? Just who allowed her existence in this world?!

She should be dead. She should be dead. She. Should. Be. Dead.

But as she wasn’t, she raised from her place and stumbled forward.

Interview - Ethan

Hello, every-nyan! It was a hustle to convince Ethan, but he finally said yes to our interview! Are you excited, Ethie?!

“Hi, guys.” Smiles sheepish and waves. “Not really, but… for some reason, you want to know more about me, is that right? My name is Ethan Yaneh… or Ethan Price, I don’t know. And I’m 18.”

Relax, Ethan! I admit the questions might be personal, but we’re all friends here, no judgment! Let’s start with an easy one.

1. What would be your ideal date? ( @gojicorps )

“Hm… something like cinema, I guess? It’s quiet and you just enjoy their company beside you. Or maybe having a picnic with lots of fruits, pies and cakes.” Shrugs. “I’m not sure. As long it’s with the person I like, it would be my ideal date.”

Ah, the question has a continuation…

2. When will you acknowledge that you like Maya?

“Maya?” Ears warm up. “Uh… it’s kinda too early to tell I like her, no?… I mean, we did kiss, but it was in the rush of the moment, and I don’t even know her for real, and perhaps she was just kidding, she probably was just bored with the party, and she doesn’t take me seriously, and—“ Brushes face with hands. “Okay, okay, I guess you got it. Can we not pry in my shabby romantic life?”

Haha, sorry! We didn’t intend to make you blush! Let’s get a really easy question for you!

3. How’s your daily life with the Prices?

“Pretty normal? Or, actually, no. They’re extravagant, but in a good way. Does that make sense?…” Frowns slightly, leg bouncing. “Gosh, it doesn’t. Right, lemme try again— They’re very nice and come up with lots of funny ideas. Mr. Price isn’t always at home, but he does his best to keep up when he is, so… yeah, it’s great. It’s just a tiny annoying when I don’t want to participate in their stuff, and they tell me to.”

4. It seems you have met Sammy, your brother, before you get adopted; how was it?

“Ah, Sam is my friend since Elementary school!” Smiles. “I was more talkative back then, so we used to spend a lot of time studying, playing RPG and exploring…” pauses and smile freezes, “…my mum’s garden. It was bigger than normal gardens, you know? A kid’s dream. Full of flowers and birds. We liked it.”

5. The incident happened when you were still young; did you have someone to help you in the time?

Looks away. “The neighbors backed me. I stayed in many friends’ houses, but it was hard to stand those looks.” Swallows. “Dottie told me stay in their house, despite my insistence to not be adopted. I didn't want 'cause it felt… wrong. As if I was, like, trying to delete her from my life?… it was hypocrite.”

6. After it, did you notice any radical changes in your style of life or behavior?

“Yeah, obviously, I got quieter. And shy.” Bites the inside of cheek. “Insecure? The doctor said I had depression and problems with socialization, but apparently I improved. Dottie took me to therapy through the year, and I feel okay, so maybe the doctor is right. I hope.”

7. If you could come back in time and redo something, what would you do?

“There are many things… I’d have behaved better, I wouldn’t be so naive, I’d have loved more, I’d have lived at my best… but sometimes I wonder if it really would change anything.” Hugs cushion. “Maybe it was meant. Maybe I’ll be forever this miserable kid. I wanted to grow up, but how in Heaven’s name am I supposed to do that? They didn’t teach me. They just threw it over me and, ‘well, it’s your problem now.’” Smirks tightly.

8. It has been years; how do you expect to get over this after so long?

Silent, looking down.

“…do I need to get over it?” Mumbling. “She is my mum, I don’t want to forget the good things she did for me. If I do, who am I in the world? All I learned, all I am, came from her. I can’t just… brush her off.”

Ethan, you know this isn’t healthy for you. You probably already heard it, but you won’t grow until you move and try to change. If your mother truly loved you, she would want you to live.

“If she truly loved me, she’d be here.” Frowns and holds cushion tighter.

“…I don’t want to answer more…”

A random, self-insert story. Idk if I’ll continue it.

Just so you know, the inserted character acts nothing like me (they’re too extrovert), but they act in the way I wanted to act if I met her. Anyway, it’s just a silly and fun story that I wanted to write a lot. AO3

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Ray

It happened in a joyful day.

