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burns-art-account · 4 years ago

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Mmm, free time after online school, we love it.

Anyway, I had some thoughts on Ember, so I decided to draw her. I tried to tie the fire aspect more into her design, especially because yellow/red and blue/purple fire contrasts so well.

Backstory, headcanons and thoughts below: warning, somewhat graphic depictions of death and feeling aware of you being a being

Backstory:

I imagined her to be a more reserved, quiet girl from a really small family, meaning her and her parents and some distant family members far away. When still alive she wasn´t really out going and kept to herself, unfortunately keeping her from making friends or crossing somebody´s thoughts for more than a few seconds. She didn´t get bullied, peers were actually rather polite to her. But that´s it. They quickly forgot about her again because nobody really considered her as a friend.

Amber is no one in the public´s eye, just that girl that lives in the old wooden house further in the trees.

For her, it felt like she truly was nobody, like there wasn´t anything resembling a person in her that was worth noticing. It nagged at her, feeling like a shell you feed and take care of so it doesn´t break, but she had no idea why she took care of it. Who she took care of. It was a truly numbing feeling, which didn´t help her feel more like a person she wanted to be. Holidays came, school closed. And it was in this time she tried to “build” herself, an identity people wouldn´t forget after five seconds, someone people wouldn´t ever consider when planing parties or anything. She took guitar lessons ever since she was little, now was the first time she realized she didn´t like the melodies. She didn´t like the soothing, the taking for granted and then forgotten. She came to realise she likes the loud, the unapologetic tones people either hate and shout about, or adore and feel with. Music sticks with people. Amber didn´t like her style of clothes, the colours were muted and the fabric felt like a cage, so she took different paints and scissors and made them hers. And she also didn´t like how plain her face looked, so she bought some eyeliner and tried it a few times. Fifteen tries before she found the style she liked. It surrounded her eyes in black and made them stick out.

She never got to establish herself as a living human being.

Her house burned down with her and her parents in it at night. Somebody tried to make a campfire in the woods near her house and fucked it up. She woke up from the heat, but there was no way she could escape, her doorway was a burning ruin, not letting her escape even if she tried. Jumping out the window wasn´t worth it either, she lived on the second floor, and due to the layout of the land around their house she´d fall a greater height straight into some rods left from construction work in their garden. She couldn´t bring herself to iimpale herself on them, Amber was frozen in a corner awaiting her death.

She saw her limbs burn before the pain and smoke killed her, dying afraid of her demise and regretting life choices.

She was feeling weirdly light, and could feel painful tugging on her arms and legs. Or what was left of them. Her skin being blue and purple only registered after. She tried to grab some of the ruins left from her former home but fell right through them. Suddenly she was awfully aware of her existence, sobering up from her pain and coming to the realisation how she didn´t survive. That the pulsing in her body wasn´t her heart and bloodstream, that the exposed bones from her hand weren´t like the ones from her biology books from school, like the ones before she woke up. That her flesh wasn´t red.

She never saw her parents rise. Didn´t see them looking at their mangled corpses, feeling the same way she did. It´s ironic, she thought, how identical “Amber” sounded to “Ember”. Ember never came back to this place.

Amber was no one in the public´s eye, just that girl that lived in the old wooden house further in the trees before it burned down.

But Ember would make herself known, would make them remember.

Headcanons:

- Ember saw her mangled limbs before she died and unconsciously shaped her body to look like that afterwards. After indulging in what she would´ve liked to do alive, she realised her body changed. Her fiery temperament is shown through her hair, her skin is healed, like she healed from most of her trauma from her death, and the beforehand almost unnoticable freckles shine like embers now. She realises she can change her appearance by “realising” it

- She actually changes her clothes and hair styles quite often, depending on the situation

- When she befriends someone she gets really protective of them, going as far as almost burning down a guy who demanded she hand him his “girlfriend´s” drink the young woman entrusted Ember with.

