Modern AU

PINK

It’s not even my favorite color, I just felt like doing it 🤙🏽 And I never did this comic style, so it was a new experience ✨✨

the whale’s level

It’s a dream I had this night.

Agent Mit

I decided to draw myself, but cool (it must be Saiki Kusuo influence). Dunno if it’s exactly cool, but it’s a “me” that does radical things from some kind of movie.

First, I thought about giving myself powers, but I don’t think I’d be someone to have a visible power, it’d be something psychological, so not fun to draw.

Second, mystical creatures. The one that kinda matches my vibe is werewolf, but it’s hard to draw and they’re not pretty (excuse me, I like to draw myself pretty).

Then I thought about fights. I’m not someone who likes to move a lot, so swords are off. I probably should have draw a sniper, but again, it’s hard to draw (❤️) and when I thought about the sniper, I already had drew the pose, so I wasn’t redoing it.

I dunno how someone lazy like me manages to be productive. (I recorded my video and it’s nice💞)

Yet another backstory!

AO3 / Wattpad

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.”

Monster Hunt - I (AU)

Let’s gooooooo Kenyan will be purified of all evil 😇 I’ll make three parts (I guess), each one fighting her according to their beliefs (she’s a vampire, witch or alien?)

Kenyan despises plants, but she hates with more passion the ones that stink. And she has great senses, so she knew the food was doomed since the start, she just sniffed because it’s a habit.

As I said, she might be able to eat it, but the consequences can be hard… anyway, she just gotta pose “human” for everyone outside home.

(I’m not forgetting to draw her pointy ears. She uses magic to disguise them when people are around)

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.

Sylris is such a weird man. He’s the bad guy, but he doesn’t need to use brute force to get what he wants—he just talks. And the most impressive thing? He NEVER lies! It’s something he decided to do, and somehow everything he says is the truth. Maybe part of the truth, maybe the truth of a single perspective, a twisted and sick truth, but still, a truth. (“The people hate you”, “Ethan is safer away from here”, “Hiélo is getting tired”, “You hurt them because you chose to.”)

So when he says he loves Kenyan, he means it???? Like, WUT?????????????

And that contrast is so good, because he never lies and is the villain, while Kenyan is the one who lies all the time and is the victim.

This man is so ridiculously smart, I’m genuinely impressed. To use his shapeshifter skills, he gotta study anatomy in a pretty specific way; so he probably knows a lot about medicine and could work as a doctor, if he wants to (a disguise to use, an easy way to access people…)

In extension, he knows about psychological science and can make a conversation go the way he wants, hence why he’s so good at being a king, do whatever he wants, and blame Kenyan for it. Because of it, he can be both the abuser as the healer; he makes Kenyan hurt them, and he appears to fix everything. It’s so crazy that he convinced even Kenyan that she is to blame, and that he’s there standing by her side, willing to help while “everyone ran from her”.

Now, you tell me, what kind of person would stay sane at these circumstances?????? What kind of person wouldn’t realize that it’s easier to just stop rowing against the waves?????? Kenyan had to give up at some point, go insane, act as he wants, AND I DON’T BLAME HER AT ALL. He made it look as if she had no other choice; what hand would she take if not his?!!!!!

This man is wild 😦

Hiiii, <333 i need to know, thoughts about Loid??? (He is my fav character in spyxfamily uwu)

That's all, (by the way, I LOVE YOUR ART <333 KEEP GOING UWU)

With all respect, WHAT A MAN.

This spy is giving his life away for the family he “shouldn’t care about” (LIES, YOUR HONOR, LIES!), and it’s so funny/cute to see him struggling about it all 😭💖

That episode in the castle was AMAZING! I know the manga is pretty good too, but I loved how they made Loid’s personality shyer because he was doing silly things—it’s totally him.