The garden was livid, full of flowers and colorful Nixies. A breeze flowed through, making the leaves dance on air, bringing a sense of calm in the disturbed mind who walked by.

It was impossible to don’t get mesmerized by her flaming hair. Crimson and wild, it seemed like fire itself. Her slim legs paced slowly in the grass, and the Nixies hurried to check out the bloody bandages. These were around her legs, arms and neck, but the woman seemed unbothered.

Instead, her face was hollow. The bags under her eyes told a tale, and her cracked lips continued it. Clouds could be seen in her red irises, simmering over dilated pupils that were focused beyond; far beyond from there.

For a moment, they looked up and noticed the tree over her. Its shadow was solid, protecting her frail skin from the sun.

It was perfect, truly.

Her legs immediately faltered and she fell over the roots. It was quite uncomfortable, but did it matter? She had been in worse conditions and yet, there she was, still alive. So she stayed there, eyes closed, with a pulsing numbness hovering in her body.

She did take more than the normal. She had to. They were so insistent... their voices, pleas and screams. They had crawled under her skin —thus the wounds on her body—, but no longer.

All she could hear were whispers slipping past like sand. The words were feeble, and she couldn’t make out their meanings. She didn’t want to. Didn’t care to.

Some would call it madness.

Peace, she named it.

There was nothing like the pure state of silence and unconsciousness. Fleeting memories would come and leave, no thoughts were required, and the outer world wouldn’t reach her.

For this reason, she frowned at the new stimulus from outside her mind.

“Hellooo,” hummed serene. “Are you fine?”

Goosebumps surged from the stroke on her cheek. So gentle, so sweet, barely touching her. It didn’t felt like Hiélo’s or Sylris’s. It was more… refreshing.

Kenyan opened her eyes and the world around was spinning. Everything was blurred and abstract, except the person in front of her.

“So you are alive!” They smiled and tilted their head. “You got me worried for a sec’, you know?”

Their voice settled in her ears, feeling like a massage in her brain. Soothing, relaxed, warm… she never heard anything like that, did she?

And their face was a sight. Radiant and beautiful, youthful in the tender light. They looked happy. Complete.

When and how did she kill them?

She stared and stared, watching as they accommodated themselves laid in the fresh grass. Their eyes shone at her, as if waiting for something.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I don’t remember you.”

“Of course you don’t, it’s the first time we met.” They giggled and held her hand. “Though I know you, Kenyan. You’re so awesome! I’ve always wanted to talk to you like this.”

She didn’t held their hand back. Not because she didn’t want, but because she didn’t have strength to. Somehow, the person seemed to know it.

“What are you doing here?” they asked.

Running. Escaping. Hiding.

“Resting,” she answered.

“Hmm, your garden is very beautiful, indeed a wonderful place to rest.” They nodded and then gasped. “Can I live here?! I promise to take care of everything while you’re out!”

Live there?

“Why?”

“Because it’s great, and I get to see you!” Their eyes smiled. “Will you come to visit me often?”

She blinked and her finger twitched. Who was that daring person? She didn’t say they could live there, but they’re asking if she’ll visit them. She never saw their face, but they talk as if they were long friends. How so shameless? How so casual? How so nice?

“Okay, I will.”

“Yey!” They cheered and got up in a jump. “You’re the best, Kenyan! See you soon, your love is coming to get you!”

And just like that, they left like they appeared.

…what was it? A spirit, a ghost or hallucination?

She didn’t even ask their name. So rude of her…

They said her love was coming; did they mean Sylris? People trust his words more than rumors, and he said so convincingly that they were deeply in love… yuck.

But for her surprise, the arms who held her weren’t Sylris. Even in her sick state, she knew it was Hiélo. Her love.

How did they know it?

Straining her eyes, she glanced at Hiélo who was visibly worried, carrying her to somewhere. He was rushing. So cute.

“Élo, did you see someone in the garden?…”

His ears twitched. “What did you say?”

“Short…” she mumbled half-awaken, half-asleep, “shiny, shameless, sheepish…” she chuckled. “Why am I ‘sh-ing’ everything?”

“Focus, Kenyan!” He held her slightly tighter. “Was somebody with you?!”

“I don’t know. They said they were gonna live there. It’s their home. Don’t shove them away.”

