skysdonut

[skysdonut]

The Fourth

Salaerea the fourth, the one who cannot be perceived.

It was a network of stars knitted into the clouds of gas and dust. A web of beauty resembling the neurons of long forgotten gods. From the rippling of something unknown, came about the nebula of a dead star. Fragmented pieces of Gods knitted into the sheets of warped time and mass. The sphere of perturbed mass and understanding wavers under the glimpses of breathing mass. Ether does not breathe, but he can speak, he can move, he can see, he can feel. Touching the very branches of developing space led his gaze, though absent of eyes, to rivet to her unravelling beauty. Streaks of gas-stained gold, pink, then blue, soon became a concoction of colour unable to perceived through the eyes. At the centre of the mass, something with dislodged parts of something otherworldly stood like a pillar of all knowledge and being. Dowered with something pulsing, the centre mass was something spherical yet flat, an inconsistent shape in constant motion. In human terminology, one might call the body of gas hair.

 But to refer to the swindling pulsating cloud of gas and something living to that of ‘hair’ is not only disregarding its birth, but the matter upon which it is forged from. And would ultimately serve as a grand insult to its visage but to its formation.

 Blinded by the shear intensity of the stars, it stood among the desolation of the expanse until it could adapt. From the sudden ripple mass, came a concentrated burst of energy. Strings from the ripped fabric of space twisted and turned inside out.

 Triangulating through soaring thoughts, Ether thought he saw the shadow of a limbs, of faces, arms, legs, but soon dwindled into contorted figures. Then soon, something akin to focus, an abstract concept, materialised. A spiral of energy shifting, scouring, searching, until it grew still.

 He was inarticulate with joy, a blossoming warmth in his degraded body. He was born with a title, a name, but no purpose. Does she have a name? Perhaps he can give her a name. But perhaps he can never come up with a name to do her justice. Mayhap he can call her-

 “Salaerea…” He didn’t think such a thing could speak. But it did in an echo. It dragged along space with a hefty breath, and elongated vowels. It spoke the lingo of something unrecognisable, with the sounds and tone otherworldly to him. Restless mimics of form flitted around the vast expanse of the world; avid stings prickled the magnetic field it concocted. Then, it began to move, the body of stars drifting along the path of attraction towards a point neither could see.

 And he too, began his descent towards her, marred and twisted limbs reaching out in hopes of grazing the minute detailed body of the entity. What came from his futile attempts were a palpable shudder of space that downed his essence in starry vehemence.

The great entity stopped moments before it could breach the wailing walls of matter. It folded in half, turned inside out then finally casted the sphere of focus towards the marred entity.

 Nothing was shared aside from curious gazes. Hammered in place by the great transparent wall of magnetic field halted him from touching it, but he made accommodations and simply gestured.

 And from his body, he snapped a piece of flesh that soon hardened. He presented his first gift of many, otherwise astonished and stricken with warmth. He connived against the better judgement of his fragmented mind, bestowing it the piece of his body. At first, he saw it rumble and pulse as it inched closer, the figure of it blocking out the nearby quasars.

 Tendrils of light energy lashed out with the force of a supernova. The moment such tendrils grazed the hardened shell of the gift, it was absorbed.

 He watched, with the absence of eyes, this entity shifting once more, and returning to the path.

 And he followed.

[skysdonut]

I'm just redesigning Ether again, the head is a mystery.

The head is still... debatable. Idk i'll figure smth out. Oh and i broke my tablet so i guess i'll havr to draw traditionally for a while

I don't think this still counts Eldritch at this point??

[skysdonut]

An Ether redraw and redesign.

The 3rd created, twice the size of Aetheous and Cigil combined, yet his size is dwarfed by the 4th.

It was said, that shortly after the war, and when the bodies settled beneath the pillars of time, the remaining essence of stardust, bones, and crowns, formed a warrior.

