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Recently read The Tales Of Wocdes by @tales-of-wocdes and found myself falling in love with the story! The cast is simply amazing and feels so alive as if I am there with them. Best dad of the entire era is hands down Havard. Wish the author all the best and will patiently wait to read the whole story! Did a quick sketch of my MC and Havard after the first playthrough (I’m on my sixth try)
meet my unnamed mc from @tales-of-wocdes, a damn good IF fr. lil kid is selectively mute and does not trust Harvard (bless him). Thought I would draw her when she has healthier wings and fur, maybe ill draw what she currently looks like a lil later like after I figure out how to draw bandages and the damn cloak too 😭
I read @tales-of-wocdes the other day and felt inspired to write a little bit. I headcanon one of my mcs to have DID (dissociative identity disorder) so here's a small piece about it
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Elsie knows a lot of people.
This is something you think to yourself as you hide behind a large tree, breathing heavily after having pushed this body to run from said people. It didn’t cooperate very well, and there were some voices calling after you, but you only ran and ran. You didn’t…no, you couldn’t be there, surrounded by people you don’t remember the names of.
Elsie knows these people. You don’t, not really.
You take in as much air as you can until this body can’t hold you up anymore. You fall to the ground, landing on your knees. It hurts but you’ve experienced worse. Pain doesn’t make you cry. You can handle it.
As you stare down at your knees, you feel a presence beside you. Your eyes slowly move to find Elsie, who’s watching you intensely. You watch her for a few moments as well.
Then she speaks.
“Pain?”
You blink. Then shake your head.
She frowns. “Don't lie...”
You look away.
Pain is…why you’re here, you think. It’s what you were born for. The reason you exist. You don’t remember anything before that, unlike Elsie.
But you can handle it.
She’s still watching.
“It’s…okay.” She speaks slowly. She doesn’t sound sure of what she says, as if she’s still thinking about it. “Not…it’s not bad. Here.”
How would you know that? You don’t remember. You don’t remember conversations or names or faces. You’re not Elsie. You’re not her. You’ve been told you should know, it’s strange that you don’t, but you can’t –
“...hey…” Elsie smiles weakly. She’s crouched in front of you now. “...It’s okay. It’s okay.”
You shake your head strongly. No it’s not. Neither of you truly know that. And if it’s not okay, you have to be around to deal with it. That’s how it’s been for so long. Elsie…Elsie doesn’t know what’s okay or not. What’s safe or not. You do.
You spend a few moments watching each other again before she slowly raises her arms to you. “Hug?”
It’s you who’s frowning at her now. But Elsie just gives a small smile.
You’re both interrupted though.
“...kid? Kid!”
Blink. Look up. It’s a lady.
“Whew. Finally found you. You can run really far, huh?” Chuckle. Look of…relief. Yes. Relief. “...You alright? You looked like you were miles away.”
What? Elsie looks around. Then up at the sky. It looks a little different than before. Time has passed. How much time?
This always happens.
“Oh shit, your knee!” The lady – no, Lexia – exclaims as she crouches down to examine one of Elsie’s knees. When Elsie looks too, it’s then she realizes it’s bleeding a little. “What happened? Did you fall?”
“Maybe.” Elsie whispers.
Lexia smiles a little at that. Elsie doesn’t know why. The only thing she remembers before this was playing outside with Atru and Azha when all of a sudden their voices sounded faraway. Then she found herself here. She doesn’t remember falling. ‘Maybe’ is the only answer she has.
“Hm. Well, it doesn’t look too bad, but it wouldn’t hurt to get it cleaned up anyway. That sound okay?”
“Mm-hm.”
Elsie happily allows Lexia to pick her up and carry her off inside to get her knee looked at. It’s when the two are halfway there does Elsie feel a tear slide down her cheek. She makes an attempt to wipe it away before Lexia notices it.
“It’s okay.” Elsie whispers really, really, really quietly to herself. It wasn’t her tear.
@tales-of-wocdes's game is interesting, looking forward to getting to learn more about the world and seeing where the story goes. My MC doesn't have a name yet becasue they don't see why they need one right now, or why they need clothes when they have the cloak. the poor kid is gonna need so much therapy after all that torture they went through... Havard and Lexia has so much work ahead of them with this kid who can't handle being around blades, they won't talk, hate being touched, their first thought to deal with anything is to hurt themself, they think they need to get rid of their damaged hands, this kid needs eyes kept on them at all times.
hopefully the gif works, I haven't done any kind of animation in years, I tried to not to make it too big so hopefully tumblr will be happy with it.
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OMG it would be hilarious if every time a dragon mc concentrates too hard on something a small fire comes out their mouth and nose. not enough to burn anything, just visible.
It is one of those things full of squiggly lines... Your eyes narrow.
This will be your greatest battle yet!
Slowly, you open the confusing thing, a book Havard keeps calling them. Then you focus hard.
Really hard.
Havard has been teaching you the squiggly lines.
You can do this.
Something distracts you soon. The light in the room changes.
You look around and find nothing.
You go back to the squiggly lines.
It happens again after some time! You find nothing.
What treachery is this?
Still, you try a third time. Third times are important for some reason.
It happens again!
You drop the squiggly line thing and hide to observe the room. Someone must be here, doing things.
You will find them.
For some reason Lexia chuckles and ruffles your hair.
it would be cute if the mc was blank face and silent yet their animal ears and tail gave their emotions away. tail wagging for happy, ears down for stress and tail shaking violently for excitment (aka food)