“Oh great evil...” He frowned and barked at the other guards, saying a lot of orders, but she wasn’t hearing anymore.

Her mind faltered beyond; far beyond from there. To where the person was. To when she was going to see them again.

She couldn’t wait for it.

Interview with the Family!

I decided I’ll ask some questions to my OCs and write their answers down, the most honest way, but also following their traits.

Soooo if you want to participate, just write your question here (or in the ask button) and tell with who you are talking to!

I already have Sylris’s interview, but if you want to ask something to him, I can add it too.

Brief review of them:

Ethan: protagonist, kinda naive, miss his mum Kenyan

Maya: helping Ethan, she’s mysterious, flirty and funny

Behati: “my name is Sasuke Uchiha, what I have isn’t a dream, because I’ll turn it in reality”, older sibling, hates Maivtre

Yuno: chaotic child, isolated from world, sick all the time

Kenyan, aka Maivtre: heartless queen, doesn’t know how to take good decisions, “I’m the worst.”

Sylris, aka Odabrani: kind king, ten steps ahead, desires many things

Hiélo: loyal guard, hates cruelty, hard-working, comforting presence

(You can see their posts in their hashtags)

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.”

More old designs!!!!

Kenyan was Llyísma (how is it pronounced???), and the stereotypical Elfin Princess. Ask my younger me why the wings, cuz I’m unable to tell 😀 I don’t remember much of her previous story, but I know she was in love with her guard. She also participated in a rebellion (second drawing), but it doesn’t even make sense; Kenyan, wearing an armor and fighting straight on? I doubt it.

That’s Nalyke, currently Hiélo. I changed the name to Aliza cuz I was confusing it with Kenyan’s name, but some things happened at home and I considered safer to make Aliza a male, so now it’s Hiélo. The personality and lore itself didn’t change a lot, only the gender.

Ah, there was Hiélo’s siblings too, but now I don’t know if I should keep it or no. Maya (I mentioned her once) was his sister, but it’s not anymore. There’s also Izak, but I don’t know if I should even keep him as a character anymore.

That’s Izak, previously a guard and Sylris’s left hand. Now, IF he appears in my story, he’ll be a priest.

And that’s Yuno! Somehow, HE NEVER CHANGED! His name was always Yuno and his first appearance stays (except the eyes). But his personality is a question mark even now. I don’t know if he’d be more playful, serious, or shy, so I’ll just write his reactions and see how he acts through the book.

Me trying to write OC lore but I give up after one paragraph

Hey question about Love and Joy. Are they like a seperate entity from their user? Or is it the same person with differant presentations?

Hi! they're a separate entity as like they are the user's avatar/oc like the user always tries to make her in all games they play y'know, like in MMORPGs, games in which you can customize your character, like they also made them on the sims 2 (that's the sims game they play) and I bet they would make them on picrew if they had the possibility lolz :3c THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR QUESTION!!

Deadly magic!!

The usually cemetery was unusually loud today, as loud as a funeral can get. Axel was loved by many, their death bringing a whole crowd of people together, their whole family reunited to mourn them.

The contrasts between people that loved them and were forced to be there was quite obvious, only one group was sobbing over the deceased in front of them.

The priest finished the ceremony, closing the casket and burying it at last.

Unlucky for them, the waste dump on the lake near their tomb woke them up from their slumber. Once they opened their eyes, they banged on the casket’s lid erratically. Their tomb was shallow, such a commotion made the bell on their grave sound frantically. They managed to dig their way out, leaving the gravedigger terrified. Once he took a good look at them he ran away as fast as he could, not looking back.

‘So rude,’ they thought as they dusted off their clothes, ‘didn’t even let me thank him.’

They made their way to the entrance, catching a glimpse of themselves on the gravedigger’s shed’s window. Axel let out a yelp; the bottom half of their skull was missing as well as some patches of skin, which was a yellowish-greenish colour, their hair is now thin and ash brown.