Followed a brief summary entry:

Bones snapped like twigs under the pressure of light and matter weighing heavily down on the thin barrier of time. Matter and dark energy seeped through the teats caused by weapons, and bathed the remains with its cosmic power. Tattered wings, and skin weeped and mended. Bones joined, then snapped once more. The flesh metled off the bone as quick as water, yet thickened and hardened upon touching the surface of power. The whiteness of the archways of distortion seeped in. Twitching, writhing, and pulsing, the world has thought and created something new. Yet chewed it and spat it out into the void with its other creations. Half blinded, drifting as a starry shadow underneath the many suns and moons, it thought it saw a shadow of an enemy. It thought it saw the long deceased gods coming down to grant it purpose. Perhaps it may give him a name?

Yet, what befell from the void, was a spiral of stars, with far too many eyes (and too large for comfort). Oh, and how beautiful she is. Perhaps, he may give her a name instead.

[skysdonut]

A Cigil redesign

The second created, bigger than the first, but only by a fraction.

(I am not good at colouring gold, apparently. Help.)

Followed by a brief (also shitty) entry:

As the light adjusts, the flares from the golden sun kept lashing out with force and purpose, until it became waves in the empty vast. Every solar flare, paired with the unfathomable properties of the void, created something akin to that of an ornament. It lacked the organic material that the first was used to, but its beauty out matched anything of the living. It shined like a star, mimicked the glow and beauty of one, but could not exactly mimic the enormity of a star, or the power it carries. A beacon of light was settled upon it, as if it was a gift from the outside. It stayed afloat, drifting along, until that beacon of light, settled upon the first.

[skysdonut]

An Aetheous Redesign

The first creation. The strongest but the smallest.

It was said he was there, when the universe began to bloom.

Followed by a brief (terrible) entry:

Its creator was a mere shadow, an echo of something greater that had long been silenced by the expanse of space. Among the destruction, and reconstruction of matter, time and space, the scraps were pushed aside. The forgotten, the wasted, and the discarded soon became one. It started as a sheet, then thickened with every pulse of space. Soon, the sheet swelled, the edges curled and distorted under the pressure of space. The fabric began to rewrite itself to fit into this changing world. Juxtaposed between the dead and the living, it became something of both worlds. It became the absence of life, yet the presence of it. It must be lonely, however, to stand alone among the great creations of the stars. But from the edges of the universe, near a golden sun that shined with newfound vigor... the waves began to shape something new...

[skysdonut]

I have yet to come up with a design for the fourth (and frankly I'm thinking of redesigning the first 2, and redrawing the 3rd, I'm not satisfied with my execution- mostly the lineart.) I'm not good at monster drawing/Eldritch stuff, but I am greatly interested. The idea of celestial beings that humans are unable to perceive amazes me so. So I guess that's why I have such a hard time capturing an entity. How is one meant to capture something inexplicable?

So for the mean time, please take this:

I do not have a specific fandom for her. I don't really think of her as part of a fandom per se, she's the... seasonal oc? Idk, sometimes I think of her in 2 separatefandoms at the same time.

My design for her had been stuck in my mind for a while. Her hair curles into near spirals to give her the impression of something otherworldly or ethereal beauty. One side of her hair is longer than the other, a bit of asymmetry there. That's about all the lore I have. (If you notice, she is also my pfp. Actually looking back there are a few features missing...)

Enjoy.

[skysdonut]

The Third is said to have been made from the tatered bodies of the old gods.

Ether

He was the third, but the second. He enjoys the company of the first and the fourth, though favours the fourth. He does not dislike the second, but keeps his distance.

He carries a more humanoid form out of his own free will. He dislikes his real form for its width and overall impracticality, so compressed and wrapped himself to form a body fitting. The lack of legs provides the mobility.

It is unsure what the mockery of wings are for, or the strange rings.

Do not anger him. Unlike the rest he is more prone to violence when threatened. Especially if it involves the fourth.

