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Oberon & Titania by Arthur Rackham

Uuh valentines day was yesterday...

Sorry I forgot to post anything I just completely forgot lol

I've been meaning to post some art or character lore (I've got quite a bit already!) But I just haven't had the motivation to even get onto Tumblr much recently.

Anyways, here: Mittens fullbody

I'm going to try and explain their lore as best I can but it might be a bit shit

So, mittens is a being known as a celestial, which is a god and all 1st gen celestials come from an entity/god known for short as The Mother which is like a god of the gods situation? Since every celestial is made by The Mother they are all siblings and directly related. The Mother made literally everything in this universe, so the big bang is directly caused by Zir. The Mother is incredibly proud of Zir creations, including all mortal creatures on the currently unnamed fantasy planet (mortal creatures include beings such as Satyrs, Elves, Shape shifters, and more!)

Mittens did not like these creatures and was essentially and actually grounded by The Mother.

"Grounding" for a celestial is basically being fully bound to a planet for an amount of time until the celestial learns their lesson. Grounding also removes or nullifies some of the celestials powers and makes them unable to shape shift. There are also other physical differences, for example Mittens small grounded form is 6'9 but their "full power" form would be about 9' and has an additional set of arms.

Mittens learnt their lesson after about five years and realised why The Mother loved them so much and stays around the villagers that helped them until the village is burned down in a war a couple hundred years later, And then they become a knight! And have the first and currently only portrait of a god painted. It is also around this time that Mittens starts to properly collect artifacts and literature among other things like clothes in order to try to preserve some history.

That's all I can be bothered writing right now, but if anyone's interested (which I doubt) I am definitely willing to post more lore even if it's not attached to art.

Love y'all and have a good day/Evening/Night wherever you are 🌟

Does anyone have tips on making a fantasy world and/or world building for fantasy?

I have become much more interested in fantasy lately and just want to know how to make a cohesive world, maybe for a book, maybe just to play around with, i think it would be pretty fun, even if i don't do much with it!

So any tips or tricks in designing a fantasy realm?

Your stories deserve to exist in incredible worlds. Build yours from scratch with this quick guide that simplifies the sometimes intimidating process.

Read my guide here!

I OFFICIALLY HATE DRAWING BACKGROUNDS

but now, after exactly 4 hrs on the drawing (in the app), I have officially did a background

Fanart i did more than some time ago for a game Glyde The Dragon. I used several days on my vacation to play this game. And i was impressed. It is just a demo version, but game have a potential! If you're fan of The Legend of Spyro games and want more, you will be happy to try these one. Good games about the dragons is rare thing today! And for a demo version it is quite big and can give you several hours of fun! ^^

Character and the game belongs to Valefor Games.

At this Year of a Dragon i decided to make more arts with dragon from the media who i like most. I started with Master Chem. Actually it is the most interesting character i have found at recent times.

His full name is Chemnashaovirodaintrachivu. He is eccentric and wise wizard dragon from Tara Duncan cartoons and books, where he revealed much more. Master Chem plays important role in the story as leader of group of protagonists and he works as guardian of the portal between Earth and Otherworld, preventing villains to cause havoc on Earth. In the book he becomes more like a father for Tara Duncan. I really like his personality and apperance. There are a newer version of the cartoon. I didn't watched it yet. But i like Master Chem in older version more ^^

Wolf the icewing. Character for my story and one of minor villains. He is a hunter who uses his weapon to take down his enemies from a distance.  Where he got his gun it is one of the mysteries in the story (which will take place some years after books), protagonists going to solve. And they encounter many strange things...

Character who will be featured in some stories and artworks. She is heroic and passionate adventurer. Her appearance and personality quite inspired by Cynder in Spyro. And no, she is not Avalanche seen in the books and they're not related in any way, only belonging to one tribe and living in one time.