They ran their hands over what remained of their face, trying to take it all in.

special thanks to my partner @hive-rambling for helping me translate it, you're the best<3

Here is Part 2!! I'm honestly really having fun with all of this and it really helps me get my story going so I might keep this up !! ---------------------- CROSS

Spooky bat (...that is a vampire...) that lives in the deeper parts of Hells Valley. He easily communicates with anyone, as he gets straight to the point and wastes no time. He's blunt and has a soft side to him as well, you just have to be close to him. He is one of the only ones besides the Shrine Keepers and the Royals that can travel to the Overworld by himself. He is a messenger and a ferry in Hells Valley, and is very trusted. He is friends with Yoru as well, and can get him to go where he is needed quickly without resistance. "I'll need to get ahold of either Syndrone or Eclipse. Hang tight. Don't do anything stupid." Cross goes off and goes to see Nightmare, another Shrine Keeper. ---------------------- NIGHTMARE

Nightmare is a very serious guy. He is what is called an Igami. He is also a Shrine Keeper, and the 'portal' between all realms. Not much is known about him at all, as only a few can see him, including Cross and Eclipse. ---------------------- ECLIPSE

Eclipse is a very powerful being, known to rise the moon and whatnot, but those are just rumors...right? She is the Overworld portal, meaning she has to open a portal for people to get to other realms. Only a few can do this, those being Syndrone, all Shrine Keepers, and Cross; with permission. Not much is known about Eclipse either, as she is a very silent individual. She is barely seen speaking to others, but when she does, she has a heart of gold. The other Portal, Syndrone, does not. ---------------------- That ends part 2 ! This one was longer but I feel like it was more organized too! I'm starting to get excited showing my babs to other people!! If you guys have any questions, please let me know!! I would love to answer any questions about them. I will also be continuing this as well, as it is very fun! ---------------------- ONCE AGAIN, THE ART IS NOT MINE AT ALL. DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL. Credits of Cross's art goes to Kopiko Credits of Nightmare's art goes to Glitch Credits of Eclipse's art goes to Ecliipse They are all on Toyhou.se !!

Look closely everyone

"A successfull hunt"

Got an idea for one of my OCs outfits and possible hobby. Finally nail down how exactly the outfit looks. It may change in the future, but not bad for a first draft.

She has a lot of scars cause of a buch of difrent inncedents in her life. She goes by a nickname Minty(may change later) and is quite well liked by the towns people. She sometimes helps the local butcher stock some wild animal meat (boar, elk, and so on). She is very familiar with the neighboring forest due to the fact that she need quite a lot of meat in her diet and excercise to stay healthy so she picked up huntting as a hobby. She usualy stores her huntting gear in the butcher shop so she can quickly get it if the butcher was running low on stock.

Minty used to be my trauma dump charecter so now im trying to give her some much needed fluf and happy times and therapy. Its actualy quite intresting to explore the thought and behaviors of an edgy/cringe OC I had since I was 11 and trying to give her a happy story without erasing or denying what I originaly came up with. It also make for amazing daydreaming too.

Some sketches I've made in whiteboard!

Angst lore :)

Stimmies!!

Baby Lynx before the incident

Clubs and Hofnarr :D

— [🕸] Project: SWING! presents:

SWINGTember!

‼️CALLING ALL SPIDER-MAN‼️

September’s the month for swinging with fellow Spideys! There really aren’t a lot of rules to this; we want it to be fun, so absolutely go ham! We do however encourage keeping in mind the following stuff:

[🕸] This is all in good fun! You don’t have to do all twelve prompts, and you definitely don’t have to write or draw anything huge!

[🕸] It would be cool if you guys used the #SWINGtember tag so that we can find, enjoy, and share your works!

[🕸] As much as possible keep it SFW OR at least give the proper warnings if you think works may be potentially triggering in certain aspects (CW: eyestrain, flashing lights, blood, etc)

We really hope you can join us and swing by ;D SEE YOU SPIDEYS LATER!

Phew 😮‍💨 this took awhile to finish. Nothing like a little bit of lore for the story! (There’s two key words in the comic a small key to some more lore!)

Hey pheonix just a question but how did you lose your eye was it in a accident or was it that way when you were born?

Pheonix: personally I don’t really remember cuz I was pretty young when it happened like Maybe 4 or 5. But I remember being bullied and picked on by some of the followers kids but one day they took it way to far. They led me to this big ditch that was probably 6 to 7 feet long. They dared me to walk over the log to the other side and oh how foolish of me that was……I ended up falling in I don’t know how long I was in there but I remember having to cry myself to sleep some nights. But one night I saw these little orbs of light idk what they were but it felt nice, and familiar in a way. When I woke up I was out of the bitch idk how but I had a pretty neat idea of how.

