Alsie + Neitha (Sometimes Kree)

OC Blog made about lesbians, and occasionally a murderous maniac (he's great, trust) Based in Aevynfall, a in-progress high fantasy setting Run by @theboredasexual and @kreeative-error

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Intro Post!!

Artist Intros:

@kreeative-error

Hi! I'm Kree, I go by He/Him, and Alsie is my main oc in this universe! In terms of comics, I'm responsible for lineart and character colouring! (At least for now, thats the plan) On my main blog (shameless plug) I also talk about my Avian ocs, Alistair and EJ!

@theboredasexual

Yoyoyo. Because of the above idiot, my nickname on this site is.. technically Borace. But on everything else I go by Internet_Fruit (or variations of that) so my online nickname has thus become Fruit. I'm genderqueer, lesbian, and my pronouns are usually They/them but they do change sometimes. I do the sketches for our comics and artworks, as well as the backgrounds.

The characters:

Alsie!

Art- @kreeative-error

(note: this photo is outdated VERY SLIGHTLY. Just ignore the scars on her face)

Alsie is a Legion Commander in the city of Treaty Hive, Aevynfall's capital. Alsie is incredibly loyal, and thus easily manipulated (especially by the Council of Gods). She has TraumaTM from executing her past girlfriend, along with many, MANY other 'criminals'.

Neitha!

Art - @theboredasexual (Fruit here - yeah the switched the scar LMAO. Neitha has it, Aslie does not. We will update her photo eventually)

Neitha can only be described as an absolute grump who is technically a golden retriever. She rarely smiles, is constantly tired, and if you try to talk to her you will mostly just get snappy sarcastic responses. That said, she is incredibly protective of those who she loves (not that it's many people. Alsie got into that category somehow, and of course so is her remaining dad, but thats about it. Kree could NEVER).

Neitha has worked in her fathers' smithy since she was old enough to read the label on a hammer. She's good, but often gets overworked, especially now that her Pa is dead and her Dad is ill and usually bed-ridden.

Kree!

Art- @kreeative-error

(Btw, he wasn't intentionally named after Kreeative, it was a placeholder name and we got too attachted and now its just there sorry not sorry)

Kree has a tragic af backstory which we will not be sharing yet because it's too important. What you do get to know is that Kree is currently a Legion Commander alongside his friend Alsie Elsbrook. He's been in the position about a year longer than her, and he can't quite relate to her struggle with the Commander duties. Execution's aren't fun but they're not horrible either, right? A little bit powerful, even...

Stuff we post:

#altha : Cute moments with Alsie and Neitha (or any of the other ships we may or may not introduce in the future)

#ank memes : Memes (also with alsie and neitha. and sometimes kree)

#aevynfall : World info about Aevynfall?? Who knows...

#ask : Answers to asks (if we get any)

#ank comic : maybeonedayanactualcomicbutfornowwe'restillplanningthatoutsonopromises

Anything other than comics are technically not canon, or necesserily canon-compliant (unless we state otherwise)

Enjoy!

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SHORT BACKSTORY FOR KREE!!

TWs: Child abuse, Dead animals, Horror, Violence. Please proceed with Caution.

Avonin was not a killer. He never had been. He was the type that told stories of sobbing his eyes out because he’d stepped on a ladybug. But despite this, he found himself with three things:

A knife.

A bloodied hand.

And a corpse.

Something that was almost too much to bear- and so Avonin’s attention drew to the shadows, panning across the corrugated walls, their forms bumping along with the ridges of the steel. Slowly, their movements slurring together, they approached. Until their presence was something that wasn’t confined just to the shadows, but the prickles on the back of his neck, a firm hand on his shoulder. Something he couldn’t deny. It tethered him, whether he wanted to be or not, back to the real world.

“Avonin Silverring.”

He looked up, brown eyes glistening under the candlelight. The figure’s eyes looked back, one eyebrow raised, a blank, unreadable expression. Avonin felt his entire world stop- his heart, his lungs, time itself. Everything hung in the air. He glanced at his brother beside him, brows furrowed with anxiety.

His attention was jolted back to the figure, who raised one hand up, causing Avonin to brace, his body shivering, eyes shut tight, almost as if he could will himself out of existence. But he couldn’t- and so he stood there, knuckles whitening by the second. And then down it came. Something that had happened a thousand times before, yet he was never quite ready for- crashing through the air, a strong hand plummeted towards him.

I knew it- frantic thoughts darted across his mind, none quite reaching the surface, but still swirling, a nonsensical whirlpool between reality and something that wasn’t quite fiction. He’d called this. He’d seen it coming long before it ever happened. He knew this plan would fail, he knew he’d get hurt, he knew his dad would be mad and his brother would hate him, and everything would fall apart and-

 It didn’t hit him.