Gift for a friend, featuring character from his story. She is a villain who will cause a lot of troubles. I never draw sergals before, so it was a challenge ^^

I had idea for such crossover for a while. Dragonborn Dovakiin in the outskirts of Whiterun ^^ I think, there should be mod with playable DnD dragonborn or anthro dragons in Skyrim, and not being another reskin of argonians ^^

Ok wow

At a worldbuilding impasse, wondering which race I should flesh out/model next

The Legion of Axis, a fleet devised in secret by the Astral Archmage, now known as Axis, to take the Commonwealth by surprise and conquer Concordia once more. It was comprised entirely of one class of ship, the Arbiter, which numbered in the thousands. This was because the ships could siphon power from each other when arranged in a certain way, allowing one ship to draw energy from others and fire a beam of plasma that could disintegrate any ship in its path.

Honestly there's a lot more to the Legion of Axis that I'd love to talk about, but it's been a while since I posted anything so I thought I'd add in this little snippet of lore for things to come. I'd love to hear ideas and feedback if you have any!

Please tell me about your thing. I want to know more, cause right now you haven't talked enough about this thing bud

Oh boy this is going to be long, where do I start

Okay, so...

In a distant galaxy created by the ancient Astral Beings, the nation of Concordia, spanning several star systems, is thriving. The nation had just returned from the brink of a civil war, between the Empire of Auridia, led by an evil Astral Archmage wielding immense power, commanding legions of armies and starships, and a renegade group seeking to overthrow him and bring an end to his evil reign.

In the end, the renegade group won, and established the Commonweath of Planets, a new democratic government meant to represent the will of the people, contrary to the tyrannical rule Concordia had faced under the rule of the Astral Archmage. The remnants of the Auridian Empire, now without a leader and without purpose, aptly surrendered to the new Commonwealth of Planets, and a peace treaty was thereafter struck, where the Remnants would establish a democratic government of their own representing the will of the people formerly subjugated under their tyrannical reign.

The Remnants of Auridia then became a well-established democratic nation, with its residents having mainly positive perceptions of this new rebirth of a nation with a terrible past. The Commonwealth established a new Capitol on Concord Point, a binary planet system consisting of a larger and smaller planet, which were called Magnus Frater and Parvulus Frater, respectively.

The Commonwealth was facing certain hardships. There was recently a plague that had taken it by storm, and the current acting Commonwealth chancellor had done little to move the nation forward. Fortunately for the Commonwealth a new hero was seemingly stepping up for the task, a man by the name of Brenold Arcadia, heralding from the more aristocratic side of a lesser-known backwater world, had garnered the attention and admiration of all of Concordia with his promises of progress, his visions of grandeur, and determination to elevate the Commonwealth to a state it had never seen before. After an extremely successful campaign, Arcadia won the election and became chancellor. The phrase "Keep Moving Forward" was a prominent line by which his successful campaign had been run.

Chancellor Arcadia worked quick. He immediately went to work spending extremely large amounts of money on research and medicine, on technology, on innovation, just about anything that would get the voters to like him. And it worked, the people revered him like never before, and the Commonwealth was thrust into a new golden age.

However, his methods often had dark origins. The money to invest had to come from somewhere, and that was money the Commonwealth did not currently have. So, he resorted to often illicit deals with shady business partners under the counter to get the money for his grandiose projects. So when he was offered a partnership with the Dawnbreaker Company producing warships, he accepted without hesitation, since he knew it would help bring in more profits for the Commonwealth, and as such keep his perception high in the eyes of the people.

However warships would not be profitable without war, and the people would most likely get suspicious if hundreds of warships were produced solely for the purpose of "security" from existing minor pirate threats. Hence, Arcadia orchestrated a ploy, framing a small uprising on a city of his home planet of Pulveriss as a deliberate attack by the existing Auridian Remnants trying to take back the Commonwealth territory and re-establishing their tyrannical rule like they had in the days of the Astral Archmage. He then sent a new prototype Stalwart-class Battlecruiser to Pulveriss, which razed the entire city, killing peaceful protestors and 4500 innocent civillians in the process. Back at the Commonwealth Capitol's Golden City, the people were patriotically supportive of Arcadia's actions, since they were under the impression that the Auridians had tried to invade the Commonwealth.

