#art.2108

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Hammond Kronos by art.2108

[sniickerdoodlle]

I got this LPS and proceeded to be obsessed with her for two weeks

DO NOT repost/reproduce my work Absolutely NO A I or N F T of my work

[cabu12]

Redrawing this piece...

From (what I can guess) September 2022:

To a WIP May 11th (last worked on):

Still many changes to be made to be sure, but I wanted to get the girls outta the way first because they are (way) easier for me to draw. (Just the nature of the beast for me) It’s funny to see how the designs in Aliea have changed though, even if it’s just slight. 

The boys are up next. (soon I hope...) 

[xxepherr]

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summary — in which your best friend tashi drags you along to the frat house party thrown by patrick zweig because her boyfriend art was dragging her along, but things take a turn when you get locked in the bathroom with the party host himself.

pairings — frat!patrick zweig x rival!reader, college!art donaldson x college!tashi

pronouns — she/her

word count — 2108

note — au where they all go to the same college, and all play college tennis. art and tashi are dating here for the sake of the plot.

YOU’D LOST COUNT ON how many years it had been since patrick zweig made you want to gouge your eyes out. it started back at mark reballato academy when you were kids, only crossing paths because it turns out art had unsurprisingly befriended both of you.

 you were sure he regretted properly introducing the two when you made the connection that patrick had been the egotistical tennis player you used to cringe at from afar . . . until he started noticing your own talent. weaponising his ego to a whole new extreme, he’d began turning it on you, and though it became your push to be better because you needed to be better than him, it was painstakingly irritating.

things hadn’t changed. you’d thought patrick would mature after years apart, and you also thought that he wouldn’t step foot into a college campus unless it was for sex. that’s what he’d told art anyway. imagine your surprise when he showed up on the very first day, his arm around art’s shoulders while you and tashi stood there in shock.

fast forward a year and a half, it was very clear that patrick hadn’t changed since you attended the same tennis academy. you were focusing on trying to go pro while simultaneously completing your psychology course to have it as a backup plan. on the other hand, though patrick was studying business with tashi, he was very vocal about only being there for vibes. vibes including partying and drinking. that was it.

“no, for real, tashi,” you stared up at the house with dread. “this is not gonna be fun.”

art answered for her instead, his left arm tossed over your shoulder while his right held tashi close to his side by the waist. “you should start celebrating your wins, you know.”

“stay for at least an hour,” tashi compromised, looking across her boyfriend to you. “i’ll even leave with you if you still want to go after that.”

an hour was a lot . . . but it was doable. all you had to do was avoid patrick and find the girls you trained with for the time being. sounded simple enough. “fine, yeah,” you gave in, shaking your head and looking back at the house. you could feel the bass-boosted music beating your heart for you, could hear loud conversations of those drinking out on the mowed lawn surrounding you. frat parties weren’t your scene, but with tashi as your roommate, you weren’t really looking to spend the night alone after you had just won your tournament hours prior. 

sucking it up, you followed your best friends inside the crowded house party. the smell of beer was overwhelming, hitting you like a wall the second you stepped inside. immediately, art and tashi broke off towards people they knew, tashi’s hand slipping into yours to pull you with them, but your grip wasn’t strong enough and you lost them trying to weave around people. 

“great,” you mumbled under your breath, even though it wouldn’t have mattered if you yelled it because it would not have been heard over the music anyway. you ventured through, shoving drunk bodies out of your way when they got a little too close for comfort. you liked a party, but frat parties that reeked of beer and sweat were not your thing. especially not ones thrown by patrick zweig.

speak of the devil and he shall appear, you thought numbly when you turned a corner and ran straight into him. quite literally. you heard him curse, saving the beer can in his hand from tumbling to the floor. “what the– oh,” he had this look on his face that could only mean trouble, and you shut your eyes for a moment to compose yourself. you were more so just glad that he hadn’t spilt beer all over you. he uttered your name tauntingly, tasting it it as it rolled across his tongue in a way that only he found amusing. “that’s funny, i don’t remember inviting you.”

