#heartslaybul oc

Mono creates an TWST oc that for once ISN'T a merfolk??? INSANE!! Anyway, say hi to Alison or "Alis" (She's a twisted of Alice Liddell from Alice: Madness Returns). She's a third year in Heartslabyul, and she's also one of the students that helps keep everything intact for Riddle and calm along with Cater and Trey. I'm working on her UM, but here's ONE important thing you should know about her hehe..

Her and Che'nya are adoptive siblings! With Alis being a year older than Che'nya. Not a lot of people are aware of the fact these two are siblings since Alis rarely brings it up unless she's asked about it, or unless you are there at a unbirthday party and witnessed Alis spotting Che'nya, immediately tackling him to the ground and laugh at him struggle to fight her off. Only now she mentions the fact the screaming catfolk she's sitting on is her younger sibling.

They don't often interact since they're in separate schools, but with the rare times they do. You can tell they have the typical "older sibling bothering the younger sibling because it's funny" dynamic, with Che'nya being the victim of Alis' teasing. Kind of also preventing Che'nya himself from teasing others, because he's too busy running away from the one person who's giving him his own medicine. As far as it's known, Alis has been like this to Che'nya ever since they were kids.

Though, despite constantly picking on her sibling. Alis has a protective nature to her, being the one who helped Che'nya get away from NRC students after they witnessed him at their school and went to beat him up- only for them to be the ones who end up getting their asses kicked by Alis who threatened to "actual" hurt them if they didn't piss off. Alison is sometimes seen standing guard by Riddle as well, could be because Alis already knew Riddle cause him and Che'nya used to play alot as kids, or it could be because Riddle strangely reminds Alis of her pet rabbit at home and therefore she wants to protect him (What a strange, strange girl..).

“How did it come to this?”

That question lodged itself in that little red head for a very long time.

“Why?”

“For what?”

“How?”

And dozens of other similar questions tortured Riddle—and would continue to torture him for many years.

The worst part of the situation wasn’t even the fact of his beloved’s death, though that alone was unbearable.

The most horrifying thing was that you, the light of his life, had decided on your own—completely consciously and voluntarily—to say goodbye to life. You chose to leave this world. You decided to leave everything and everyone and…Leave him.

Riddle was never an easy person, and he knew it perfectly well. It took real effort to become someone close to him—and you managed it. You became even more.

Riddle never expected to meet someone he could someday trust with his entire heart, someone with whom it wouldn’t be scary to be the person he always wanted to be. He certainly didn’t expect to find the love of his life so soon. Love fell onto this poor boy like snow out of a clear sky. It was all new to him, but he sincerely tried to be a good partner.

Yes, he sometimes overdid it and was a bit too strict—because you were his partner—but he never meant harm. Deep inside, Riddle always doubted whether he treated you the way he should. It weighed on him endlessly, and he felt horrible every time he saw your upset face after another one of his lectures…And now this happened.

What struck him even harder was the fact that he wasn’t the one who found your body first. He had been too busy with his tight schedule packed from morning till night with important tasks.

Your body was found by accident—by some student who promptly alerted the entire college. Naturally, the news reached Riddle very quickly. At first, he couldn’t believe what he heard, and it sparked aggression in him.

“How dare you speak such nonsense? Such outrageous lies? Off with—OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

But mere seconds later, he was running to the scene, desperate to see everything with his own eyes and confirm it was nothing more than a vile prank. All the way there, he repeated to himself that it couldn’t be true. But when he saw your lifeless body surrounded by emergency personnel, his legs simply gave out. He collapsed to his knees, and the last remnants of light in his eyes went out.

He stared at the body in front of him in numb disbelief, unable to process anything for a long time. Hundreds of questions spun in his mind, but they all led to one: “Why?”

The answer came quickly: “It’s all your fault.”

Yes. That was his conclusion. With all his fears, anxieties, and inexperience, he made himself the culprit.

“He treated you poorly.”

“He was too strict.”

“He was a terrible boyfriend.”

And many more thoughts like that. When this idea fully settled and reached his consciousness, Riddle broke into tears. Uncontrollable sobs, loud cries of pain, a hysterical breakdown that wouldn’t stop. He had just lost the only person he cherished enough to move mountains for. The only person with whom he had truly been happy simply by being near. And in his mind—it was all his fault.

At the funeral, Riddle was terribly quiet, though his eyes were red from the sleepless, tear-soaked nights. Since the day you died, they were always red. Only when the final farewell began did he suddenly step forward, lean over the coffin, and look at you one last time—whispering every form of apology that existed, barely audible. After the funeral, he sat at your grave for a long time. Silently. Just staring at the freshly turned earth. When it began to get dark, he left just as quietly.

Even though he said nothing during most of the farewell, inside his mind spun the same whirlwind of questions and self-blame.

After your burial, he became quieter, more absent-minded. He drifted through days, floating somewhere far away in his thoughts, constantly getting scolded by teachers. Everyone in the dorm was deeply worried about their housewarden, and only Trey managed to be at least some form of support for him.

Riddle threw himself into studying completely. Eventually, he returned to his strict routine. He tried to make it even harsher, but he couldn’t—because every time he raised his voice too much, scolded someone for a small mistake, or pushed students too far, he saw you in their saddened faces. And all his fire died instantly.

In the future, Riddle would likely never fully recover from this trauma. Or he might cope only partially, and only with great difficulty. Most likely, he would remain alone—afraid to let anyone else get that close ever again, still believing himself to be “awful.” Life wouldn’t be as heavy for him anymore, but he’d stay extremely cautious about everything he said and did.

He visited your grave less and less frequently—but whenever he came, he always brought gifts and long, heartfelt conversations.

No, he didn’t forget you. It was simply too painful to relive the reality of your absence again and again, even after so many years. But he remained your most faithful visitor.

Riddle came to clean your grave. He wiped the stone, arranged flowers, tidied the area, brought you sweets, small trinkets—or simply lit your once-favorite scented candles.

anyways here’s my son; i am working out all the info on him at the moment so stay tuned (..◜ᴗ◝..)

honestly i think it’s getting easier to make these sprites—his only took like 2-3 hours? my first oc sprite took like 6 lmao

might start making a master list for my oc’s bc i have a lot and im looking forward to posting more of them as i make my way through the list of ones without actual sprites…