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Ivy is a dangerous opponent in combat, does not belong to any fandom. She does not have a traditional home, instead she lives in the Void, where she keeps various things and souvenirs from other worlds. Hates being alone, is a chaotic personality, can be loving towards friends or aggressive towards others. She has symptoms of ADHD that manifest in her behavior.
Okay, I have a question, why do you most often show Ivy hungry? Do you like her.... When is she like this or what?
First, it is interesting
Fey is a former judge that became a powerful ghost (was engaged in legal affairs and was a good lawyer), serving as a calm, level-headed mentor to Ivy. He is her best friend, an anchor, a father figure, and in a way, the only thing keeping her grounded in the vast, lonely expanse and Void. While he provides the structure and guidance she needs to control and her impulses and cope with difficulties. He often finds himself delivering "dad-like" lectures that Ivy playfully ignores.
Ivy, in turn, is the spark that keeps Fey’s existence from becoming a dull, static record of the past. Her chaotic nature provides the life and unpredictability he lacks. Despite their differences, they share a bond that goes beyond friendship—they are platonic family.
Together, they are a perfect mix , messy balance between judgment and impulsiveness, order and chaos.
Some facts :
Ivy collects souvenirs from the various worlds she visits, storing them in the Void.
Fey, being a ghost, has the ability to pass through walls and remain undetected, plus shape-shifting, making him a valuable ally in Ivy adventures.
below i talk about the strengths and weaknesses of Ivy and Fey, about ivy's strength and just an old bonus related to the lore from which these two "from "
Ivy
Strengths
Ivy is a skilled fighter capable of defeating even the most formidable opponents.
Resourcefulness: She uses her magical thread for portals, protection, and healing, making her unpredictable in combat.
Ivy values her friends deeply and is willing to risk her life to protect them.
Fearless in the face of danger, she takes on even the toughest challenges.
Charisma: Her sarcasm, humor, and occasional flirting can distract enemies and attract allies.
Weaknesses
Impulsiveness: Ivy often acts without thinking, which can lead to serious consequences.
Emotional Instability: Her struggle with inner demons and her need for recognition can cloud her judgment.
In a state of hunger, Ivy can lose control and become dangerous to everyone around her.
She craves feeling needed and loved, which makes her emotionally vulnerable.
Her Past: Her connection to "creator" and the Void sometimes pulls her back into chaos, a part of her nature she fights to overcome.
Fey
Strengths
Intelligence: Fey’s sharp mind allows him to analyze situations and find solutions effectively.
Calm and composed, he helps others stay grounded during tough times.
As a spirit, Fey can shapeshift and remain undetected, making him perfect for gathering information or escaping danger.
Fey is unconditionally supportive of Ivy, even when he doesn’t agree with her actions.
His calm nature makes him adept at resolving conflicts.
Weaknesses
As a spirit, Fey lacks the ability to directly engage in physical combat with water enemys. Can't really touch any liquid, feel agony .
Perfectionism: His need for order can create tension with Ivy’s chaotic nature.
Fey rarely shows his feelings, which can create a barrier between him and others.
Tether to the Past: His life as a lawyer before death drives his need to protect everyone, even when unnecessary.
Dependency on Ivy: Fey’s strong bond with Ivy makes him lose objectivity if she’s in danger.
Ahem about Ivy's powers
THREADS
The sensation of the thread feels cold to the touch for an ordinary person, even if held for a long time. It is smooth but not slippery, slightly rough, like copper wire. It feels heavy, as if it were a small chain or a piece of dense metal; the thread seems heavier than it should be. Its weight resembles that of a chain made of solid gold. It shines in the light like liquid gold, but this shine dulls at certain angles; when magic is used, it glows. When Ivy moves or stretches it, a light metallic ringing can be heard, similar to the sound of a bell, but with a muffled undertone that creates a strange sensation.
The feeling during the stitching of a living body, as when Ivy stitched a gentleman's arm, does not create a sensation of pain. Instead, it feels like a cool, silky touch that causes a slight tingling, as if magic is penetrating the body. Once the thread is "sewn" into the body, the wound begins to pulse with a warm wave, and the pain gradually fades away. During the stitching of the wound, the thread does not melt or dissolve but gradually "disappears" into the body, integrating with it and healing the damage.
