Hi everyone. I first time use tumber for posting my art 😅
This acc for my OC Fina, her past history and future
Before I start managing this acc, a couple of notes. First English isn’t my first language. I from Ukraine and speak Ukrainian language, and in my art I used my first language. (And that mean I have more mistakes for my English, sorry guys 🥲). Second I’m not good artist. I’m used pose peference for drawing. (mellon_soup thank you so much about free pose peference 😭💖)
Ok, now have a good luck here 🥰
Translation
Age: ???
Sexuality: lesbian
Height: 164 cm; weight: 69 kg
Can remove her wings, dyes her hair purple, loves dresses
I’m not forget you guys! This is my last art which Fina. Yea, more free pleace in art, but not wory) tho is future questionnaire for Ukraine Minecraft SMP server where I onece of admin. And I planing publish here my OC, game screen, story, arts and animation! But before I tell you guys her backstory)
Hi everyone, it’s Autor. The last Saturday I have birthday, and some people painting my OC Fina. (They don’t have tumblr so I can’t say who the authors of those art’s). And last week I’m ill :(, but now I am healthy
Translate text in the first art: Congratulations on your birthday! 20 years old
⚠️TW - A little bit of swearing, translated by DeepL
In fact, we don't remember everything that happened after the fall. Everything seemed like a blur. We associated this period with a white room and eyes that were looking at me. We probably didn't pay attention to what was happening around us at the time, and we didn't want to get into it.
We woke up from this nightmare only when we left the room.
I remember sitting on the couch, wearing a T-shirt that was too big, and in front of me was a mortal cooking spaghetti. That's when I said my first words:
- "We are on Earth."
- "Oh, my God, you can talk?" - she said in a surprised voice, turning round with the pot in her hands. - "I thought you were deaf and dumb. Can you hear me?"
- "Yes."- I answered uncertainly.
Then I think I heard sounds for the first time: boiling water, the gas stove shaking, the lamp crackling, my breathing, and my heart beating. I also realised that I started to see things around me. At that moment, it seemed that the world was loud, as if someone had put a big music speaker to my ear and turned on heavy rock, and the light was bright, as if a strong flashlight was shining in my eyes. Then I covered my ears with my hands, although I didn't know that it was through them that I could hear the sounds, and I closed my eyes.
But then I felt a touch.
- "Are you okay?" a worried, gentle voice asked.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw her. Her brown eyes were looking at me. Her fair skin was slightly sweaty. The sharp tip of her nose. Her hair styled carelessly. Her massive hands, but at the same time very gentle, held mine, letting the sound reach my ears. I will never be able to forget this moment.
- "I'm glad you can hear, I was worried that we wouldn't get along." - She said and sat down on the sofa next to me, -"Do you like spaghetti? I cooked it without even asking you.
- "Spaghetti?" - I asked, unsure.
It was generally difficult for me to understand some of the "sounds", but at the same time I seemed to understand them and could pronounce them.
- "Don't tell me you don't know what spaghetti is?" -I was silent, not knowing what to say. -"Okay, but do you know what pasta is?"
- "No."- I answered uncertainly. - "Are we mortals?"
- "Um, you're asking strange questions, of course we are. There are no immortals on earth. "- she said, looking at me in confusion, - "Unless, of course, the government of the country is hiding the fact of eternal life from us."
- "Government? Countries?"
- "Oh, shit, of course the doctors warned me that you might have amnesia, but not that bad. Let's say you remember what?"
- "We fell because we lost our faith. And the white room with the eyes."
- "You know, that didn't help," - she replied ironically, looking at me with a slightly disappointed look. - "And why do you use 'we' instead of 'I', are you a non-binary person?"
- "Non-binary?"
- Here we go again," - she sighed,- "do you even have a name?"
- "We... we didn't have names..."
- "And who is this "we"?"
- "These others… I was with…"- At that moment, my eyes fell on my hands. "Who am I?" I heard in my head. The world would have gone blank for me again, if not for her hand on my shoulder.
- "You know, you don't have to answer that. "- She said and then stood in front of me. - "You look like you've been in some kind of horrible cult. Ew, fuck. I don't like that."
- "Ew... fuck?"
- "No, no, no! Don't say that again," - she said nervously, waving her arms to form an "x". After that, she breathed a sigh of relief. - "Well, since you didn't have a name, I'll make one up for you... oh, I did! You are now Fina."
- "Fina?"
- "Yes, that was the name of my dog when I was a kid."
- "Dog?"
- "Don't tell me you don't know what a dog is?" she looks at me in surprise when I look down."
- "Sorry..."
- "Hey, I don't know what your life was like before you got to the hospital, but you don't have to apologise for something that's not your fault."
- "But we're annoying you..."- I said with sadness in my voice.
- "First of all, you're not. And secondly, don't call yourself "we", call yourself "I"."
- "Why?"
- "You know, although I haven't talked to many non-binary people, even I understand that when you say 'we', you mean a group of people." - She replied, leaning in front of me, -"Just know that you are an independent person and when you understand that, you will be able to figure out which pronouns are right for you."
- ”But who am I?" - I looked up and saw a sweet smile on her face, and then she got to her feet and held out her hand.
- "For now, you're just Fina"-She said. -"Now let's go eat before the spaghetti gets cold."
⚠️ TW - little blood (art), a reference to God (possibly in a bad way), translated by DeepL
Can God be merciful? Can they even understand this concept? Mortals attribute a lot of things to Him. But the truth is that only ninety-nine can understand Them... Soon ninety-eight.
For what exactly can God send an Angel from "heaven", as mortals have since called it? For jealousy, hatred of Them, and the desire to become a new Creator. This is how the story of the former hundredth Angel, who later nicknamed himself Lucifer, is remembered. However, many Angel point out that Eternity has already passed since this story, and even such powerful creatures as Angels could have replaced or even invented this story. Then what happened to the hundredth?
Thoughts began to impose themselves. The creation of the world. Creation of time. Creation of the soul. Creation of Us... Do We really exist? Does God really exist?
It was for these thoughts that I flew down. Forming my body, feelings, and the pain I felt when I touched the ground.
Translate in the art - Why is it so easy to lose faith in God?
In the original translation, I used a “play on words” (? idk how that translate). This question is like asking two questions. The first is "How can I easily lose faith in God?" and the second is "How can God easily lose faith in me?".
Thank you 4 reading this post and I wish you all a good day 💖
