#LEARN TO DRAW HIM / CHARACTERS OF COLOR IN GENERAL

[mtblackwood]

just a psa if youre gonna draw josh i recommend using this picture as reference

dont make him pale, please, for the love of god HOLY SHIT

[carnalcrows]

WHITE COAT, RED HANDS

pairing: chishiya x top male reader

content warnings: 18+, chishiya is a sociopath, hearts game, major character death, blood, ftm chishiya, oral (reader receiving), p in v, general AIB warnings.

word count: 2.4k

You meet Chishiya in a game called “Karma.”

No one knows the full rules until they’re already inside — typical of the Borderlands. You only know three things when you walk into the rust-colored warehouse where it’s held: the game’s a Hearts suit, it’s for pairs, and you’re stuck with the blond guy who’s barely said a word since you got scanned in.

“Looks like we’re partners,” you say, offering a hand.

Chishiya glances at it, then at you. “Lucky me.”

His voice is flat, clinical. Doesn’t take the handshake.

You drop your hand. “You a doctor or something?”

“Used to be.” He keeps walking, hands in his pockets like this is an errand he’s annoyed to be running.

There’s something unreadable in his expression — or maybe that’s just his face. He’s got this quality like he’s always three steps ahead, but can’t be bothered to tell you what’s coming. The kind of guy who might let you drown just to see how long you could hold your breath.

You follow anyway.

Because there are only two kinds of people left in this world: the ones you can use, and the ones who’ll use you first. And you’ve learned the hard way it’s better to be close to the former — even if they look like the latter.

“Cool,” you mutter under your breath. “Stuck with the cryptic type.”

“Better than the loud type,” Chishiya replies dryly.

You glance at him. “You always this charming, Doc?”

He twitches an eyebrow. Just one. “Only when I like someone.”

That makes you laugh, unexpectedly. “So I’m fucked, then.”

He looks at you, slow and sideways. “Not yet.”

Then he keeps walking, as if he hadn’t just said that.

You hate the way that line stays with you.

The warehouse door slams shut behind you both with the kind of finality that makes your stomach tense. A countdown lights up on the far wall in blood red:-  00:59:59. One hour. No instructions.

You both scan the room — crates, high catwalks, and a flickering overhead light that casts shadows like they’re watching.

“I hate Hearts games,” you mutter.

Chishiya hums. “People usually do.”

You shoot him a look. “You sound like you’ve played more than a few.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just wanders toward the nearest crate and pops it open like this is a casual scavenger hunt.

Inside: two vests. Black, fitted. One for each of you. You pick one up and notice the red LED embedded in the chest and shaped like a heart.

“Not ominous at all,” you say.

Chishiya’s already sliding his on. It hugs him close, snug around the ribs. You try not to stare, but he catches you anyway.

“Like what you see, or just trying to figure out where to stab me later?” he asks, voice too casual.

“Can’t it be both?”

That earns a small smirk. Not quite a smile, but the kind of curve at the edge of his mouth that feels like a reward. You kind of hate that it makes your pulse jump.

Once you both suit up, the LED lights flicker to life. Yours flashes red. So does his. Then a metallic clunk echoes from above, and a screen buzzes on.

“Welcome to Karma.”

The voice is male, modulated, and void of any emotion.

“You and your partner share a life. Your hearts are linked. One dies, both die.”

A pause.

“But to win… only one may remain.”

You look at Chishiya. He’s unreadable again. As if he didn’t just hear a death sentence wrapped in a riddle.

“The game begins now.”

Then the lights go out.

You draw your knife on instinct.

Somewhere in the dark, Chishiya says softly, “This part’s always fun.”

Your voice drops. “You know how to win this, don’t you?”

A long pause. Then:

“I might.”

That makes your grip tighten. “Planning to share with the class, or are you just gonna play puppeteer until it’s convenient to let me die?”

There’s movement. A footstep behind you. You spin — knife raised — and feel a hand close around your wrist, steady but not aggressive.

“I’m not going to let you die,” he says in that same flat voice. “Yet.”

“Yet,” you echo.

The light flickers on for a heartbeat. Long enough to see his face close to yours, half-shadowed. Then dark again.

“You’re enjoying this,” you murmur.

His hand slips from your wrist. “You’d be surprised how few people are fun in the dark.”

You move in silence for a while. The kind that pricks your skin because it’s not truly silent — the warehouse breathes. Vents rattle. Metal ticks. A slow, mechanical hum pulses beneath your feet like a heartbeat that isn’t yours.

Chishiya doesn’t seem affected. He walks beside you like he’s on his morning commute. Calm. Controlled. The picture of someone who doesn’t flinch even when the building itself feels like it’s watching you.

You glance over. “How the hell are you this calm?”

“I’m used to being hunted.”

The way he says it — flat, without ego — should sound like bullshit. But you believe him.

“And you’re a doctor?” you ask.

“Was.” He pauses. “Still am, technically.”

“Right. Doctor of hearts, huh?”

That gets a proper smirk. Just a flicker. “Clever.”

You snort. “You know, most people don’t look smug after admitting to possible homicide.”

“I didn’t admit anything.”

You’re about to respond — some sarcastic quip already loaded — when the warehouse shifts. The floor jolts with a loud hiss, and metal walls snap up from the ground, boxing you into a corridor that didn’t exist two seconds ago.

“What the—?”

“Maze,” Chishiya mutters, already walking ahead. “Figures.”

“Wait—” You grab his shoulder instinctively. He stops. Looks down at your hand. Doesn’t pull away.

His gaze lifts slowly. “You don’t trust me.”

“No,” you say. “I don’t.”

He tilts his head. “But you want to.”

That shuts you up for a beat. The hum beneath the floor ticks louder. Red lights blink at the corners of the ceiling.

“You gonna tell me what you meant earlier?” you ask. “About not letting me die yet.”

“I mean exactly that,” Chishiya says, voice soft but cold. “I need you. For now.”

You laugh once, low and bitter. “You’ve got a real way with words, doc.”

His eyes flick to yours again. “You’re still here.”

You don’t have a response for that.

The next corridor is narrower. Walls dripping with condensation. Your shoulder brushes his once, twice, until neither of you bother stepping aside anymore. It’s stupid — the smallest contact — but it feeds something between you. A tension that feels almost like a test.

“You’re not afraid of dying, are you?” you say.

“No.” Chishiya’s gaze is forward, steady. “I’ve made peace with it.”

“And killing someone else?”

His eyes flick sideways. “That’s not the question you want to ask.”

“…What’s the question, then?”

“You want to know if I’d kill you.”

You swallow. “Would you?”

He stops. Turns to face you in the dim corridor. The blinking red lights give his face a flicker—soft, then sharp.

“If I said no,” he says, “you’d be stupid to believe me.”

Then he leans in just enough that you feel his breath, calm and infuriatingly even. “But if I said yes... I think you’d still follow me.”

Your heart thuds, traitorous and loud. You don’t know if it’s fear or want or both.

You mutter, “You always this cryptic with people you plan to backstab?”

“Only the ones I like.”

Your jaw clenches. “You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

You lean a little closer — not thinking, just moving on instinct now — and mutter, “Do you always flirt in murder mazes?”

His gaze drops to your mouth. “Only with idiots who flirt back.”

Then his hand grabs the front of your vest and drags you forward, not gently. Your back slams against the wall, and his mouth crashes into yours.

It’s not romantic. It’s rough and hot and too fucking much — all the tension, the danger, the push and pull of not knowing who’ll betray who — and it unravels in seconds. His tongue parts your lips without hesitation. You groan into it, hands gripping his hips because it’s the only part of him you can grab that doesn’t feel like a trap.

Chishiya’s kiss is strategic and brutal. Not gentle. He bites your bottom lip and pulls just enough to make your cock twitch in your pants. Your hips rock forward, involuntarily, and he smirks against your mouth like he expected it.

“You’re really hard,” he murmurs, low and flat in your ear. “Impressive.”

“You’re really fucking annoying,” you breathe.

“And yet, you want me to keep going.”

He drops to his knees.

He’s on his knees like he’s done it before. Like it’s second nature. No hesitation, no reverence — just a methodical slide of fingers to your waistband, popping the button open with practised ease.

You watch him through shallow breaths. One hand braced to the wall behind you, the other twitching with the urge to grab his hair. But he’s not looking up at you for permission.

He’s looking at your cock. And when he pulls it out, already hard and leaking at the tip, he hums — a quiet, pleased sound, like you’ve passed another one of his secret tests.

“No complaints,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Your chest rises with something between pride and disbelief. “You always do this with people you might kill?”

Chishiya glances up then, eyes half-lidded. “No. You’re special.”

Then he licks a slow stripe from the base of your cock to the tip.

Your breath stutters. Your head tilts back and hits the wall with a dull thunk.

His tongue is warm, deliberate, not rushed. He wraps his lips around the head and takes you into his mouth in slow, steady inches. His hands are cold on your thighs, anchoring you as he sucks you in deeper — not messy or desperate. Just efficient. Intentional. Like he’s cataloguing every sound you make.

“F–fuck, doc…”

His lashes flutter at the nickname. His throat tightens around you as he swallows a little deeper, and your fingers tangle in his hair without thinking. He doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t fight the grip. If anything, he leans into it. Uses it to go deeper.

He sets a brutal pace after that — not fast, but intense. Hollowing his cheeks, flicking his tongue under the head, teasing and then swallowing you whole again. Your knees buckle once, and he presses harder into your thighs to steady you, like he knew it would happen.

“Shit—Chishiya, I’m—”

He hums again, sending vibrations through you just as you come, heat spilling down his throat. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t break eye contact. Just swallows like it’s nothing and pulls back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You sag against the wall, heart pounding, still trying to catch your breath.

You’re still panting when he stands, wiping the corner of his mouth like nothing happened. Like your orgasm was a minor detour.

But there’s a flush in his cheeks now. A flicker of something in his eyes.

Want.

You spot it the second he pushes you back against the wall again, fingers ghosting along your jaw. “Can you keep going?” he asks, low, almost clinical.

You snort, a breathless sound. “You kidding?”

Chishiya doesn’t smile, but there’s the barest twitch in his mouth. He steps in and kisses you, finally, open-mouthed and quiet, tasting faintly of you. It’s softer than you expect. Almost gentle. But it only lasts a beat before he turns, and without a word, walks toward one of the crates behind him.

You watch as he shrugs off his hoodie and shirt, tossing them over the metal edge. And when his pants go next, what’s left between his thighs leaves no questions. There’s a harness strapped tight to his hips, black and minimalist, but you can see it clearly when he turns and walks back to you, slick already glistening between his folds.

You blink.

He tilts his head. “Problem?”

You step forward without a word, grab his hips, and kiss him again.

He presses into you without hesitation, one hand finding your cock and guiding it between his legs. He’s wet—hot, and when you slide into him, he exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s trying to maintain control.

“Fuck—” you mutter, grounding a hand on his lower back. “You’re soaked.”

“Of course,” he says. “You’re the first person who’s made it this far.”

You want to ask what he means by that. But then he tightens around you, rolling his hips with expert precision, and your brain short-circuits.

The rhythm is fast, deliberate, but not frantic. You pin him to the wall now, bodies flushed, your cock buried inside him as he works you with movements that feel almost mechanical in how precise they are. Every grind pulls a sharp gasp from your lips. Every twist of his hips feels calculated — like he’s memorised exactly what it takes to keep you right on the edge.

He lets you manhandle him. He lets you bite at his neck, groan against his ear. But he doesn’t moan. He doesn’t beg. He just watches you, eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable — like he’s processing your every reaction, filing it away for future use.

You grab his thighs and lift him. He wraps his legs around you easily, arms hooking behind your neck. You fuck up into him harder now, slamming into that wet heat over and over, the lewd sounds of skin and slick echoing off the walls.

He finally gasps — one sharp, ragged breath that punches from his lungs — and that’s what undoes you. You curse, burying your face into his shoulder as you come deep inside him, warmth flooding his cunt, your whole body twitching as you ride it out.

Your grip on him tightens.

You don’t even feel the knife slide in.

It’s only when your breath catches in your throat, sharp and wrong, that you realise what happened. Blood fills your mouth. Your legs falter. You both sink to the floor.

He stays straddled over you, cock still inside him, as your body collapses beneath his. His chest rises and falls evenly. His hands are warm against your jaw as your vision starts to fade.

“I wanted to wait until after,” he murmurs.

You gurgle something. His face softens.

“I wasn’t lying. It felt good.”

Your blood is everywhere now — on his hands, his stomach, pooling beneath your spine.

He leans down and kisses you again.

Soft. Warm. Almost apologetic.

“Only one survivor.”

And then he slips off your lap and rises to his feet, walking toward the blinking green light at the end of the hall. The blade, slick with your blood, swings loosely in one hand.

GAME CLEAR.

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[glazedcroissant]

Been thinking about Galacta knight and his use of fire. I've actually got a few headcannons about it if you want to have a read!:

So! I've actually got a whole system worked out for how I think magic in the Kirby universe might work, but let's just look at this goof first. *puts him under a magnifying glass*

To start, every mage has their own unique form of Energy magic. It's essentially their "default" manifestation of mana; the caster's most natural state of magic. It is generally seen as the safest type of magic to use, easily channeled through the body and moldable enough to use in a wide range of spells. As a bonus, its drawbacks are small, requiring a mage to burn through nearly all their mana reserves before they'd have to deal with any advirse effects. Galacta knight uses this type of magic for things like his energy swords and abusing the laws of nature by using his own mana as an ill advised substitute for sleep.

