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Drowning in You
A not-friendly reminder that Sylris isn’t there just to play house.
Keny Yaneh
Kenyan is the best of both worlds; try to change my mind. She’s gorgeous as a woman, gorgeous as a man, bet she’s gorgeous even as a worm.
In case you don’t know her yet, here she is:
(AAAAAAAAAAASOPRETTYAAAAAAAAAAAA)
As One
I was really doubtful about if I should post it or not, but they’re married, it’s not showing anything more, so it’s fine. (I have a faith, I worry about sin 🫶🏽)
Kenyan and Sylris again, cuz why not, right? I like them very much, no matter the universe they are. And I guess this is the best kiss I ever drew lol.
CW: abuse, gore?, description of burning death
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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.
Mizan
I won’t say the translation, sry. It’s a scene from that short story/fic I’m writing with Kenyan and a self-insert character. AO3
For some reason, I don’t imagine this character the way I actually am. I imagine them blond, short hair, greek-like clothes (? First drawing). But drawing them that way was too off from how I look, so I drew them like that (Second drawing) which is still nothing like me, but at least they look like I wanted to look
And they’re hotter now. Haha!
(I love the nixies. I wanted to “talk” nixian with them)
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Heated
They weren’t there anymore.
Kenyan searched the garden upside down, the castle, the forest, the city… but nobody saw them. Sure, her description of them wasn’t the greatest, but people had to notice that glowing person. They weren’t someone you glance at only once; they were like a magnet attracting her, and it should have happened with everyone else, too.
So where could they have gone?
She even wondered if they were an image from her mind, but, as far as she knew, hallucinations don’t act like they did:
An intruder broke the castle’s window yesterday, messed up Sylris’s chambers, stole food from the kitchen, cleaned her chambers, and put a big stuffed panda on her bed.
And nobody, not even Hiélo who was in her room, heard or saw anything while it happened. The only witness of the supposed “intruder” was her, Kenyan, when she was high, sleep-deprived, and with loss of blood.
It couldn’t have happened for real. They weren’t real. What she saw wasn’t an intruder. They even claimed the garden their home! What kind of intruder would be this bold at Maivtre? And the guards also searched for them in the garden, asked the Nixies if they noticed something and… nothing.
They had to be a figment of her imagination. A self-relief her brain came up with, that somehow worked.
Last night she fell in a deep slumber while hugging that panda (Hiélo said she threatened to set fire on him if he tried to take it), and that was far the best sleep she had in years. No dreams, no nightmares, no interruptions… just a full eight hours of rest. The migraine and nausea still came when she woke up, but that was common. She couldn’t have asked for anything better! Her mind was useful for once!
But even after being sure that person was something she invented, there she was in the garden, crouched by the flowers and signing to a group of Nixies.
Person. Light. There. Me. ?
And they shook their heads, no. Kenyan frowned slightly and tried again.
Walking. Jumping. Happy. Here. Home. ?
And they shook their heads, no. Also, one flew to Kenyan’s head, touched her forehead and dragged their tiny hands down her face. After staring at her, the nixie flattened their wings.
“You’re getting crazy. You were falling apart. Are you okay?”
She huffed and got up, quickly signing a “fine” for them.
“I told you,” the rough voice sounded behind her. “Nobody saw the intruder.”
“Yes, Élo, thank you for pointing out the obvious,” she replied harsher than expected.
His eyes squinted at her as they walked towards the tree. It was enormous, providing the same shadow she had used yesterday. The same shadow she shared with them. Right there. Where she felt them, their warmth, their excitement, and their happiness for being with her.
Could you imagine it? Even Kenyan herself couldn’t stand her presence, and someone, something, actually liked her!
“Kenyan, do you seriously don’t remember anything about their appearance? Gender? Voice?”
She sighed hard, rolling her eyes before turning at him.
“Why would I lie about it?” Her eyebrows raised. “Haven’t I been searching for them as well?!”
“How can I know what’s going on in your mind?” He crossed his arms. “They got you a teddy bear; how can I know if you aren’t keeping them hidden because of it?”
She flinched with the sharp pain on her head.
“Please, Hiélo, I might be a menace, but I am not reckless about this kingdom.” Her face scrunched. “If you think I can’t distinguish between safe and dangerous, you might as well have a problem with your mind.”
