#the three states of being are clearly Papa and Mama and Father and he isn't sure which one he's meant to become

[ibrithir-was-here]

You've drawn Baby Quincey and Adorable Toddler Quincey and Heartthrob Adult Quincey - do you have a design for Obnoxious Teenager Quincey? What does teenage rebellion and self discovery look like when you're a super sheltered vampire in a genuinely loving family? What's his equivalent of "kids on their phones these days"?

Ok! None of these actually did turn out very "rebellious" as such, cuz, well yeah he's really a chill kid in a surprisingly supportive family and for actual sneaking out shenanigans he has regular little secret adventures outside the Castle with Papa 😅, but I did do a few doodles

(His growing out his hair as a teenager was inspired by all my brothers having a long-ish hair phase--and maybe a little bit of experimenting with the very... unique views he has on what would constitute "gender norms" for his upbringing)

I do thing he goes through a light angsty teenage phase which is really less angst and more just... feeling a bit lonely for company of his own age

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[tillyashton]

Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? 

It was the morning after Mayor Cyril White had announced a curfew for the citizens of Fallhaven when Tilly awoke to a loud banging outside her window. Fall had settled over the hills of Drustvar and the polished wood was cold against her bare feet as she padded across the floor to the window. Bracing herself for the chill, she flung the window open.

"Papa, what are you doing up there?" Reaching out into the cold, she braced the ladder as her father continued to hammer a horseshoe above her window.

"Making sure you don't get beguiled by them damned witches," her father bellowed with the final clank of his hammer. "This ought'ta do it!" The heap of a man turned and shouted to the air, "You won't have my daughter, you Dark heathens!"

A violent crimson claimed Tilly's cheeks and, despite the cold, she leaned out of the window to try and reason with her father. "Papa, Corlain is miles away! Papa!" The louder she plead with him to shut up or to see reason, the louder he screamed to the mists. She was embarrassed and the state of hysteria that had made its way into Drustvar was making her scared.

With a huff, she turned and made her way to the kitchen to find her mother. The scent of cinnamon lingered above the stove and comforted her briefly. "Father has gone... clearly mad, mama! I have to go stop him." Stopping by the door, Tilly blinked at the blank spot on the floor. "Mama, where are my shoes?"

The thin woman finally whirled from the stove to look at her daughter. "I put them in the bean cupboard, dear! Concealed shoes will repel the witches. And, before you head out, dear, take this with you and try and see if you can retrieve some urine from that Brasher girl. Once you do that, hide the bottle in your shirt, between your bosom, to keep the urine warm. It will be hard for them witches to make water, and in their agony, they will confess to their wickedness."

In the wake of her mother's movements, the needles clinked against the confines of the tiny trinket bottle. "The bean cupboard..." The lack of logic practically made Tilly's head explode. "THAT Brasher girl? She has a name, you know? Evie is my friend! She isn't a witch! Just because you and Papa hate the Brashers doesn't mean I have to hate them too. Have you gone mad too, mama?"

Just then, Tilly felt three violent clouts to her right ear. Gordon Ashton had finally come back inside to disciple his daughter and Brenda turned back towards the stove to avert her eyes from the violence.

"You and that Brasher girl have been nothing but trouble," Gordon bellowed just as loud as he had while shouting at the mist in the woods. In the silence between her and her father, Gordon raised the leather-bound Fallhaven Codex above his head again. With the threat of being stricken again, Tilly knelt and held her hands above her to shield her head. "I REPENT," she screamed. "I'll... I'll do as you bid and I'm sorry for talking back."

She felt ridiculous in her compliance, but at least she wouldn't receive any more clouts to the ear.

Tilly was surprised with herself. To have recalled an event that took place nearly a decade ago took effort when all she had wanted to do was sit on her patio and enjoy the ship bells. So much had happened since then.

It was time to ready for her shift at the Slaughtered Lamb and so, she treaded back inside after smiling over to the silver horseshoe that she'd hung over the door.

(( @kat-hawke, thank you for the ask! ))

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