Soon the Dawnbreaker Company was producing warships on a massive scale, Arcadia was raking in profits due to the deal he made, and all-out war had broken out between the Commonwealth and the Auridian Remnants. In response the Commonwealth Initiative was created, which served as the formal military force for the Commonwealth and spearheaded its war plan, under the uniting motto, which was also Arcadia's campaign slogan, "Keep Moving Forward".

Arcadia's actions were not without consequences, however. Soon tales began to spur about a mysterious Auridian knight who killed without mercy, and especially had a bloodlust for Arcadia.

His name: Artemis Castor, who was among one of the innocent people hurt in Arcadia's attacks on Pulveriss. Seeing his friends die around him to cannon fire from the Commonwealth, Artemis swore to avenge them, and made it his life goal from then on to kill Arcadia, and make him feel the pain and suffering he'd caused others, no matter the cost. What's more, Artemis Castor was rumored to be armed with arcane power, perhaps originating from the fallen Archmage himself...

So at present Concordia finds itself engulfed in another civil war, with one side led by a fraudulent Chancellor Arcadia, and the other side led by an unknown entity pulling the strings, as well as well-meaning separatists who were forced to take arms to combat a money-hungry Commonwealth. And on the edge of it all, a new threat lurks, perhaps a fragment of the evil Archmage that once was...

So yeah this was the basic premise of the story I'm working on, there's a lot more story-wise but this is the main exposition and world behind it. But I'm glad you're interested! I hope I didn't bore you too much with all the information lol. It's meant to be an animation project, I've already started working on it but I'm not sure when I'll finish, but until then I'll probably post more about it on this account, and edit the story as I work more on it because this isn't final.

Also if you have any questions feel free to ask!

I think I'll start sharing random parts of what I'm writing to get peoples attention !

☆

“You're paranoid,” he rolled his eyes. “You're paranoid, and you have a guilty conscience. Clearly, you're doing something wrong,” I was fine with that statement because he wasn't lying. Jude's fatal flaw is honesty. Whatever his form of honesty is. It is his truth.

“I have my reasons to be paranoid. You are one of them.” I smiled faintly as Jude continued tracing my back.

“Oh stop it,”

L

“You know you love me so act like it.”

I

I sucked my teeth and shook my head ‘no’. “Tch, you know I don't like blonde boys,”

A

“Okay, well, I'll grow my hair back out for you,” Judas tells me with a smile I can hear, and I can't tell if he's joking or not.

R

He's really been getting under my skin recently. I couldn't help but tense up hearing his completely steady heart as he lilted his voice, changing his position entirely and wrapping his hands around my waist, resting his body against mine.

"Do you even love me anymore, Darry?"

And the voice shifted.

“Well?”

Show Off.

Sylris has much pride of his build and is always choosing the most revealing clothes in public spaces just to show the word his handsomeness.

Anyway, last post of this memes collection; I got tired and I’ll be off Tumblr for a while. I had a pretty realistic dream with this app and others, and these dreams usually are predicting my future, so to avoid bad things to happen I’ll uninstall them 👍🏽 idk how much time I’ll be out, but I hope u won’t forget me when I come back lmao.

Class is going great

Behati is teaching Yuno to stand his ground 💪🏽 (he could use some grammar class, though lol)

I don’t talk a lot about them, so in case you don’t know, Behati is Yuno’s big sister. They’re the last Auvies(elves) in Martra and she’s raising him alone in a hut in the forest, so it’s gonna be a nice help when Ethan teaches him to write Latin Alphabet properly!

Smile, Ethie!

Ethan is lacking this much 🤏🏼 to go nuts in Martra, and Maya is like “let’s go besties ✌🏾😗”

Those freaks…

I saw the original on Pinterest, but the @ was too blurry to see, sry.