Some find their Energy magic limiting on its own, prompting research into other forms of magic to tie into their spells, such as elemental magic.

Fire magic, like all elemental magic, can be quite costly against its user if not used with caution. Every use raises the caster's body temperature, leading to sweating and eventual coughing. Abuse of the element will envitably cause minor to severe burns at channeling sights, depending on one's tolerance and overuse. It is important to time attacks and casts far enough apart from each other to allow the body time to cool down again. Some learn counter elemental spells to cut down on this recovery time—such as water or ice magic to counter fire—but such rapid heating and cooling is dangerous and harmful to the body.

Galacta knight is an incredible fire mage, having a natural aptitude for it, given his affinity. The vast majority of magic users are born, or soon develop, an affinity to a specific kind of magic. They're brought into the world with an innate understanding of that type, though it may take some time before they realize what it is. Galacta knight's being fire gives him a better tolerance to its effects than most. Even so, he is not immune, and manifesting blisteringly hot flames within one's core is, generally, unrecommended (nevermind setting your whole body alight in a blaze of glory). It's typical to see mage's using weapons or heatproof gloves as their channeling sights to help prevent self-inflicted burns, and Galacta will typically use his lance or shield for this. However, spells can often be charged and fired off faster and more powerfully when expelled through the body alone. That, and breathing fire looks cool as hell. Galacta figures a parched throat and dry eyes for a couple hours is worth the payoff. He's tried the whole counter element deal to cool off faster, but Water magic doesn't mesh well with him. He lacks the the serenity and steady flow at his core to understand it.

Also! As a fun little addition. If you're wondering why I ting his fire pink, it's because that's the color of his natural Energy magic. Elemental magic is still dependent on the user's own mana pool, with it's appearance changing from mage to mage depending on the individual's natural magic properties.

This is just my own thoughts I've scraped together into the doughy mixing bowl of my brain, of course. And, like dough, these thoughts are subject to change and grow later on. I've got some thoughts on the ins and out of How elemental magic, and the other types, are cast in terms of the technical (l say loosely cause it's literally magic) aspects of them, but I don't have all those details ironed out yet. My mind is a fickle thing, never wanting to settle on one headcannon or another. It's part of the reason I hesitate to write and draw longer character scenes and interactions, my opinions of them constantly shifting. But! I do think I'm getting to the point where I can keep them somewhat consistent in my head. Thus, my little fire magic spiel.

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

explaining! my main goal was to make them different and colorful. everything else is secondary. i didn't really try to make them realistic, i didn't really try to make them historical. this is character design, right? so, the main thing is that everyone is readable and unique among others in their environment. if you don't confuse anyone, then i've made it, hehe!

i made them colorful because, firstly, i just like it that way, and secondly, it's customary to exaggerate book characters for illustrations so that the image is brighter and more recognizable. if i were drawing as if for a movie/series, i would have done it differently. but this is a book. and, as i like to say, am i studying to be a theater artist for nothing... 🤫

also i was laughing so hard at the song from bratz that i used for speedpaint because it was too funny to finish the work with. enjoy JHSJSHSHDH

a few words about each one, not in the order in the picture:

i had an idea to draw aramis a popular type of lovelock at that time - with a ribbon of his beloved's favorite color. this hairstyle was also worn together with pearl in the left ear. i learned about it from another artist, and then i read about it on the internet in more detail. and when i sketched him for the first time, i drew it exactly like that, but this time i already came to the idea that, unfortunately, he would hardly wear such a hairstyle in reality. in the first book he hides the woman's identity until the end, when everything has long been obvious to everyone 😭 so there would hardly be any hint in his appearance about his lady. fanfact, his heel is slightly higher than the others. aramis, the man you are 💅 and i also really ask you to take a closer look at aramis's hairstyle, i left a tiny detail there. it's right there in plain sight and it's hidden in the styling!!

porthos is associated with warm colors for me, because he's such a silly, but together with aramis and d'artagnan it turned into one spot. so i went with the second option - blue, because i really liked that he appeared in sky blue before d'artagnan when they galloped after the duke, even though it was already in the second book. he turned out so charming, wahaha.

i think olive is the perfect choice for athos in the first book. depressive, long-term drunkard, but a nobleman undercover. matching? also, i have a headcanon that athos is this much 🤏 shorter than d'artagnan and aramis. just because it's funny. and those two are about the same, because it was specified in the book that they have the same size

d'artagnan is simple, yellow-brown - a young provincial, even the collar does not really match the shirt. where will he get the money for a collar for each shirt... but he's the only one with a bright feather, the mc after all! if you look closely, the feathers of all the others do not stand out so much. that's how it was intended. btw, his shirt is a little yellowing, if you look closely, you can see it

i really like it when all the characters has their own little things. their own collars, their own way of wearing jackboots, their own little details of the sleeves. i drew simply, but put my soul into it. i tried to put a lot into the form, both in general and in the details, and although i could explain absolutely everything, i would like you to look closely at it yourself 💝

[theliving-radio]

An Artist's Biggest Fan

(Sylus x Non-Mc!Artist!Reader)

A/N: Hello, Hello! I finally finished it! I originally made this for a friend who has been struggling with work and school. Sylus is her comfort character. (It's more of just her simping for him. Which is fair.)

Anyway, to my best friend, and for everyone else, enjoy!

Warnings: None! All fluff! Does has Female pronouns, though! Not fully proofread, but here we go!

Sylus is a man who loves classical music.

He has a whole Vintage Vinyl collection in his office and enjoys listening to them when he pours himself a glass of wine. There have been several times when both Luke and Kieran would hear their boss humming a song from his collection when he’s relaxing in his office. Very rarely, and when he had free time, Sylus would buy himself tickets to an orchestra and sit among the crowd to enjoy the symphony that was created.

But ever since you entered his life, Sylus has begun to appreciate art just as much.

Sylus first met you when he was coming back from a business meeting. He doesn’t recall the last time he took a casual stroll around the N109 zone. It's been a while since he could relax like this. As he continues to see certain changes, small changes nevertheless, throughout the N109 zone, a figure bumped into him, causing materials to become scattered and paper to fly everywhere.

You kept apologizing nonstop as you tried collecting your materials. He was feeling generous and used his evol to collect the scattered papers, only to realize they were sketches and colored drawings. He found it cute how embarrassed you got when he complimented you on your work, so he kept doing so.

You were a shy little thing, fidgeting on the spot as you accepted his compliments. When he asked about one of your pieces, your eyes lit up, and you went on a small tangent about the character you made. From then on, Sylus could only describe you with one word.

Adorable.

From then on, he wanted to learn more about you. What is a cute little artist like you living in the N109 zone? Turns out, you didn’t live here, you came to visit an uncle of yours who, apparently, works for another organization he deals with. 

Small world we live in.

You originally lived in Linkon City, and Sylus would come up with any excuse he could to visit you. You weren’t a threat, not one bit. He can tell just based on the way to try to please the people around you, along with how your anxiety spikes when you somehow upset someone. Yet when nobody is around, your freely speak your mind and shit talk the people that make you feel like, well shit. 

 At the time, you didn’t know he was the fearless leader of Onychines. A Handsome and Friendly Fruit Vendor is what you would tell your friends. 

The Fruit Vendor is what he told you; you just added the handsome part.

It did take some time for you to learn who he was, and even then, your opinion of him didn’t change much. Instead of being a Handsome and Friendly Fruit Vendor, he was now a Handsome and Smart Blacksmith.

“A Blacksmith, sweetie? May I ask why that specifically?” He asked you after he confessed who he was. 

“Simple! You make weapons, right? Blacksmiths also make weapons!”

“They can make other things too, Kitten.”

“My point exactly!”

At that point, the fearless and untouchable leader of Onychines was smitten by you. The Cute Artist, he had the pleasure of bumping into. Three months into getting to know each other and he couldn’t help but pop the question to ask you out on a date. To be his girlfriend. 

When it happened, you were walking with each other in a shopping district. He figured you wanted to stop in one of the beauty stores or the art supplies shop. No. Instead, you wanted to go into what he assumed was where teens and young adults would hang out to get certain merchandise and clothes.

You told him it was your favorite store, but it's been a while since you've been in one, and you began to show him everything they sold. From band shirts to overpriced name-brand bags, all the way to the body jewelry section, he couldn’t help but be enthralled by your bright and beautiful smile. You laughed every time you read a funny button or pin. You scrunched up your nose when you read a price tag. 

Cute.

Adorable.

Beautiful.

“Be mine.”

The words left his lips before he even had the chance to catch them. But he didn’t regret it one bit when he saw how fast you turned to face him.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as if to say something, but nothing came out. And what Sylus thought was the sweet cherry on top.

Is that he believed you looked like a cherry with how much blood was rushing to your face and neck.

“Are- are you sure? Me?”

“I’ll be honest, sweetie… I meant to confess to you in a better setting, but just seeing you in your element, I couldn’t help but let the confession slip. And I don’t regret that it did.”

He would come and visit you in your small apartment when he was done with business, where he was able to witness you and your creations. You weren’t on that level of expertise like that famous artist in Linkon City, Raf, or something. (He doesn’t have the time to fully learn his name.) But he can see the passion you put into your work. Any time you finished a character sketch or just a small doodle, you would proudly present it to him, and Sylus would happily praise you for your work.

Sylus would ask questions every time you created a new character for a story you were imagining in your head. 

“And who’s this little star character?”

“Oh, this is a mascot for a circus I’m working on. Their name is Bom-Bom!”

“Oh? Anything else?”

“They explode every time they get overexcited, like a bomb. Bom-Bom!”

He would listen to you every single time you went on about your creations. Just seeing the sparkle in your eyes every time you spoke about them, he felt himself falling for you. How passionate you were with what you made, with every project finished, he just loved how you glowed.

You loved drawing, but painting was a different story. It shocked Sylus to know that painting was just a hobby for you and that you don’t indulge in it as much due to how much supplies cost and how you didn’t have much room in your small apartment to store said supplies. 

So that inspired him to set up an art studio for you back at his base. He had Luke and Kieran get the supplies he knew you usually used or would enjoy working with in your future projects. When everything was set up and ready, he proudly showed it off to you. You were more than just happy, you were ecstatic. 

He recalls how you threw yourself on him, pressing kiss after kiss all over his face before letting go to explore your new territory. The dragon inside him purred pleasantly from your gratitude, pride swelling up inside him.

“Look how much space I have!”

“I see it, sweetie.”

“There’s so much room for activities here!”

For the rest of the day, you started putting your touch and personality into the studio that was now yours. From time to time, he would pass by the room to see you hanging art pieces you finished in the past, projects on full display for anyone to admire when they entered.

Though recently you haven’t been coming to the studio he set up for you as much in the past few months.

Recently, you started going to school to get a higher education and experience to get a degree in Art. Even got a part-time job in a retail store just close to your apartment.  So coming from your home to your school, and then having to go to work, was a lot of traveling. The fact that you didn’t own a vehicle was also troublesome, and getting to the N109 Zone was a trip on its own.

Sylus understood you wanted to work, and he supported you! But what bothered him the most was how the way your job was treating you…

On your first day of work, they tried putting you on the cash register. The rush of everything and the customers being rude spiked your anxiety and caused you to have a panic attack. Sylus only found out about it when you called him after your shift. He wasn’t happy over the fact that not once throughout the day did you catch a break, and the fact that the only time you were able to was when the day ended. 

Thankfully, after that occurred, you weren't put on the register anymore. Instead, they put you in the stockroom. Sylus came to surprise you one day with a bouquet, only to see that you weren’t there. He blew up your phone asking if you were alright and where you were. He saw you burst open the backroom doors, startling a few customers as you zeroed in on him, practically throwing yourself against his body to greet him.

You complained that you haven’t been able to get a break and that your co-workers weren’t as much help as all they did was gossip and complain about their lives. 

Then they moved you to the Fitting rooms, where there was more activity and social interaction for you to deal with… and how you were by yourself. It was too much, too fast-paced. You couldn’t handle it and wished you were back in the stockroom, where all you did was open boxes or hang up clothes. 

School was another story on its own. For some reason, they put you in a welding class. You weren’t that interested in the welding, and Sylus nearly had a heart attack when he learned that you’ve been doing your welding projects without any gloves. Turns out your professor said you didn’t need them, and that the other students also didn’t wear them either. 

Sylus hated knowing how tired you were every time you called him after your shift, and he hated knowing how you had no time to rest because you had art projects due the next day. 

Weekdays were filled with school. Weekends were filled with work.

Sylus was ready to talk to you, to get you out of that hellhole of a workplace, because he saw just how tired you were with every video call. Though he never got to that talk…

When he answered his phone one day for a video call one day, all he saw was your beautiful smile. You were practically bouncing on the spot.

“I made a friend at work today!” You explained loudly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Well, hello to you, too, Kitten.”

“Oh, right, sorry…”

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize, tell me more about this friend.” Just like that, you started talking about the co-worker you made friends with in the stockroom. He learned how both of you just stood next to each other while working in silence, and how she was the one to start small talk with you. And eventually, you guys just clicked, and both of you could not stop laughing or talking about your interests. You two were jumping from topic to topic and had to be told multiple times to pick up the speed in your work.

When he went to give you a surprise visit again, he found you maintaining the Fitting Rooms, this time wearing an actual smile instead of a forced one. You were currently handing a number to a customer so they could enter the changing room, when you turned away from them, your eyes landed on him. 