For Ivy, the thread always feels light, like air. While using it, she feels how the thread "lives" in her hands: it stretches as if pulsing with gentle waves of magic, ready to obey her command.
The thread is almost impossible to break with ordinary means. Its strength is akin to being unbreakable, but Ivy can tear it magically by concentrating. The thread remains cold even at the highest temperatures. It cannot be melted by fire or dissolved by acid. It has high magical conductivity (specifically for Ivy), but not for electricity. The magical energy within the thread pulses with a faint golden light.
When Ivy uses magic, she feels a thread begin to “rise” from deep within her eyes. It doesn't cause pain, but the sensation is like a light tingling, as if tiny streams of warmth pulse from the depths of her skull to the surface. Her vision momentarily dims with a golden hue as the thread emerges, like a living thing awaiting commands.
It’s like a pulling action, but without physical effort, as the thread itself “slips out,” smoothly and effortlessly, as if knowing where it needs to go. A gentle warmth spreads around her eyes, but there’s no fatigue or discomfort—rather, it’s a soothing feeling of control.
The moment the thread touches the air, it begins to glow with a golden light. This soft luminescence intensifies if the magic is amplified. Ivy can see in the dark thanks to this glow, which gently illuminates everything around her, like the light of a candle flame; she can regulate its intensity.
When Ivy chooses to use her fingers, it's a completely different sensation. She feels her fingertips fill with a pulsating pressure, similar to a light tingling, but with a sense of depth. It feels as if her fingers temporarily become conductors of something larger—magic that flows from her and transforms into a physical form.
The moment the thread begins to emerge, she feels the last joint on each finger grow warm, but this warmth doesn't burn; it simply reminds her of the living force within her body. The golden coating on her fingers helps her control this process, and each movement of her finger seems to “unravel” an invisible ball of thread inside her.
As the thread emerges, it unfurls in the air with a soft whisper, like a light fabric, and feels like silk wrapping around her fingers.
PORTALS
Portal
I recently decided to practice drawing animations in ibis And this is what happened
As I probably already said, Ivy can literall
When Ivy decides to create a portal, she first concentrates, almost freezing. Her body tenses, and the air around her seems heavier, as if filled with magical energy. She takes a deep breath, and the space around her becomes noticeably denser.
Her hands begin to move in the air, as if she's trying to "feel" the invisible fabric of the world. At first, it's like swimming lightly in water, but with each sweep, her fingers encounter something invisible—a pressure that feels cold and resistant, like a strong wind hitting her palms.
When she "touches" this resistance, her nails, covered in a golden glow, seem to grow into the fabric of the world. She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, and sharply pulls her hands in opposite directions. At that moment, space seems to tear—with a loud crack and a flash of gold. Before her, a portal appears: shimmering, framed by threads of golden light that flutter like fabric in the wind.
The portal looks like a rip in reality, through which another place can be seen. Its edges flicker and shift, as if they are always in motion. It is both beautiful and frightening—like looking into the eyes of something otherworldly.
Ivy calmly walks through it, and the portal disappears behind her as suddenly as it appeared, leaving only a brief flash of gold.
Portals created by Ivy have a "lifespan" that depends on the amount of residual magic. If a portal is created for a quick passage, it closes automatically immediately after she or her companions have passed through. Ivy's magic "senses" when the task is complete and closes the tear. Sometimes, when the portal closes, Ivy subconsciously performs the sealing in mere seconds. Her movements are so fast that it looks like the portal simply vanishes. In this case, the sealing process is automatic for her, but she still performs it, without even realizing it.
Manually sealing a portal is only necessary when she wants to leave the portal open longer, or if the tear becomes unstable and begins to expand, threatening to distort reality.
When Ivy wants to close a portal, she uses her golden threads. First, she carefully approaches the tear, almost bowing before it, as if before a living being. She takes a deep breath, touches the edge of the tear with her fingers, from which threads flow, and begins to "sew" it up.
The process looks as if she's literally stitching the fabric of the world, pulling the edges of the portal together. The threads shine with gold, and each stitch emits a warm light. As the threads pass through the portal's fabric, they leave behind a barely noticeable scar in space, which gradually dissolves, leaving everything in its original state.