“you didn’t,” you shot back, entirely uninterested. you went to step around him but he blocked you, stepping across like he was acting as a mirror. “patrick,” you deadpanned, irritation growing much to his pleasure. you knew that he liked to push all your buttons like it was some sort of kink, and yet you couldn’t help but feel the effects work, scratching under your skin like a thousand hungry ants.

he repeated your name, setting his beer down on the closest windowsill and crossing his arms over his chest. “y’know what,” he decided, that constant smirk he had gracing his lips. his curls were disheveled, starting to hang down closer to his eyes, damp with a thin layer of sweat. “you won your silly little girls tournament today . . . i guess that means you can stay.” and there it was. it was all dipped in sarcasm, toxic sludge rolling off the tongue.

patrick could recognise skill, he wasn’t blind. he’d known you were skilled ever since art introduced you back at the academy all those years ago. you treated tennis like an artform rather than a sport, something so graceful and filled to the brim with calamity in a way that he could never understand. you never lost your cool playing tennis, no matter how many times you may lose. his wins fed his ego, yours kept you motivated. he hated you for it – how you always seemed to be so good without even trying, how you were ( he’d never admit it ) better than him without batting an eye.

art had come to terms with the fact that patrick was better than him. you wouldn’t, and it frustrated him to no end because he swore that he was. he knew that he was.

“when was the last time you won a fuckin’ tournament?” spilt from your lips before you could stop yourself. “when the fuck is the last time you’ve made it past the second round?”

in his stunned silence he didn’t react quick enough for anything at all, just felt himself be moved by her shove before she disappeared through a crowd of people.

“ART,” YOU CALLED OUT to him, shouting over the music that seemed to get louder as the minutes ticked by. it had been over an hour by now but you didn’t have the heart to remind tashi of that when she’d finally let loose long enough to dance with art. “where’s the bathroom?”

“down that hall,” art pointed, fixing the red cap that sat backwards over his curls, “and around the corner on the left.”

setting down whatever drink you had in a red solo cup ( because there was no way you were going to drink any more of it ), you thanked him with a smile before maneuvering through to follow his directions. with the alcohol starting to hit more around you, you weren’t too surprised with the amount of students your age making out against walls or on couches or practically on top of others. it was bad enough when you’d tried to avoid couples desperately trying to find a vacant bedroom; yet another reason you didn’t do frat parties. 

beyond thankful when you realised the bathroom wasn’t occupied, you pushed the door open, the creak barely noticeable over the music. the bathroom wasn’t too bad for a frat — spacious, and somehow decently clean if you ignored the countless shaving creams, random razors and cans of axe body spray littering the counter. you were a bit concerned at the lack of toothbrushes in sight, but other than that it looked usable. 

you had one foot in the door when you felt like you were suddenly falling, the ground a taunt as the tiles grew closer. “the fu—“

air knocked out of you from behind, you were thankful for the arm that reached out to steady you before you ate the tiles. “sorry,” an all too familiar voice rushed out, “just had to—“ he caught your face. “oh.”

your faces dropped at the same time when your eyes met. “for fucks sake,” you pulled yourself out of his grip, shoving him away and placing your hand on the door handle. “i—“

“do not open that fucking door,” patrick stole your breath again by pushing you up against the door, both effectively stopping you from pulling it open and also using you as a human barricade. “do you want me to get murdered?”

“yeah, actually,” you snorted, struggling to push him off. it was the last position you wanted to be in with him — patrick a little too close for comfort, his hands pinning your shoulders to the wooden door and his knee dangerously close to sitting in between your thighs. “who is it this time?”

“mary-anne,” he sighed, and you immediately broke out into a fit of giggles. “she’s mad i fucked her sister.”

one fling of many, mary-anne was a bad choice for patrick to get involved with from the start. she was a preppy gymnast with an attitude problem, still yet to find out that he had fucked pretty much her whole friend group but her finding out that he got with her sister was probably bad enough. 

now i’m being dragged into it, you thought, irritation gnawing at you. fuck.

“maybe you shouldn’t have fucked her sister then,” you suggested. it was clearly not the answer when you noticed his eyes narrow. 

patrick, seemingly able to take a deep breath, took a moment to regain himself. this was not ideal for him either when the buzz of cheap beer was bubbling in his stomach. “and do you know why i fucked her sister?” he scoffed, eyes a deadly poison trying to paralyse you. “or why i fucked mary? or all those other girls?”

now you were majorly uncomfortable. if you wanted to hear about the girls he got with you’d wait until word went around campus like the weekly newspaper. “okay, just because you peaked in high school does not mean—“

“they all look like you! fuck, man,” he groaned the second he exploded out with it, and you fell silent. your retort about him talking like a high schooler as if anyone cared disappeared, and you stopped trying to fight against him. 

“what?”

