Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Commander Kano, Ember Samatra Additional Tags: Angst, Horror, Body Horror, Fire, Arson, Weapons, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Death, Mystery, Backstory, Canon Backstory Summary:
Backstory of an OC I made a while ago. First time posting.
these are the small number of items I have available as of right now. domestic and international shipping is available! please note that I live in the USA and international shipping may be costly.
yes, I finally dug up those V3 charms from forever ago. they're on sale due to their age, and I only have one of most of them, so if you want one, you should grab one quickly đŚ (except kage, he is not available because I kept him. he's just in the picture as an example)
Testing out a new way of drawing.
Monochrome~
Thereâs a scam going around at the moment about accounts dm-ing people wanting them to draw/paint their pets, selfies and more. A specific one is accounts asking for their dog âAllisonâ to be drawn. This is a SCAM!
This is âAllison.â
Luckily I never gave out my info or anything, so have my version of âAllisonâ anyway :3
Posting a copy of a story I wrote on Ao3 here. Please enjoy, this sis my first attempt at getting into writing.
Link to Ao3 already posted (:
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Laughter filled the small town. It echoed throughout the valley, across the hills of rolling green, as the children ran and played amongst the tall grass o the outskirts of the village. âTag! Youâre it!â Cried one of Emberâs brotherâs, running away before he could be tagged back. Ember gave chase, twisting and turning, attempting to tag one of the group. The game continued for a few hours before a voice called out, âKids! Itâs time for food.â At once, the game was forgotten about as Ember, her siblings and friends all ran back to the village, and parted ways to their respective homes.
Once Ember, her brothers and sisters had successfully been seated at the dinner table, her mother presented them with a feast of spring rolls, fried rice and a Peking Duck. Without a second thought, the children began stuffing their faces with anything they could get their hands on. âWait a moment children. What do you say to your mother for preparing this wonderful meal for you?â Emberâs dad spoke aloud. âThank you, mum!â Replied a chorus of high-pitched voices. Emberâs mum only giggled in response, lovingly admiring the beautiful family she had been gifted. All of them savoured the moment, thankful that they had one another, nothing could ever tear them apart.
Once dinner was finished and cleaned up, the children scurried to fulfil their nightly routines and head to bed. Emberâs parents came to each child, bidding them goodnight with a kiss on the forehead, before they came to Ember. âGoodnight dear, sleep tight and weâll see you in the morning.â âGoodnight mum, goodnight dad. Love you.â âWe love you too dear.â They whispered softly exiting the room while turning off the light. Ember stared at the ceiling, reminiscing about the day she had, and all the fun things sheâd do with her siblings when morning came. Maybe theyâd play in the crystal stream under the clear, blue sky or, theyâd weave in and out of the green forest, dancing among the rays of light, shining through the canopy of leaves. Ember smiled to herself, imagining all the things she could do as she drifted into a calm and peaceful slumber.
Ember awoke. Screams pierced through the dark night, the terror that accompanied was almost unbearable, full of pain and sorrow. âUP! UP! CHILDREN, GET UP!â Emberâs mother roared, throwing open all the doors in the house. As she threw open Emberâs door an orange glow invaded her room, bathing it in a hellish light. âCHILDREN, COME HERE!â Continued her mother, gathering all her siblings and dragging them outside. By now the flames had spread, engulfing the family home as the roof collapsed in on itself. Looking around, Ember could see what was once her village, now a battlefield of fire. The panic in the air was suffocating, the smoke clung to her throat, attempting to strange her. âWhereâs dad?â Asked one of Emberâs younger sisters, tears streaming from her eyes, which captured the horrors around them in the reflection. âHeâs ok. He just went to help the other villagers stop the attackers.â Emberâs mother reassured. âHeâll be back,â she said, even though she didnât believe her own words.
Crowds ran through the streets, their cries merged together like a symphony of death. Ember and her family rushed to the edge of the town, almost there, just within reach, then suddenlyâŚ. There was a bright light, and time froze.
The impact of the explosion threw Ember across the rest of the town and into the clearing. Ember weakly grasped at the air, no longer feeling her mothersâ hand in her grip. Looking up with bleary eyes, she saw the ash and smoke twirl in little wafts into the shadowed sky above, bits of ignited debris rained from the sky, blurring together into a demonic watercolour painting. Pushing her aching body upwards, her bearings came to her, the ringing in her ears stopped but was soon replaced by what can only be described as hell on Earth. Screams of terror, horror and agony was all that could be heard. Twisted figures of burning flesh clawed at the flame scorched ground as the skin melted off their skulls revealing hollow sockets and grinning teeth. Ember could only stare in shock as her family flailed before her, trapped under fallen debris, crying, begging for someone to save them, someone to end this horrible pain. Ember let out a blood-curdling scream as all she could see around her were the burning bodies of those she loved, those she used to know. The smiles she woke up to everyday were now replaced with skeletal jaws, eyes so full of wonder and joy had now burned away to nothing but emptiness. Ember screamed until she couldnât, the smell of charred flesh permeated through the air, making her feel nauseous and ill. All she could do was watch as everything she loved everything she ever knew, went up in a blazing inferno. The memories of family picnics and tranquil dinners now forever replaced with the final moments of her familyâs torturous agony.