I saved a bunch of memes, and if I stay in the mood I’ll make them ✌🏽

(I forgot to make her halo 😭😭😭)

Martra’s Astronomy

Geez, that was me from the past trying to understand day’s duration in Martra (my fictional planet). What did I do here???? 😦

Before trying to explain, here are the “Moons” that work in Martra:

Marsulon (Big Moon): shines faintly, like a sunset or sunrise.

Divulon (Mid Moon): TOO shiny, scorching, very harmful for health

Nixulon (Minor Moon): like a black hole, total darkness no matter if there are fire or lanterns

So, APPARENTLY, the day has 21 hours. In this meantime, it goes like:

Marsulon: 10 hours

Divulon: 24 minutes

Marsulon: 10 hours

Nixulon: 12 minutes

Divulon: 24 minutes

In the first image there’s the ordinary routine for a Martran, but it may change depending on profession and species.

Now, you don’t ask me how I came up with this timing, cuz I won’t know how to explain it ☠️ I even searched a planet rotation simulator to understand it lol.

Old Sketchbook (again)

The clown’s one is looking cool despite the molding

And these ones were random sketches from Pinterest, and the other a fictional landscape of Sokovia (yeah, it was in the time I was writing fanfic)

This one a characters sheet! If you look in the bottom right, you’ll see a corpse that was supposed to be Kenyan lmao. Thank God she had a nice glow up 🙏🏽

Omg I’ve only scrolled a couple of pieces of your art but they are incredible!! You’re an amazing artist!!

So, who’s the oc on the banner (I think that’s what it’s called) photo? They look so cool!!

Yay I’m glad you liked them!! <33

And, despite looking nothing like her, that character was supposed to be a “villain” Elsa lol. In the time, I wrote a short story and made this drawing of her:

So, is this the end?

I have done it. I finished my job. After years, it happened:

The world is frozen.

I was tired of their laugh, tired of their joy, their happiness, love, pleasure… even their sadness was worth of envy.

Such things were lost in the way before I could even notice, just like my body. My chest aches to breathe, my vision is made of abstract shapes, I can only hear my fading heartbeats in my ears. Taste and smell? Well, they were the first to disappear.

Yet, I persist. No for out of will, nor for the lack of it. No matter what I think about my situation, it will remain like this. I am a living statue, forever stuck in this endless life.

Immortal and unchangeable; not exactly the nature of ice, but my curse messed up nature itself. Many living beings were extinct in the permanent cold weather, many died in starvation, others in captivity, some in my stalactites. And thousands, millions, tens of millions were turned into ice statues.

My people, families, men, women, children, elders… all stopped in time, with no index of fear in their body language. They weren’t waiting for my power to struck them like this.

Anna is also there. I can’t see her face, but I know it’s her. My sister, who insisted so much for my well-being no matter what I did through the years.

Now she’s nothing but a sculpture. All of them.

My own art exhibition, made by me, for me only.

My body cracked when I sighed. I’m sat in my throne, crown on my head and staff in my hand. A, literally, cold Queen. Or tyrant. They used to call me by all names, didn’t they? Devil, even. So I promised I’d remember theirs as well:

Frank, Philips, Greg, Paola, Theo, Angela, Hiago, Mathias, Vanya, Wender, Christine, Diana, Xavier… Hans, Kristoffer, Sven, Olaf.

Yes, I remember all of them. I remember everything. Every single word and deed that I have done. I remember every single soul I killed, their positions, their expressions, their feelings, oh, excruciating details of their pain. All of it reflected in my ice as it came from out to inside them.

They were destined to die someday, I only advanced what was meant to be. I did it for everyone’s well-being. The cries of the ones left were disturbing me. They made me desire to live like that once again, to be human once again, to listen to Anna’s pledge. Her sobbing voice when she found out I failed suiciding… it almost made me human again.