He chuckled to himself as he saw how you wanted to run to him, but weren’t allowed to leave your station. So he went to you instead.

“I would like to try some clothes on.”

You giggled at his small joke, trying to act like a customer. “Sir, I’m pretty sure you need to have some clothes first before I can give you a number. I can’t just let you into the fitting room if you're empty-handed.”

Sylus was ready to sweet-talk you once again, but was interrupted.

“Excuse me, pardon me, I’m just gonna squeeze on through.” Sylus looks over to see…

A pile of talking clothes.

“Oh my gosh, let me help!” You moved around the counter to help the walking pile of clothes, setting them on the small rack just beside the counter.

Underneath was a round girl with short dark hair and a pair of clear glasses with pink frames. She pushes her frames up her face and lets out a groan.

“Why do people insist on putting the wrong clothes in my department? Like, why am I finding men’s pants mixed in with women’s dresses? Unbelievable.”

“Bro, that’s annoying as hell. Thankfully, I have room to put men’s clothes away. Amanda should be over soon.”

“Hun, why haven’t you called me back here?! You barely have any more room on the rack for women’s clothes!” Your co-worker moves past you to get to the rack behind you, already selecting certain clothes to put back on the sales floor.

“I saw you getting scolded by Erika, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Bitch, shut up. Bother me. I don’t want you drowning in clothes. Erika can kiss my ass. Customers don’t want a damn credit card, they want to get the hell out of here.” Your friend huffed in irritation as she carried another pile of clothes, almost blocking her view. “I’ll be back!” She shouts under her mini mountain of clothes as she waddles off. 

Sylus turns to face you, he smiles down at you, and lifts a brow as if wanting to know who that was. 

“Oh, that’s Sarah, the friend I was telling you about. She’s been helping me with the Fitting Room lately. Even though she already has her hands full working in Women’s Apparel.” 

“That’s very kind of her. I’m going to have to tell her my thanks for taking care of my kitten.” Sylus gazes down at you with soft eyes. 

He watches as a blush starts to form around your ears and cheeks. You let out nervous giggles as you cover your cheeks with your hands. 

How adorable.

“Ok I’m back. Who’s this stranger?” When your co worker Sarah came back, she was panting. Practically out of breath. 

Was it that heavy?

“Sarah, this is Sylus, My boyfriend. Sylus, this is my friend Sarah. She’s been a huge help with work lately, she’s been helping me with a few of my projects too,” you introduced your friend to him. 

“Oh, you're the Fruit-smith.”

Sylus snorts at that. “Fruit-smith? Is that what she told you?”

“She told me you're a Fruit Vendor who also does Welding as a side job. So I just call you the Fruit-Smith,” Sarah shrugs her shoulders as she stuffs her hands in her pockets. 

“I see… what else has she said about me?” 

Sylus looks over at you with his eyebrow raised, a teasing smirk on his face as he watches you begin to grow shy. 

“How handsome you are, and how she's 101% down bad for you.”

“Okay, Sarah… you can shut up now.”

“Do you wanna see the text messages she sends me about you?” Sarah takes her phone out, and Sylus watches in amusement as you try to snatch her phone away, only for Sarah to block you and laugh as she scrolls through her old messages. 

Sylus smiles to himself, knowing that his adorable artist is in good hands at her workplace.

That is, until 6 months later, when your friend Sarah quit her job. 

“She was texting me while she was at the Boba Cafe and was saying how Tasha was telling her ‘Hey, I know your stressed, but the place looks like a mess, and I know you're used to it, but can you clean up the mess for your co worker that comes in after you. She’s not used to it.”

“And you said that Sarah had already placed her two weeks in, but she didn’t finish them because of this?”

“Yeah! Like she called me crying, how she went to Brian and turned her name badge in.”

Sylus was currently sitting on the couch in his office, massaging your aching feet as you rested them on his lap. He learned about how you finished your semester for these classes and that you had a week's break before having to go back to school. You’ve been complaining nonstop about how badly your feet were hurting from all the standing at work.

And being the wonderful boyfriend he was, he wished to take the ache away.

You let out a whimper and hugged the throw pillow in your arms tightly when he applied pressure to a certain part of your arch. “I know, sweetie. I’ll make it better for you.”

“They don’t stink, do they?”

“Didn’t you just take a bath? Why would they stink?”

“I don't know! It still feels like the sweat from work lingers on my skin. They haven’t even fixed the ACs in the store. I think another one broke.”

Sylus' red eyes turned away from your feet and looked over at you, his brows pinched together. “Didn’t you tell me 6 out of 11 of the AC Units were broken?”

“Yeah, it’s 7 now. I’m just lucky that the one above the fitting room is still in working condition.”

You swear you saw one of Sylus's right eye twitch with irritation. Knowing that you had to suffer in such a horrible environment didn’t sit well with him. 

You never mentioned the other stuff that was wrong about the store. No, he saw it for himself the few times he visited. 

One of the pillars in the store had a rubber trim at the bottom, and it was beginning to peel off. He can see nails and staples sticking out from the inside and he recalls seeing some smaller kids playing with it. Over one of the vents at the checkouts was a long, dust strand. You and Sarah placed bets on when it would fall and land on a co-worker's or a customer's head.

And don’t get him started on the bathrooms…

Dear god, the bathrooms… 

Sylus lives in the N109 Zone. He’s seen the way people live. He’s seen the gutters and broken down buildings, trash scattered everywhere. 

He’s never used this term before. Not even for describing anything in the N109 Zone…

But your workplace was ghetto.

Sylus lets out a sigh as he switches to your next foot, thinking about his words carefully.

“What if you-,”

“I plan to quit after the next semester. There’s someone at my school who’s encouraging me to apply to the library.”

Oh, that was easy. But he’s still not satisfied. 

“I can-“

“No, I told you I wanna do this all on my own. I know you want to take care of me, and yes, I love that. But I don’t want to turn into some spoiled brat who relies on her boyfriend.”

The hand on your foot paused as he shifted it down and began to pull you up on his lap, causing you to gasp and your face to flush red. 

“Is that what this is about? You don’t want to be my spoiled kitten?”

“I-I never- hold on!”

Sylus reveals a teasing smile as he places his hands on your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up so he can rub small circles against your skin. 

“So what if you turned into a spoiled, pompous brat? You would be my spoiled, pompous brat. And if you act out, I can just discipline you.” Sylus leaned forward where his chest pressed against yours, his breath fanning against your face. 

You were babbling out excuses on why you didn’t want that, eyes looking around his office as if you were trying to find something that would save you. 

He had enough and brought your attention back to him as he planted a kiss on your lips. Gentle, yet firm, just enough to ground you. When he pulled away from you, he barked out a laugh. 

You were pouting, face completely red as it led down your neck. 

Oh, how adorable you were.

“That was rude…”

Sylus huffs out the last of his laughter, looking at you with his signature smirk. “What? Is it rude to kiss my girlfriend now?”

“I was trying to think of a better way to explain how I feel, and you interrupted me!”

“Why yes, I deeply apologize. Please, explain to me why you want to continue to work in such a horrible environment.” Sylus spoke in such a condescending tone, but there was a light tease to his voice.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh before sucking in a deep breath. 

“It’s hard to move on from something when you become used to it. Even if it’s negative… and I’m trying to take baby steps to step away from my job.” 

A pregnant pause hangs in the air as you confess how you felt over the situation. You opened one eye to look at Sylus, and then the next. Sylus stares at you with an expressionless face, but then he lets out a sigh. He cups the back of your head and brings you closer to rest just under his chin. 

“I trust you. I do, but it pains me knowing how you keep mentally straining yourself over this job. School is one thing, but your work? I don’t approve of it. Not in the slightest.”

You let out a small whimper as you curl up against him, nuzzling into his chest. Sylus moves his arms to wrap them around you, burrowing his nose into your hair. Both of you stayed like that for a while in his office, just soaking up the warmth and affection from one another as the only sound that was made in the room was the ticking of a clock and your guy's gentle breathing. 

Eventually, you shifted in Sylus's lap and pulled away just to be able to face him. “I promise, when I’m ready to quit, I’ll come to you first.”

Sylus smiles at your words, pleased to know that the first thing you’ll do is come to him when you're ready. 

You stayed with Sylus the whole week, only having to go back to Linkon when the weekend hit, so you’ll be ready for work. Throughout those days, he would bring his work tablet with him into your art studio so he would be able to see your work. 

You made a small nook just for him in the corner of your studio, so any time he wanted to just be in your presence, or to just watch you while you work, he has a comfortable spot to relax in. You even made a little perch and nest for Mephisto! 

Sylus looked up from his work tablet as he saw you rearrange your desk for the next semester of classes. He puts the tablet down and props his head up against his hand and watches you, a smile forming on his face. You mumbled to yourself a few times, what Sylus can only guess was that you were having a conversation in your head. Other times, he saw you counting your tubes of paint and checking your brushes for any damage.

If you did find anything that was damaged, he would happily replace it.

After all, his adorable artist deserves the best.

Sylus has started to see how you begin to expect the bad at your job, no longer surprised when something goes wrong, and how it's no longer mentally straining you…

But then you started struggling with your classes. 

It wasn’t just the deadlines. It was also the insecurities of your talents. The way your Painting Professor would criticize your work instead of critiquing it. 

You were drained.

And Sylus started to notice it. 

On video calls he could see your head drooping just a bit while you were in the middle of painting. ��Careful now, Kitten. We don’t want you to ruin your work. Why don’t you go get some sleep?”

“I’ll go to bed in a bit once I’m done with this. I want this to be good.”

“Sweetie, all your work is good. Fantastic even.”

“Yes but this is a portrait of my mom!” You put your paintbrush in the small cup of water and walk over to your phone. Sylus watches as you flip the camera and he couldn’t help but smile proudly at your work. 

You used different hues and shades of blue to create a self-portrait of your mom. Adding a bit of white specks to imitate stars around her. 

Truly, you outdone yourself. 

 “You’ve done a good job, Kitten. Fantastic even.”

“Thank you-“

“Truly, your talents have no limits. Your art skills have improved. I can see beauty in every brush stroke you created.” Sylus smirks as he sees you begin to get flustered, your cheeks turning red. 

“It's a beautiful portrait of your mother, dear. You did a wonderful job.”

“It also sounds like you're complimenting my mom, too,” you softly mumble to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

Unfortunately, he did.

“Because I am. From the photos you’ve shown me of your family, it looks exactly like her.” 

“Except she isn’t blue.”

“Yes, she isn’t blue.” Sylus smiles as he hears your soft giggles. Ah, his heart swoons every time he hears that soft melody.

It’s been almost a year now since both of you got together. 10 months exactly if anyone was counting. Not him. Could never be him. He thinks he should take you out on vacation during your next school break. Somewhere far from Linkon and the N109 Zone. 

As Sylus plans for the next outing with you, he hears a small yawn escape from you over the phone. “Looks like you're getting tired, love. Go get ready for bed.” 

You nod with your eyes closed, rubbing one of them with your hand. “Fine, I’ll get ready for bed. But is it ok if you stay on call until I fall asleep?”

“Kitten, you don’t even have to ask. I would happily stay on call with you.” 

And with that, you got ready for bed. You prop your phone up against one of your stuffed animals as you finally crawl under the covers, letting out a contented sigh. 

“Would you like me to sing you a lullaby, my dear? I can put one of my records on to help you sleep.” 

You didn’t answer right away. A small hum escapes you as you grab hold of the crow plushie that Sylus won for you at the claw machines in Linkon. 

Sylus disappears from the screen for a few minutes, and then a soft melody is heard from just the other end of the call. Soon enough, he comes back to sit at his desk, gazing back at you while your eyes begin to close. A smile begins to form on his lips.

“Sleep well, Kitten. I’ll be here if you need me.” You mumble something incoherent, making Sylus let out a chuckle and shake his head. He goes back to his work from there, letting you get your much-needed sleep.

Sylus’s jaw clenched as he heard your soft cries over the phone.

You’ve been working so hard on your paintings, putting so much work and effort into your creations. Sylus has witnessed you paint every single brush stroke and bring life to a plain white canvas. 

So why is it that your Professor can’t see that? Why can’t he see how hard you worked on your piece? Why can’t your professor see the same beauty as he does in your work?

“The professor said I should have used Oil Paints instead of Acrylic. But like- I hate Oil Paints! I feel like they’re so hard to work with, and they cost so damn much too!” He hears you take a deep breath before blowing your nose. “I’m not sad, I’m just mostly frustrated with my Professor.”

“I’m starting to think your Professor isn’t qualified to even be teaching,” Sylus mentions as he pulls out his computer and starts looking up the most popular and best quality oil paints. 

“And then these other students, their work is so much better than mine. Like these people paint for a career, I do it as a hobby! Someone painted a pixelated clit… a clit, Sylus. I even took a picture of it! Here, let me send it.”

Sure enough you sent it, and indeed it was a pixelated clit. Sylus lets out an amused huff after viewing it and is ready to set his phone back down, only to get another notification. You sent him images of more artwork from the other students.

Each one was different, indicating the type of individual the artist was behind their work. He admits they weren’t that bad, they were indeed pretty good. 

But they weren’t yours. 

“The Professor said I can try to make another one, but with Oil paints this time. I have some sketch ideas for this character I wanna do. Sarah says she’s gonna pick me up from work this Friday and we’ll be working in my apartment.”

“No.” Sylus immediately shuts you down. You were ready to question him, but he adds on, “I’ll have Luke and Kieran pick you both up. I want you working in your studio where all your supplies are set up. I’ve already placed an order for Oil paints and it should be here for tomorrow night, so they’ll be prepared for you.”