Ember awoke. She didnât remember falling asleep. Pain racked her burned body, all the aches served as a reminder of the horrors of the previous night. Her throat felt like sandpaper and all she had cried all her tears. Ember sat up, turning to look at the village, or where it used to be. The burning piles of rubble and the skeletal corpses, turned black by soot, were the only indication it had ever existed. The blank stares met her own, but she couldnât feel a thing only... emptiness. Walking through the rubble, she searched for something, anything, but there was nothing left. Sitting down by the remnants of the fountain she curled in on herself and accepted her fate.
After what felt like years, wandering around this ghost town, surrounded by the dead, something happened. Ember heard a noise in the distance. Did she want to look? It could be the attackers coming back to finish her off? Did she really care? Or should she do something? Tearing her gaze from her knees, Ember turned towards the source of the disturbance. A group of royal soldiers marched towards her. Quickly looking for something to defend herself with she found a Katana, grasped in the cold grip of a nearby skeleton. Ember recognised this Katana, it was a family heirloom, but what was it doing here? Pushing down her curiosity, she seized the Katana from the skeletal grip and stood to face the enemy. Closer and closer they came, until they finally arrived. Preparing to fight, Ember was surprised when the ran past her to inspect the dead for any signs of life but she knew it would be to no avail. They were gone.
âLittle girl. Are you alright?â The commander of the group asked, sympathy and concern coating his voice. Ember didnât reply, she didnât need to. Ember dropped her weapon as the soldiers continued to run around her, quenching what was left of the flames and searching for more survivors, but it was pointless, she was all that was left. The commander picked her up in his arms and she clutched his shirt as he began walking away from the disaster. âDo not worry child, I will take care of you now. Nothing can hurt you.â The kind man said. âMy name is Commander Kano, what is your name?â âEmber⌠Ember Samatra.â
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Drew me and bestie as our DND classes, bard and alchemist :D @all-i-do-is-meme
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This is the kind of thing that humans have been puzzling over for eons, and really there is no answer to the question 'what is the meaning of life?', and for a lot of people that can be really daunting. But, really, I think the highly existential and pessimistic view towards the fact that there is no inherent meaning is all wrong. I'd like to focus on the phrase 'we're just small and insignificant', as it's something that I take issue with. This statement is only partially true. Yes, we're really quite small in our infinite universe, but we aren't in any way insignificant. On an individual scale, I don't think anyone is insignificant. Everyone makes some kind of impact, whether it be on the world or someone you pass on the street. There is really no such thing as a person that 'doesn't matter'. When looking at this in terms of the human race, we're really quite unique. Space and the universe around us is ever changing, even if it's very slowly by our standards. The point is, space is not stagnant and space is inhospitable. However, in our solar system about 4.6 billion years ago, a planet with water formed right in the goldilocks zone and managed to stay generally unharmed just long enough for us to evolve. Humans as a species are so incredibly improbable, yet here we are. We are so rare, and I find a lot of comfort in that. We are small on our little planet, but we are unique and we are special. There may be no grand or absolute meaning to life, but I think our existence alone should be enough, no? If you focus on an end goal, you'll miss the journey itself - and that's the bit that really matters. I believe that instead of scrambling to create an ultimate meaning to life, we should just appreciate it for what it is. The fact that we're alive at all is good enough meaning for me.
Here's the reference for Ember. I made this a few years ago so probably gonna update it at some point.
itâs that time again! starting January 1st 2025 i will be hosting the badsansuary self-ship event again ^^
notes:
itâs not exclusively self-ship! you can use an oc, /reader, etc ^^
you can do art, writing, or any other medium! whatever suits you!
use the tag #badsansuary so i can reblog your lovely creations <3
the individual weeks are a suggestion; you can use the entire list for one skeleton, include cross/error/other âbadâ sanses, mix and match prompts, include them all, etc
the last three days are free spaces; you can either do a skeleton of your choice or all of them
you donât have to do every day! you can do one prompt, one per week, do them late, etc. this is just for fun and to be creative ^^
feel free to use canon, fanon, or your own interpretations of the bad sanses!
if you have any questions feel free to reply to this post or send me an ask (ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ŕš>Řâ˘Ěŕš)
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