Artfight is live!

In two hours but shhhhhhhh

I’m a little sad I didn’t get to update everyone’s ref sheet, but I’ll probably do that during the month as well.

Want to attack me? Here’s my profile! I do almost anything and I’m always willing to try something new, not to mention I prioritize revenges.

Below are the refs I updated for artfight (not the old ones cause those aren’t really canon anymore…..)

Dante and Crete in modern clothing. Proportions are a little wack but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Welcome to Exernia: Shapeshifters

More info below the cut!

(Gore and blood warning)

Hey there! A while ago, on instagram, I posted a short guide to the species of Exernia (the fictional world I created). However, that guide limited each species to one slide and it didn’t really talk about all the stuff I wanted to talk about. Plus, a lot of the stuff is now outdated and I CAN DO BETTER.

Snug was the first shapeshifter I ever made. He was my persona at the time (not anymore though) and I called his species “Crownies.” That sucked so I changed it.

Some additional info I couldn’t figure out how to fit:

They still require the same organs that living things usually have (heart, lungs, etc) but where they are differs

Shapeshifters are often mistrusted by the majority of people on Exernia because of their ability to shift, many people defaulting them to criminals or cheats.

Shapeshifters are more rare than other species because of their unique reproductive system.

Unlike some species, like Ogres and Elementals, shapeshifters don’t have a unique shared culture.

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).

Goblok in MHIY (My happiness is you) au

This is his starting character ref for now ...I will make his full body soon- anyways....meet him!

His Lore!:

His part of a village filled with his kind, he was captured during his wedding day. Goblok witnesses his bride's death right in front of him as he wasn't even able to touch her or even embrace her for the last time. It traumatized him (despite that his bride was also his childhood crush-and the bride also liked him). His village is located in dark wood.

The trauma got to him real bad, he was then rescued by the lamb (Early cult leader). His issues started to show after being around the cult, he began to have nightmares from the wedding day, harming new fellow cultists in fear that they will kill him, grieves for the loss of his late bride, surprisingly the Lamb is the only one who can calm him down.

And she's the only one that can lower his walls down for. Lamb marries Gob, trying her best to help him out of his misery by fulfilling the role of his late bride, his case was the worst. The Lamb reminds him of his late bride, they have perfect similarities except that she's a Lamb. He sees his bride in the lamb, that's why he calms down whenever he sees her

Their marriage is only transactional, the Lamb is aware of this and will keep her followers faith satisfied. She sees him as someone that she can tell all her problems to and is very attached to him since his the first follower (As Goblok is also attached to her).

Years passed, he slowly healed from the trauma but still has a huge tendency to relapse if the Lamb suddenly disappears unbeknownst to him.

Additional info about him:

-has known the Lamb before the others

-had 3 Resurrections (one from dying old, second from expedition, 3rd from trying to break of a fight between cultists) 

-He married the Lamb for mental health purposes, and also to feel safe and to secure himself from the other followers. To avoid hurting others whenever there's an episode of his panic attacks or trauma attacks. 

-Hates not being reassured 

-is the emotional support of the Lamb and the Lamb is their emotional support as well

-sees the Lamb as for who she is (on what he thinks who the lamb is for him)

-Devoted follower of the Lamb

-favorite color sky Blue

-second male lead syndrome

-Likes to paint the lamb

-he thinks that he knows who the Lamb fully (he doesn't)

-their marriage is nothing but only transactional, Gob promises to not fall for the Lamb.

“.. mars often blames themselves for what happened to their mom, had they not returned, she wouldn’t have died.”

RAAAAAHH FUCK DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH UGGGHHHH

These two are my everything right now, and it’s so fucking tragic

Shoutout to mitski’s I bet on losing dog that jump started my inspiration to do this audio, I love them so much </3

I haven’t posted in awhile! Please forgive me- I’ve been kind of busy with life and just forget about tumblr half of the time

Anyways! Some fun art I did while experimenting and stuff (hastag I will not share the lore)

Oc lore! Mars lore bug time y’all

The song is cell block tango!

I just- I needed to draw these two, they’re so comfort and cures all my issues

They have my entire heart and soul, I love them so much