- She isn´t truly evil or wants anyone to suffer, she causes trouble for attention because she has no idea how to get positive attention as a ghost in this town, especially now that she already caused so much damage

- The trio figures this out at some point after they learn to engage and ask questions first; shoot later or never. They make peace and help her deal with her obsession in a safer way. Her and Sam actually become good friends, cause many of their likes overlap in one way or another

- Ember herself isn´t afraid of fire anymore, she learned to embrace it and it doesn´t have to hurt her. But she hates seeing the alive, especially kids and teenagers, close to open fires

- Since Danny doesn´t like being a ghost at first, rejecting that side of him every chance he gets before he finally came to accept himself, he never realised that his physical appearance was tied to his own perception of himself. Ember helps him with that and encourages him to take some freedom with it, he has a secret identity after all

- Ember and Val aren´t best friends, but they respect each other. Ember respects Val enough to keep away from her while she is at work and school when she´s around. Valerie respects Ember enough to leave her alone when she finds her singing to an audience

- Despite having a music taste which contains alot of swearing, she herself doesn´t swear all too much, actually reserving it for snapping moments because “going off” helps her release steam

- While Danny is cold to touch, especially while emotional, Ember has a high temperature that gets even hotter while emotional, like standing to close to a fire

- While alot of her attacks are based on music and sound, many are based on fire, some even using both. One being a soundwave that, although, not as strong as Danny´s ghostly wail, burns whatever it hits, which can and will result in big fires consuming whole places

- Her physical form is based on her perception of herself, which involves a lot of emotions, but the fire she creates and causes, no matter how far away she is, will change colour based on how deeply she feels at the moment. Yellow and red are the beginning of the spectrum, blue and purple the end

- She likes to continue being a teenager, buying herself a phone and, with the help of technus, getting it to work normally

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lethe-distillery-blog · 6 years ago

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Revelations Part Two

I collapsed by the time I got home. Oh gods everything ached, really, if I hurt this much why the hell wasn't I dead already? I groaned in a sort of twisted relief, my boots falling to the floor with offset thuds, first one and then the other. My tail worked it's way out from under me to sway slowly and my horns finally came in and allowed me to finally feel like I wasn't leaning back constantly to compensate for the missing weight of them. It was heavenly. This feeling of relaxing, and I hadn't even taken my bra off.

A giggle invaded a rather glorious stretch, my back even cracked a couple of times. I opened a single eye to bless the presence with an acknowledgment of her existence. The human version of my roommate, dressed in a Starbucks barista outfit stood in the doorway. "Please don't tell me I don't do that when I get home." Her wry smile was knowing. Bianca, being a half sloth demon, for nothing else could ever be content being that lazy and sleep for thirty-six hours and still wake up tired, knew that she was in fact likely worse. Still though, she was quiet, neat, and had few friends. My ideal roomie.

I flipped her off and she blew me a kiss in return. "Don't you have something better to do?" I sighed exaggerating my tiredness, even adding a fake yawn for good measure.

Bianca wasn't fooled, "Besides annoying you? Not really, don't even get to sleep for another six hours." The way that she said this made it sound like it was the end of the world that she couldn't just sleep all day and be paid for it. Actually, NASA had put out that job posting, maybe I'd look it up for her. "Actually," she pursed her lips in thought before letting out her own sigh, "I can't even do that, I said that I'd go out for some drinks." That was big news for a creature like her actually, I opened the other eye to look at her properly. "Would you," she always seemed shy when she asked me this and I knew what was coming, "would you like to come with us?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it. My usual excuses running through my thoughts. No thanks. I just have too much homework. I am too tired. My favorite show is on. Pick any of those excuses and I'm sure I'd used it a half dozen times in polite avoidance of going out and socializing. Anything but the truth of not really knowing how to and the constant fear of being an embarrassment. Something about growing up alone and in a world most others couldn't imagine did nothing for developing social skills. Funny that.

I made the mistake of looking up into her eyes, big watery blue things that always looked too tired and a little sad. I looked to my binder of homework, if I worked at it now I should be able to finish my Ancient Scotland essay that was due for Tigg Eden tomorrow. It wasn't that I couldn't make the time. You know what, fuck it. "Sure."

Bianca looked at me for a long moment. Slowly, comprehension dawned and I held back a smile at the look of sheer joy that covered her features. I had gone out a few times, and for some reason, she always took it as a personal victory whenever I gave in enough to let her drag me places. "Really?" I nodded, my smile genuine at the massive grin that lazily slid onto her serene features. "Great!" She hesitated, "Did you want to pick me up from work, and I'll give you directions?"