“Oh my gosh, Sylus, stop!”

“I also included some brushes in the order. I noticed how your old one was leaving bristles in the paint and how you were struggling getting them out.”

There was a long pause over the phone before Sylus heard you crying. Bawling your eyes out, more like it. The silver-haired man was just left confused as he heard you constantly crying. “You're such a wonderful boyfriend! I don’t deserve you!” Ah, so you were thankful. He could only chuckle as he heard you blow your nose again.

The week went by fast. By Friday, when Sylus greeted you at the front door of his base, he had almost forgotten he had included your friend Sarah to come over. 

For you to have an uncle in the N109 Zone was something, because you visited from time to time. But for her, it was a different case. 

And then there was her finding out who he truly was. Sylus was ready to threaten her to keep her mouth shut on who he is, what he does, and where to find him-

But Sarah had other plans. 

“Pay me back by making me the Godmother of your children.” 

You immediately start choking on your boba shake that the two of you got before getting in the car that Sylus sent for you guys. Sylus just casually rubs and pats your back as you try to get your breathing in order. He looks at Sarah with a quirked brow and an expression that you knew for a fact that he was amused.

“Is that all it would take for you to not speak about me to outside sources?”

“Bitch, talk to who? Socializing takes a lot of hard work. And to find someone to sell info? You think I have the time and energy for that shit? Hell no.” The brunette flicked her hand a few times, as if shooing away the idea.

“Oh my gosh, Sarah, no.”

“It’s a deal then.”

“SYLUS NO!” 

Both Sarah and Sylus shook hands. You knew for a fact that Sylus would never back out of a deal; he always pays in full. 

You start wondering if you can pass Mephisto as your child. Along with the twins.

The rest of the evening, you and Sarah stayed in your art studio. Sylus was in his usual spot as he worked on his paperwork, though he kept getting distracted by the two of you laughing and joking around. He couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time, watching how you unravel from stress and insecurity. 

You needed this, he thought. To just be in a comfortable setting with him and a friend. Away from work. Away from school. Away from it all. 

 “Honestly, I’d say you should use the color combo you started with. Just change the hue and saturation of the paints.” Your friend's voice cuts off Sylus' thoughts as he watches Sarah demonstrate how to mix the acrylic paints.

“But the drawings… Do you think it’s ok? I mean, I know the other students have better painting experience than I… and the professor keeps making me go first! Like he just wants my art to be done with the critiquing.”

“What’s the name of your Professor again?”

“Tom, why?” You asked as you picked up a paint brush as you held the pallet, dipping your brush in the mixture and painting on the canvas along with Sarah. 

“Fuck his dreams, and fuck his nightmares. I’ll kick his ass if he gives you any shit.”

Sylus couldn’t help but snort from hearing that, no longer focusing on his paperwork. His full attention is now on both of you.

“Sarah, have you been in a fight?” You turn your attention to the brunette who pushes up her glasses and turns to you with a blank expression.

“No, and if I’m honest, I’ll probably lose. I’ll try though!”

“Oh my gosh, Sarah, no!” You shove your friend, causing her to laugh as she shoves you back.

It was like that for the rest of the night. Sylus watched as you and your friend worked on your art project together. It was two characters you created, both in a fighting stance and ready to battle. From what he recalls, they were an alien species you’ve created with deep, traumatic backgrounds. 

Sylus didn’t fully understand it, but when he saw how excited you were from the sketch you finished the other day before painting, he didn’t care if he fully understood it. It was created by you, and that’s all that mattered to him. So Sylus supported you, he supported you not just because he loved you, but because he believed in what you could do. That you truly do possess great talent. 

He just wishes others would appreciate your work as much as he does.

When the time came to turn in your project, Sylus waited with bated breath to know how your Professor felt. He waited all day for a text message from you or a phone call. 

The Leader of Onychines had Luke and Kieran on standby near his desk. If so much as he heard a sniffle from you, a hiccup, or god have mercy, a sob, would send those two out to have a… talk, with your Professor. And the twins would happily talk to him. The bastard made poor Ms. Painter cry! That wasn’t going to sit well with them.

But it was radio silence. All day, he didn’t get a text from you. Not even a call after he was done with some business.

He had Mephisto fly out to your apartment to check up on you, and before the crow was able to land on your windowsill… he was snatched up, letting out a high-pitched caw.

You were patiently waiting for either Sylus or Mephisto to drop by; either one would do! You just wanted to vent and didn’t have the energy to text or call.

“I’m ready to explode, Mephie. Explode, I say!” You hold the poor crow in your grasp. Mephisto struggled a bit but calmed when he found out it was you, letting out a friendly squeak as he looked up at you.

“Like- this motherfucker tells me ‘it’s an illustration of action that’s not active, so I don’t empathize with these characters’… What the fuck does that even mean?!” You walk across your small apartment to get to your bedroom. You quickly turn around and jump backwards, landing on your back.

You get comfy and hold Mephisto close to your chest, as if he were one of your stuffed animals. The mechanical crow didn’t seem to mind whatsoever, allowing you to hold him anyway you want to give you a sense of comfort.

“I’ve never taken advanced painting before, and I never will again. I swear, this class is making me hate painting more and more… I should just give up on it entirely.” Hearing that, Mephisto lifts his head and caws in protest. 

No! You can’t stop! Don’t ever stop from what you enjoy! 

“Heh, you think I shouldn’t stop, huh?” Mephisto nods to your question. You let him go and watch as he flew off to your desk.

Mephisto hopped around and pecked a few things that were lying around. When he spotted what he was looking for, he grabbed it with his beak and flew back over to your bed, dropping it right beside you.

It was one of your paint brushes. 

You couldn’t help but laugh when you sat up to grab it. “I have another project I need to start on. Do you want to help me, Mephie?” Mephisto bobbed his head and let out a beep. “Alright, let me get my stuff together. It’s on another large canvas.”

Sylus waited patiently still, and he felt like he could finally breathe when Mephisto updated him on what you were doing. When Mephisto sent a short video of you flinging paint at your blank canvas, he couldn’t help but let out a snort. Luke and Kieran poked their head in their boss’s office to ask if they could go handle your professor yet, but Sylus just shook his head and motioned for the twins to come over to him. 

In the video now, you were stabbing the canvas with your paintbrush. The twins couldn’t help but burst out laughing as they watched you attack your work with creative gusto. You pause for a second to give the cavas a break and walk over to the desk. Mephisto tilts his head in the video and watches as you come back with a painter's tape.

“I’m gonna shut this fucker up.”

Luke and Kieran were bent over laughing, basically wheezing as they watched you wrap your canvas in tape. Even a smile was forming on Sylus's face as he tried to cover it with his hand. 

You were acting like him when he was interrogating someone. 

“Where’s my switchblade?”

Kieran and Luke both came back to watch you pretend to question your project before stabbing it. Kieran had to step away as he was starting to cough from laughing, and tried to get his breathing in order. Luke inhales deeply, already getting his breathing in order as he watches you question your canvas and pretend to tease it with the knife before stabbing it.

“Boss, please, let us go visit her.” 

“Yes! Please! I wanna help her too!” Kieran had his breathing under control now as he and his twin both looked at their boss, hoping he would say yes.

“No, leave her be for now. She just needs to get it out of her system.” Sylus waves his hand, dismissing the idea of sending the twins over to pick you up or for them to visit you. 

“Mephie, attack!”

The sound of a caw was heard through the speaker on Sylus' phone and the next thing he sees is Mephisto stabbing the canvas with his beak. 

Only you, kitten, Sylus thought as he couldn’t help but chuckle at your demand. 

For the rest of the night, Sylus continues to request videos of you from Mephisto. Watching as you assaulted your art project was pure entertainment for him. He wanted to watch more of you just cursing at your paints and the canvas.

It took awhile, but eventually you finally calmed down and started calmly mixing your paints together. Mephisto helped while hopping from paint tube to paint tube when he thought a good color could be used.

Your final result was an abstract piece. Different colors splattered against the canvas and added a texture to it. Bumps and ridges formed over the dried acrylic as you began to strip off the painters tape, revealing an untouched canvas area that was protected by the tape. You go over those sections with a solid color careful that your paint brush doesn’t leave any of the bristles in the paint.

You created sections in the piece and began to paint something different in each one. You lift up a tube of red acrylic paint and squeeze out a large amount and begin to dip your hand in red paint and press it in the center. Mephisto watches as you apply more force to it before pulling back and going to wash your hand in the bathroom.

“Well, the background to this is going to be nice. Anyway, time to start the other one.” Mephisto perks his head up at that and caws at you, tilting his head in question. “Yeah, I have to make a second one.” 

“Cra! Caw!” 

“One more hour, buddy. Then I’ll go to bed, promise.”

Mephisto huffs as he goes to grab another tube of paint for you, ready to start the next project with you.

The next morning you called Sylus as soon as you woke up. His voice was husky and groggy as it sounded like you woke him up. 

“Ah- sorry, I can call you later. I forgot this is the time you usually go to bed.”

“Oh no, you don’t, sweetie. I’ve been waiting to hear from you all day. Are you doing better now?”

“Yeah. Did Mephisto tell you?” You were still curled up in your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin while holding the crow plushie. “I’m sorry I didn’t text or call you… I didn’t want to bother you with my many complaints. At this point, I must sound like a broken record complaining about the same damn thing, heh…” 

Sylus furrows his brows as he hears your nervous chuckle. You? A bother? Never. Not in a million years. And he’s sure in every single universe, you could never bother him, not even a little bit, even if you tried. How cute.

“Do you think speaking about your troubles would put me off, dear? I enjoy any time I get with you, even if it is you venting out your frustration. Which I must ask, did you get the intel from your victim?” Sylus couldn’t help but tease you, already imagining your confused expression before hearing a loud groan.

“Ugh… did Mephisto show you that?” You cover your head with the blanket. Even though Sylus couldn’t see you, you felt embarrassed by the idea of him watching you take out your frustration on a simple and innocent canvas. 

“Yes, the twins had a blast just watching you attack the poor canvas. They wanted to join you, but I told them not to bother you.”

“Tell them next time when I work on another painting, they can help stab it.” Sylus chuckles at that, already imagining the twins holding up their knives as they help you with your next project.

He hears you yawn on the other end of the call and chuckles. “Go back to sleep, kitten. You don’t have work today, right? Try and catch up on sleep.”

“But I’m not tired…” You rub your eyes as you say that. You're such a liar, and Sylus doesn’t need to see you to know you're still sleepy. 

Sylus was already being pulled back to his slumber by the sound of your soft breathing. He huffed out a chuckle and adjusted himself in his bed, lying on his back as he stared at the ceiling now. “When is your project due?”

“Hm, this one is due in a few days. I also need to work on my Welding project. I’m making a Uter-ring.” As soon as you said that, there was a long pause over the phone, and you think Sylus fell back asleep. But you were proven wrong when you heard the sound of fabric from his bed shifting.

“A what?”

“A Uter-ring. A ring that looks like a Uterus.” 

Sylus had to sit up in bed because he knew what his girlfriend was going to say was going to be ridiculous, and yet, it was just like her. He couldn’t help but snort and cover the smile on his face, even though nobody was around to witness it.

“Babe! I can hear you laughing!”

I’m sorry, I just- why?”

“It’s called art for a reason. It would be hard to explain it to you.”

Sylus huffed and shook his head, yet he couldn’t get rid of the ridiculous smile on his face. “Well, when you finish it, I wanna see this ‘Uter-ring’ that my lovely partner made.” As soon as he heard you giggling, he decided to lie back down. “Now get some sleep, kitten.”

“Ok, ok… Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you.” Right after you said those words, you hung up. Tossing your phone across your bed in favor of squealing into your pillow. 

It’s not the first time you’ve said those three words. And it will never be the last, but you just couldn’t help but get all fuzzy every time you tell him how you feel.

Over where Sylus was, he just looked at his phone after his call with you. He taps it a few times and presses it against his ear, hearing the dial tone. Once he heard your soft voice greeting him as if you didn’t just hang up on him, he smirked.

“I love you, too, kitten.”

Usually, your Professor made you go first. You don’t know why, since he didn’t do it based on alphabetical order, but you think it’s because he just wants to get yours over with. 

As if showing off your work was a waste of time.

But today you were last. You weren’t sure if it was because your Professor wanted to give you a break from always calling you out, or maybe because you have something he may like.

When it finally came to the critiquing of your piece, everyone loved it. They complemented the chaotic nature of it, from the cuts and the paint splatter, your classmates encouraged you to make more of something like this. Even during the critiquing period, it felt like advice more than it did insults or to tear you down from what you made.

You stood there completely confused. You were thankful and happy for the advice, along with the compliments your classmates gave you…

But where was all of this when you worked on your other pieces?

When class was over, you began to gather your stuff and place them in your bag before carefully grabbing your two projects. You were thankful that it was the last class of the day before you went home. All you wanted to do was go home and think about your emotions during the whole ordeal. 

As you exited the main building, you saw a small crowd gathered at the front entrance of the school gates. Mostly girls pointing at someone and giggling behind their hands. 

When you got to the front gates, you saw just what they were pointing at.

There, Sylus was casually leaning against the hood of a black convertible as he was looking at his phone. You stood there staring at him, looked behind you at the group of girls, and then turned back around to stare at your boyfriend.

They want to admire your hot boyfriend? Well they are about to admire him along with his dumbass girlfriend.