But to be human is to be weak and fragile. If I were human, I’d be dead when I threw myself from that cliff. But I am something else. I am transcendent. I am made to be like this, nothing will bring me to the mud of humanity.

I chose it for me, it’s humanity’s problem to deal with the consequences of my choice.

…

I sometimes wonder if it was the right decision.

…

How much time passed? Days? Months? Years? Centuries?

…

Does it matter? Nothing will change anyway.

We are frozen for eternity.

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.

Modern AU

It’s a “what if Kenyan and Sylris were from Earth”.

It’s canon they are very smart and know a lot about chemistry and medicine. Canonically, Kenyan uses this knowledge to make drugs/medicines and Sylris uses his knowledge to shapeshift.

Now in this AU, they got very famous with their discoveries, working together for the improvement of world health. They’re obviously rich, and have anything they want.

Ethan grew up in this great environment, but he feels lonely ‘cause his parents don’t have time for him, so he spends more time at Sam’s house than at his own.

Kenyan still has addiction issues; she works more than she should to don’t worry about her problems. Sylris keeps complaining that she should be an example instead of destroying her life like that, but she doesn’t care at all 💞

I don’t know about Oscar’s categories and medical stuff, but I guess they would find a cure for something rare and important, like something in the brain.

(They’re very gorgeous omg. IOMK)

Call Me

I love this silly person. They’ll be there guessing Kenyan’s life and she: “They are shiny! 🥰💖✨”

Well, can’t blame her. They’re nice to her and only appear when she’s not in conditions to question them so… yeah. Let them be silly and help Kenyan to be silly a bit.

This is Chapter 4 : Shine. You can see it in AO3 too.

(I never got high, just so you know. Don’t use drugs kids, Jesus feels better than it 🤙🏽)

CW: addiction, drugs, suicidal thoughts

AO3

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Shine

Sylris was right— again: punishing herself wouldn’t change the tragedy. If she had to do something, she should fight against his control and get herself back; luckily throwing him in flames by the end.

But she didn’t have the will to move, and this was crystal clear. She wasn’t that strong. She wasn’t that smart. She could never.

So if her options were to suffer consciously or unconsciously… she was back to the garden, to the quietest place on this planet. It was Nixulon time, and the nixies kindly built her a glowing path in the darkness. Other than this, all she could see was the pitch black engulfing everything.

Her steps weren’t hesitant, though; her skin worked like a sonar for her, warning when the humid air stopped hitting her. It meant a barrier was in front, and also that she arrived at her destiny.

She crouched carefully, until her knees were scraping at the wood, fixed her dress, and sat at the wet grass.

Then, she breathed.

Inhaling, holding, exhaling; trying to settle her mind down, trying to subdue the storm inside her. It was unrelenting, and she couldn't get a blink of sleep all night because of the truthful comments from her victims—their ghosts, actually.

She was almost convinced to set her room on fire. Another second in that place, and she would have.

But, silly as it was, what made her reconsider the action was the big panda on her table, the one brought by the “intruder”. She knew it was staring at her. As if waiting to see if she would be that stupid to fire everything.

Nobody found information about them, and the guards (coughcough Hiélo coughcough) said it might be dangerous, yet Kenyan still believed it was just a well played trick, and kept the panda to herself.

It had been useful for her, after all. It held her from going astray when she had to keep watch on Sylris. She knew that if she died, Hiélo and Ethan would be his new targets, and that’s why she had a vial on her hand, a syringe in the other.

Her tongue was heavy as she fiddled the plunger with her broken nail. It didn't make the slightest difference if she had her eyes closed or opened, such was the darkness, and there she was, planning to insert a needle on herself.

Argh, just what was she thinking?

She shouldn’t be doing that. She should be in bed. She should be inside.

The high she was about to get was pleasant, relaxing; but too volatile. She never knew if it would end peacefully, or if she’d get in a coma for days.

