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Lavenderwhisp’s Witch Type Masterpost (edited)
Witch: magical practitioner
Elemental Witch: Witches who work around the 5 elements: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Spirit.
Earth Witch: Witches who specifically work with their magic around the element of Earth, through grounding exercises, rock/soil collecting, crystal magic, and Green Witchery.
Types of Earth Witches:
Green Witch: use plants/herbs/flowers in herbal and natural magic, such as using them in spells and creating remedies with them.
Garden Witch: A version of a Green Witch, they enjoy working with the earth through gardening and using their herbs and plants to help and care for their families and loved ones.
Flora Witch: Similar to the above witches, they work with flowers in their practice. Their Book of Shadows would likely be full of Green Witchery, such as than herbs and herbal recipes, and flower classifications and associations.
Crystal Witch: Witches who work with stones and crystals, such as through crystal healing. Their Book of Shadows will most likely have information about the stones, chakra balance, and crystal meditation.
Forest Witch: A witch who enjoys the company of trees and live amongst them. The seclusion is perfect for cottage magic and tree magic. They also enjoy the company of fey and woodland animals, and use local plants.
Swamp Witch: Witches who live within the swamps, use swamp plants, and enjoy the company of swamp animals.
Desert Witch: A witch who lives in the desert, enjoys the natural desert scenery, uses desert plants, bones, sand in their practice, and collects desert rocks. They normally worship desert deities and study desert lore in their area.
Water Witch: Witches who work with the element of Water. Water magic includes water scrying, collecting water, swimming and other water-related actives.
Types of Water Witches:
Sea Witch: They work with magic and deities around the ocean and oceanic world. The practice sea magic using seashells and bones, sea weed, beach sand, driftwood, ocean water, etc. They also may worship sea deities and enjoy the imagery of sea creature, like mermaids.
Ice/Arctic Witch: A witch who lives amongst snow covered land for most of the year or have a deep appreciation for the cold and snow. They worship ice deities, use snow water, and enjoy the cold.
Air/Wind Witch: Witches who center around the element of Air. They work with wind, using tools and symbols associated with air.
Fire Witch: Witches who focus on the element of Fire and fire magic, such as candle magic.
Other Natural Witch types:
Seasonal Witch: Witches who draw magic during a specific time of the year. They are known as Winter, Fall, Spring and Summer witches who have a deep connection to the season they love.
Storm/Weather Witch: Witches who combine one’s energy with the energy of the weather and storms. They collect rain water, utilize the energy of a lightning storm, and so on.
Sun Witch: A witch who enjoys sunshine, works with spell work involving the sun during the daytime, and sun deities.
Nocturnal Witch: A witch who works with nocturnal deities and magical work at night. They find solace in darkness, the darker side of life, and normally wear dark colors. There is a great book by Konstantinos called Nocturnal Witchcraft.
Lunar/Moon Witch: A witch who draws magic from the moon. They are nocturnal witches and do magic at night. They also tend to worship moon deities.
Astronomical/Space Witch: Witches who focus on the planets and stars. Their Book of Shadows will have information about each planet, the zodiac and astrology, and enjoy nocturnal magic.
Animal Witch: Witches who have a deep appreciation for all animals and use animal materials, draw on their energy, and most of the time worship animal deities.
Special Witch types:
Divination Witch: Witches who work with practices of divination, such as tarot readings, palmistry, tea leaf reading, and so on.
Hedge Witch: Also known as shamans. They use a type of magic that is oriented around the spiritual world. Astral travel/projection, lucid dreaming, spirit-work, healing, and out-of-body experiences are some of the magic they do.
Fairie/Faery/Fey Witch: Witches who communicate and work with the fey, such as calling on them and leaving them offerings regularly to thank them for their assistance.
Draconian Witch: Witches who call upon dragons, use dragon imagery in their practice, and worship dragon deities.
Modern and Domestic Witch types:
Kitchen Witch: Witches who enjoy working in the kitchen and put their magic into herbal mixtures, brewing, baking, and cooking.