You carry your canvases above your head and sprint full on towards him.

Sylus was scrolling through his phone to pass the time as he waited for you. He was going through old text messages between you and him, smiling at some of the dumb jokes or events that you shared with him. His thoughts were broken when he heard the sound of hard footsteps approaching. When he looked up, Sylus saw you carrying your canvases above your head, practically charging at him. 

You then dropped your projects and launched yourself at your boyfriend. 

Sylus has to quickly use his evol to catch your art before it hits the pavement as he braces himself for your impact. You jump on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Sylus couldn’t help but laugh as he used his evol to be placed in the back of his car before moving his arms to support you before you fell off of him.

“Well, this is a surprise, kitten. Or should I call you koala? Because you sure are enjoying being one right now.”

“Shush, trees don’t talk. They only support the koala as they latch onto them,” you retort back which causes Sylus to snort. 

Sylus didn’t mind people staring. They could stare all they wanted. “Why did you throw your work? I would have accepted this affection either way.”

“Don’t care about the work, I want my boyfriend…” You mumbled against his chest and nuzzled against him.

Sylus rolls his eyes, but there is no annoyance to it. He began to walk to the passenger side of his car, adjusting his hold on you to hold you with one arm and open the car door with the other. He goes to try and get you to sit in the passenger seat, but you don't unwrap your legs from around his waist. “Honey… are you going to be difficult?”

“... No?” You pull your face away from his chest and look up at Sylus, giving him the best innocent eyes you could give.

You still don’t unwrap your legs, which causes your boyfriend to raise a brow. 

“You say no, yet you're still being difficult. I guess we won’t go see the surprise I made for you.” Sylus lets out a long sigh, acting like he’s disappointed. 

You finally unwrap yourself from Sylus and look up at him with furrowed brows. “You made me something?” Your mind began to race with multiple things on what Sylus, the Leader of Onychines, could have made for you.

It couldn’t be a gun, no. You don’t need one, and you don’t feel comfortable carrying one around. Sylus has tried to give you one in the past, so he knows you would be safe, but you refused every time. So instead, he taught you how to use one, just in case you came across one and needed to use one. 

You like going on motorcycle rides with him, where you get to sit behind him and hold him. Though you have never actually driven one before, so it couldn’t be that.

If he bought another fucking castle just for you, you were going to be pissed! As sweet as it was, 5 castles is way too much for someone like you!

Sylus chuckles as he watches you try and figure out what he could have possibly planned for you. The facial expressions you were making were hilarious, and he couldn’t help but flick you on your forehead, which caused you to flinch and be brought back to reality. “Whatever is running through your head right now, it's going to be wrong.”

“I was just thinking about how mad I’m going to be if you bought me another castle,” you say as you rub your forehead while he prompts you to sit in the passenger seat. Sylus closes the car door and walks to the driver's side.

When he sat down and adjusted his mirrors, you looked over at him, thinking that his silence was a yes.

“Sylus I swear-,”

“I didn’t buy a castle. You told me the last time you didn’t want to have the responsibility of having 5 castles. I made something that would be more meaningful; something I know you would love.” 

You turned your attention to Sylus as he started up the car and carefully began to drive out of the pickup area of the school. He hands you a pair of yellow star-shaped sunglasses that he kept in the car for you. They were an impulse buy, and Sylus thought they looked cute on you, so they always stayed in his car.

“So what is the surprise anyway?” You take the sunglasses from him and place them on your face. Sylus glances over at you, smiling at how adorable you look, before he has to shift his gaze back on the road.

“It's a surprise, so I can't tell you.”

It was a long drive, and you weren’t sure where Sylus was taking you. During the whole drive, you rapid-fired him with question after question. Even poking his bicep and cheek a few times to get him to answer. All the silver-haired male had to do was place his hand on your knee, and that got you to shut up and behave yourself. 

Sylus didn’t do it as a threat, oh no. He did it because he knew you would become a shy, blushing mess. 

And it was fun to tease you when you got like that.

It was a 3-hour drive, and Sylus took you to one of the Warehouses he owns in the N109 zone. You were ready to question why he brought you here when you exited his car, but you were more curious about why he was pulling your two art projects from the back seat. 

You were about to open your mouth, but he answered before you had the chance to question. “Just adding two more pieces for the Exhibit.”

“Exhibit? What exhibit?” You follow after him as he walks over to the warehouse holding both your pieces. He doesn’t answer you, but he turns his head towards you and gives you one of his rare, gentle smiles. 

Both of you made it to the front of the warehouse, where one of the doors was already open… and surprisingly decorated?

Sylus lets you walk inside first, and you nearly lose your breath.

A small section of the warehouse was transformed into a mini art exhibit. Large Panels were propped up like fake walls, and some of your paintings were displayed on them. You were so focused on seeing your work on pedestals and displays that you didn’t even notice that there were other people here, admiring your work.

“Sylus… what is all this?” You turn to see your boyfriend still holding your latest works and walk over to two of the empty panels. Sylus places them on each one and displays them with precision, making sure they are displayed straight and aren’t tilting in any way.

“My little Artist was starting to feel insecure about her Paintings and Artwork. She said she was beginning to lose interest in it due to a professor criticizing her hard work and passion. As a fan of her work, I wanted to let her know that others enjoy her piece as much as I do.” Sylus backs away from the Display panel and admires the painted canvas. 

Though his gaze moved over to you as he saw you, your eyes started to become misty. A gentle smile graced his lips as he reached out to you and carefully pulled you closer to him. As soon as you were flushed by his side, you wrapped both arms around him and rested your head against his arm.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“No, I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. I wanted to show off the projects you worked so hard on, the silly doodles you make, and the characters you create with intense backstories. I may not understand everything you draw, but I love hearing the passion you have for what you create. “ 

A stray tear falls from your eye, and Sylus wipes it away. You look up at him to see the gentle gaze he was looking down at you with, making your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I like to think the opposite. As someone as creative and expressive as you, a person like me doesn’t deserve a bright star like you, sweetie.”

“Sylus, shut up, I’m going to start crying if you keep talking like that.” 

Sylus chuckles and plants a kiss on your head. You nuzzle your face more into his body and hold him tighter.

“Ah shit, I wanted to say hi but I think I’m interrupting something.” You perked your head up when you heard a familiar voice, turning your head you saw Sarah approaching the two of you. 

“Oh my gosh! You're here?!”

“Uh, yeah? I was invited by your boyfriend.”

“But did you have to dress like… that?” Sylus motioned to the outfit she wore. A duck-patterned shirt with blue jeans.

“You said I was more than welcome to wear something comfortable!”

“Yes, but I was hoping for more casual wear.”

“Bitch, this is casual,” Sarah said as she strikes a pose, causing you to snort and go into a laughing fit. Sylus shook his head but he couldn’t be mad. Your friend was able to make you laugh like this was a blessing, and he was happy to see you be so carefree. 

Once you got your breathing in order, you started talking to your friend about the exhibit. Sarah explains to you that this was more of Sylus’s idea to set everything up. He was the one to buy the display pedestals and panels

“This asshole right here called me at 3 am to ask me if I knew anything on how to set up an art exhibit. I said no, and he sent me a list of things he might need and a gift card to a fast food joint.”

“You bribed my friend?” You turn your head to Sylus, who acted innocent. 

“Who me? Never. I wouldn’t dream of bribing a dear friend of yours to help set up something that would be a lot to you. Why would you think such a thing?” Sylus smiled the whole time as he sarcastically answered you.

Sarah lets out a sigh and crosses her arms before shaking her head. She looks up at you with a smile, “I miss my wife, Tails.”

You snorted at the words she said, and Sylus only looked confused but smiled nevertheless.

“I'll be back,” Sarah waves to you as she walks off, heading to another part of the exhibit where a woman is standing and admiring one of your sketches. 

“What was so funny about what she said?”

“I’ll explain it to you another time. It’s just a video we both love to watch,” You confess as you try to hide your smile behind your hand. Sylus was still confused, but he just playfully flicked your forehead, making you playfully swat at him. 

Through the rest of the night, you walked around the art exhibit that was dedicated to you. The people that came were actually some of Sylus people that work under him. They complimented your hard work and expressed how wonderful each piece was. Though some expressed they weren’t a huge art fan and wouldn’t usually go to an art exhibit, they did get a laugh from some of the brief explanations of the pieces and enjoyed seeing your colorful work.

Sylus loved seeing you light up with every compliment his workers gave you. The sparkle in your eyes when they asked you to explain more of your work, the way you laugh with your explanations, he couldn’t get enough of you. 

He was falling in love with you all over again.

Luke and Kieran came over and started showing you their drawings and sketches. While they were helping Sarah set everything up, your work inspired them to start their own. You laugh at the cute stick figure drawings they made, praising them for their hard work and giving them both pats on the head, which they accepted happily. 

A few hours go by, and the mini-exhibit begins to come to an end. All the guests say goodbye to you and Sylus, especially Sylus. They were thankful to their leader for allowing them to see such wonderful pieces that you created, and wanted to ask if there will ever be another.

You didn’t know how to answer that, so you just looked up at Sylus… who was looking down at you with a smile. He was waiting for your answer, and you weren't even sure what to say! 

You turn back to the few people who asked you the question, and try to appear more confident, yet you are also unsure of yourself. “Um… Maybe? I’m not sure, but once I make more pieces, we can set something up!” That answer was enough for them as they thanked you once again before leaving.

Sarah and her wife came over to say their goodbyes before heading out. This was also the first time meeting her wife too. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, my name is Elissia. Sarah is always sharing stories and jokes that you both tell each other.” Elissia smiles and shakes your hand. She was pretty; with her black hair braided to the side and wearing a yellow and white floral-patterned sundress. She was even wearing rubber duck clip-on earrings, just to match with Sarah.

“It's nice to meet you, Elissia. And thank you for coming. I… honestly didn’t know anything about this until a few hours ago,” you said, shyly rubbing the back of your neck. 

“I figured. She was rushing while buying all the supplies this morning. When I asked what was going on, she only said ‘The damn Fruitsmith’, and went off to the nearst hardware store.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like her.”

Sylus and Sarah were standing off to the side, watching you and Elissia chat. Both of them were just admiring their partners from a short distance. Without breaking his gaze away from you, Sylus spoke up to speak to Sarah.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“How many godchildren do you want?” Sylus heard her snort and glanced over to him, seeing Sarah begin to ponder.

“Can’t have just one… and I want it to be less than eight.”

“YOU WANT ME TO HAVE EIGHT CHILDREN?!” Both Sarah and Sylus turn to see you staring at them with a modified expression.

“Excuse you. We are trying to have a private conversation here.”

“Not if it involves my womb!” 

Before Sarah says something, Elissia comes over and begins pushing Sarah out the door. “Don’t listen to her! I’m just gonna take her away for now. It was nice meeting you!” Elissia waves as she turns to Sarah and begins scolding her.

“Eight? Eight children?! What is wrong with you?!”

“I was only joking! I didn’t think she would hear!”

“You're lucky I love you and decided to marry you.”

Their voices begin to fade out, and the only ones left in the warehouse are you and Sylus. He steps over to you and wraps an arm around your waist. You try and act annoyed, but you lean against him while looking at your old sketches.

“You are Sarah are always teasing me.”

“We’re practically Besties at this point.” You giggle at the image of Sylus and Sarah hanging out like two friends. 

Sylus looks down at you fondly. When you look up at him, he swore he can see stars in your eyes, how the light shimmered in them. He chuckles when you look away from him as to hide your increasing blush. But he didn’t let you, he hooked a finger under your chin and brought your gaze back to him, and from there he leaned down to kiss you. You let out a soft hum and close your eyes. Sylus carefully cups your face in his palms and breaks away.

“I love you so much. I will support everything you do, and all you do. Even if it pains me to see you struggle, I will always be here to catch you.” His words were just a whisper against your lips, but his declaration was loud and clear.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a small kiss on his lips. “I love you, too. And thank you for being here for me.” Sylus wraps his arms around you tightly and buries in face in the crevice of your neck. 

Work was still going to be hell, and you knew your classes were going to get harder. But you were starting to feel like everything was going to be alright.

As your biggest fan, Sylus was going to be right here to support you. 

I hope you all enjoyed it! I'll be making a masterlist soon for Lads it seems, so be on the lookout for that!

For now, I'm gonna focus on the ones in my inbox, and hopefully I'll make more of stuff like this in the future!

[ramshackledtrickster]

Not sure on colors yet, but here’s my take on ac unity’s Maximilien Robespierre !

I really wish the game made him a more nuanced character than just an outright villain. Not saying he had to be a saint, but I would really have loved to see him as an ally that you couldn’t save in the end and see his paranoia grow throughout the game.

Notes: I designed him in mind to be analytical and difficult to read on the exterior so that could build up certain intrigue as well as give off the more popular, cold impression he has in general pop culture depictions. But surely enough, you can see there’s more to him the more you interact and learn about him. I also drew him younger than his design in the game because he honestly looked a bit too old for when he died at 36.

I don’t have a super realistic style or anything so a lot of my design choices wouldn’t work for the game’s realistic style, but this is my main reference for if I want to draw ac unity Robespierre some more (and mentally rewriting parts as I go). I’m not an expert or anything tho so take some (or most) of this with a grain of salt. I’m down for more research and reading recs for a more well rounded characterization of him btw !!

I had in mind to somewhat echo the gesture and some design details reminiscent of a bird or pigeon (since Robespierre was fond of pigeons irl), so the stiffer shape of his ponytail is meant to echo the fanned tail of a bird but it’s also a really clean cut like a blade just went through it. His ankles and wrists are also really slim for this bird-aspect reason.