But if she doesn’t do something soon, she will truly go mad at any time. Three days up was irking her, and she couldn’t stand the feeling that someone was watching her all day. Objects were moving on their own, the walls were noisy, the words were walking in the documents, she was jittery than normal... Sylris himself asked if she was fine, and did her work in her stead.

So she had to do it. She needed to relax somehow.

Even if she promised them she wouldn’t do it anymore.

…

…Hiélo should have expected she’s not good at keeping promises.

She swallowed dry, and blindly inserted the needle on the vial, pulling the liquid inside, when it occurred to her: how would she measure the dose in the dark?

She could only hope her muscular memory would get the right amount.

…

Oh great evil, that was the worst idea she ever had. Couldn’t she wait some minutes until Nixulon went away? Until Divulon appeared?

No.

No.

If she extended it any longer, Hiélo would find her and stop that immediately. That's just who he is: too worried about her health, worried that she would get an overdose again, bothering her with thoughts about her actions, bothering her with thoughts about Ethan.

“How do you think he would react if he saw his mother like this? Would you be fine if it was your mother trying to kill herself?!”

“Ah, I don’t have to worry about it, Hiélo, because she’s way too dead by my own hands!”

She bit her lower lip and held the syringe firmer between her fingers.

She wouldn’t die. She still had things to pay for. This time she wouldn’t mess up, because she has to be awake later. Otherwise, she had it too easy on her life, and that was wrong.

C’mon, Kenyan.

She tried the syringe, standing her thumb over the needle to check if it was dripping. After the air was released, she brushed the crook of her elbow, feeling her hurried blood under her skin. Only then, she positioned the needle.

Curse it.

She was shaking.

Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply. Once again she did it. And once more, she couldn't calm her heart; her pulse was hammering in her ears. But if she didn't do it now, she never would. And she had to. She had to.

And maybe, a chance in a million, she could have the luck to don’t wake up anymore.

The needle slid in. A sharp breath. The familiar coldness rushed through her, creeping under her skin like a second bloodstream.

It didn't take long to disarm her muscles on the spot. Her lips and fingers tingled as the syringe slipped down like butter to the ground, and soon after, she was the one hitting the grass.

Holy sky. Spinning was wild.

Her lungs relaxed with the sudden lack of tension, and the oxygen got in so easily. Fresh, light, clean… did somebody turn on a purifier in the air? Her nose was very grateful.

However, her heart was having a hard time pumping blood around her body. Her heartbeats were fluctuating in weird places like her feet? It was also deafening her, shouting “Too bad! Too bad! Too bad!” like a cuckoo. Maybe it didn't like the “intruder”, just like nobody liked her intruder.

Much impolite of them, in her opinion.

Both intruders were nice to her. She was doing just fine with them, and wasn't disposed to shove them away just because a certain immunological system was displeased with it. Rot in mud, everyone displeased with it. She was fine. She would be.

A long sigh left her as a faint copper taste immersed on her tongue (her tongue? Did she have a tongue?). Very metallic, very common, very good. It was awesome. It meant she was drifting off. Niiiiiiiiiiiiice. Nice.

Nice.

Terrifyingly nice.

But… what was Sylris doing there?

Echoes of steps were approaching at the worst moment ever, but, fortunately, it wasn't Hiélo. His steps were heavy and careful. Now these steps were fast and jumpy, much more fitting of… of… Sylris… Sylris?

No, wait.

‘Sylris’ and ‘jumpy’ in the same sentence?

“You came to visit me!” A laugh sang clearly behind her. “I thought we'd never talk again; you disappeared for days, Keny!”

Her eyes hazily opened to see who it was and—cosmos!—, the shiny person was in front of her, shinier than ever, brighter than a lamp, standing on the black like a painting.

“I was getting bored, you know? Don't leave me alone with these untalkable Nixies! I don't know how to sign Nixian yet.” They were already lying beside her, smiling so wide she thought their cheeks would get stretched forever. “You can do it fluently, right? Could you teach me?!”

