His name IS Protagonist, all of the characters are named after character roles.
Hoping to talk about my characters more for the webtoon I wanna make about them!
He is the main character in every story ever. They go into the book, pick a story anywhere, anytime and fulfill thet role. When i say story, I mean any kind of story. One from a book, one from an animated show, one from a live action, a movie, play, fanfiction, Anything!
They all have a specialized symbol, and they all have a favorite color. Protag's is purple.
their blood is also their favorite color.
The main idea of this comic is its meant to be easy to draw, so it's all simple designs and colors.
(I was trying to show nat how to write proper poems, but it devolved into me being a simp again. Love you by the way)
Roses are red like my heart
My heart that you make beat
My pulse will rise endlessly
And my face is struck with heat
If in your head is where I live
then in there I make a home
For to understand your mind
Is my only hope
I want to know your thoughts and fears
Your worries about the future
I want to know your daydreams
Your heart I want to conquer
Everything and more I want to know
Everything and more I want to be told
Loving me like the sun can't be
Because the sun is what you are to me
/don't respond with another poem I beg. rhyming is so hard💔/
This is a prequel to A Signature and a Ring.
@karrot-cake
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It was a relatively relaxing day for Mikey and his boyfriend. He had spent the day cleaning and Dusty got out of class early. So now, they were relaxing in bed together.
Mikey was lying on his back, mindlessly listening to the music they had playing in background and playing with his boyfriend's hair. Dusty's curled up next to him, messing with his other hand and bending his fingers.
"What're you doing?" He asked.
"Messin' with your hand." Dusty replied.
Mikey smiled and rolled is eyes playfully. "Yes, thank you, I can see that." He deadpanned. "But why?"
Dusty had been doing this for at least five minutes now, and he could tell there was a weird fixation on his ring finger.
He shrugged. "Dunno. I just like you're hands." Mikey could tell that he was an obviously being purposely vague, but instead of asking he took it as a challenge.
He hummed in response and started thinking. Dusty had never shown interest in his hands until now, not like this anyway. So why was there a sudden obsession with his fingers?
The ring finger had been getting a lot of attention, as he noted before. It was almost like he was measuring it. But for what purpose?
A though flashed through his head and his heart started beating faster. His ring finger. His ring finger on his left hand. Was he.. No! Surely not. It wasn't that Michael wasn't ready, the thought just made him nervous.
What kind of ring would it even be? Was it coming soon? Was it coming at all? Was Dusty really just playing with his fingers? Or maybe-
*CRACK*
"Ow?!?" Mikey pulled his hands away from Dusty in a flash "What was that??"
"I cracked your fingers." His boyfriend replies smiling.
Mikey sighs, and his hand finds it's way back in Dusty's hair. "Weirdo.
This is the story of how Midas and Eloquence died. I plan on making new art for them as well as turning this into it's own mini comic series of at least five parts.
!!DISCLAIMER!!
the following fic includes death, depiction of vomit, blood, and gore.
Another thing to mention, this was back when the twins here human. the both of them are about ten, grew up near nobility but was never apart of it.
Because they're human, they have human names. Here, Eloquence is Florence and Midas is Elias.
happy angsty reading!
@karrot-cake
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It wasn't meant to end up like this. This was just supposed to be a friendly game! Hide and seek in the woods, that's all it was. But now the sun was setting and poor little Florence couldn't find her brother anywhere.
"Elias!" She called. "Elias the moon is rising! We need to be home before mother worries!" But little Elias had wondered too far, he could hardly hear the sound of his sister's voice.
"Florence? I-is that you?" Elias was timid, unlike all the men of his period. Never loud, never cruel, never raised a sword despite it being a duty he was born with.
Elias followed the sound of his sister's voice, and she followed his the moment she could hear it.
"Elias!" Florence yelled when she could finally see him. "Brother dear, you really should learn to yell." They join hands, ready to head back home.
