SourFruits

Prologue: A City - Part 1

--- This is a story about my Original Character, Hadia, and the city she lives in. The first part of the Prologue will introduce you to her character as well as the city itself.

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I have lost all my memories. Or I suppose I’ve lost some of my memories. It started when I arrived here, and has only become more noticeable as time passes. There are small things that come to me. Things people normally remember. Like the way my mother used to smile, or how the sky looks from my home’s porch. When I look at the people around me; I’m normal. But I’ve never recalled my memories like this. Or I don’t think I have? Everything since my arrival has been cataloged, listed away and archived. I remember the details, even the smallest things. The process feels natural, feels familiar. Yet everything before my arrival is blurred.

I’ve lived in this city for six hundred sixty-seven days, yet the sun has risen one thousand seven hundred seventy eight times. Time is different here. Oftentimes a suggestion rather than a requirement. A year has nearly passed and I’ve yet to get used to it. Though it's easy to ignore when the sky above your head is no more than an amalgamation of metal and rock, harrowed with small cracks that reveal nothing but an inky blackness. If I’m lucky I’ll spot a distant star, the sun itself, blinding yet so insignificant in its surrounding darkness. It's only role to bring a glimpse of light to a city long abandoned. The pavement beneath my feet seems to creak with my weight. Worn from years of use and experiences. I recognize the crack beneath my foot now, I recognize the rock that has been kicked to the side, and I recognize the run down shop to my left. Yet nothing is familiar. Nothing here exists to bring comfort or soothe. Nothing here connects to these fuzzy memories that should have been archived long ago. It’s utilitarian: Its architecture solely created to withstand the wars this city creates. And of the things I’ve seen in my short time here, it’s clear these buildings have witnessed many.

Sloane:

Ila:

Hands, cause I really love drawing hands

Ref Sheets Below! CW: Body Horror and Gore

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I don’t usually really do line art so this isn’t as good as some of my other stuff- But I think I’m okay with how it turned out- I took some liberties with Waylon but that’s just because I thought the sharp teeth would look cute and make sense(Was gonna give him shark-like teeth, but I decided I’ll let Oswald keep that little trait for himself)

Inspired by that one audio on TikTok- I also just wanted to mention how Edward hasn’t left his little computer lab since his accident(as far as we know of) And there’s also like no content of Waylon(That I’ve seen at least)

HOLY YAP SESH JUST ONE LAST THING! The audio is more harsh on Waylon’s part but I feel like he’d say it more playfully- He just doesn’t seem mean like that to me😭

Individual Panels Below

My people on Tumblr are the ones getting this first this time. This highkey took me forever but it was good practice, quality ain't great on here tho :(

Already posted this on my tiktok, thought why not here - Might post some of the frames on their own