I could have laughed, but I didn't. I was just pleased to see Bianca so happy, I wouldn't make her uncomfortable over a lack of foresight. "Sure," I actually felt almost excited about the adventure. "You get done at eight right?" She nodded and almost seemed giddy as I watched her leave the apartment. It felt good to make her so happy, even if I had ten million reasons why I didn't want to go, I knew that it would make her happy. Besides, socializing was never a bad thing, so long as I kept my temper in check and didn't say anything too embarrassing, what could go wrong? I picked up my textbooks, pulled my laptop over and booted up as I found myself a beer, might as well get a head start right?

I had had my reservations pulling up to the club, Bianca too didn't seem too impressed with the idea but I think we were drawing strength from each other. Either that, or I was helping my friend carry out a plan that was hers in the first place. Not that that would really surprise me. Bianca was nearly as antisocial as I, and that took some effort. Twenty minutes later I was lounging at a small table doing my best to look comfortable in a place that smelled of cheap alcohol, sweat, cheap perfume, and even cheaper cologne. I sipped from my bottle and watched the crowd on the dance floor dancing to something that could be liberally titled as music. Personally it could have called it an auditory glitch and I would have known exactly what was being discussed. Still though, Bianca seemed to be loosening up, so I'd suffer for her.

Her friends were a trio, two men and one woman, two seemed to be a couple, or at least together given how much they were draped on each other. They had yet to offer more than pecks but given the heated looks that they kept giving each other I was sure that clothes would be flying, and I didn't think I wanted to be around for that. They were well enough company, she was a demonspawn, the man was human, I wasn't sure if the man knew so this time, I had learned from the last, to keep my mouth shut and not ask her. They had been introduced as Barry and Lisa. Both were polite enough, and I engaged in idle chit-chat about nothing in particular but neither really held my interest.

The second man was a quiet man, I had only barely caught his name. Christian. He didn't seem to talk much, more content to listen, and to watch. His eyes were a vibrant hue of green that seemed to nearly sparkle in the overhead lights though that likely was a trick of the strobe lights. He looked as out of place as I felt. A tall frame that was covered by a more relaxed business attire. Black slacks, black patent leather shoes, and a crisp white shirt which was open at the collar, and a black leather jacket that was currently draped over the back of his chair. He seemed like he would be at home in a corporate office, yet he didn't give off any of those vibes that most businessmen surrounded themselves with. Holier than thou, look at the figures in my bank account baby, that sort of thing. He did seem uncomfortable though, only spoke when spoken to, kept his back to the wall, and watched everything and everyone carefully. "Uncomfortable?" I asked politely looking at him from my angle, Bianca had decided to sit next to him, probably to spare the feeling of me sitting next to sit beside someone I didn't know but given that the other three were having their own conversation without us, I felt mildly put out. It wasn't that I was known to be a social creature, but, Christian intrigued me. He nodded, seemed lost in thought for a half moment before jerking his head to the door and pantomimed smoking a cigarette. Sure, what the hell, I didn't smoke but I could use the break.

"Thank fuck," his voice had a rich cadence to it, an accent I couldn't quite recognize though I felt like I should. German maybe? He leaned against a light pole and pulled out a cigarette case flicking it open to reveal cigarillos. Ah, what the hell, you only lived once. I took one and he smiled as he lifted his own to his lips pulling out a lighter and indicated me to come forward. Frowning I did so and he lit both of our smokes with a single flick of his thumb. "Tis good luck." I rolled my eyes and watched him take a long savoring inhale, trying to understand why I was so intrigued by this man. He rolled the smoke around in his mouth before he exhaled it into a ring. Show off.

I laughed, "I'm not that talented," I took my own inhale, savoring the rich complex flavors before suddenly. I burst out coughing, hacking more like, I felt like I was dying. I felt a hard smack on my back and the feeling of being choked cleared.

"You haven't smoked one before?" I didn't really want to embarrass myself further but my nearly dying in front of this sexy thing had certainly put a dent in the ego. he smiled, it was understanding. "Just inhale into your mouth." He tried showing me what he meant and I nodded my understanding, though my head spun in a way that made me feel like I was drunk or something, and all I had were two rum and coke, oh, and the beer from before I had picked up Bianca. There was no way I should be this drunk. "Here, lean against the pole, your head is likely spinning." I stumbled as I moved and he caught me. He was surprisingly solid beneath his outfit, and he smelled incredible. Like cinnamon, clove, and spices. I wanted to bury my face into him and breathe in. What the hell? He pulled away, shame, "It is the nicotine, the high that that gives you is a headache-inducing nightmare, but I think you should be alright, you only did a small inhale." I was grateful for his assistance, even if it did make me feel like an imbecile.