[skysdonut]

The second forged, through the fires and molten rocks of stars.

Cigil

It is unknown to what the sphere is for. It is potentially the body, or a weapon.

Cigil, the second, and the beautiful. Larger than the first. Enjoys the company of the first and the fourth, but dislikes the company of the third.

Our beautiful Cigil. His favourite.

[skysdonut]

A non fandom Oc

The first, and the last. The strongest, but the smallest.

Aetheous

Please be friends :(

He means well.

[skysdonut]

Attack on Titan Oc (Fae) 2

A quick sketch I did of her.

《Attack on titan & oc》

《Eren and Fae. A short story featuring my half-assed writing and my ugly-ass sketch》

《Enjoy》

He doesn't get it.

The calmness, the weird air of serenity that occupies her space. The blankness in her eyes snd the fixation of a child. One may assume that she simply may have gone through something, but he recognises that look the same way he recognises his own, and she doesn't have it.

The way she smelled flowers, gaze at animals so fondly and find something hew to ramble about- he doesn't get it. What's so interesting about a flower, anyways? Or ants? It's not like they hold the faith of humanity in their hands, or a plan to beat the titans. What's so damn captivating about something so miniscule as an ant?

Laden with curiosity and a sprinkle of annoyance, he gazed out into the distance as he spotted the familiar head looked around briefly then cut into the forest. The moon peaked out of the heavy clouds, graced the fields with its light. Though dull, it was enough to encourage Eren to rip the blanket off him, and find his shoes.

The journey from the room to the outside was troubling, a hefty nerve wracking trip that left him shivering out into the cold. He pulled on his jacket tighter, but found that it made no difference against the chilling winds. He jogged into the forest entry, following a path he presumed her to have taken. He noted the broken twigs the slight dents of footsteps.

How she managed to walk through here without a latern never ceased to amaze him. He find himself tripping over roots, making deeper holes with every rough landing. Nature was cruel to him, for the next second, he ran directly into a spider's web. What started as a frantic hand wavement to remove the spider's silk quickly became a mindless spinning and clawing.

Once more, he tripped.

There came a silence that stretched for miles, consumed him and left him in a stupor as he wiped off the silk. Why was he here, again?

"Spider's are hard workers, and you just destroyed that one's purpose,"

He kicked off the ground, flipped over and bot on his hands and knees to gaze at the girl a couple of feet away. She sat on the edge of a cliff, dangling her feet over as she swayed slightly.

"Atleast you didn't kill it, though. It can try again,"

She looked back at him, her blank eyes meeting his lively hues of foliage green. There came another silence, this one daunting and almost mocking. When she turned away from him, that silence became loud and awkward, suffocating.

Eren pushed himself to his feet, wiping the dirt off his pants as he muttered, "What are you doing here?"

She hummed, "This place is nice. It's calming, pretty, lonely. It's a nice place to be in," She spoke softly, voice lifting in tone just a bit with every word.

"Very nice..." She trailed off.

Eren bit the inside of his cheek, "Why are you like that?"

She didn't respond as quickly as he would like her to. Rather distracted by something in the far distance.

"Why are you so damn-" He couldn't find the right word, tongue twisting.

She swayed, "I like this place, it's comforting,"

"No I mean-" He stopped himself in near frustration, watching her draw shapes into the dirt with her finger.

"Why do you act like that? Act like things are so perfect and happy?"

He recalled how she gushed (quite monotonously) about the training to Jean, fabricated it as if it was a fairy tale. She spoke with such vehemence for the training, that some people couldn't help but stare as if she was crazy. The way she used her Odm gear with less care as though playing with a toy, the way she cheered with each titan dummy even after so long. She persisted.

"It's nice. It's like finding a muffin in your pocket, it males you happy, and of course you want it to stay that way," She spoke, turning to look back at him once more.