Instead, it grasped the bloodied corpse in his hands. It dangled from his father’s grip, swaying sickeningly from side to side. Avonin felt his stomach swirl and the taste of bile simmer in the back of his mouth but swallowed quickly. His father’s brow furrowed for a moment, eyes tracing from the bloodied knife to the corpse. Then he threw his head back, letting out a loud, sinister laugh.

“You caught this?” He cackled in disbelief, shoving the furred corpse into Avonin’s face. The smell of blood and rotting flesh clouding his senses.

Avonin recoiled quickly, tightening his grip on the knife.

 “My weak, incompetent, coward of son, killed a full-grown hare? Bullshit.”  

“He did!” Adryn interjected frantically, sending a quick, desperate glance to Avonin. “He did, I swear he did, I saw it! Aren’t you proud? His first kill, dad!”

“Proud?” He laughed; eyes desolate of expression. “Why would I be proud. You were killing deer at half his age, and he’s only now catching up? I’m disappointed, Avonin.” He turned his head to meet Avonin’s eyes, as the young boy felt his heart fall in his chest, ribs clawing at him from the inside out.

Just as Avonin felt his eyes glaze over, and he began to slip into the depths of his mind, once again, his father raised a hand threateningly into the air. But this time, instead of being turned to Avonin, the strike landed across Adryn’s cheek. Yet he stood, unfalteringly, unphased, barely reacting as his father scowled, exiting the room.

Moments like this, moments were Adryn stood with no reaction to his father made Avonin bubble with jealousy. Somehow, despite the pain, despite the hurt, despite being screamed at and put down, Adryn still stood. No reaction. Something Avonin wished he could do. He wished he could stop these stupid fat tears rolling down his small, soft cheeks. He wished he could fight back, shout back, scream. But instead of being strong, and unfaltering, he was a shattered vase. As fragile as glass, when all he wanted was to be like his brother.

The second his mother left behind him, Adryn exploded towards Avonin, grasping his cheeks to turn his head, eyes scanning frantically across his face. Avonin squirmed, pushing out of Adryn’s grip. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He muttered, looking up at his brother, who’s cheek blossomed with a soft red, already swirling with purple and yellow, threatening to surface. “You’re the one who got hit, Adryn.” Avonin stammered, tears welling in his eyes.

 “It doesn’t matter, okay?” Adryn spat, pulling a protesting Avonin back into his embrace. “It wasn’t you this time. He bought it….kind of.”

“You shouldn’t have done that. You could have just said you’d killed it….then we wouldn’t have lied. If he finds out, we’re-“

“No. He won’t find out.”  Adryn countered, eyes drifting from Avonin to the door. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath, before continuing. “All that matters is you’re okay, okay?”  Avonin felt Adryn’s grip tighten on the back of his head, as if he could shield him from everything just passed, and pulled him tighter into his embrace.

Avonin’s eyes danced around the room, tracing the corrugated walls, the loose screws that barely held everything together. He traced a trail of blood along the floor, following it to the hare’s corpse that sat lifelessly on the table. It’s piercing dead eyes stared right at him, sending a chill down his spine. He didn’t like the thought of death- but despite this, his future was filled with many dark things: A new name, a new life, and many, many more corpses.

And so, he set his jaw, shuffling into Adryn’s embrace.

“Okay.”

[questions-about-blorbos]

Would your Blorbo survive watching the person they loved the most die without being able to save them?

Yes

No

Voting ended onSep 12, 2024

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[hyperfixationstheseries]

hey so what happens if this is already canon does your blorbo win an award

[kreeative-error]

honourary @meanwhile-in-aevynfall post from the mod who cannot access it at this very moment.

i will one up this post with her hand was forced and she had to kill that person HERSELF. and was later possessed and almost did it AGAIN to her new love. so yes, she survives. shes not living but shes ALIVE

[gaymattsharp]

when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character

[scottiequeen]

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[ID: Image one is an emoji face smirking and rubbing its hands together villainously. Image two shows tags by @/TheBoookWitch that say, "#love this in fiction #hate when it's my mom". End ID]

[kreeative-error]

another honourary @meanwhile-in-aevynfall post because.

KREEEEEEEE

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Kree here- as you can see. i take my ocs. VERY. seriously.

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Joint effort artwork! @kreeative-error did the gorgeous lineart and coloring and @theboredasexual made the sketch and background :D

(Fruit here: Neitha definitely woke up to the feeling of a very numb arm which lost circulation overnight.)

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(this would probably not actually happen considering they're both asexual but ITS FUNNY OKAY)