His jaw clenched as his tail lashed back and forth. Then, looking away, he pursed his lips. Avoiding talking to her. Avoiding her.
It was dizzying.
“Say it,” she demanded. “Now, while I’m listening.”
“…it’s not relevant.”
“I decide what’s relevant. Say it.”
He looked at her in that same reprimanding way. As if he was her father. As if she was a brat. As if he knew better than her.
“Look, I don’t want to offend you, but all you have been doing are dangerous and reckless things.”
“Ah, is that so? Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” She closed her hands on fists as her chest rose and fell. “I am aware of my dangerous and reckless behavior, General, and despite everything, I am still the Maivtre of this nation. I care about my people. I’ve been doing what I can to bear this burden, and I won’t doom it all over a teddy bear, as you swiftly placed in your statement.”
His eyes softened and her body tensed, shaking in disbelief.
“Kenyan, you know this isn’t what I said…” He reached for her hand, unclenching her fingers carefully. “I’m sorry if it sounded like that, I won’t ask again. Could you sit down and breathe slowly? Your head will get better if you do.”
There it goes. Hiélo, the white knight, and Kenyan, the poor queen.
Kenyan this! Kenyan that! Kenyan should! Kenyan could! Kenyan’s dumb! Kenyan’s wrong!
When will they stop treating her like a fool?
She shoved his hand away and paced back. “Keep guard from the outside. I’ll stay here for longer.”
“But you’re not fine, you should call the doct—“
“Yes, cause of my migraine, I am aware!” She glared at him. “Get out!”
He looked hurt at her, but she was already approaching the tree, finding that comforting spot amidst the roots. When she sat, he was marching at the door, and the place finally got its quietude back.
Her head leaned against the tree, and she breathed in, trying to control her heart. That unending pain was shattering her sanity, and the lack of answers wasn’t helping.
If that person was there, would they help her to calm?
No, but who in the cosmos could they be? A single day they appeared, and everything was messed up that much. A single day, and half the castle hates them. A single day, and they got her obsessed with them.
And they weren’t even real, were they? They came from her fractured soul.
So why couldn’t she summon them when she needed? Why wouldn’t they appear now? Why can’t they hear her crying?
(I got lazy and didn’t make the drawing 🤙🏽 it’s also written in a different format, but enjoy it)
Interview - Sylris
Greetings, citizens of Martra and all surroundings! Today, Odabrani—our king and messenger— provided us a glimpse of his personal life!
“Hello, my friends.” Smiles gently. “You can call me ‘Sylris’ for today. It’s a basic personal information to have: my full name, ‘Sylris Kem Yaneh’, and my age, somewhere in my 40s.”
Oh! Such a beautiful name, Sylris! If you are watching us from Earth, his age is around 26-28 human years! Now shall we start?!
1. Sylris, many would say you’re a master of manipulation. What’s your secret to always staying ahead of everyone else?
“Do they say it?” Chuckles. “Well, it’s not a secret for anyone: patience is the answer. Trying to get ahead of them will make you get ahead of yourself, and this is when you fail. So take it easy, as if this is a walk in the park.” Smiles.
2. You’ve lived through some… questionable situations in your past, yet you seem to have come out on top. Is there any moment you regret, or do you consider everything a necessary step to where you are now?
“Hm… tough question.” Leans back in the couch, leg crossed and hands together. “I wouldn’t call it regret, but there are certain things I could have done better, made a different choice…” sighs. “Entertaining that ugly noble was so boring, so easy… Kenyan is far more interesting to deal with.” Smirks. “But I don’t regret my outcome, and I’m sure my steps were extremely necessary to get me here.”
3. You seem to have a very… unique perspective on relationships, especially with Kenyan. Some might say you’re controlling or manipulative, but do you see it as simply ‘guiding’ her? What is it you want from her, exactly?
A smile slowly creeps on his lips.
“What do I want from my wife? Isn’t it obvious? What more could I wish, but the best for us?”
“You might have the vision I’m manipulating her, but at the end, weren’t they all her choices? Wasn’t she the one who pushed them away? Wasn’t I the one to stay?” Fidgets with his ring. “Not wanting to brag, but I do much better than certain people who ‘swear to love you till the moon and back’,” says in a high pitch and laughs.
