#picrew designs

[rr-shattered-memory]

Okay here's a picrew of all the boys and edited for a Thomas!

[sorryiwasasleep]

Meet the Ruiz-Madrigal* Family from my ‘To Fall Apart, To Reunite’ Fic!

Diego Ruiz- 51 years old.

Bruno Madrigal- 50 years old

María Ruiz- 11 years old

Oscar Ruiz- 7 years old (his hair is actually a coppery ginger but the picrew didn’t have that so shhhh, maybe one day when I have funds I’ll actually commission a pic of this fam)

Lupe Ruiz- 2 years old

*the kids don’t use the Madrigal surname because neither does Bruno anymore. He introduced himself as Bruno Rojas when he arrived in his new town. Diego and the kids know the truth, but when adopting them, he and Diego decided they didn’t want to have the kids ALSO using a fake last name. So they don’t use it. *shrug*

I didn’t include one of Lupe because I didn’t know how to design a child on picrew, but she looks like a little Mirabel.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Residences: Batroot, Ratbirch, & Doveflame

Batroot

Aliases / Nicknames: Ratroot, Fluffy neck, Darling

Gender: tom

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Ratbirch (brother), Doveflame (mate), unnamed kits

Other relations: unknown mentor, unknown apprentice

Clan: Thunderclan

Characteristics: revenge, paralyzing victims

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: drowning

Known Victims: Ratbirch

Cause of Death: blunt force trauma

Cautionary Tale: The tale of Ratbirch and Batroot, of two brothers at war with each other, is a lesson of the importance of family, the connection blood creates, and the importance of keeping that connection.

Story:

When the two twins were born, their parents had expected them to become exceptionally close. Why wouldn’t they? All brother-brother, sister-sister, or brother-sister relationships they knew of, including their own, were all healthy. That’s why they had named them Batkit and Ratkit.

Maybe it would have been fine if the century-old elders didn’t keep getting their names mixed together.

From a young age, the brothers felt the need to stand out. The one that their brother was mistaken for, not the other way around. The more recognizable one.

It was Batroot who achieved that. Funnily enough, it was when he wasn’t even trying. When he removed all thoughts of who was better, he was able to focus better on his training, and became an excellent fighter and an even better hunter. Word started to spread that he just might be next in line to be deputy.

He was so used to being the better brother, he would often forget that that had been a goal at all, at least he would when Ratbirch wasn’t picking a fight with him.

And then he met her.

Doveflame.

The beautiful, long-furred Windclan she-cat who he became entranced with the moment he saw her at one gathering. 

They chatted so much, they didn’t realize when the meeting had ended. Batroot couldn’t stop thinking of her, so he got out of his nest and to the stream, where he was surprised to see her already waiting for him.

Their love only grew in spite of being from different Clans, culminating to one new moon night when Doveflame announced that she was pregnant with his kits.

Batroot was ecstatic. Kits! His kits, with the she-cat he loved!

He had to tell someone, so he chose his brother. It’s been seasons since their fights anyways. Ratbirch would have his back.

But the next night, Batroot returned to his and Doveflame’s meeting spot to hear that she had been attacked-- by Ratbirch. To make matters worse, her belly had yet to stop throbbing. 

Batroot openly attacked his brother in the clearing of Thunderclan’s camp. Neither explained why to their Clanmates, but Batroot did silently promise him that if anything happened to Doveflame or his kits, that he would kill Ratbirch.

Ratbirch simply asked if he knew if the kits were even his, because apparently Doveflame was not one to stick to one mate.

Batroot ignored him. He would trust Doveflame over Ratbirch any day. And he believed it when she told him that his two daughters looked exactly like him, and when she told him that neither drew a single breath before the medicine cat stated that they were dead.

Batroot comforted her for as long as he was able, only leaving when she pulled away. He couldn’t stay there forever anyway. He had a promise to keep.

He meant to snap Ratbirch’s neck. He did, but not far enough to kill him. No, it was even better. Whatever he did, it made it so that Ratbirch couldn’t move anything below the neck. 

He could not struggle as Batroot held his head below the lake’s surface, killing and resuscitating him over and over in a crying rage until Ratbirch’s body couldn’t take any more and he failed to return. 

Breathing heavily, Batroot walked back to camp. He would announce his decision to join Windclan. He would be with Doveflame, no longer in secret, every day for the rest of their lives. Maybe one day after they both healed, they’ll have kits again.

But he never made it. In the building storm, heavy rain spilled, creating a mudslide that Batroot slipped into, splitting his head on a now uncovered rock.

Ratbirch

Aliases / Nicknames: Batbirch, Darling, Dung-breather, Kit-killer

Gender: tom

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Birchroot (brother), Doveflame (mate)

Other relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Thunderclan

Characteristics: killing in battle

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: biting, clawing rapidly

Known Victims: Littlesun, Pinefeather, Cloudwhisker, Doveflame

Cause of Death: drowned repeatedly

Cautionary Tale: The tale of Ratbirch and Batroot, of two brothers at war with each other, is a lesson of the importance of family, the connection blood creates, and the importance of keeping that connection.

Story:

It was completely,

utterly,

all-around unfair. HE was the one that tried so hard to not be seen as the one of two brothers. HE was the one that pushed himself every single day to be better.

But Batroot still came out on top. Batroot caught bigger prey, fought more enemies, and even when Ratbirch went out on patrol after patrol, Batroot was still praised as if he was doing it!

His Clanmates didn’t recognize him. But Doveflame did. 

She knew Batroot only from gatherings. She didn’t know how “amazing” he was. She didn’t need to. To her, Ratbirch was the better brother, the brother worth becoming mates with.

But even the stunning she-cat’s attention was not enough. Ratbirch couldn’t see her every day. What he did see? Batroot floating around in the paws of their cheering Clan.

