What’s Your Biggest Source Of Inspiration For Ethan :D

They look really cool woah ⚠️⚠️ your style fits them better, but I had to make at least a quick sketch of them :))

DOUG AND TRIXIE SKETCH PAGE SET!!!

(Interactions would be incredibly appreciated!)

Quality Time

Behold! The drawing that almost gave me a heart attack ❤️ despite the problems, it finished fine and I loved the result 🤙🏽

In case you don’t recognize, the boy is Seth, from In My Hands (Ashes AU, idk if this name is good, help), and the doctors are Sylris and Kenyan. Mostly, Sylris does all the stuff, and Kenyan is there as a support for them.

Seth has his hashtag now, if you want to check it out.

Valentine Cards 3

Hiélo’s turn!

Woohoo, “angst” is Kenyan’s middle name and it’s impossible to don’t show it in her relationships 💔 she loves Hiélo a lot, but she worries she might be using him just for comfort.

It’s complicate when you have a second voice (coughcoughSylriscoughcough) convincing you of it 🥲

(I didn’t even bother to paint the comic cuz I knew it would be so lazy done that would be worse.)

Onokif

"Illusion". I was thinking about their daily lives, and I had an awesome idea (maybe no, but I like it).

Kenyan was in the forest with Hiélo, and he said something that made her laugh for real. Everything is normal so far. What changed is that Sylris was nearby, saw it, and took a picture of her (if they have magic, they have a way to take pictures).

Some days later, Kenyan found an enormous poster of her in the castle. All the servants thought she was amazing on it, so different from her usual self! However, Kenyan considered it a personal mocking, because it was a reminder of everything she wasn't anymore. Sylris didn't want to take it off, but she threatened to burn down the poster and the castle if he didn't, so he eventually gave up.

...and took it to his room. They had an agreement not to mess up each other's rooms, so Kenyan couldn't destroy the poster while it was there. Now she's trying to convince him to take that away, because it's too shameful to "deal" with Sylris while a happier version of her is judging her actions. You try to guess what actions, based on their appearance.

"You're insufferable."

"And you're so pretty when smiling, dear <3"

"Take this down."

"No, it was expensive, and a rare moment."

"I wasn't smiling for your picture, Sylris."

"What makes it all better! It means your dog is serving his purpose."

"Don't call him a dog!"

That one meme, but they’re deranged 🫶🏽

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.

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)

CW: abuse, gore?, description of burning death

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“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.

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.

What OC of mine would you spend a day with? And doing what with them?

And what OC would you avoid? Why?

Me: I’d spend a day with Ethan going in his favorite places (museums, parks, cafés) and eating sweet desserts.

And I’d avoid Behati because I’d be extremely uncomfortable with the amount of awkward silence ☠️