4. You have a son, Ethan. Do you care about him? Or is he just another piece in your grand design?
“Ethan Yaneh, my son.” Hums, tapping finger on thigh. “I must admit: I wasn’t a present father in his life, despite my wishes. But what could I do? Kenyan didn’t want me close to him, claiming I would ‘intoxicate the kid with my behavior’.” Snorts. “Such an idiocy, if I must add. He’d be far better living with us, learning important lessons, instead of stay in Earth playing house. And the worst? Kenyan isn’t there to watch him, so who knows how he will appear next?” Frowns up slightly and looks away. “As my son, I expected he’d be at least a bit dignified. I know he was smart at school when he was a kid, but I worry his intelligence go only for academic matters…” sighs.
5. Let’s say things don’t go your way. Let’s say you lose. What then? What happens to you if you’re outplayed?
“It won’t happen.”
…but in a “what-if”. Just in case—
“It won’t happen.”
He stares at the interviewer, straight face.
Okay… could you at least explain?
Lifts an eyebrow. “I made sure of it?” Crosses his arms “No matter what, I am sure I will win. Even if I die, I win. So there’s no reason to delve deeper into this subject… next question.”
6. You hold so much power, so much control. But tell me—when you were younger, powerless, no one—what kept you going?
“As I said, patience first. But it’s desire what run us, no?” Tilts head slightly. “Desire to have something greater, to be someone bigger, to do things better. I desired, so I moved. And look where it took me?” Smirks, glancing at the luxurious room of the castle.
7. You talk about desire like it’s the only force that matters. But do you ever just… want something simple? Something human?
“Hm… greed itself is a very human feeling; saying that my power and desires aren’t ‘human’ for being complex is pretty rude.” Leans back. “But I understand your reasoning. In my case, I lost my parents when I was young, when my place was enslaved. Perhaps it made me miss something to call ‘home’? So having this castle, these people to rule, my wonderful wife, and a cute son?” Smiles “Well, I guess I fulfilled my ‘human’ wishes.”
8. You say you love your wife, your son. But if they ever truly betrayed you—if Kenyan escaped, if Ethan fought against you—what then?
“…I don’t see it happening. I don’t know why they would do such a thing, but…” Fidgets with the sleeve of shirt. “If they ever do, I’ll just have to bring them back?” Smiles softly. “As a father, my role is to keep our family working, right? And I exercise my function with perfection—they wouldn’t stay far for a long time. They would eventually miss it, no? The comfort of being together? Of having a home, just like I did?”
9. You’ve been in control of everything, all this time. But tell me the truth—just once. Are you ever afraid?
“Well, it gets a bit annoying when something goes out of planned. I do have a plan for everything, but changing the strategy in a rush is always a mess.” Sighs and rolls eyes.
Hm, I didn’t ask if you get annoyed; I asked if you get afraid. Fear. Worry. Do you ever feel like that?
Frowns. “Why would I? Nothing out of ordinary will happen, nothing scary as my late mother-in-law destroying my planet.” Looks away, nonchalant voice. “If I was to die; okay, it wouldn’t be bad. If Kenyan was to die; a problem, but I would fix. If Ethan was to die; I told Kenyan he had to be here.”
“So, no, nothing scares me. I’m at my comfort zone, 24/7.”
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)
I’m not a shapeshifter, but Sylris (my OC) is, and despite he not liking to expose his abilities, he made an exception for you only:
- Can you change your brain/other organs?
“Only if I have an extensive knowledge of how these organs work. The brain is too complex, with neurons and regions that change depending on their function. It’s not good to try changing it, as it can be a failure and cause an irreversible modification.”
- If you can change organs, if you had a lung cancer, could you shift your lungs to lungs that don’t have cancer?
“Yes, if I make an autopsy on a healthy lung.”
- What parts of your body do and don’t count as the shapes you shift?
“All of them count, including minor parts, such as nails, eyelashes, pores… This is why I can’t change to any shape I want, but only those I had studied a lot. It is a long journey.”
- Can you change your brain cells?
“As explained previously, yes, but I prefer to not do it. It is hard enough to understand how animals’ brains work, I rather don’t spend more time trying to change my brain if I am satisfied with it.”
“In resume, being a shapeshifter from my world requires you to be extremely disciplined, patient and dedicated. Many didn’t get to make it work because it is hard to adquire legal ways to study these organisms. But in my case… well, I’m the king now, they won’t send an arrest warrant for me, will they?”