"I want to enjoy the muffin, not throw it away,"

"Yesh but this is not some happy fantasy. We're here to be soldiers- to fight titans for humanity. You're here cus it's fun,"

She stayed silent for a bit, and Eren saw that as a win.

"You're wrong," She replied simply. "I'm here to be a soldier, just like you and Jean. But I want to enjoy it..." The look on Eren's face was the main telltale sign to his confusion, so she continued a bit more slowly, "Someone may decide to not have a muffin, but if they throw it away all the time, they'll find that it doesn't make their life any better,"

He doesn't get it.

"It's important to have a muffin every once in a while, or else it'll kill you. Muffins are the pinnacle of happiness"

She tilted her head as she stared at Eren's perplexed face. "You should try a muffin- I like the banana ones. I have one in my pocket-"

She dug her hand into the pocket of her long skirt, plucked out a perfectly intact muffin. He wasn't sure who was crazier, him for talking to her, or her having a muffin in her pocket.

But who was he to deny it?

He plucked it from her hand, bit into it despite its origins. He wasn't sure what drove him to do that, just a while ago, he hated her for her carefree attitude. But biting into it, he felt a warmth in his chest, felt fulfilled. It wasn't the biggest muffin, but it made a smile grow on his lips.

"Someimes, people need to relax... you can relax with me. I like to stare at the lake, it washes away duties,"

A quiet voice in his head told him to accept it. Accept this is a new routine. He didn't want to, not at all. If anything, he wants to to back to bed before anyone can realise he's gone.

But the look of contempt in Fae's softened eyes bribed him into taking that offer.

Just this once.

[skysdonut]

Might delete this later

Attack on titan Oc(portrait)

Fae (not last name as yet)

A farm girl turned soldier. At the moment, she only has one friend, that being Jean since she grew up with him (grew up as in being playmates.) She's soft spoken, often times preferring to simply stay quiet and listen. Her appearance seemed off to some people, having bright eyes yet a blank expression on her face.

It was considered creepy by few, cute by some.

She lacked facial expressions, and lacked the ability to identify them in other people, often expressing her sadness/anger in a blank stare. It's hard to know what she's feeling, but Jean had mastered that art.

She finds enjoyment in small things, bugs, trees, birds and environments, often times pulled I to a fixation whenever something moves in her peripheral vision. Very attentive, sees alot while nothing at the same time. She's constantly fretting over every fixation to Jean, showing whatever is in her hands or in the distance.

"Look look, that's a ferret. I've never seen on up close before, they look like a wiggly stick... very long..."

Says the most pointless things to ever grace the ears, but Jean is all up for it for 2 reasons: 1, she's his friend and he cares for her. 2, her ramblings are interesting.

Despite this, some (1 person) sees her constant fixation as an obstacle, a telltale sign to her comfort with living in a cage. He detested her carefree airhead ways, often times wondering 'How can someone find enjoyment in stupid things?'

But this is not about him.

With lacking emotional awareness, she also lacked a sense of danger, often times masking horrible events with a veil. It had started smile, seeing a dead animal and brushing it off too "It's just blood. They'll get up soon" to eventually pushing events to the subconscious and regressing to a mindset before titans.

Delusional to an extent, handles betrayal and heart break poorly. Lies to herself to ease the pain.

Her blank expressions remains that, but there's visible exhaustion in her wide eyes.

She fixates on the minor things once more. She enjoys her alone time, but also enjoys times with Jean.

However, people often assume that she is simply stupid, with the way Jean fret over her. So, in their attempt to be more like Jean, mimics him poorly.

A great difference is that Jean speaks to Fae in a calming understanding manner, sympathising with her often and briefly explaining things to her so she can get an idea. He understands that she lacks certain awarenesses, but sees her in no different light.

The others speaks to her as if she's 5, needing her hand held and taught right or wrong. Needing to learn how to operate as a human being.

Their unintentional mocking of her awareness and intelligence drove her to work harder to be a better soldier. She was going to be a soldier. She is a soldier.