“all those girls look like you,” he said quieter this time, averting his eyes as the reality dawned on him. he wasn’t getting out of this one. “i fucked things up with you when we were kids and i don’t know how to unfuck things and so i thought ignoring you would work and . . .” he was at a loss for words, the ones tumbling out frantic nonsense. 

it was a lot to take in. you recalled a joke you remember art making some time ago now, where patrick was constantly showing up to practice with a new girl on his arm every other day. art said they all looked like you and this was probably his way of saying he was in love with you, but you snorted and backhanded a tennis ball into his face in response to his bullshit. 

you were seriously regretting almost breaking art’s nose now considering he was right. 

“that’s . . .” you were at a loss, unsure of what to even think let alone say. your face felt warm and then bathroom felt smaller — you felt smaller. what could you say?

most of your memories were of patrick being a piece of shit. if he didn’t look so frantic about the whole thing you’d slap him for taking up this as a dare from his mates. you sadly knew him well enough to know he was telling the truth. 

“you don’t have to feel the same way or anything,” something in patrick’s tone shifted. he didn’t sound as gruff anymore. “i—“

you kissed him there, silencing him, he was quick to comply like it was second nature. his hands slid down to your hips, his knee pushing between your thighs the closer he got. you pulled back before it could go any further, a mess of flutters and spikes rooting themselves in the pit of your stomach. 

“shut up,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. you probably could’ve silenced him by doing that in the first place, but he deserved a taste of his own medicine. “let me think.” and get a drink, you thought, pushing him back so that you could leave the bathroom, leaving patrick zweig a speechless disaster as the door closed behind you.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Scourger/Evil AUs!

This week, we're getting a little twisted with some scourger/evil AUs. Enjoy nine AUs where the nein don't really play much of a part. Check them out beneath the cut, and don't be shy about letting the authors know if you liked them!

let it blaze alight by GammaRey (7386, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Ballroom meetcute, but Essek is also a vampire and Caleb is on a mission.

Reccer says: It is so hot, and I love how Caleb is portrayed.

play with fire by mllekurtz (4749, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Essek hates parties, but at least there’s an interesting conversation to be had with one of the Cerberus’s liasons.

Reccer says: Wonderful snark, intrigue, and tension unraveling into a hot unexpected sending. Part 1 of a fantastic series, birds of prey.

zwiefacher by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother (118 171, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Rape/Non-con

Bren didn't totally break down and grow as the assistant of Trent. He met a drow at the Martinet.

Reccer says: Scourger!Caleb but he is not evil, he just didn't have the opportunity to flee the grasp of Trent. He still has a kindness that is misused by the repeated intervention of Modify Memory. Essek is the prisoner of Ludinus, and it is very interesting to see them interact with the swapped power imbalance (from the canon).

you're in my veins, i'm chained, to your pain radio by allmadeofstardust (18117, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

An unbroken Bren meets a jaded Shadowhand. The two of them could topple entire governments. They could make two whole nations bend to their will. But something might get in the way.

Reccer says: I wrote this! I am very very proud of the way I integrated the twist into it, and I loved playing around with how even at their utmost worst and ruthless, these two still find a way to fall in love and see each other as they can be. Dark and dastardly with a sliver of hope.

portraiture of a drow by burningafterdark (burningdarkfire) (2108, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The Shadowhand has never been surprised by Bren Aldric Ermendrud.

Reccer says: Based off of an amazing piece of art, they're both so fucked up and horrible for each other (affectionate)

Inciting Incident by thetickingclock (983, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Referenced Child Abuse

Essek says, “I think we’ve met before.” The Scourger in the cell lifts his head. That shock of red hair is so bright in the dark. “Have we?”

Reccer says: It's twisty and fragmented and upsetting in the best way

half light by prolix (21853, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Under-negotiated kink

(From the author’s summary) On the brink of war between the Empire and the Dynasty, Essek is visited by a Scourger tasked with assassinating him once his use runs out.

Reccer says: Beautifully written, EXCELLENT characterization - only two chapters posted and I am HOOKED. Bren has Essek on his toes and hackles raised, and Essek surprises Bren with his reactions.

tether essence by Laeveteinn (16331, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Self distructive behaviors

Each time Essek returns to his towers, he searches them for new evidence of Dwendalian trespassing. He catalogues every rumpled cushion cover, every ink spot, every dunamantic text left slightly out of place. It is, he imagines, not unlike coming home to another person.