A list of questions I have for shapeshifters
-Can you change your brain/other organs?
-If you can change organs, if you had lung cancer, could you shift your lungs to lungs that don't have cancer?
-What parts of your body do and don't count as the shapes you can shift?
-Can you change your braincells?
To any shapeshifters that may be on this website or just to people who know a lot about them
Yet another backstory!
AO3 / Wattpad
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“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.”
I decided I’ll add short backstories after each chapter (probably). So now I added one and update some tiny details in the other chapters. (Ugh, it’s so annoying to update things in three apps, cuz I use Docs, then AO3, then Wattpad 😭)
AO3 / Wattpad
9 Y - 11 M - 22 D
“Are you coming later?”
“Uh… I don’t know if my mum will let me go, especially in this weather.” He looked at the sky outside. That storm was about to collapse everything, for certain.
“Jesus, Ethie! Your mum will never let you visit us?!”
The boy smiled sheepishly and fixed the backpack straps. “She’s worried. We never stay away from each other, you know?”
“You are away now.” Sam raised his brows while pushing the door open.
“The teachers are looking,” Ethan said while dodging the loud children. “It’s not the same as going home with you.”
“My mum will be there, why would she be worried about anything?!” He glanced at his friend. “Sometimes I think she’s too protective of you; just saying.”
Ethan grimaced. “I know, but…”
It was his mum. It was normal for her to be worried, right? It meant she loved him a lot. It meant she cared. There was no reason for him to be mad.
Not when she was there at the entrance, with two umbrellas at hand. She always came to get him in time, no matter the situation.
And his mum had the prettiest smile ever.
“Hi, sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead softly before patting his head. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yeah, mum! The teacher tried to make an experiment, but he had the wrong ratio, so I taught him how he could fix it!”
“Nice job, Ethan,” she smiled. “I bet the teacher was deeply impressed by you.”
“More likely depressed…” mumbled Sam.
Ethan heard it and he knew his mother heard as well. It was that brief twitch in her ear that gave her feelings out.
At that moment, Ethan wanted to have telepathic conversations with her, so he could gently say, “MUM, YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH MY FRIENDS! I WON’T TALK TO YOU ALL DAY IF YOU DO IT!”, but as he didn’t have this power, he just begged internally she’d understand his intentions.
She gazed at him and glared at Sam for a tense, long moment. The boy averted his eyes, retreating a step, and Ethan was ready to snoop in to help his friend.
But then her polite smile came back.
“Hi, Sammy. How is Mrs. Price doing?”
Ethan exhaled and nudged Sam to answer, who frowned and whined lowly before turning to the woman.
“She’s fine, Ms. Yaneh, thanks for asking.” He looked at Ethan and cleaned his throat. “By the way… I asked her earlier, and she said Ethan could come over after school. If you let him. She said she’d get us by car because of the storm.”
“Did she?” Ethan whispered.
“She did.”
“But didn’t you say you’d ask her when s—“
”She did,” Sam scowled at him.
Ethan finally understood and got quiet. Sam was predicting the future, as he liked to describe his lies. He was used to saying things he hoped would happen—and they mostly did—, but Ethan wasn’t in the mood to risk it with his mum. Should he meddle in?
“Oh…” She turned at the view. “Why go by car when you can walk? The weather is nice today.”
The kids looked in the same direction she was looking at. They saw no living beings out there. They heard the rain making holes in the roof. They shivered with the cold wind. It didn't seem it would stop soon.
“Nice weather?...” Ethan tried slowly.
“Yes, it's refreshing and the sun won't bother you. Truly wonderful… Don't you think so?” She sounded genuinely confused. “Ah, is it because you don't like the noise, son? At home, it’s not that loud; you will feel better when we get there. Let me carry your bag.”
Ethan didn't question. It was “mum being mum”, so he just handed her the bag.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Sam interrupted. “You are not thinking of going in that storm, are you?! Why didn't you park your car closer, Ms. Yaneh?!”
“I didn't bring the car, Sammy.” She put the bag on. “Didn't you hear? It's a nice weather to walk.”
“But you're going to get drenched!” He fiercely pointed outside. “It’s raining!”
