(image description: a six panel doodle comic of my oc Morianten and his family. Morianten is a humanoid man with wings, and soft feathers all over his body. At the start, he is sleeping hunched over under folded wings, while a tiny baby with stubby wings crawls towards him. He wakes up and says "oh, hi." as the baby snuggles into his arms. Then, a toddler crawls in to join the baby. Morianten lifts his arm to accommodate her, smiling softly and saying "ha, you too Brynzli?". After this, a black dog with tall ears and blank white eyes cuddles under one of his wings, looking very pleased to join in. Morianten gives it a stern look, saying "you don't even need sleep." In the final two panels, Morianten's wife arrives, looking down at the cuddle pile with an "aww". Morianten looks to her and asks "Ev, help." but in the very last panel she is also curled up under his wing, on the opposite side of the dog. With his whole family now snoozing under his feathers, morianten looks mildly annoyed. end description.)
when you're covered in soft warm feathers, you end up being the famliy's favorite nap spot, and you just have to accept that this is your life now.
(Image description: a page of pencil sketches depicting a man with bird-like wings. At the top of the page, he is drawn flapping his wings hard, scattering feathers, including a pair of long tail feathers. Next to this, he is drawn standing with a pile of feathers around his feet, hands on his hips and smiling in satisfaction. At the bottom of the page, he is waiting at a market stand with his hands folded on the counter. Above him, a sign reads "free feathers" and below is another sign reading "limited stock". The two long tail feathers hang off the top sign, and there are several baskets on and around the the stand. They are labeled, "blue", "green", "gold", and "flight feathers". End description.)
Just a quick doodle of what my protagonist oc does with all his feathers when he molts. The spring molt is all normal feathers, but the autumn molt includes his fancy courting plumage. The two long tail feathers and the soft gold back fan feathers are very popular with his local community. As a result of having him in town, pretty much everyone owns a few accessories and/or decorations made with his feathers. Any feathers not claimed by other people are shoved into pillows or scattered in the forest because they're biodegradable.
Some sketchbook art cuz I haven't posted art in a while. My oc Mori, his wife Evelyn, and their now 2 children cuz I added a new one lol.
(Image description: a pencil drawing of a small family taking a nap. Still awake, a man with feathered wings and lot of fluffy body feathers smiles softly and curls his wings around the nap pile. Leaning on his shoulder, a gnomish woman, sleeping while she holds his arm. By her curled knees, a small girl who is half elf and half dwarf, napping in an uncomfortable looking position between her adoptive parents. And in the man's lap, nestled against his soft belly feathers, a translucent egg that appears to have a developing baby inside. End description.)
This is Mori, his wife Evelyn, their adopted daughter Brynzli, and an unhatched egg baby without a name. (Darned egg baby threw my plot off its groove cuz I asked myself why they couldn't have gotten it already during my WIP book 1, and the answer is "well, I guess there isn't a reason, except that I had A Plot Plan" so here I am now, reworking the plot because this egg baby interrupted it)
(Image description: a sketched comic of the same family. Brynzli, a toddler, sits in front of her baby sibling as they hatch from a soft translucent egg. She makes a noise at the baby, and it makes a louder noise back, then a longer loud noise as it shoves the egg membrane out of the way and fully emerges. Like a baby bird, it looks wet and Scrungly with closed eyes and messy baby feathers. It also has a single large tooth like a small beak. Brynzli looks surprised and a little confused. She then looks up at her adoptive parents and declares: "They're a ugly baby." Evelyn stifles a laugh and Mori is startled by his daughter's bold statement. He replies, "well, that's a bit rude." And Brynzli explains, "I love them though." To which Mori just says, "okay." End description.)
Baby birds are some of the ugliest little things and I adore them and I will never stop trying to make this baby bird child look like a horrid little beast. They're going to be a scrungly little creature for at least a few months before those feathers turn fluffy and they open their big adorable baby eyes.
Anyway, who knows when I might finally have enough story written to actually do something with it lol. I'll get there eventually.
(Image description: a loosely sketched pencil drawing of a feathery bird-like man holding a gnomish women's hand as she kisses his cheek. His wings are framing the two of them and they both look very happy. There is. a tiny heart over their heads and the words "happy new year 2023" below them. End description)
First art of the new year! Made while in the car, so forgive the quality lol
(Image description: an inked sketchbook drawing of an orc and a smaller person with feathery wings. The orc, K'arik, is crouching down to keep his sign language closer to the eye level of his bird-like friend Mori. Mori is happily watching K'arik sign, hands poised to reply. They are both wearing draped cloth with geometric designs, shirtless with skirts to handle hot weather. End description.)