And I’m hopping with all my heart that he will realize this family is perfect for him, and then decides to never leave 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

(Thank you for the compliment, your art is very adorable too <3)

Interview - Ethan

Hello, every-nyan! It was a hustle to convince Ethan, but he finally said yes to our interview! Are you excited, Ethie?!

“Hi, guys.” Smiles sheepish and waves. “Not really, but… for some reason, you want to know more about me, is that right? My name is Ethan Yaneh… or Ethan Price, I don’t know. And I’m 18.”

Relax, Ethan! I admit the questions might be personal, but we’re all friends here, no judgment! Let’s start with an easy one.

1. What would be your ideal date? ( @gojicorps )

“Hm… something like cinema, I guess? It’s quiet and you just enjoy their company beside you. Or maybe having a picnic with lots of fruits, pies and cakes.” Shrugs. “I’m not sure. As long it’s with the person I like, it would be my ideal date.”

Ah, the question has a continuation…

2. When will you acknowledge that you like Maya?

“Maya?” Ears warm up. “Uh… it’s kinda too early to tell I like her, no?… I mean, we did kiss, but it was in the rush of the moment, and I don’t even know her for real, and perhaps she was just kidding, she probably was just bored with the party, and she doesn’t take me seriously, and—“ Brushes face with hands. “Okay, okay, I guess you got it. Can we not pry in my shabby romantic life?”

Haha, sorry! We didn’t intend to make you blush! Let’s get a really easy question for you!

3. How’s your daily life with the Prices?

“Pretty normal? Or, actually, no. They’re extravagant, but in a good way. Does that make sense?…” Frowns slightly, leg bouncing. “Gosh, it doesn’t. Right, lemme try again— They’re very nice and come up with lots of funny ideas. Mr. Price isn’t always at home, but he does his best to keep up when he is, so… yeah, it’s great. It’s just a tiny annoying when I don’t want to participate in their stuff, and they tell me to.”

4. It seems you have met Sammy, your brother, before you get adopted; how was it?

“Ah, Sam is my friend since Elementary school!” Smiles. “I was more talkative back then, so we used to spend a lot of time studying, playing RPG and exploring…” pauses and smile freezes, “…my mum’s garden. It was bigger than normal gardens, you know? A kid’s dream. Full of flowers and birds. We liked it.”

5. The incident happened when you were still young; did you have someone to help you in the time?

Looks away. “The neighbors backed me. I stayed in many friends’ houses, but it was hard to stand those looks.” Swallows. “Dottie told me stay in their house, despite my insistence to not be adopted. I didn't want 'cause it felt… wrong. As if I was, like, trying to delete her from my life?… it was hypocrite.”

6. After it, did you notice any radical changes in your style of life or behavior?

“Yeah, obviously, I got quieter. And shy.” Bites the inside of cheek. “Insecure? The doctor said I had depression and problems with socialization, but apparently I improved. Dottie took me to therapy through the year, and I feel okay, so maybe the doctor is right. I hope.”

7. If you could come back in time and redo something, what would you do?

“There are many things… I’d have behaved better, I wouldn’t be so naive, I’d have loved more, I’d have lived at my best… but sometimes I wonder if it really would change anything.” Hugs cushion. “Maybe it was meant. Maybe I’ll be forever this miserable kid. I wanted to grow up, but how in Heaven’s name am I supposed to do that? They didn’t teach me. They just threw it over me and, ‘well, it’s your problem now.’” Smirks tightly.

8. It has been years; how do you expect to get over this after so long?

Silent, looking down.

“…do I need to get over it?” Mumbling. “She is my mum, I don’t want to forget the good things she did for me. If I do, who am I in the world? All I learned, all I am, came from her. I can’t just… brush her off.”

Ethan, you know this isn’t healthy for you. You probably already heard it, but you won’t grow until you move and try to change. If your mother truly loved you, she would want you to live.

“If she truly loved me, she’d be here.” Frowns and holds cushion tighter.

“…I don’t want to answer more…”

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.