He’s also got green tinted glasses for his poor vision, but if I were to bring this into color it’d be much darker to maintain the mystery around him depending on the shot.

I do like assassin’s creed’s little shoulder cape they gave him so I wanted to keep that !

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[rottingdotratt]

Obscura boys 3d model notes/process 😝😝

With the final dude created and this little project coming to a close I thought it'd be fun to put together a little overview with some of my thoughts about each one

Up first we got Oleander

I decided to do oleander first because I knew he would be the most annoying. And he was. Though I'm not sure if that's moreso because of him or because he was the third vroid model I made ever. He definitely took the longest but I also think he turned out really nice 😋 as long as you ignore his jacket clipping through itself every time he moves

4/10 overall experience

After oleander I made Keir because he is boring. because his black and brown color pallet and practical fashion sense seemed like a nice pallette cleanser. Though I never could've imagined just HOW FUCKING ANNOYING HIS GIANT BOOBS WERE OH MY GOD TRYING TO DRAW STRAIGHT LINES ACROSS HIS MASSIVE HONKERS WAS A NIGHTMARE THEY WARP AND DEFORM EVERYTHING WITHIN A 10 MILE RADIUS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ also his hair was super annoying but it was doable. He probably took the least amount of time all together but I kept putting it off so it took way longer

6/10 overall experience

After Keir I made Francesco because I asked on the discord who I should make next and 1 person said Fran 😎😎😎 he went pretty fast I felt, maybe it was because I was getting the hang of vroid finally or maybe it's cause I was listening to Pinkerton. it all went pretty well except for THAT STUPID FUCKING MIDDLE PART OH MY GOD YOU WOULDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE BUT IT WAS THE WORST HAIRSTYLE I HAD TO MAKE HANDS DOWN NO COMPETITION AND THEN WHEN I CONVERTED HIM TO PMX ALL THE PHYSICS WERE WHACK AND HE LOOKED LIKE HE HAD HORRIBLE STATIC CLING SO I HAD TO FIX HIS HAIR AND EXPORT HIM A SECOND TIME‼️‼️‼️‼️ but other than that he was smooth sailing and very polite

8/10 overall experience

And last but not least Cirrus

Ok I think I cheated for this one.. Like there's this vtuber named Pallas in the discord who already made Cirrus assets for vroid and they graciously let me use them so I didn't have to make the scarf, the shoes, or that dangly charm thing he has which are all the hardest parts so all I really did was make the hair, the mask, and the robe which I did lickety split😝😝😝 I'm not complaining though

9/10 overall experience

WAIT WE'RE NOT DONE YET🤯🤯🤯🤯 BONUS MODEL

my vespersona Lepidoptera

She was the second vroid model I made ever and she has the jank to prove it 😎😎😎 but without her the other dudes would not exist because what's the point of making 4 boyfriends if there isn't somebody for them to be 4 boyfriends for. And I guess I also learned a lot about making textures and using the hair tool and vroid in general and the separate program that can make textures transparent even though I didn't use it for any of the obscura dudes

I don't really have anything to say about her process besides making your own ocs is a cakewalk compared to characters you didn't make because you know what their back looks like even if you haven't drawn it

8/10 overall experience

Ok now I'm done 😋 thanks for reading

[rafaron1223]

I'M BACK FOR MORE SXF CONTENT!

To preface, a month ago, I learned about an interview with Tatsuya Endo on Spy x Family on a magazine that came out in 2020. Well, today I finally got it!

There were a lot of cool illustrations and drafts from the early days of Spy x Family that I don't think have reached a lot of the fans in the West due to this being a JP magazine.

The article is a whopping 8 pages! 6/8 of them is the actual interview, but there's so much text in here that it'll take me a while to translate the whole thing.

And before I forget, I present this Anya doodle by Endo for the interview.

I'll be gradually sharing my first impressions about the contents of this interview, but I'd like to dedicate this post to this particular section featuring the initial cover designs!

We'll start backwards with the one that stands out the most: Franky on Volume 4. This is just a speculation, but it seems like he was still planned to be the uncle at the time of this drawing. You can also see him sitting on an LC7 Swivel Chair, which is designed by the same person who designed the Grand Confort LC2 Petit Modèle armchair that we see Loid sitting on in Volume 1. And if Endo taught us anything about characters sitting on different chairs made by the same designer, they're pretty good friends.

In our current day, I think it's really funny that it took Franky four more volumes to finally get his own cover. God bless him.

Next is Yor on Volume 3, who, interestingly enough, is sitting on the sitting on a Heart Cone Chair, which is currently used by Fiona on the Volume 6 cover. Compared to the current version, Yor appears to have a more serene look, and the poses are quite similar. You can also see the aspect of blood stains on the floor remaining in the current version of Volume 3.

As for Anya on Volume 2, compared to the final version, she's dressed in her regular clothes rather than her Eden Academy uniform, and Mr. Chimera is seated at her right instead of her left. The pose is also different too, with Anya sitting with spread legs with her hands in front of her.

Also, it was stated by Endo before in the Eyes Only fanbook that the colors on the Marshmallow Sofa in Volume 2 are an original addition, so it's interesting to see the actual black and white colors used in this draft.

And last but not least, we have Loid. I saved him for last since his cover had a lot of versions that I think are worth looking at.

A lot of things are pretty similar here, with Loid sitting on a Grand Confort LC2 Petit Modèle armchair with a gun in his right hand (the pic quality doesn't show it, but trust me, he is) while staring forward. As for differences, Loid starts off in a pose with open legs while holding a mask in his left hand. Also, something that should be mentioned is that the detail of the characters hiding items under their chair seems to be absent.

Below is the process of how Endo-sensei got to Volume 1's final design. The first draft had Loid crossing his legs while holding his face with his hand. In the second, he's spreading his legs and holding a hat this time. You can also see the bullet casings at his feet. Maybe a prelude to the "under the chair" aspects of the volume covers? According to the captions, Endo drew these drafts on Clip Studio Paint. These drafts got rejected and we end up getting Loid in his iconic pose, which was developed into what we see now.

can't believe we lost manspreading Loid but oh well

As for the bottom half, these are other considered designs during the draft. The first and third covers look pretty plain and generic, but the second one is pretty reminiscent of the Forger's family portrait while the fourth reminds me of this extra page from Volume 4. But I can see why these designs were scrapped by Endo. Though I can see the second cover getting a cover near the end of the manga in the future, or something like that.

Overall, these images were really interesting to look at! I love looking at the drafts of Spy x Family and seeing where things could have gone. Though I'm pretty bugged that this magazine came out 5 years ago and I'm only learning about it now.

The next post will be about Endo's initial plot for Spy x Family! Look forward to it!

[theoldkyokodied]

Hello! I really love your art! I was wondering if you have any tips on how to capture the person the facial features of the person you are drawing so well?(!) Your Billy and Stu are is amazing! Although it is in your style (which I absolutely adore) you still keep their likeness/resemblance which is very hard for me to do when trying to draw them in my style! (Sorry if the wording is confusing, any tips?) Thanks!

Ah thank you so much and sorry for taking so long to reply, but I needed to figure out how to answer this.

I have put some general tips together, but I need to point out that none of these replace the time investment of learning art. It is merely a suggestion of direction for practice, and I don’t want anyone to feel discouraged if any of these tips don’t immediately make them into a master of arts. Art practice is not easy and it can be frustrating to not be up to your own standards yet, but you will get there! :) In the meantime: be kind to yourself!

That said, let’s get to the tips I can share:

1) Use references!

I usually create a reference sheet for any character I want to draw more often, with their face in lots of different angles. Being able to know how, for example, someone’s nose looks like from the side and from the front can be essential when it comes to recognition. You basically want to be able to create a 3 dimensional object with these references. I tend to need the references less the more I draw the character, after a while i just memorise their key aspects for drawing them from most angles :)

2) Figure out key-features of a person

Try to figure out how to simplify someone in a drawing. What are their most striking features that NEED to be included? Sometimes it helps when you try to think of what features a caricaturist would accentuate in a caricature of them. Here you have some features that I personally try to focus on when I draw billy:

As mentioned in the bottom right corner, the placement of these key-features is also important. Try to figure out where things are placed in relation to other facial features and mind their size as well. this becomes easier the more you do it!

If you struggle to find out what features are important you can also look up other fan-artists stylised work you like and try to see what they chose to highlight :)

3) Do studies!

4) focus on values and contrast before considering color

doing a study without a sketch by blocking in shapes can help you figure out the planes of a characters face

as you can see here, stu’s eyebrows kind of blend in with the shadows of his brow bone, which is why I usually draw his eyebrows pretty light/in a color that doesn’t have high contrast with the skin tone, it makes him instantly more recognisable in my opinion

5) Draw (a lot)

I have been drawing basically every day since I was a child, but my ability to actually draw someone recognisable has only developed in the recent years. And I don’t think I’m done with learning. In the undying words of Bob Ross: “Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you’re willing to practice, you can do”.

I hope my tips can help a bit and and perhaps lend you some motivation for the never ending practice that every artist has to face :’) <3

[moonieandi]

corners and walls | silco x f!reader  

Summary: the grief of loss shakes apart the friends of four, leaving silco and her to pick up the pieces of the complex affliction between them

warnings (TW): slight spoilers for arcane season ii//act ii, swearing, mentions of death, alcohol mentioned, general trauma, violence (implied)

tags: established relationship, honestly for once NOT dumbasses, angst… comfort?, affection

notes: i think this is a oneshot. Im not completely sure (im kinda maybe sure) that this is a oneshot… im allowed to write about my interests! (pt 11 of snapshots in my drafts rn its a complicated ch im wrestling w myself about posting)--- but im in arcane brainrot…. I love dissecting it and unfortunately for all of u i LOVE silco……… hes a questionable character…… but the way the action of season ii is going i need something familiar in my life while looking at (doomed) victor/jayce (heavy sighs) — if u don’t wanna read i understand this is a moonie want (and need) — love youuuuuu <3 

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There were corners of her he did not know. 

Folds of her linens and clothes he moved to uncover in the past months. She was quiet, silent in the visage he had drawn of her, but stubborn (something familiar) and something of great consistency to him. 

It was hard to quantify her, easier to dismiss. She was not special. Of common stature and of common shape. Plain colors adorned her closet, plain and even temperament, plain tone, and of plain face. 

That is what they would say when uncovering her past. Now that she was part of this mess, part of the mess he had sheltered her into (part of the mess Vander had shepherded her into). The dream of a larger nation, of overarching architecture and structure and reasoning. A voice, they figured between the four of them, a voice that would listen and learn and speak loudly in the face of the injustices they had survived and crawled through. 

But he figured they would only comment on her appearance, perhaps. Of her coal stained shoes and the dirt under her picked nails. 

They would not know the woman behind it all. Would not know of Felicia either (now). Not with the violence inflicted on the bridge. Not with the weapon staining his hand (an accident he had sworn to them both). 

He knew of the woman before him though, knew of her mind and spite and grit. Knew of her work and the lengths and dredges she had come from. Knew of her grief. Something he sequestered in the back of his mind. Survive survive survive. She had once compared Zaun’s residents to roaches. Unkillable, dirty, and strikingly annoying. She meant it in an endearing way, she had to. She was a roach too. 

It was a different kind of insect, a different animal, that drove him to draw a gun on the woman he loved so dearly. He wouldn’t have thought to wrap a finger around the trigger if it weren’t for the feral instinct of preservation. He could discern danger like a sense, it came as easily as smell, as sight, as breathing. But it had him stuttering now, seeing her on the other end of his warranted violence (was it warranted?). 

She was a structure of poise, like usual. Another reason to keep the gun drawn to her. The silence in her acceptance of his decision. He knew though, that if they both survived the grief of his mistake she wouldn’t forgive him- never forgive him for registering her as a threat. How could she be? 

He had been waiting for the retaliation. He hid away in corners and along dark walls in wait. He waited for Vander to seek a sort of violence in him, the last violence the large man would ever do. Seek blood in the name of their shared friend, for the orphans he made. He was sick, sick with the thought of it most days. But composed, up until this point. Up until Vander used his last facilities to shake his roach of a mind from the corners of the nation they once dreamed of in the depth of caves and between stone-cold walls. She was it, was that thing that would make him waver, and he knew that. 

She had her palms raised, hands shaking. But composed, as usual. It was hard to shake the structure of her. She was rarely surprised by violence, much less the plights of men. She wasn’t quick to anger, wasn’t weepy at the thought of destruction, and stood as strong as cavernous walls, sturdy against the infrastructure of the Undercity. He admired that, he loved that. 

She had only shaken a total of three times, in front of him. Only bent her head and neck and bowed before him in emotion all of three times. Imprinted in his mind, the cascade of her hair, the shaking of her shoulders, and the sightless grief in her eyes. 

The first was the first time he truly saw her. She consumed herself with work. Whether it be their laborious job in the mines or the turmoil of finding justice in an unjustified upbringing. She had broken one day, that very first day. 

She was a sightless, unknowing girl in the crowd. But something about her hunched structure had struck him differently that day. He was younger then, only twelve. He knew of empathy but had yet to experience it. But he was shackled by it then, that day, when he first saw her. Hands bloody through her miners' gloves, shoes holey from the trek to and fro. She was younger, by a year or two. It was not unusual to find distressed children in the Undercity, perhaps more common than people would like to comment. Children, like they were, grew along the walls and innards of the city, meshed into stony hallways and bridges, faded into noise and paint of the background. It should go unnoticed by most, a crying child. But it struck him differently, then. 