I took another drag, a slow hesitant one and only inhaling the smoke into my mouth, it burned, but the tastes were of spices and whiskey, most pleasant, with no real burnt taste, just the heat of breathing in embers. After a few more in comfortable silence, I could feel the headache die away to a dull throb, though that might have been the music, I wasn't sure. Every time the doors opened it turned from a dull thrum that was more felt than heard to something obnoxious and made me feel like I was going to get knocked over by soundwaves. How did people enjoy this garbage? I looked to my cohort and saw the same wince cross his features, apparently, I wasn't alone. "Not much for clubs?"

He shook his head and exhaled a plume of sweet-smelling fog, "Not really, too loud, too many people." I raised an eyebrow and he smirked at me and I fought the fluttering in my chest at the devilish look that flashed in his features. "Socially stunted at a young age and never really recovered."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Me too. Getting out is hard, and this music is likely going to give me a hangover before any amount of their watered down drinks will."

His laugh was a brief wash of pure pleasure, "Noticed that too did you? And my gin and tonic I think is vodka and carbonated water that was passed by a pine-scented air freshener." I laughed at his dry tone and noticed that he smiled too. It felt good to laugh, especially after being so concerned of fucking up in front of a crowd. Here, I had already made a fool of myself so what more did I have to lose? "Though I am pretty sure my head will not forgive me in the morning with that speaker that keeps on making my teeth rattle." I laughed more, easy and relaxed in his presence, and I did notice, that no, it was not the strobe lights playing tricks in his eyes.

We stayed outside, passing time between our inhales with easy talking, I had learned that he had come across the pond, I'm assuming he meant the ocean, about eight years ago. He hadn't said where he was from but since I was evasive about my formative years I didn't press for details. We talked about my interests in archeology and early religions and his interests in engineering. Soon that shifted to Roman aqueduct systems and my explaining how they were vital for Rome being as large as it was able to get and him telling me how they were built and how precise they needed to be. I glanced at my watch and couldn't believe it. "You know we've been out here for more than an hour?" He frowned and I twisted to show him my wrist. "Look."

He looked from my watch to me, to the building and then back to me. "I don't really feel like going back inside. I'm rather enjoying being out here, talking with you." And there were those flutters again, what the shit? I was right there with him, even without our drinks, I was content out here in the mild weather, my own leather jacket blocked out the playful breeze that had picked up and honestly, I was enjoying my time with Christian, more than I would have thought possible.

"Should we?" I saw him hesitate and shrug a shoulder. I didn't really want to but suddenly a thought came to me. "We could go to my place." What the fuck was I talking about? Sure, I wasn't a virgin but I had never brought a guy home, especially one that looked this good, or that I had any interest in doing anything more than satisfying a base instinct. Not to mention I had met him what? A few hours ago. Still though, it felt right. I saw his eyes flare, and knew I wasn't alone in my thoughts.

"Are you sure you feel comfortable with that?" Not really, but the fact he stopped to ask made my idea a lot more concrete, he wasn't the playboy type either, that was nice.

"Sure, we could watch some movies, I am sure that they will be a lot better than what's going on here."

He held the door open for me as we went back to the club and he had to lean close to be heard, I shuddered at the feel of his breath on my skin and the words he spoke. "I don't know, looked like we might get a decent show with Lisa and Barry." I swatted at him and felt him laugh as we walked back to where the others were sitting.

"We're going to go back to our place," I told Bianca, she raised both eyebrows but I smiled reassuringly, I was well aware of myself and my faculties, I wasn't being taken anywhere against my will. "You have enough for a cab?" She dug through her purse before nodding and looking from me to Christian before giving me a thumbs up. I smiled shaking my head and letting my roommate draw her own conclusions as Christian led the way out. I hadn't noticed but he stood easily half a head taller than me, six five maybe, but given that I was six foot one, I hadn't noticed that he practically dwarfed everyone around us. He really was larger than life. Actually, I wasn't sure he'd fit in my Mazda now that I thought about it.