“...yes, I have noticed, thank you.” She gave an umbrella for Ethan. “Shall we go? I have to cook lunch.”
“Ma'am!” Sam got between her and Ethan, spreading his arms open. “You can't do it! Isn't it better to talk to my mum, so she can take us home by car? I'm sure lunch will be ready!”
“Sam, don't…”
“You can't possibly be okay with it too, right, Ethie?! You will get sick!”
People were gathering around, already muttering about a fight that would start.
“It’s Ethan, again.”
“Ohh, he must be destroying that loser!”
“Is that his mother? Won't she stop them?”
Oh no, they were getting it all wrong. Ethan wasn't fighting anyone this time! And can't they see it's Sam? Why would he do such a thing to him?!
However, Ethan realized his mother wouldn't care about fighting a kid or two…
She pushed Sam out of the way a little more intensely than necessary and held Ethan’s hand to pull him close to her.
“I appreciate your concern, Sammy Price,” she replied dryly, “but I know exactly what I am doing. I'd also appreciate it if you cease your insistence, so don't try asking once again if Ethan can go to your home—he will go when he's ready for it. Meanwhile, feel free to visit us with a previous warning.”
Ethan visibly cringed as his mum pulled him away. He should say sorry to Sam, but how could he, if he couldn't even say bye?! She just kept leading him forward, creating more rumors to his scholarly life.
“You saw it?! Even Ethan’s mum is cool!”
“Of course, she is! He had to learn it from someone!”
“I’d be the happiest kid alive if I had a badass mum like her…”
Argh, for the stars! They'd keep saying it the whole week, asking Ethan a thousand questions, and importunating his studies! That was terrible! Horrible! His life ended!
When they were finally alone, Ethan stomped in place, screaming to be heard over the rain.
“MUM, why did you have to do that?!”
“Do what?” She fixed his umbrella over his shoulder. “Stating the obvious for that child?”
“Being rude to Sam! He was suggesting something good for us, not a kidnapping!”
“Is that so? Next time, tell him I only accept useful suggestions.” She held his hand and pulled him to move. “No, to be more exact, tell him not to suggest anything if I haven't asked.”
“MUM, I'M SERIOUS!”
“And so am I, Ethan! I honestly don't understand why you would befriend someone like him, but you still want it, so I’m not trying to stop you…” She sighed and glanced at him. “I just want you to be careful, sweet. You are very special to me, and I get worried about what could happen when I'm not there for you… Can you try to understand my side?”
“I understand, mum! But you also need to understand my side!” He pouted. “I’m almost ten! I'm growing! I can live without you for a few hours, you know?!”
She gripped his hand and looked away.
Ethan stepped inside a puddle.
The rain filled the silence, constant with its sound.
Why was she taking so long to answer back? She'd sometimes lose her words when the subject was her, but it didn't happen when it was his demands. She'd find a way to make him satisfied, then laugh about how stubborn they both were.
Why was she thinking so hard? Was she really scared that Ethan would get hurt by visiting Sam? If so, she must have a reason, right? She wouldn't think this just because.
“...If it's dangerous, I won't ask for it, mommy. I'm sorry.”
“It’s not dangerous, it’s just…” She could barely be heard, as she wasn't even facing him. “You're right, you're growing. I should be the one sorry for not realizing it. I'll let you go to Sammy’s house.” She swallowed and grinned at him. “But could you wait until you're ten? I wanted to stay these last days, you and me, doing our things together. Before you turn full grown-up, right?”
He smiled and lowered his head. “I was kidding, mommy, I won't be a grown-up when I'm ten!”
“You lied to me, you little menace?!” She let go of his hand to pinch his nose. “I was completely worried that I'd need to buy you L sized clothes, and you were kidding?!”
“AHH, I'M SORRY! LEMME GO, MOMMY!”
They laughed and joked all the way back home, ignoring the rain and all the cars who passed by throwing water.
Somehow, they didn't get a drop wet.
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.
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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.)