Kenyan blinked multiple times, and moved her hand to touch them. At least, that was the intention, but her fingers only twitched weakly in place.

They frowned slightly at her, as if just noticing her state, then slapped their forehead. “Ahhh, dumb me! It’s late; you were trying to sleep, right? Sorry for bothering, you can sleep now.” And they shut their eyes while keeping a smile on their face.

…was she supposed to sleep now, when they finally were there? She had questions, no desire to sleep! But her tongue was heavy, her lips, numb, and her mind couldn’t form a single coherent phrase to even start.

Ugh, appeared didn’t they early why? Were who they? Their what name was? Doing they what were here?

She tried organizing her thoughts, but nothing right was coming. These weren’t the things she wanted to ask, were they? It felt too serious and intrusive. Couldn’t she say what she really wanted to say? What she really was thinking?

“Hm? The panda?”

Their gaze turned to her like crescent moons, expecting she’d elaborate about it but… did she say something? She didn’t quite notice it…

“What?! Did you like the gift?!” They gripped her hand and kicked their feet, screaming repressed. “Yay! I’m so glad you did! I know you don’t like being alone, so I thought he’d be a nice companion for you when I wasn’t around! Ah—“ they gasped, “alas, why didn’t you come here earlier?!”

Why she didn’t?… But she did went there. Many times, different hours of the day, alone, with Hiélo, with Sylris… she tried everything, yet they weren’t there at all.

Her lips parted voiceless, trying to complain, but it only moved uncoordinated. At this point, a baby could communicate better than her. Insufferable!

“Uh, what did you say?” They pouted, thinking, then their eyes lightened up. “Ah, no! I don’t live in your head! Did you think I wasn’t real?” They laughed and put her hair out of her face. “I couldn’t be touching you if I was a… I don’t know, a hallucination? Did you think your wonderful brain would spend time creating a hallucination like me?! I’m flattered, but no! I am a hundred percent real, Keny!”

Her body trembled with their touch again. Too comfy and fluid, electrifying her nerves with soft discharges. She had felt touches from her hallucinations, but they never were gentle as theirs. As they said, her mind only had the capacity to create morally questionable stuff, and it wouldn’t be able to come up with such a nice person.

So what were they? Why couldn’t anyone see them? Why only her? Why only sometimes?

“Dude, it’s complicated.”

And how were they guessing her questions correctly?!

They giggled. “I didn’t mean to… read your mind? I can’t hear anything all the time—I swear!” Their hand laid on the grass. “It’s just that your intentions towards me are pretty blatant right now. I can, literally, feel them around me.” They gestured up frantically. “Like, waves? Lines? It’s confusing to explain, sorry! But I swear I’m not a bad person! I won’t use your thoughts for THE EVIL!” They roughed their voice villainously before blurting in laughter.

They weren’t bad?

That thought didn’t even cross her mind. This joyful, happy soul could never be evil. She was sure since the beginning they were… pure, in the most literal meaning of the word. Just pure.

Odd. She was smiling, but why?

When they stopped laughing, sweeping a tear out their eyes (by the way, what was so fun?), they rolled closer to her and held both her hands together. Their hands were feather light around hers, and their breath was warm against her face.

Why were they so close?

“Next time you want to talk, just call me, okay?”

“You?” she whispered.

“Me. Not you; call me. Me, me.”

She frowned slightly. “Why not… name?”

“Let’s say I have too many names and don’t know which to stick with.” They chuckled. “Just call me, and I’ll come no matter what, okay?”

“Okay.”

She agreed way too fast. Why wasn’t she questioning this weird person?

They smiled and hovered their hand over her eyes, making them close. “You should sleep for real. Rest a lot. I’ll keep here as you do, so don’t worry about being found or anything. You’re safe with me, Keny.”

It was like a spell.

She felt sleepy at the same moment, barely nodding before her conscience flew away.

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!