After the stitching is complete, the thread completely dissolves, and the space becomes smooth, as if the portal never existed. But if you look closely, you can see a faint golden shimmer, a reminder that magic was once there.
Bonus about the Thread-Clothing
The scarf Ivy wears around her waist looks like a delicate ornament, shimmering golden in the sunlight. But in reality, this scarf is so dense that it weighs more than many full sets of knightly armor. For Ivy, it's simply part of her attire, light and imperceptible, but if she removes the scarf and gives it to someone else, the consequences can be staggering.
A person who tries to hold the scarf will feel its unbearable weight literally crushing into their body. Their shoulders might start to crack from the strain, and their forearm bones will break under the pressure, seemingly impossible for such apparently delicate fabric. The person will fall to their knees, unable to even let go of the scarf—it seems to live its own life, pressing them to the ground. ( and this is a light 'cute' version of what will happen to that person tbh)
The scarf isn't just heavy; its texture changes under pressure, constricting limbs, leaving bruises, and, in extreme cases, even tearing the skin. Within seconds, the person is immobile, their body contorting in agony, their breathing becoming shallow due to pressure on their chest.
At the same time, the scarf has incredible strength. Even the sharpest swords cannot cut it, bullets bounce off its surface without leaving even the slightest trace. It also serves as protection for Ivy herself—in case of attack, she can use it as a kind of shield, or even as a weapon, enveloping her opponent and neutralizing them effortlessly (for example, breaking their spine or pulverizing their face).
Besides scarves or accessories, Ivy is capable of creating entire garments from her thread. For example, if she knits a sweater, it will be so strong that it can protect against the most powerful blow or explosion from some GOD. But only Ivy herself can wear this clothing. For others, it would be so heavy that even attempting to lift it would be nearly impossible.
Old version
And also some interesting facts about him
Doodle with Feyy yeyyyy 💘💖💝
Little facts about Fey that no one asked
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Since I’m writing Ivy’s story and I don’t know for sure wh
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in songs prescribed for the rusalka week a common motif is of rusalka asking people to give her clothes. "girls, sisters, give me namitka — if not a thin one, then at least white" (дівки-сестрички, дайте намітки — хоч не тоненької, аби біленької); "girls, sisters, give me a skirt, oh early-early" (дєвочкі-сестрички, дайте мнє споднички, ой рано-рано), "boys, brothers, give me a shirt" (хлопчики-браточки, дайте мнє сорочки)
clothes are considered, among other things, a marker of humanity; dead, as well as beasts, don't need clothes. traditionally, ukrainians buried their dead in linen shirts, which was basically their underwear — and in a traditonal society, being in your underwear is almost the same as being naked. since the point of the rusalka week is to invite them into your space so they can gift you and your household prosperity, to give them clothes is one of the ways by which they can enter the human world. on the other hand, the girls that participate in rusalian rituals may themselves undress and uncover their hair, therefore coming closer to the dead and the bestial. both rusalky and the living therefore can meet halfway through.
a rusalky post for rusalky week. i want to share some ukrainian folk stories about relationships between the rusalky and their living relatives. and if you don't know, rusalka is an undead natural spirit, usually (but not always) of a girl who died a violent death, or died prior or during the rusalka week. recordings of folk texts are taken from the work "ukrainian mythology" by volodymyr halaichuk, translated by me.
• a girl died before rusalka week. and her sister remained. the dead girl was buried in her clothes, but they forgot to give her her favorite skirt, that she wanted. she came back as a rusalka. she came to her sister, and asked: "oksana, can you get me my skirt?". oksana asked: "what do you need it for?" "i will go party". and so for the whole rusalka week, she visited her sister. every evening oksana left her the skirt on the hedge, and her sister took it and partied. but then the mother noticed it, as the skirt was constantly dripping wet. the rusalka sister told oksana to not utter a single word to her mother about what is happening. but once her mother pressured her, and the girl told her so and so. after that, the rusalka stopped coming.