Cottage Witch: A lot like a kitchen witch, they enjoy being in their home and doing things for their loved ones.
Urban Witch: Witches who live in a urban environment and use more modern practices of magic.
Country Witch: Witches who enjoy living in the country. Some may have a large ranch with livestock, while others enjoy the seclusion for their practice. Most likely they will enjoy the company of horses.
Technological Witch: Witches who work with technology. They practice modern witchcraft through phone apps and most likely have a digital Book of Shadows.
Music Witch: Witches who enjoy music. They use magic in their singing, chanting, and playing instruments. Music is in their lives everyday is played whenever they do spell work.
Artist/Craft Witch: Witches who put their magic into art, such as drawing, sculpting, painting, and creating.
Literary Witch: Witches who enjoy books and literature. They enjoy reading and studying witchcraft, lore, and magical practices of every culture.
Athletic Witch: Witches who enjoy pushing themselves physically. This could be through yoga, running, or a sport. Their practice includes keeping themselves healthy and using their healthy energy to help others through physical challenges.
Eclectic Witch: Most modern witches follow many practices and traditions, and go by many titles.
Religious Witch: Witches who are Wiccan, Druid, Satanic, Christian, and so on. They practice their religious beliefs in cohesion with their craft.
Any suggestions? Message me!
Quality Time
Behold! The drawing that almost gave me a heart attack ❤️ despite the problems, it finished fine and I loved the result 🤙🏽
In case you don’t recognize, the boy is Seth, from In My Hands (Ashes AU, idk if this name is good, help), and the doctors are Sylris and Kenyan. Mostly, Sylris does all the stuff, and Kenyan is there as a support for them.
Seth has his hashtag now, if you want to check it out.
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.
Here, thinking about Kenyan’s state in the main story.
I need to decide if she’ll be still fighting or if she gave up already, cuz it’ll change A LOT of the story.
If she’s fighting:
She has no idea Ethan is in Martra.
Ethan will see her for the first time in an execution and she’ll look away
She’ll fight Sylris to know wth Ethan is doing there
She won’t know how to react if Ethan tries to talk to her personally
She won’t tell him the whole truth, afraid of burdening him with the problems she has been protecting him from.
Ethan will get mad at her, but will notice something is wrong
Hiélo will be there to explain things to Ethan
Ethan will try to save his mum, etc etc etc… next things are too much spoiler
Now, if she gave up:
She’ll ask Sylris to bring Ethan to Martra, so they can stay in family
She probably won’t be holding executions now that she knows he’s somewhere in Martra ☠️
She’ll look for him hard, and Behati will think Ethan is some kind of wanted criminal
Ethan is taken to the castle and “WOAH, MUM?!” and Kenyan will cry hard while hugging him
Sylris will be the utmost example of a great father, trust him
Kenyan will try to explain everything, but telling a filtered story where things don’t sound as bad as it was
Kenyan and Sylris will fight about whether revealing him as their son or not (Maivtre shouldn’t have a male child)
Sylris finds a way to make it valid and kinda forces Ethan to accept it
Ethan feels overwhelmed, etc etc etc… I don’t know what would happen next lmao
The first idea is in my mind since some time, but the second might be good too cuz it might confuse Ethan more. “What? My mum left me just to stay with my father?! And the reason she didn’t take me with her was ‘because it was too far away and in a strange/dangerous world’????”
THE POOR GUY JUST KNOWS SUFFERING
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.
(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.”
Auvies Race
By my searches, black people lived in places where the UV light was too intense, and their skin evolved to reflect this light away (so they don't absorb much vitamin D and get sick).
Now white people absorb MORE, as their environment are usually cold, and the sun doesn't hit a lot; so they need to absorb as much as possible vitamin D.
The Auvies need to stay in cool places because they don't sweat—they're cold blood beings (I’m still thinking about its consequences, but they’re supposed to not have pores). So they obviously don't stay exposed to Sun cuz they’ll easily get burned, and this leads to the conclusion they're mostly white.