Don't try to read meaning into the way I've posed the hands, I didn't use a reference and I dont actually know what they're talking about here. It might be kinda cool to make a fictional sign language for my story, if only just so I can describe K'arik's sign language better because he is a rather important friend to Mori and therefore comes up a lot. But it's hard enough to make a written conlang >.>
i dont post my story stuff very often so i'm gonna start doing little character intro posts. First up obviously is my protagonist, Morianten.
(image description: colored digital art of a male humanoid character, titled "Morianten Loryck, Death's Apprentice". There is a full body profile and a face profile. He has light brown skin and golden brown eyes, with feathery dark green hair. His whole body is covered in feathers with some areas of exposed skin on his face, arms, and legs. The backs of his wings and tail are dark green with ivory stripes while the undersides are light blue with black stripes. He also has two very long dark green feathers on his tail and a fan of soft golden feathers on his back. His nose is divided towards the tip by a scar over the middle of his face, and he has a vestigial beak tooth protruding from the front of his mouth. He is wearing a simple purple dress with a halter top and open back. There is also a subtle circle patterned tattoo on his forehead. end description)
Character Profile: Morianten Loryck, Mori for short
Mori is 4'6", loves to dance, and studies archaeology. He is married to a gnomish trans woman named Evelyn. His parents adopted him after he was found and rescued as a child, nearly killed in a hurricane that destroyed the village he was born in. Most of his early childhood is a mystery, even to him, but he knows it was a traumatic one. Traumatic enough to make him develop dissociative identity disorder, which he has been able to cope with through the help of therapy. He has five siblings, only one of whom was born into the family.
Mori's character arc begins before the story, when Death approaches him and offers him an apprenticeship, having their own personal reasons for choosing him. This internal conflict of whether or not to accept the offer is only an Act 1 conflict, so I'm not really worried about spoiling it. The story actually opens on Mori attending his best friend's grandfather's funeral. His best friend is K'arik, a deaf orc he also dances with. And the current working title of the story is Memento Mori, so I'm really not being subtle with the Death Themes.
The true conflict of the main plot is centered on Mori's struggles to become a more confident and decisive character, as well as the consequences he has to deal with from taking on this new role as Death's Apprentice.
(image description: a comparison of art from 2014 and now, 2022, showing how the design of my protagonist Mori has changed. The original 2014 pencil sketches show a small elf boy with short black hair. The new colored digital art shows an adult humanoid with feathery wings and tail, as well as feather-like dark green hair that matches the backs of his wings and tail. The inside of his wings are light blue with black stripes. He has a scar across the middle of his face and a protruding vestigial beak tooth. end description.)
well, things sure do change haha. my old style has such short faces. mori went from unimportant elf kid to Feathery Incarnation Of Death who loves his trans wife very much. In 2024, it will be a whole 10 years since i originally made Mori, so hopefully I can get his story all written by then lol. It's coming along. It's a messy rough draft in progress, but it is coming along. I keep most of the info about it on my personal discord and don't post about it much anywhere else. Might decide to start posting more about it here too, idk.
Made some very small writing excerpts, just to practice body language and dialogue around consent with my main oc couple. Implied sexual activities outside the actual written scenes.
Context: mori is a tropical bird dude, he grows fancy courting feathers in the spring/summer and the hormones that come with this change make his libido kinda go into overdrive. Meanwhile, this libido is virtually gone during the autumn/winter months. His wife Evelyn is a gnome, and also a trans woman. She hasn't done as much medical transition as some of my other trans ocs, because she doesn't want to.
I think that is enough context lol. I'll post the writing under a cut
A handful of brief scenarios to show how these two handle Consent.
Morianten's feathers all stood on end, fluffy and trembling. The gold fan on his back raised and lowered indecisively. He stared hard at his reflection, hands clenched on the bathroom counter.
"Mori?" Evelyn's voice cut through the noise in his head, making him blink and turn to look at her. She leaned against the doorframe, smiling coyly in her favorite set of lingerie. "You done in here? Ready to have a little fun, maybe?" Morianten blushed and bit his lip, pulling his wings in close.
"Oh. Uh, can it wait? I mean, physically, yes, I think I might be in the mood. But mentally and emotionally…" he shook his head and turned back to his reflection. "I think maybe I'm not myself right now?"
"Is there any way I can help?" Evelyn abandoned her sexy pose in the doorframe and stepped forward with concern creasing her brow. Morianten closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I think I better just sleep it off."
"Well, okay." Evelyn chewed on her lip, tucking her hands behind her back. "I'll just go put my regular pajamas on then. Let me know if you need anything, alright?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
—
Morianten sat in bed, reading a book on historical orcish architecture. As he turned a page, Evelyn burst into the room with a huff, dropping her bag and kicking the door closed behind her. Morianten's feathers all puffed up at the loud slam.