Reccer says: Romantic and really fucked up, like a cat leaving you a dead mouse in your bed (but also romantic)

And then two recs for this last one:

a body in absentia by nonwal (103601, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, Choose Not to Warn

Scourger Bren decides to seduce the Shadowhand and finds that the best way to convince someone to be vulnerable with you is to be vulnerable in turn

Reccer 1 says: I liked it! Reccer 2 says: Honestly, this is probably my favourite scourger au fic. Bren is fucked up the characterisation is all on point. And the M9 there are also great.

Want more? Well, we did a previous scourger/evil AU reclist back in March 2023, so you can check those out!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll have a Christmas Eve (or 24th) with Professor Widogast!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

[burningdarkfire]

[portraiture of a drow]

Essek reminded himself that there was no need to hold onto these fleeting moments. He had his studies, and he would always have his studies. These days in basement rooms would fade into memory in no time. He understood what was important. The Shadowhand has never been surprised by Bren Aldric Ermendrud.

this fic is fanwork of @saturdaysky's beautiful piece of shadowgast art, which i highly recommend you check out!

Rating: E Warnings: None Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, minor Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve/Caleb Widogast Characters: Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Eadwulf Grieve Words: 2108 Posted: 1 October 2023

[rikouto]

pin post ; introduction

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[gaygodlywriting]

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«not-so picasso» l.minho

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«genre: fluff + slight angst?

«pairing: lee minho x m! reader (M as in MALE, fem readers DNI)

«warnings: self doubt??, mild swearing

«relationship status: lovers

«summary/prompt: A draws B super well, but B draws A “poorly” but A still loves it just as much.

«word count: 2108

«type: full fic

«writer: maddox

«a/n: i think i managed to self insert a bit i’m sorry.. (not proofread and there has been many late night add ons which means many late night mistakes)

«requests: open (pls request im begging)

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minho was someone you admired dearly. he was so pretty, he is so perfect and you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to wander his features on a daily basis. his structure, his body type, his smile, his emotions, all of it was engraved into your head at some point. From the big things to the little things: the way his mouth curved so beautifully, just like his mother, when he smiles. the small scar on his stomach that he doesn’t like showing, the stars in his eyes when he has his cats with him.

his beautiful laugh that makes you smile each and every time. his need to be noisy and loud brings comfort to you in the weirdest ways. his cute obsession with his fur babies. his work ethic, his dancing skills, his pretty singing. the way he loves his members so much, the way he shows love to everyone he knows in his own way. his teasing, oh you adore his teasing. it’s so cute to you. sketching was a way you could appreciate him more.

so that’s what you did, you have a sketchbook dedicated to the lee minho. drawings of different emotions, feelings. some emotions that he might not like the best: sadness, anger, guilt, etc. all drawn in a sketchbook, you don’t see any emotion in a negative way. emotions are such a baffling thing to you, but it’s also so artistic to feel things.

you want all his emotions on your paper, you want to understand them, feel them. art was something that came naturally to you, you most definitely got better overtime but it wasn’t necessarily hard. art was a way of expression for you, and also a way of figuring out people. if that makes sense; using art to study feelings was your way of learning and developing an understanding for those emotions.

emotions are so complex, there's no true understanding for them. but art somehow just makes it seem like those emotions are something more than just feelings. it turns them into what they deserve to be recognized for, beauty. to feel is so wonderful, though it may not always seem that way.

you were at your desk in the corner of the room you shared with your partner, it was around 19:34. the natural light that had been previously flowing in through the window was no longer as bright. it had started to dim and you couldn’t see the marks you were making on your paper anymore. so you reached over to the desk light and flipped the switch on at the base of the lamp.

it wasn’t positioned to your liking so you swiftly adjusted it so you could see your work. you glanced up to the dimmed computer screen in front of you to see what song was about to play. it was the theme song from one of your favorite bl dramas, tharntype.

just as you were about to return to your work a little furry creature jumped in your lap. it was one of three of your boyfriend’s kids, soonie, he had wiggled his way under the desk and climbed onto your lap. he sat right on your thighs and had laid his paws and head on your forearm. you couldn’t tell if you were frustrated or in awe at the sight. he started purring like a motorboat in your lap, so you stopped to pet him for a bit before attempting to draw with one arm.

drawing brought you happiness, for the most part. this piece was stressing you out, soonie noticed too. pieces, such as this one, tend to stress you out as you just want it to look perfect but something always seems off. you just wanted it to be perfect, the idea in your head had been. but your execution hasn’t been very much to your liking. it was so frustrating, beyond imaginable.

you kept playing around with it, and many crumpled pieces of paper on the floor later, you couldn’t seem to figure it out. you let out a frustrated groan, then a click sound was made and the door was swung open. minho had finally arrived home.