"Father tells me all the same at home. Beckons me to pick up the sword me forged for me." They turn the walk back, but there seems to be an issue. How that dusk has kissed the sky, they haven't a clue where they've come from.
"Goodness, its awfully late now, isn't it?" Florence takes lead to try and find their way. "You can already see the stars."
A wolfs howl can be heard in the distance, and Elias gets closer to his sister. "Yes. It seems the wolves have come to see them as well.."
"Wolves?" Another speaks into the night as if to prove its presence. "We really should hurry back. Come on, Elias!" They start into a light run to try and make it home quicker, but the more the moon rises, the more lost they feel.
The sound of wolves draw near, and they felt their home was getting further.
"Florence.." despite being twins, Elias had to look up to address her. "Florence are we lost?"
Florence never enjoyed lying to her brother, so she rarely ever did so. "I.. It seems so." She looked around for any sign of direction.
Should you ever ask, it was always said that Florence was the braver of the two. And thought she'd never admit it to anyone but her brother, wolves were some of the only things she feared.
They continued to walk, trying carefully not to make a sound as the sound of wolves only got louder.
"Elias.. Elias they sound much closer than they did minute ago.." her hand tightened around her brother's.
In times like these, Elias took it upon himself to try to be the braver of the pair. "I-its alright, Florence! We've got to be close to home, its been nearly an hour since we've tried to find our way back." Now he was taking the lead despite his own worries. "Come on, Florence. We're nearly there."
So they continued on. And on. And on. Until the howls were just behind them and their hope of getting home had all but dried.
Florence turned around, tried to check their tracks to tell if they've gone in circles. But as she did, she found the glow of two beady eyes and the snarl of a beast who hadn't eaten in days.
She gasped and clutched to her brother's arm. "E-e-" Fear had taken her words. It took her words, her ears and her ability to move, for she could hear the muffled voice of her brother, could feel the desperate tugs on her arm, but she moved not.
Her breaths became rapid and tears blurred her vision. The only thing she could make out was the wolf drawing closer, and its packing coming to surround them.
Elias held his sister close. As he shouted at the wolves to get back. He himself held back tears, but he couldn't be crying. No, not when his sister was this afraid.
"Back! G-Get away!" He tried. He picked up a stick and threw it, but the wolf only chomped it in half as a response.
The wolves drew closer, and Elias had no choice but to let go of his sister to fend them off. He picked up a fallen branch, and as heavy as it was, he swung it around, successfully pushing back the wave of wolves.
But just as he thought they'd have a fighting chance, he heard the shrill scream of his sister.
"Florence!" He screamed, turning around to find two wolves had lunged at her and taken bite from her leg.
Florence fell to the ground as her brother kicked off the wolves. The sight of her wounds made her sick. A gaping, bleeding hole in her leg. She could see the pulsing of her barely alive flesh.
She couldn't help it. She turned away and let whatever was left in her stomach out through her mouth.
Elias fought them off to the best of his ability. But when he saw the state of his sisters wound, he knew all hope was lost.
Tears ran down his face as he dropped to his knees beside his sister. He pulled her to his chest, shielding her as much as he was capable of from the beasts surrounding them.
"I'm sorry." He whispered between stuttering breaths. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to save you. I'm sorry, Florence!"
With the little strength she had, Florence held her brother as tight as she could. She wished she could tell him it was alright, wished she could confess sorrows of her own, but the taste of an iron substance bubbling out her throat cut off her words.
It wasn't long before Elias screamed in pain as the wolves decided to claim their dinner. Still, he held her close. He felt the pain from all over. His legs, his side.. his shoulder at a point. But he never let go.
If this was how he died, he wanted everyone to know he died trying to protect his sister. Even if all they found was rotting bones and decomposing flesh, they'd know he tried to save her.
And that's all he'd ever want.
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1013 words.
omg it feels so good to actually put a story behind this😭