"Ev, you alright?" He set his bookmark in place and put the book down on his nightstand. Evelyn knelt on the bed, tossing her coat aside.
"I am annoyed and grumpy," she replied "and I know it's your off-season, but I could really use an orgasm right about now." She fidgeted with the blanket under her hands. "Sorry, I'm just feeling petty about some stupid things that happened and I gotta clear my head." Morianten gave her a sympathetic smile, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Well, that's certainly one way to handle your frustration," he said, reaching over to the nightstand drawer. "How about you calm down and ask me nicely?" He raised an eyebrow as his reaching hand found the resin mouthguard in the drawer. Evelyn sighed and closed her eyes, biting her lip.
"Mori?" She asked in an exaggeratedly sweet voice, then opened her eyes and tried to smile softly. "Could you please be a dear and blow me so good I forget my own name?" Morianten laughed.
"Alright, yeah, get over here." He popped the mouthguard over his sharp beak tooth. Evelyn scooted closer and flopped down onto the pillows.
"Thank you so much," she replied, undoing the clasp of her pants, "you're the absolute best."
"I try."
—
Evelyn set the last folded shirt into her drawer and closed it, sighing with satisfaction.
"There, laundry finished." As she stepped back, a few soft golden feathers brushed over her head, tickling her brow.
"Oh, does that mean you're free for the rest of the evening then?" Morianten asked. Evelyn laughed, reaching up to bat his feathers out of her face.
"Yes, but also no," she replied, turning around to face him. He was standing on his toes, leaning forward with his wings out for balance, making his golden fan drape over his head.
"No?" He frowned and dropped back onto his heels, pulling his wings in.
"I'm just not in the right mood," Evelyn admitted, "I kinda just wanted to relax and practice knitting for a while." She shrugged. Morianten hummed, his fluffed feathers going flat against his body. The gold fan stayed mostly upright though.
"Guess I'll just go take a shower then," he said with a sigh. "Don't worry about any odd noises you hear, alright?" He smirked and bounced on his toes as he walked away. Evelyn snorted and rolled her eyes.
—
Evelyn walked out of the bathroom, scrunching her hair dry with a towel. The tie on her bathrobe was loose, leaving her body half exposed.
"Well, you sure took a while in there," Morianten teased, sitting at the edge of their bed with his feathers all raised. His soft gold fan curled over his head and his two long tail feathers twitched with anticipation. "Hope you weren't having too much fun without me." Evelyn grinned, dropping her hair towel into the laundry hamper nearby.
"Oh, it was so difficult, but I managed to restrain myself," she replied. "Go on then, I can see your toes tapping, show me the cute little dance you've been practicing." She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, letting her bathrobe fall off one shoulder. Morianten clicked his tongue.
"Cute little dance? The proud romantic tradition of my people, a cute little dance?" He scoffed and stood up, half skipping as he walked up to Evelyn and stood high on his toes to lean over her with a poorly restrained grin. His pupils were tiny, revealing the gold shimmer in his warm brown eyes. Evelyn bit back a giggle, playing with the hair that fell down over her chest.
"A cute little dance, which I love to watch?" She batted her lashes. Morianten dropped his heels and gently bumped his forehead against hers, touching their wedding tattoos together.
"Well, fine, since you're asking so nicely." He stepped back and twirled, gold fan and long tail feathers sweeping through the air. The size of their bedroom prevented him from doing anything really showy, but he was still able to do little bouncing dance steps across the floor and flap his wings with every short hop. He made the feathery gold fan on his back shake, catching the light so it almost seemed to glow.
Evelyn walked to the bed and leaned back against the pillows, putting on a facade of indifference as she watched her husband perch on the thick rope that hung from the ceiling nearby. He held himself sideways, leaning his head back to look at her, wings flared and one foot reaching out into the air.
"Cute enough for you?" He asked with a grin. Evelyn propped herself up on her elbow, resting her chin on her fist.
"Hm, I dunno. I think I missed a bit. Could you do it again?" Morianten made an indignant noise, and Evelyn couldn't keep herself from giggling. "Alright, I'm just teasing, come here." She sat up, dropping the bathrobe and reaching out for an embrace. Morianten dropped to the floor and pranced over, taking her in his arms and immediately nibbling at her neck.
"I love you, you know," he murmured against her warm skin.
"I do know," she replied, settling back against the pillows with her fingers brushing through his feathers.
– and that's a wrap –
Apologies to my parents and grandparents who are aware that I've been working on a book but know very few details about it. They know the protagonist is a bird man. They do not know I intend to put sex scenes in the book that make it very canonically clear the bird man enjoys giving head to his trans wife.
I will have to find reasons to make sure my grandparents do not read this book and consequently become disappointed in me lol