Maybe some of them have a kinda darker skin if they're ones who travels a lot, or works on markets, but I don't think they'd get really black because it hurts to stay in the Sun; it's not likely they'd get exposed for ages to evolve that much.
(This is me searching logics to make a single drawing)
Yet another backstory!
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9 Y - 0 M - 4 D
“I want that squirrel.” Ethan pointed at the tree that was triple his height.
His mother took off her sunglasses, searched for the animal between the leaves, and analyzed her little boy.
“You’ll get your clothes dirty.”
“I can wash them later.”
She saw the squirrel far away, really far away, holding a nut and moving its nose. Such an ugly creature…
“Do you want to eat that?”
“It’s not for eating! It is to be my pet!”
“Pet?” She frowned and leaned on. “Is there a special reason for this?”
“Because Tony is small, and it will be cool to chase him there!” Ethan put his hands together. “Please, mum, can I have it?!”
She looked up and down at his new outfit: polo shirt, shorts over his knees, led shoes, and, lastly, his puppy face.
Fragile. And extremely cute.
She sighed. “Yes, you can, but go slowly so you don’t fall.”
“Alright, mum! I love you!” said him, already running at the tree.
He arrived at the base and checked if he was in the same direction as Tony. The squirrel didn’t move at all, so it would be easy to catch him!
Hugging the tree, Ethan put a foot on a bump, and pushed his body up. He gripped the next branch, tested if it held his weight, then pushed up again.
He kept doing it, slowly as his mother told him to, until the largest branches finally arrived. It was the hardest part: to get over there; but Ethan could see Tony just at the edge, and he wouldn’t stop now that he was this close.
Placing his hands in minor areas, he managed to get his torso over. To get his legs up as well, he just had to drag himself on the branch and… ta-dah! He was safely sat!
The squirrel was still with its nut, trying to open it with big teeth. It made Ethan smirk. Tony was kinda similar to Sam in appearance; would they like to meet each other? Ethan was certain they would, so he should hurry.
He moved subtly to not scare Tony, just like his mum did in other times. It would probably work with him, too, if he did the exact same thing.
“Hi, Tony,” he whispered. “Do you wanna go to my house? There’s a lot of food there.”
He showed his hand to the squirrel, who stared for a long time before approaching. His tiny paws let go of the nut and touched Ethan’s hand, as if searching for something.
“Hey, this tickles!” Ethan giggled and squirmed as Tony traveled his arm and shoulders, stopping over his head. “What are you doing there? Is it comfortable?”
Ethan could feel the squirrel pulling his hair, then going still as if he found the perfect spot. After realizing he was ready, the boy put the nut in his pocket.
“Now, we just gotta get down and…” He froze.
When did he get that high?
His body tensed as he looked down for the first time. No way he could jump from this height; he’d turn into a pancake! What could he do?! What could he do?!
He hugged the branch, looking for his mother who was just a minuscule red point on the green.
“Mum!” he called, but she didn’t move. “MOMMYYYY!”
Tony squeaked and left in a rush, jumping on Ethan’s legs and causing more screams.
“NO, TONY! DON’T RUN!” Ethan wanted to catch the squirrel, but his body was locked. “COME BACK, PLEASE!”
Yet the squirrel disappeared in the leaves, totally forgetting about the promises of food and new home. Ughhh, what a traitor!
Ethan looked down again and his heart sank.
His mother wasn’t on the bench anymore. Where did she go?! Did she leave him stuck there?! How could s—
“Ethan, is everything okay?!” Her voice came from below, returning his soul to his body. “Did you get the squirrel?!”
“HE LEFT!” Ethan carefully looked down, but regretted it immediately. Spirits, what a nauseating place to be in… “I’M STUCK, MOMMY! HELP!”
“You climbed up; you figure out how to get down!”
His eyes darted at the horrific distance between him and the ground, and, nuh-uh. Nope. Sov.
“MUM, IT’S TOO HIGH! I LOVE MY LIFE! I WON’T DO IT!”
She chuckled softly. “It’s not hard, son! Just put your feet in the same place you put before, and climb down!”
“BUT I WILL FALL AND DIE!”
“You won’t, I promise you!”