Relationships Chart
A bit confusing, but this is how the relationships are supposed to be. Maybe it will change while I'm writing, as I'm still thinking what am I supposed to do with Maya, Behati and Yuno. They are necessary, but I don't know their role in the big picture 🥲
(I know it’s weird having a dog tagged as Lovers, but it's because I can't find somebody that looks like Hiélo, I swear it's not zoophilia ☠️☠️)
I FINALLY POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER WOOHOO
Wish me luck to write the second chapter 🙏🏽🙏🏽
Please, read it, please, read it, please, read it::::
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63364711/chapters/162337525
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 ☠️
Motherhood AU
I’ll see if I’m with enough motivation to draw some “what if?” comics, with especial focus in “what if Kenyan didn’t left?” (but I’ll pretend she’d have Maivtre’s appearance cuz she’s prettier that way).
The gossip in neighborhood was about the birds’ disappearance! Suddenly, they weren’t appearing often, and they got worried some man was hunting them illegally.
Little they know that this adorable, innocent mum was just hungry. Earth’s food tastes awful, you know? Her tastebuds aren’t made for this.
Sharing is Caring
Wow, they slay with Royal outfits 😩❤️ I was drawing Kenyan in the first pic and stopping to admire her beauty— she got me giggling like an idiot 🫣 but drawing clothes is so hard… I gave up on shading it.
Kenyan’s white clothes are to represent her purity as a goddess and honesty as a queen (or so it should be), and Sylris’s brown/yellow clothes are to represent the bond he is between Martra and Maivtre(Kenyan).
Kenyan doesn’t like having people touching her neck, so she puts the necklace herself. And she thought it was a servant who stole her rings (“pebble” is a bad word to call a Dawie, cuz it means they’re a insignificant and useless person) (if you don’t know, Dawies are made of stone and gems).
And Sylris is there, living the best life with the shiny stuff he “borrows” from his wife ✨
Abinji
“Date”. Ooh la la, love is in the air 💕 they even match clothes, what a married couple full of love and trust ❤️❤️❤️
Sylris always asks Kenyan to go out with him. When she accepts, he’s the one who prepares the moment; the place, time, food, music, activities… he’s super detailed with it.
Kenyan is grateful that at least he has some sense and won’t take her somewhere uncomfortable, but, ugh, it’s a bother to get dressed up just to go out with him. She needs to keep remembering the maids that it’s just a date, not a Royal party.
(THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. LOOK AT HER HAIR. LOOK AT HIS ARMS.)
which out of all your characters is your favorite?
MY BELOVEDS ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Of course, Kenyan is my favorite, this crazy woman who urgently needs some therapy and rest. Ain't she the prettiest? 🥰 But she's not a person you want to get involved with; she's either gonna kill you or drag you into her messes.
Behati is my second favorite! She's practical and doesn't need a lot to be fine, but she does her best to give everything her brother (Yuno) wants. Ah, she also holds a strong grudge against Maivtre, which is totally fair considering what happened.
And my baby Ethan 🥺 he's the moralistic soul among everyone, trying to convince them: "Murder is not normal, why do you solve problems like this???????". Coming from Earth, his mindset is pretty different from the rest, so he is a fresh breeze in their lives.
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.
Look what I found.
THEIR FIRST DESIGN EVER!!!!
Unfortunately, I didn’t know yet that I should put dates on my drawings, so I don’t know when it was made, but if I had to guess, I’d say 2019-2020.
Ethan Yanner was Luke Harvery, 16yo, and had a magic pencil that turned drawings into reality. Also, Kenyan was dead and he’d bring her back to life using that pencil 😀
Behati Nearu was Kate Madeleine, 17yo, and she wanted revenge on the king that sent her parents to war—where they died, obviously, because apparently I have some obsession with dead parents ☠️
Here their name changed again (cuz why not). I guess Behati was Maki Gleiphnir, and Ethan was Hiroki Kotaro.
Many weird drawings, but I like to keep them so I can look at my drawings now and realize how great they are 🥰 tomorrow I post Kenyan’s, Hiélo’s and Yuno’s first designs!
Some of my recent art of my character, Akio.
Zombie cat I got from an OTA a year ago.
Got this weird dog from an OTA in the Adopt Amino. I named him Salmon.
Oof, a lapis oc.
I wanna think she’s more cheerful than the other lapis lazuli’s. I just need more positive characters instead of sad ones.
Before the accident.
Oof, angsty/edgy stuff with Kassandra and Victor.
This is Kasandra. She’s Victor’s daughter.
His name is Victor. He’s from a passion project I’m doing with my friends. I’m definitely gonna draw more of him and his daughter.