The second, the day she confessed unfounded feelings. Years in the making, the dredges of the relationship between them. Even now, he could not comprehend the strings that were strapped between them. It was more than stuttered words and whispered confessions. It felt undying between them, an acceptance. 

She had been confused at the progression of their relationship, as was he. No reference to be found between them of a structure to hold their relationship. They took it in stride, took and molded their wants between them to breathe easily. Wind through a metal chime, ultimately peaceful, but prone to knots. Their strings overlaying, knotting, tightening. He had never thought to unweave them when he fled. The tug of knots and her heart led her back to him anyway. 

The third time would be now. The shake of her hands and the draw of her legs. The shimmering tears rounding along her chin. She was beautiful. She never liked when he said so, but she was captivating. He didn’t enjoy seeing her cry, it unsettled a deep dark part of him. One he would crush and stamp down, that domineering possessive part of him. He thinks of drawing the gun to his foot, squeezing the trigger at his incompetence and attitude to make her cry (this was the second time now, he swore, two strikes in the threads between them). 

“Please.” She never pleaded. “Please Silco, come home.” The grit of her teeth against a stutter, the shuddering of her breath in the cavities of her chest. Grief, unfounded. 

“You know I can’t, dear.” Too quick for his liking, he responded. He had backed himself into a dark corner, grown leaves into walls, and hid in shadows of the Undercity bridges now. It would have to be without her though, he grieved again. He had sunk so far into the stones, in the murky water of the Undercity, it wouldn’t be safe for her to follow. 

“I’m sorry.” An afterthought. A forethought. What he apologized for was lost between the notch of string on his belt and the thread leading back to her shirt. Was it for Felicia? His grief? Or was it for leaving her? (Was it for the children? For the young girls that remember his visage in Felicia’s home? For the blue-haired pixy girl that asked for him between shattered bombed dreams? The girls she shushed and rocked and cried to sleep?) 

She liked to think it was for all of it. Her stupid heart forgave him anyway. 

She was far from naive, far from gullible. 

She knew of men and violence and dark waters by the ripe age of nine. Something she would teach Felicia’s daughters now too. It was why she lived, why she breathed still, her unwillingness to bend and snap her neck in the face of shadows and men. But she had forsaken that for him, craved a subjugation in his waters, and wished to follow him up ivy walls and read the ink scrawled on his stupid notebooks. Wanted to breathe life into his ideas and into Zaun. She’d follow him into the dark, knowingly leaving the unsaught dawn behind her. 

She only bent because she knew the power between them was equal though. She was sure of exactly three things when it came to Silco. 

The first being that he was flippantly deep. That he thought not in breaths but in paragraphs. That he could not speak but write for hours on end, that he could comprehend and listen and swallow and accept, and that he did not react in haste. He was full of purpose and determination. It was more than endearing, almost blindingly inspiring that he wished for not better but only ever the best. 

The second being that he was a perfectionist. That his scripture was scrawling and hard to read, but comprehensive. That he enjoyed messes only because he enjoyed the meticulousness of planning and cleaning up. That he loved the structure of homes and corners of houses and the craft of cleaning something that was truly his. 

The third being that he loved of equal measure, that she was most sure of, could recognize in the dead of the night, in the depth of caves. That he was severely serious when it came to the strings strung between them, and not because of the disorder of them. He would have color-coded, would have untwisted knots, and lengthened rope if he wanted to. But that was the truth of it, that he was the farthest from a perfectionist when it came to love. That he didn’t measure distances and didn’t note words between them, because he threw away the scale of them long ago. Pulled her close, twisted words between them, and sang and hummed to her in crooks of her neck. That he wished for her continued safety above anything, and far above his own. She knew for a fact, was sure of it as she was of the red-pitched brick outside the bar. It was as cumbersome as the smoggy sky, but as easy to swallow as any dark liquor. That he loved her in dark corners that made him. 

But there were dark corners of her he did not know of yet. 

That the consuming grief of her long-time friend sent her into a rage, that the stabilization and measurements between them fell and broke when he was not there for her to confide in. She wished above all else that he had stayed, that he had faced Vander’s anger. She had stayed, breathed, and swam the storm of their mutual friends' grief. Stayed for the children and for their grief also. Did that make him a coward?

“For what.” She asks, the caverns of her lungs shaking now. Her hands weak, falling to her side. “Don’t say that, don’t say that if you don’t know what for.” It was senseless and miscalculated of him to say sorry. He is so purposeful, so full of preserverations. She just wished he did not feel he had to preserve himself in the face of her. 

The gun shakes now, dropping to his side, his finger poised along the trigger still. The depth of the scarcity of her image still shook him. It had been weeks, what felt like months since he’d seen her face. 

He had seen her in crowds, seen the children marking her frame and clutched in her arms. It shook him to not wake up to her face anymore, much less her smell or her frame or her voice. Her face though, the visage of tears and the weakness of her arms, awoke something in him. 

He had to remember himself, why he left. To build a nation, to structure a future for her. For the new shadows of Felicia that followed in her wake now. 

“Everything.” He meant. “For everything, my love.” 

She sighs deeply, tired. Her head tilting to the left on instinct. Powder made a home in the crook of her neck most nights now. 

It was striking to see him. She dreamed of him between nightmares and dreamless sleep. Dreamed of waking up to him, of the quirk of his lips and the crook of his nose. The smell of him and the warmth of his embrace. The fold of his jacket around her shoulders and the breath of a kiss along her brow. When she woke she could not decide the ups and downs of walls, couldn’t decide if it was a tortuous nightmare to be awake or to be asleep. 

It strikes her when he steps forward from the shadowed corner she had backed him into. His hair is longer, his eyes deeper and darker, his clothes caked with dirt. She thinks to be insistent again. Thinks of bringing him home despite Vanders’ anger, despite the grief they shared between them. But wasn’t Silco grieving also? 

He approaches with stuttering steps. Unsure of the length of strings between them, grasping her to tie her tight again to him, when he reaches for the curve of her cheek and jaw. 

“Don’t cry.” He commands for the third time in her life, sweeping his thumb and fingers along her wet cheeks. She shutters around it, breathing between the mess of string and space between them. 

“Good.” He hums, bringing his fingers to the nape of her neck, curving her neck up in revelation. He bends his own in subjugation to her, curving his shoulders and bowing to her visage to meet familiarly between them. Curving his slight frame and lips against her own warmth, the common parts of her beat faster at the affection. It burst between them, the movement of endearment and familiarity. She forgot about this above all, missing the plainer parts of life you don’t know to miss until they are gone. 

She’d miss him again and again, would string along strings and set fires in dark paths and along walls searching for him. They’d say goodbye now, and say goodbye again once she traced him back down to the cobblestone he had slid into and out of. She’d look for him in architecture and in the children of the Undercity, she’d swear and kiss away it all now, though. Anything to push off the knots between them, anything to stop a stuttering goodbye between them that was as inevitable as her own death. A thousand of them, these tiny goodbyes, she’d take though, if it meant he lived. 

Lived farther down below than she’s ever been. But then again, there were corners and foothills in her mind he did not know of, yet. 

[bluegekk0]

Finished designs for the FPK Dragon AU! Very happy with how they turned out, I'm definitely going to draw more art for this side AU in the future

Some short info and close-ups below

General AU stuff:

I don't have many story or world details yet, but in general it would be quite simplified and changed in a lot of ways

The vessels are not a thing, though The Radiance does exist and the infection would still happen in some shape or form (I haven't thought of the details yet). Holly's purpose would still be to put a stop to it, but the whole aspect of emotionless void beings is not included

Humans don't exist in this world, so the one above is simply to get an idea of their scale. The dragons in that world are sapient and live in communities, a lot of them can use magic and similar powerful abilities

More info to be added as I brainstorm it, and I might design more characters for the AU in the future

Character specific stuff:

Vyrm - a lot of his backstory is very similar to the main AU, his kind is considered extinct (the reason would most likely be different), though he never changed his form to be smaller, which means his large wyrm form does not exist here. His relationship with WL was also basically the same, as was his journey of discovering his love for Grimm. And just like in the main AU, he ended up losing his status as a leader and hibernating. Unsure whether he would also lose all his powers, since I want to keep his workshop hobby and I like the idea of him having powers that he learned specifically for that purpose (not to mention, doing any kind of precise engineering would be difficult with his dragon anatomy). So we'll have to see.

Grimm - once again a very similar backstory to his main AU counterpart. He is one of the most powerful dragons to exist, and The Radiance is still his sister in this AU. He was banished from his homeland and stripped of many of his powers, losing his status as a higher dragon as a result. I'm still brainstorming how NKG comes into the AU, as of now my idea is that it would be closer to a god-like beast form than a being in another realm, but it may still change. And I'm still thinking how to reconceptualize the ritual to fit this version. Even though he's much weaker than in his prime, he's still more powerful than an average dragon, especially in the NKG form (if that is the direction I take with him).

Lewk, Asta and Milo - basically the same as in the main AU. Lewk and Asta can fly just fine, Milo however is incapable of it (and will likely remain that way even as he gets older, with his wings being too small and weak for flight).

Hornet - in most aspect she's the same, though her half-spider origin would be changed to something else; Herrah is not a spider in this AU, though she would still be quite beastly and unique in her appearance. She has two pairs of wings, which are a trait inherited from her mother's side. She knows silk magic, which she learned as a young dragon.

Zote - he's the most unique here body plan wise, I based his design on pterosaurs. I loved the mental image of him being this annoying, bird-like dragon. In basically all aspects he's the same as his main AU counterpart, though being a dragon I imagine he would have a more impressive lifespan than an average bug in the main AU. He's a herbivore dragon, his mouth resembles a beak, and he has no powers, only a nasty attitude.

Holly - as mentioned before, they are not a vessel in this AU, nor a void being. Instead, they're a hybrid of Vyrm and WL, who is a powerful higher dragon, and were trained to stop The Radiance and put an end to the infection from the day they hatched. Though they did end up learning void magic to aid them in the fight, I think that would be a nice way to preserve at least some of that aspect and it would explain the color of their body in this version. They have a mouth, though they are still mute, likely as a result to battle damage. Like in the main AU, they lost one of their eyes and a limb, and I'm considering designing a prosthetic wing for them at some point to mirror their counterpart.

[oya-oya-okay]

So I have a question...

How are Shuu and Azul as parents? 🥺

TYSMMM🥺😭❤️❤️❤️💗💗💗 HERE

AND HERE ARE THEIR ADORABLE BABIES!!🐿️🐙❤️💖❤️💖 I changed them a little bit and changed the age!✊❤️💗

Shou and Azusa will be really troublesome, lmao🙃 They are similar in character to Azul!✨

Shou is a bright boy who loves learning, but he also loves playing board games/video games too!! Also he reads a lot of books and manga. In general, he loves to study and knows how to have fun✨❤️ He doesn't consider something useless or anything like that. Probably his hobby is drawing✊

I would also clarify that Azusa probably has a little high self-esteem🙊 She likes to dress up and feels confident even though her skin is the color of a mermaid and not an ordinary person!! She's addicted to purple like Shuu is to orange🤭🤭🤭 She loves sea creatures🐟🐠🐡🦈🐬🐋🐳🦀🦞🦐🦑🐙

They often quarrel and sometimes fight, but Azul stops them most often—

+ Shou will start wearing glasses as a teenager

+ Despite the fact that Azusa has high self-esteem, she really likes to compliment other people

Shishi is the complete embodiment of Shuu!😭💗❤️ But unlike her mom, she's not that noisy, lmao. She's super kind and sweet💕💕💕💕💕 She loves the color orange like her mom and loves wearing dresses!! And also unlike Shuu, she loves sweets VERY MUCH, she is also chubby🥺😭💗💖

Azuma is the youngest and the calmest of all of the family🥺🥺🥺 He's not as emotional as the others, but he's a very understanding and obedient child. Azul and Shuu love to pamper him very much💕💗 He is humble and loves octopuses🐙❤️❤️❤️

+ They both have freckles yes💖💖💖

All the kids collect candy wrappers for Mom, but most of all it's Shou who does it🍬🧡

I'M SORRY THAT I TALK SO MUCH ABOUT CHILDREN, BUT I WANTED YOU TO FEEL THEIR VIBE😭😭😭💦 Also small comics <3

I'M SORRY IT LOOKS SUPER DIRTY

Shuu as a mom is very energetic and caring💖❤️💗 She also very easily starts to worry about the children and may cry😭

She loves hugging and kissing them, hehe! I think she looks a bit like Idia's mom🙃

Azul likes to pamper children, but he tries to control himself💓💖 He likes to chat with them and tell them something, sometimes he gets too carried away and starts talking about his job LMAO

Maybe sometimes there are some problems and small quarrels, especially when the older children have become teenagers, but in general they all have a good and comfortable relationship full of trust!💕💕💕💖💖💖💗

THANKS A LOT TO THOSE WHO READ TO THE END!!💥💖💥💖 I apologize if there are any mistakes😭💦

[aeromore]

META META META META META META META META. Old art dump from earlier this year, more under the keep reading thing.

RIDER IS THERE. That's just really a secondary name for Stanley to keep track of the guys (there's three of them, that's also why they're numbered). I meant to finish this drawing and have Aleph (another narrator... Specifically number 2) respond to Meta and have PK (Stanley-2) stand next to him, but I didn't have a design for that guy at this current point in time and just left it unfinished. Also, I love Rider. Rider is lovely and very kind, I hope he suffers very much Soon.