“MUMMMMMMMM!” He shut his eyes and gripped the tree like a koala. “I’M NOT GOING DOWN!”
“And I’m not going to get you!” She sat beside the tree. “If you’re staying there, we can pass the night here. I don’t mind!”
Ethan couldn’t believe it. Was it for real? She really wasn’t coming to save him?? Even if he’s clearly in danger?! She doesn’t mind if he dies?!
…no, she must be kidding. She was letting Ethan stay for longer because he broke her bracelet. She said it was fine, but maybe she secretly got angry at him, and now was taking advantage of his situation. That must be it. He just gotta wait until she pities him.
Yeah, she was going to get him soon.
Soon.
At any moment.
At any second.
When she feels like it.
Before it was night.
She would do it.
However, time passed, Ethan didn’t move an inch, and his belly was getting wild. The only thing he had all afternoon was an ice cream, and now his stomach was trying to eat him inside out.
Meanwhile, his mum was there, laid down and resting peacefully on the grass.
“Mummyyyyyy… I’m hungry!”
“Me too.” She didn’t even open her eyes. “A shame you let that squirrel escape.”
“Tony wasn’t food! He was my pet!”
“As you say, dear.”
And she kept silent, not uttering a single word about saving him. The crickets and owls were talking more than her, at this point!
His lips trembled when he talked again.
“Mum, will you really leave me alone here forever?!”
“Of course no, am I not here?” She smiled. “I won’t leave you alone, Ethan; I am letting you learn something useful.”
“But it’s past the time of learning anything! It’s time for dinner, then fairytale, then bedtime!”
“I know, it will be such a hassle to fix it when we get home, so can you climb down quickly?”
The boy stared at his mum, measuring once more how hard he could fall. Maybe it wasn’t that far, but…
“It’s dark, I can’t see.”
“Ethan…” She huffed and got up, resting her hand on her hip. “We both know you can see clearly—the moon is full, and your vision is better than mine—, so stop procrastinating and get down!”
Ethan breathed in deeply, gazing from his mum to the tree trunk. He could see everything, as she said, but could he do it?…
“Sweet, hear me,” she continued. “It’s not hard. Drag yourself to the trunk, hold it, then put your foot on the nearest branch. After being sure it won’t fall, repeat the steps until you get here. It’s the same as going up, but in the inverse order. Easy, right?”
“Easy, saying! It’s not you here, mum…” he grumbled and swallowed dry.
However, he knew he had no other way to leave. It was climb down or climb down, so he stretched his hands forward. Slowly, focused and shaking, he moved on the branch towards his goal.
Without looking down, he got at the trunk and squeezed it with his arms. His heart was about to break his rib cage, but he continued the process: a foot down, blindly looking for a new support, then descending over it.
Sometimes Ethan would misstep on a lump and feel his blood vanishing, but then he’d find a way to stabilize himself, say thanks to the stars, and keep the journey down.
It wasn’t easy at all; it was hard, terrible. He felt like he’d fall at each action, hurt himself while falling, hit the ground, go to the hospital, have a head surgery, then die, leaving his mum crying for him the rest of her life.
And this was exactly what happened.
Disturbed by his own thoughts, he glanced down for a second. A millisecond. A tenth of a millisecond. And that was when gravity pulled him down with all its might.
It was fast. Too fast! Ethan screamed and reached for something to hold, but he only held onto leaves who folded with him. He couldn’t seem to stop! He was going to hit the ground! He was going to die!
“ETHAN!”
He shut his eyes, prepared for the inevitable, for the impact, and—
He rolled like a barrel, in a tight space, muffled noises, and aching body. When he stopped spinning, his brain didn’t. It kept sick, feeling suffocated. His lungs were heavy, and it just was tight. Everything was unbelievably tight.
The voice was what made him realize the cause of that problem.
“Thunder! Begone evil!” His mother cursed behind him, still pressing him against her chest. “Do you want to give me a heart attack, Ethan?!”