Outside he looked to my little red sports car and smirked, "I don't think this clown will be fitting." I flushed, "Why don't you drive yours home and I'll bring mine?" It seemed, informal, but both of us had divulged that we weren't particularly normal so I nodded. "Phone?" I frowned and pulled it out looking at him funny before it dawned on me. I unlocked it and handed it to him. he quickly typed in his information before handing it back to me. "In case I get lost and you need to get a hold of me to keep me out of trouble." He winked before going off to a massive Mercedes-Benz truck thing. Kreischen Shadenfreude, well, wasn't that a mouthful. I tucked my phone into the cradle in the car and pulled out slowly, thankfully it wasn't closing time so it was easy enough for Kreischen to follow me.

I want to say that we went to my place and he helped me with my ancient civilizations essay, or that we watched old cheesy movies while curled up on the couch with a couple drinks between us. But no. Something came over me and we barely managed to get in the door before clothes started flying. He pressed me into the wall, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. It was so titillating being manhandled given my size compared to any other man. He treated me both as if I was incredibly precious and yet handled me with the rough passion of a man needing a woman. It was maddening.

"I barely kept my hands to myself all night," his voice was rough in my ear, hard and as desperate as we both were. "I just needed to touch you." I knew the feeling as I slid against him as best as I could, hot, wet, and needing him with everything in me. This was madness, utter and complete madness; and I couldn't stop. My shirt went flying off into a corner, my bra was next. His mouth found my puckered nipple and I moaned, crushing his head to my breast. It felt so damn good. For a human he knew his way around, we made it to the bedroom, barely, and he pushed me onto the bed. I felt like prey.

His green eyes practically glowed in the dim street lamps outside, the way he watched me had me all kinds of needy. I wiggled out of my pants and spread my legs for him, giving him plenty to see as I slid my lace panties aside. "I thought you wanted to touch me." I taunted him, sliding my fingers over my slit for him, Christ I was so wet already. I barely saw him move.

His hand wrapped around my throat, not hard, but enough to get my attention as I looked up at him. He kept watching me, hungry eyes flitting over every detail. "I didn't tell you to stop." Well, wow. I could feel my whole body react to the gruffness in his voice, to the hard rod of desire I felt pressed to my belly. I kept toying with myself, one hand rising to my breast and toying with the nipple as I slide two fingers inside. Oh, fuck. I shuddered at my own ministrations, whimpering at the way he watched me like some predator. It took everything to keep my demon attributes at bay but I managed. I managed even as the pleasure was mind blowing, as I felt my climax coming faster and faster, washing around me like crashing waves before I finally let go and released. My climax came out in a white-hot surging scream as my back arched and I felt my pleasure soak my hand and the bed. Holy shit, holy fucking shit.

I looked up and there he was above me, fully naked, aroused pole of man-flesh fully exposed and glistening pre at the tip. His voice was a sinful intoxication in my ear. "Good girl." I shuddered, my body relishing that response, my whole being thrumming like a well-struck tuning fork. It was insane. He slid into my wet and waiting body and I felt my whole body stretch to accommodate him. His entire being surrounding me, filling me, overwhelming me in the best ways. "You feel, so incredible." His voice was a distant murmur as pleasure clouded me in a dense fog. In and out he thrust, harder, hips gyrating into my in powerful rhythmic thrusts. My whole body lurched with each.

"Oh Kreischen," his name flowed off my lips easily, a sacred prayer as he thrust into me again and again, his massive hand taking my wrists and positioning them above my head as he kept going. my head spun, my body tingled, my magiks going haywire as pleasure surged through me in ways I had never known before, in ways that made me feel like I might, in fact, be going mad. "Oh fuck baby, yes, that's it, just, like that." Each word was enunciated by a shuddering moan.

I came in a blinding shower of sparks and awe, my entire body reacting as I screamed out for him. I came, hard, fast, and wild. I struggled to breathe, lying there, not seeing much as the world swam out of focus, that was incredible. I moved slowly, body already starting to ache in the most delicious ways. I found the solid heavy bulk of him and crawled myself over him and laid my head down, listening to the erratic beat of his heart beneath my cheek. "That," his voice rumbled beneath me, "was incredible." I agreed but had no energy to speak. The last thing I saw, was the glimmering green of his eyes, and then everything faded into a comfortable blackness.

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