So Ratbirch would be known a different way-- as the fierce warrior that cats were afraid to face in battle. Littlesun and Cloudwhisker were two of the cats he brutally beat, but it would be Pinefeather that would be killed.

He had thought it would feel good, or like nothing. Instead, guilt clenched Ratbirch’s stomach so hard that he threw up, and he vowed never to be so violent again, even in war.

That vow lasted exactly one season. Then Batroot pranced up to him and gave the worst possible news.

Doveflame was pregnant with his brother’s kits. 

The ONE cat he thought he could have to himself! The ONE cat that knew Ratbirch as himself and not someone’s brother. He confronted her, only for her to shrug him off. In his rage, he attacked. It wasn’t long, barely harsh, but had still attacked a queen.

And that’s why when his life finally ended for good, a voice welcomed him into the Place of No Stars.

Doveflame

Aliases / Nicknames: Beautiful, Siren She-cat, Love, Sweetheart, Dear, Honey, Sweetie, Cheater, Two-Timing Pile of Dirt

Gender: she-cat

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Birchroot (mate), Ratbirch (mate), several unnamed mates, unnamed kits

Other relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Windclan

Characteristics: Cheating, abandoning kits

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: jettison

Known Victims: unnamed kits

Cause of Death: killed by her two kits

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Both of her parents were rather attractive. It came to no one’s surprise when the overly-fluffy Dovekit grew into her now elegant silver-white fur. Not only was she beautiful, but she was charming too.

She could easily have countless mates if she wanted, and she did, if for nothing but the thrill and drama of it all. She had one mate from her own Clan (which she would tell the others that it was for appearance only, especially since he was the only one ‘allowed’ to cuddle her at gatherings where her other mates might see them). The other mates came from Riverclan and Thunderclan.

Yes, she supposed she should’ve been more expecting of one day becoming.... expecting. 

Kits were anything but her thing. When Ratbirch--one of her many mates--attacked her, she decided to use it to her advantage. If she told everyone that her belly always hurt throughout the moons of her pregnancy, and that she unintentionally gave birth out on the moor, who would doubt her? 

Neither would they doubt that she had just been so heart-broken that she couldn’t bring herself to see the little bodies anymore, and she buried them herself before the Clan could sit proper vigil. She’s so sorry!

She had them some pounces from the border. She had intended to go further when contractions began to hit, but convincing the medicine cat that she definitely wasn’t having contractions and could definitely go for a nice walk on her own took a lot of her time.

Stars, were they so loud! She carried them far enough across the border that they couldn’t be heard or smelled by patrols, hiding them in a patch of long grass. 

Maybe they would starve, maybe a fox or hawk would have a meal, maybe a Twoleg or loner would find and feed them. Whatever happened, they weren’t her problem anymore.

If you didn’t count all the times she had to pretend to be sad. It wasn’t hard, just tiring. She was Doveflame, the most stunning sight of all. NOT Doveflame, the poor grieving mother.

In time, she returned to that, and was lucky enough to not have another mistake happen. Seasons after her ‘grief’ she fell behind on a border patrol. She scented something odd. Fresh-kill dragged from inside the border to out of it.

Was a loner trying to steal from them?

She followed it, preparing for confrontation. She was not preparing for the cat on the other end of the trail to call her mother, or to be jumped from behind.

Additional Information + Questions For You:

--Somehow I keep managing to make these kit-killer characters worse and worse than before.

--I find it kind of funny that Ratbirch cannot handle killing and ends up in the Dark Forest.

--Designs were based on Disney! I don’t know why Doveflame looks so horrifying though. 

--Doveflame’s personality wasn’t created when the picrew design was made, so the expression doesn’t 100% match.

--You can find a link to the picrew I used on the previous post.

--What do you think happened to the two kits? Rescued by Twolegs? Loners? Something or someone else?

--Bat and Rat were similar names when they were thought to get along. When they became warriors, birch and root was added, most notable ‘root’ being connected to ‘burdock root,’ a plant used to heal rat bites.

--What dynamics do you picture with these three when they’re all in the Dark Forest together?

[urratfather25]

uh

so I've made some designs using picrew character makers (thank you artists) and I've made three so far

this is the first one I made, it's alright, kinda just fumbling around and trying to remember the oldest design of Kara.

Heres the second one I did of them, I like the purple eyes and the red rose but it didn't really resonate with me.

this is the one I like the most, the third one, and I was beginning to grasp her character again and also thinking of some redesign choices here. The super huge hoodie and hat I like, the dark blue hair is alright but I think I would prefer Kara to have minimal color, because I want them to have the violet/purple eyes I think that and the blue hair would be meh, so I think I'm just going to keep Karas og black hair.

While I was thinking about this I looked over to my sketchbooks and saw a the drawing I made of a creature and thought combining the third design with it would be getting me somewhere.

heres the drawing,,

The super long hair that covers her almost completely and the eye peeking through a gap in the hair I love a lot. I think combing this with the purple eyes from the second design and the clothing from the third would look good.

Of course the picrew deigns are thanks the artists creds to them obvi. While I was doing the designing I was also thinking of how I want Kara to be able to travel through the undertale multiverse and be able to interact with the majority of the sans aus I was thinking of a type of teleportation ability. I like the idea of her opening portals to other worlds and just being able to go wherever kinda like ink and error. I want them to be eerie and unsettling for the most part, y'know the thing from omori? like that almost. Im still creating her lore and background stuff, gender and such are unknown but shes a creature. Pronouns for her would be like she/they/it it kinda depends.

I was doing this entirely while listening to animation meme audios and I feel like a giddy little kid in a candy store heheheheheheheeh.....

[hallowsevejunction]