• there was a good girl, and she died. she wanted to be buried in her silk skirt, but the mother didn't fulfill her wish. the girl died before rusalka week. then the neighbors started dreaming that the girl was asking "why didn't mother give me my skirt?". then, when the rusalka week came, the mother placed the skirt in the corner of the house. then, when the next day came, she looked at it, and the skirt was dripping wet. and so they knew that the rusalka girl came
• a girl died on rusalka week. and so a year came by, but the parents still mourned. but during rusalka week, they saw her khustka move, and so the father pounced on it, and hugged it tightly, and didn't let it go. turned out it was their girl. he placed her on the corner of the house. and so she stayed in one place for a whole year. only when the dziady (ancestors' holiday) came, she ate the steam from the food offering, and then again returned to her corner. but then when the rusalka week came, she looked through the window, and clapped her hands, and exclaimed "my people are coming!" — and she was gone.
• there was a dead girl of 15 or 16 years, who's parents catched her, and locked her in the house. she sat at the clay stove in the corner, her face to the wall, as she refused to turn her face to them. then they noticed that when they cook food, she disappears, and so they knew she was eating the steam from the food. from now on, they left the house before eating, so that she could eat the steam in peace. and so she lived here for a whole year. but then pentecost came, and then three days more, and then she jumped from the stove, and exclaimed "oh! oh! my people are here! my people are here!" — and nobody saw her afterwards.
• once a group of musicians returned from the party late at night, and their way was through the fields. and towards them another group of musicians walked on the same road. when they finally crossed paths, the living recognized that the other group was dead. the dead musician spoke "so what are we gonna do now? now we are doing a playing competition. the one who wins gets the girl from the others' group". and so they played, and the living won. the musician who won chose a girl and said "you're going with us". in that village was a mother, who's daughter drowned herself on the pentecost. when the rusalka got to the village, she recognized the girl as her daughter. she stood in the corner of the house for the whole rusalka week, never talking, facing the corner. and when the week passed, they never noticed when and how, but she disappeared.
Be nice to your fellow tumblr who reblogs all the awesome stuff
Or creates awesome art
Or writes that fic you love
Even if you’re shy
Because I guarantee they’ll love the something nice you have to say. You don’t have to try to be their friend, they don’t have to respond. But it goes appreciated.
For every one person who puts themself out there and chooses to be brave and make a little tag or send an ask or a comment with actually nice things, five other people will wake up and choose to be an asshole (on probably their own and their five+ alt accounts)
Some of them will dedicate a ridiculous amount of time and effort just to be an asshole. Some of them will sandwich their assholery with compliments so people feel uncomfortable but don’t feel they can say anything about it. Stuff like “I really love your stuff but why can’t you draw what I want you to draw instead of x?” Or use your posts as a vehicle to start arguments and spread negativity.
So it’s down to the rest of us to drown it out.
There is no need to be an asshole. Be nice to someone today ✨
I’m gonna go spread some love because loads of people deserve to hear some and I don’t have enough hours in the day
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Sometimes I'll catch myself saying something like "yeah, we had only two ballistics flying over us that night, so I was able to catch enough sleep :)" and then think.... Why the fuck I'm not freaking out more about that. WHERE in the world it's normalized to integrate being genocided in a fucking war into your daily routine? And also you have to balance it with your work and social life?
saw a quote from romanian president after russian drone hit building in romania and it goes like "when russians are hitting their targets in ukraine they should be careful to not injure romanian citizens" and thought that it was fake. but apparently it's real and from a bbc interview 💀 oh okay! sure!
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It seems to me that if someone pesters Ivy, she deliberately flirts and breaks either the heart or the face of this “lucky guy”
Oh, Ivy would absolutely dream of smashing some faces, wouldn't she? in her mind there might be a whole list of faces she'd love to "rearrange," in a public fancy place like an elegant café/ Manny Café. She would likely settle for an ironic glance or a well-timed elbow nudge. Ivy now understands the importance of maintaining appearances, so she saves her real theatrical moments for when no one is watching or when the situation truly calls for it.
Phoenix is unlabeled! She doesn't have time to think about who she likes.. she probably doesn't care (also I loved when Lime drew her with braids somuch)
Tony is gay and trans I SWEAR HES NOT A SELF INSERT- it's important to the plot I swear. He's open about it! He always had support from his mom
Niko is bi, it was hard for him to accept it (conservative household) but thanks to the support of Tony and Marie (more of her coming soon hopefully..I love her so much) he was more open about it
And Eylix is aroace...she rather EAT people... literally.