He couldn’t tell apart her heartbeats from his, but he knew they both weren’t fine. She was shaking. Or was it him? They were too close. Her arms were entangled around his body and he could feel her uneven breath on his hair.
Ah…
Safe. He was safe. He didn’t die. His mum saved him. She got him before he hit the ground. She saved him.
He held weakly to her hands, and the tears came at once.
“Ethan…” she called and turned him over. “Ethan? Are you hurt somewhere? Did you hit anything??”
He shook his head, but she checked him whole as he didn’t stop to cry. He couldn’t, and he didn’t understand why. Instead, he jumped into her arms again, hugging her neck and weeping louder.
“Son?…” muttered her.
She didn’t push him away, nor told him to be quiet, nor mocked his ugly face.
She just held him back, pulled him closer, and mumbled softly:
“I am here, Ethan. I am here.”
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.
Was Kenyan a Bad Mum?
I was thinking about Ethan’s childhood and how chaotic it was. He was spoiled, could do almost everything he wanted, he had everything he asked, he questioned every concept, he was a smart ass at school…
And you ask, “why”? Because Kenyan taught him to be like this, of course. Her idea of motherhood was different from the normal; she raised Ethan as a person, not just a kid. This is why she afforded his desires, wishes, and demands—because she wanted him to live at max capacity while he didn’t have responsibilities and huge consequences to care about.
Then you think, “wow, this is wrong. This kid will grow to be a spoiled adult, thinking life works exactly as he wants; then when things go bad, he will get mad and won’t know how to fix it.”
But if we look through Kenyan’s POV, we can understand why she’d think this is okay.
Let’s check her life stage:
As you can see, Auvies take their time to do things in life; maturity and independence comes around at 40 years old. At the age she got pregnant, she was supposed to start thinking about her future and what she wanted to try (in studies and work). She was a princess, so it was half decided, but she still would need to think about what kind of authority she’d be in the future.
But then she skipped (not by her choice) 100 years of her life, had to run away (she was a sacred figure, pregnancy out of marriage wouldn’t sound good…), started a life from scratch in a strange place, had no support, and all of it with a hyperactive kid. It’s clear she wouldn’t know how to raise a child in this situation.
And her maturity wasn’t that different of a child, so she was deeply empathetic of Ethan. If he asked for something, she’d give it to him because she thought “I also wanted to have things when I was a kid, so it's only fair I give it to him”, or even “he will just have me, so I should be a thousand times better than a normal mother, and to be a better mother, I should do this and that”.
There's also her culture.
Until 12 years old, Auvies have all the right to be curious and innocent, exploring the world and not dealing with consequences. The parents should allow it, only being careful about really dangerous actions; in this case, the parents should be present to instruct, but they still couldn’t forbid the kid from doing what they want.
Ethan was at this stage, so Kenyan just followed what she knew. But, for being on Earth and hearing advice all the time about how to raise him, she started allowing consequences on Ethan’s life, so he’d know what to do and what to avoid. (Example: he can climb the tree, but if he gets afraid of heights or gets stuck, Kenyan wouldn’t save him—she’d teach him how to get down. At the end, he would know it’s not a good idea to climb again because it’s scary, but if he ever need to climb down again, he wouldn’t be powerless)
So, we can conclude that Kenyan did a great job at raising Ethan! She could have done better? Probably. But she did what she could as a solo-teen-Auvie mother raising a child.
Unfortunately, we won’t know how she would raise a teen.
She didn’t stay long enough.
✨SECOND CHAPTER✨
Now it's available in both Wattpad and AO3!!!!!
It was extremely disgusting to write it, it gave me a heart attack when it got deleted, but it's finally ready and posted ❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63364711/chapters/162346738#workskin
Miorak
BEHOLD! THE SONG I MADE FOR MARTRA’S CULTURE! It’s sang in Martrakoji, but someday I’ll made it in English too. Someday.
The translation is below, but lemme tell you a bit about this song! It was sang before wars, so the warriors would be encouraged. It means hope for Martrans, or at least, it meant, before Kenyan turning into Maivtre.