Ditto. Ditto's just happy to be here, Meta less so. Hates being proven wrong, too. It is SO hard to choose whether he'd be a Ditto or a Meltan as a pokémon, considering you CAN spell Meta with the letters in Meltan. I eventually went with the latter and had Ditto be on his team, like a constant mockery of him. <- That's how HE sees it. Ditto couldn't care less and just wants to have fun. (Also, he shapeshifted those eyes into existence by the way, he does not usually have eyes under his glasses. LET THE GUY EXPRESS HIMSELF.)

Vitan. (Character belonging to @mct421 / @a-game-of-beginnings) Sorry, I had and still have a crush on this idiot but also he's a very lovely character, please check 'em out on the second @. Meta is reasonably upset/peeved/mad about me turning him into a vertical pancake and also making fun of him for ... a large variety of things. I'll just say he doesn't get treated the best out of my narrators (it's a cuteness aggression thing, and also i hate him (affectionately)). SO, I let it slide that he's making fun of me by shapeshifting into my F/O or crush or whatever he is. Whatever it is, I've proposed to him (VITAN) three times at this point because I either keep forgetting I did or I just want to recreate the scenario since it's funny.

SOMETHING ACTUALLY INTERESTING OF NOTE: When Meta shapeshifts, the eyes always have this green color (not the green in the drawing, that was a lazy doodle, the CORRECT color is #70A083) and the hair is silvery at the roots.

Dumb idiot flawed shapeshifter, couldn't be me. <- Could be me. Is me.

Dressed him up in silly outfits, some of which he hates and some that he is fine with.

Was bought Webfishing by a friend of mine back in October, so I pretty quickly whipped a little complementary drawing of Meta as a fish (nice callback) and @nonsensechemicals's settings person as a lil fish too ":o" (it's a callback to one of their drawings but I don't really have it on hand right now). The guy in the middle was my sona at the time, now they look different. YOU try being a shapeshifter and see how long you can last being on one look.

Silly shitposts and whatnot. I love Meta, my idiot blob son, slime-like thing. Thank you, Rider, for showing him that sick skateboard trick in the parking lot (press conference/elevator ending reference for Those Who Don't Know).

The second image is a screenshot taken from that one art instillation with the jiggling things whatever they are. <- Quickly looked it up, "Graceful Degradation", a kinetic installation by Harrison Pearce at the GNYP Gallery. Wouldn't wanna leave you guys at the edge of your seat wanting to learn what that was.

The third image is me and MrPizzaDraws on twitter drawing our Favorite Blob ever. Check Pizza out, he's cool, especially if you're someone from the Object Show Community or like art in general.

Fourth image.... Not much to say here. Meta as those sticky hand things. I call it handslops. And the fifth image is him being slop in a red plastic cup. Wonderful.

And at the very bottom is an actually proper and simple drawing of the guy, of course. IF... IF ANYONE HAS QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING, feel free to click on that funny questionnaero button. I'd love to bestow knowledge. This is ALL a heavy work in process, so be patient if my answers aren't that great, haha.

And if you're wondering (because I sure am), the three parable thing is really an AU in all honesty, since that's not how the actual Stanley Parable is built up, to our knowledge, but I like having fun and still try keeping it close to game lore and whatnot. I just find it easier to understand the game if I break it apart into smaller pieces/people, hope that's relatable.

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai general and Romantic headcanons

A/N:sorry if I got any of the characters wrong, I was using a combo of wiki/Google translate as I don't speak any of the languages mentioned. Pls let me know if I got any info wrong, i will gladly go in and change it to make it right.

General:

Half Indian and half Chinese.

His and nya's last name is 鄭 (Zheng), but he says it's Smith bc when they where younger he got in the habit of lying about his name so he Didnt have to deal with CPS.

His ma is from Visakhapatnam in Andhra Pradesh, and was a practicing Hindu. Ray is from the 云南 (yunnan) province, and was a practicing theravida Buddhist. Ray is ethnically from the 傣族 (dai people, also spelt Tai in english)

Before his parents dissapearances, they both brought him to their hometowns, and actively taught him both cultures and religions, which he continued to learn about and even teach Nya about after their dissapearances.

When he was 14 he bought a small boat and him and Nya rode it across the costal line, and he promised Nya one day when he was older he'd bring the both of them to their parents hometowns.

He's a Buddhist.

He speaks so many languages.

Like so many

He's fluent in Thai, mandarin and cantonese chinese, telugu, urdu, hindi, Punjabi, arabic and ninjago-ian(idk whatever language ninjago speaks)

Also trying to learn Indonesian.

He also knows yunnan dialect bc his dad would speak in it more often than not

Absorbes info like a sponge

He likes to quilt

He always wears a golden bracelet He got from his moms jewelry box after she left.

Likes to draw but is bad at it, so he colors coloring books

Introvert

He may act all confident, but he really isn't. super insecure

Soooo good with hair

Like, has all the stops. 10 step hair care routine

rivals Zanes cooking skills.

When working out focuses on building rather than lean muscle.

Mother friend

has dragged all of his friends into the water splashing festival.

Fatal flaw is loyalty and kind of hubris (it's conflicting, ik with the insecure and extreme pride, but like- it makes sense in my head. Inferiority/maybe superiority complex.)(it makes sense bc this is such me behavior. Imagine hating yourself but thinking ur the baddest bitch alive)

Likes to stare at fire

If he can't sleep he'll make a small bonfire to stare at and think

insomnia

Chronic cigarette smoker

Romantic:

Hes more show than tell

Def acts of service (me frfr)

Although, he is very cuddly.

Not in public, though. Maybe infront of the other ninja if it was a rough day

Loves to rock you gently from side to side when yall are hug

loves to give you temple kisses

He's very gentle with you, treats you like glass

You wil prolly say ily first, and he'll go;"🧍‍♂️...cool?"

He has mommy and daddy issues, but HEAVY on the mommy issues. Have fun with this hyper-independant fuck who can't accept help without feeling like a failure even though they need it (I'm not projecting you are)

Goes all out for holidays and anniversaries.

Doberman/German Shepard vibes tbh

When it's just you two he doesn't feel the need to fill the air with meaningless chatter, so if he feels safe enough to just share air without talking feel honoured and cherish it bc that means he actually trusts you.

A little rough around the edges, but will remember that thing you said 5years ago on ur first date

Most dates are chill inside and take a nap

But sometimes if he can he takes you on the town or someplace fancy

Also likes to show you his favorite childhood spots

[ganondoodle]

can you tell us more ab shargon’s kids?? :0

(sorry for the ... very rough sketch and probably unreadable text, struggeling alot with art atm ... still ..)

Thank you for asking!

Shargon has two young children, Jyothi and Tyura (forgive the weird names, made them when i was young and they are too ingrained now to change ..)

(Shargon is a single parent; demons do not have a gender/only one, all of them have the ability to bear children with an organ that sits right beneath the demonic heart, they also do not need a partner, they can just decide to have a child and trigger the process- while carrying they cannot shapeshift since an unborn demon cannot go along with that- genetics are usually not a problem since demons generally draw from a huge gene pool dating back eons; if they have a partner they will have to exchange some heartblood for the child to be a mix of both; growing a child is very energy draining and when carrying its not unusual for a demon to resort to consuming food, which they typically dont need to do; maintaining a certain energy level is very important since otherwise the risk of deformities in the child increases alot; a newborn demon (birth occurs through the mouth) has a few baby teeth with which to bite its parent/caretaker and feed on their demonic blood, it is not a requirement but many do since it accelerates their growth and can even out energy imbalances)

Jyothi, comparable to a 13 year old human, is a rather healthy young demon with alot of skill using elemental magic (wind in her case), which is why shes being taught by Lord Eadrya; Eadrya wants Shargon dead and regularly attacks him and although both of his children inherited his unnatural and hated/feared eye color, Jyothi stood up to Eadrya not knowing who they were at the time (and thus not their status and reputation) since Shargon lives extremely isolated- and even challenged them to a fight showing so much character and skill that Eadrya saw past her heritage and offered to teach her

The two get along well and she often sneaks away to find them bc she is so eager to learn and spend time with such a powerful and careless demon that everyone respects ... unlike her parent, who is weak, riddled with anxiety and hated by everyone, she still loves him of course, but the more time she spends away the more she adopts the way the other demons think and speak of Shargon

Shargon hates that she goes to them so much, mostly bc he is afraid they, and especially Eadrya, will hurt her or stop her from returning home, even with her special status bc of her talents, she still is his child after all; he does not and could not force her to not go though (a benefit is that she has been the only one besides Thor (Eadryas best friend) able to stop Eadrya from literally killing Shargon, as much as they are horrible to him, they do care alot for her)

(Jyothi has only started to grow her horns and her markings and colors will shift alot as she grows, as is typical for young demons)

Tyura, comparable to a 6 year old human, is much more like Shargon himself, very fearful and skitters away if theres anything they are unsure of, they are of the same elemental type as Shargon (lightning) but thus far has never used it beyond weak defensive shocks; they are also mute and have a deformed left hand likely bc Shargon was attacked and hunted for a long time while carrying them, thus not able to provide a stable energy level the other demons know of them but any attempt to get close to them has been prevented either by Shargon himself or .. Tyura fleeing and hiding (their body structure is also rather similar, the round shape is largely just fluffy feathers)

when Shargon is in the human world his children tend to stay with the only other demon he can trust (Ceryrion, an earth elemental and the chillest guy you can imagine), they dont like him much but love children and will happily go about their day while a little Tyura clings onto their back (though Tyura will absolutely dive back to Shargon whenever they notice his presence) both kids have been to the human world before but since it is very uncomfortable to be in as a demon he has only done so for them to meet Mori (Shargons human friend that lives .. illegally .. at the gates to the demon world) and avoided bringing them there otherwise

the time he is away has notably increased alot after accepting the deal with Zaphira (being her bodyguard .... 24 hours a day .. granted she did not know he had children, and also didnt know anything about demons but that she could use him to solve her problems)

here i go rambling again, i hope that gave you a bit of an idea of them ;O;

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Remember those other 3 times I turned sekai characters into dinos (L/N MMJ VBS) I'm back with more of that crap i know Wanshow fans just looove their AUs so maybe this will appeal to a whole 3 people instead of 2 people this time

explanation for my picks below the cut

Tsukasa is a Styracosaurus because I made Saki a Stellosaurus which is another ceratopsian and also its frill is like vaguely star shaped kinda sorta not really

I don't have much to say about him so can i just mention how awful that Stellasaurus drawing is.

Yeah only recently did i start figuring out how the fuck to draw decent ceratopsians I am so sorry (the struggle is real i almost accidentally gave tsukasa 2 left feet here i swear i know what i'm doing)

I should redo that Saki at some point, girl deserves so much better than that wonkey crap. speaking of ceratopsians i opted out of giving him protofeathers unlike Saki idk they just didn't look right on him you can kinda go either way with most ceratopsians so i just do it when the vibe fits and don't when the vibe doesn't fit

Rui is a Troodon because Troodons are often associated with intelligence because they have the biggest brain to skull ratio of any dino, there's kinda no real way to know how intelligent dinos were but troodon just has the reputation of the smart dinosaur and people often depict them using tools like how crows do and that's like kinda like how rui does robot stuff, he also just fits the raptor shape sorta i feel like raptors have that sorta look to them that is like a similar vibe to the one Rui has, even tho Rui is the tallest character in sekai I feel like he's a mid sized dinosaur, does that make sense? no, but it does to me and i make the rules he's also 100% a feathered dino so it fits

Speaking of Troodon all you 2 paleo nerds reading this are getting war flashbacks from the name Troodon because Troodon itself has a interesting history of being a "wastebasket taxon" which is nerd talk for "scientists just threw a bunch of vaguely similar animals into this one category and didn't consider that maybe this was like 5 different animals and what would be the long term consequences of doing that" yes this is a thing that has happened enough times that there is a word for it

that shit still as of now isn't sorted out I don't think, I at least based my Troodon off the big one from Alaska that literally does not have a fucking name and is just like "the Alaska Troodon". I feel like the size fits and imma be real its the Troodon you see everywhere in media these days because its big and cool and it lived with Pachyrhinosaurus and Nanuqsaurus and also people like it cuz drawing dinosaurs in the snow is fucking awesome (boom i just tricked you into learning paleontology history)

Emu is an Archeopteryx because Emu is supposed to be like a phoenix and Archeopteryx could probably fly or glide or smth it's general considered like "the first bird" so like yeah (now that i think about it i could've made her pyroraptor cuz of the name but also she doesn't fit the vibes of a raptor at all i guess pyroraptor has the whole fire bird thing from its name) Emu would also be a small feathered dinosaur for sure so it fits in that sense too.

Nene is a Stegosaurus because the plates kinda look like her hair thing and her outfit in general and i feel like nene would have those tail spikes for some reason idk it just fits her energy, she'd def be a herbivore as well i feel. Also i personally just associate stegosaurus with the color green personally idk why (at first i was thinking she would be iguanodon because that's another dinosaur that's green in my head but she has like nothing in common with iguanodon lmao)

I guess nenerobo would be an Ankylosaurus than because that would like probably be the logical robot version of a stegosaurus maybe idk would nenerobo exist in this universe, you decide idk

i guess next one is that last one unless i wanna redo the vocaloids in this style or redraw saki at some point or whatever see you whenever that happens in however long it takes