Now, people sing it in silence, only the first part, as a kind of revolt. If one sings it whole, they’re openly declaring they’re against Maivtre, and it often cause them to die. You get it? Their supposed goddess is now their enemy. It’s just how bad things are going on.
Translation:
Longing for a time
That’s no longer here.
At seeing life goes by, you’ll see,
You are no more free.
Ohhhh
The fear never is letting go
You forgot? You are old? It still along.
Soon we’ll notice what’s going to show
Cowardice or bravery to fight
The battle may even scare you,
But don’t let it take over you.
Keep deep in your heart
There are lives to take care in your hands.
Oh the battle will come
Oh what will be done
Oh they gotta fight
To the citadel come back
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.
Valentine Cards 2
Sylris’s turn!
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 need more Ethan and Maya, tell me about them please 🥺
I’m glad you liked them 😭💖 tbh, Maya was a total extra character that wouldn’t appear for a long, LONG time, but I decided she’s gonna accompany Ethan cuz she’s too cool to just disappear🤙🏽 (and now I’m dying to rethink the whole story omg send help)
Hmmm I dunno what to say about Ethan without spoiling but, geez, he’s hard to write. His description is apparently simple: shy, insecure guy who wants to be loved. Simple. SO SIMPLE THAT IS HARD TO MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A PROTAGONIST. He was made to be a normal guy amidst the weirdos, but because of this, it’s troublesome to highlight his own characteristics. Like, everything is related to somebody else, the drama is because of someone else… he doesn’t have any “active” decisions, and it’s annoying me 😭😭
I hope he gets to improve and realize he is not a spectator of his own life. He needs to act by himself, to do what he wants, and stop living for others. MOVE, BOY!
(Secretly this is an advice for myself lol)
Thank you very much for the ask 🫶🏽
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
Afternoon Snack (AU)
That’s how those theories started!
Ethan’s so done… but what can she do? Kenyan will never get used to processed meat and bland plants. It feels like eating plastic and poison.
Rest in peace, cute blue bird 🕊️🪻
Yeah, my style is gradually degrading its quality 😝 Comics take too much time for something useless (it’s not relevant for the main story) and I will not spend more than a day to do it. And I know if I decide to continue it another day, I’ll never finish it ❤️
(If you don’t know, Auvies are carnivores. They might be able to eat plants, but it tastes really bad.)
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.
Nixies
Nixies are like fairies. They’re born from flowers that survive Shizores’ rain/acid, not having any sexual or romantic relationships, only friendships. They also don’t have gender, having androgynous appearance.
They can’t talk (verbally), so they use gestures and touches to communicate. For this reason, they stay in groups to facilitate their interactions. A minority of them know how to write in Martrakoji, but they’re clumsy with it because they’re tiny, making it quite hard to talk to another species.
They don’t eat, but need to drink loads of water. They also don’t live for too long in a single life (when they die, they go back to dirt and may reincarnate in the future with some memories).
Their function is to protect plants and attack anyone who dares to destroy them. They clean the air, too, making it easier to breathe by breaking down heavier gases and increasing the oxygen saturation. Some of them have the capacity to restaure dead plants, or release a pollen that enhance airflow and heals living beings who passes there.
It’s always amazing to walk in their region, you can feel your lungs getting happy at breathing their air. You just need to be careful to don’t hurt any of them or the plants. They will chase you down with poison, diseases or block your oxygen until you die. 💚
Hiélo Garoh
Yes, I made him furry. He has a bestial form too, but I don't want to draw it (lazyyyy), so you can imagine a green wolf.
I know I posted a drawing of him before, but it was annoying me that he was technically a lot-haired man with a dog nose, tail, and ears on top of his head.
And I was watching YouTube (that’s why they say you should be careful with what you watch), and I saw a video of a person making furries commissions. And it was cute and cool at the same time, perfect for Hiélo.
It was my first time drawing furry, so I struggled a bit with the face shape, but I guess I got it the way I wanted. The shoes are a bit odd because I was lazy and didn’t look for references. And can you see how SMOOTH his fur is? Like, I understand Kenyan now. He's like a walking blanket for her.