“minho.” you spoke extending the ‘o’ sound with a little whine to your voice. he looked around and let out a small sigh at the mess. he walked over to you and pulled you off the chair that was giving you a backache after so long. he wrapped his arms around your neck giving you access to slither your arms around his waist. you slightly pulled him closer and buried your head in his neck.

“troubles?” he spoke softly, you nodded your head into his shoulder and tried to sink deeper into the hug. he smiled at his boyfriends’ actions and hugged you tighter. you guys stood like that for a few minutes in silence, “can i see it?”

you pulled away and turned around grabbed the best one off the table. you hesitantly gave him the sheet of paper. he took it out of your hand and examined the detailed sketch. you couldn’t read his face at that moment, `does he like it?`, thoughts coursed through your head. you kept a straight face even though you were nervous, `was it really that bad? why isn’t he saying anything?`.

why is it so damn hard to just feel proud of yourself? you just want it to be relieving, not stressful. when it came to art, you were very naturally talented and had a ton of practice. but as a kid, you got harsh criticism from your family for your art, you wanted nothing more for them to feel proud of you. somehow, even though you knew your boyfriend loved your creations, you couldn’t help but think he was lying to you or think he didn’t mean anything he said.

for whatever reason seconds felt like hours, you started to feel yourself tear up at the thought of someone not liking your art again. especially when that certain ‘someone’ was the love of your life. part of you knew he would love it and he would never lie to you, but that part had succumbed to the part that doubted him. that part of you brought you so much guilt, how could you think your boyfriend was lying to you when he’s done nothing but love you with his everything.

your head dropped as you subconsciously stared holes into the floor, minho had noticed something was off. he knew exactly what it was too. he set the piece of paper back on the table and put his hand to your cheek trying to lift your head to look at him.

“hey, y/n baby, what’s going through your head?” he spoke, trying to get you to look him in the eye but you refused. you slightly shook your head in response, you didn’t want to admit to him what you were thinking. “i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” he said a little stern, but in an endearing way. he needed communication, although he had a sense he couldn’t help you with just an urge.

“do you..” you trailed off slightly, rethinking the decision to speak. he stared at you, waiting for you to finish, he raises his eyebrows slightly to indicate that you can continue when your ready. you paused and took a small deep breath. “do you hate it? the drawing i mean.”

It was silent for a second before lino lost his cool, he burst out laughing at you. you looked straight at him, almost stunned.

“what the fuck minho” you said with a whine undertone, you knew why he was laughing so you tried to keep your cool. but ultimately you failed and laughed with him. “don’t laugh at me, i have very valid thoughts.” you rolled your eyes at him, trying to joke around getting yourself in a better mood.

“yeah y/n, i hate it so much.” he extended the ‘so’ and rolled his eyes at you. you added to the theatrics by gasping loudly and gripping your chest falling back onto the bed. you guys laughed for a minute before minho looked you dead in the eye and spoke once more, “y/n, how could i hate it? have you seen the way i draw?”

“yeah of course i have, what does that have to do with anything.” you looked at him with confusion.

“one minute.” he quickly pushed himself off you, and crawled off the bed to the art desk. he sat down and opened your sketchbook dedicated to him. he found the newest unused page and gripped the pencil hurriedly sketching something in the book.

“babe, what are you doing?” you went to get up but he cut you off,

“don’t, i’ll show you in a minute,” he said turning towards you, once was finished talking, and you had sat back down and gotten comfy, he turned back around.

a few minutes went by with only the sound of the led scraping against paper in the background. “okay, i’m finished.” he grabbed both the sketchbook and the drawing you showed him a little bit ago. He crawled back on the bed, “look alright, this is yours.” he handed you your drawing letting you soak it in for a minute.

“okay, and?” you spoke looking up and him. he opened the sketchbook and maneuvered it so it was facing you. he looked down and pointed to his drawing,

“this is mine, that’s the best i can do.” he looked up at you, as you examined his drawing. “clearly theres a difference. last time i checked i wasn’t dating someone who was that incompetent.” he jokingly said, but with seriousness laced throughout the sentence.

“hey, i’m not that stupid.” you spoke defensively, he laughed slightly.

“okay if you say so,” he said with a smirk plastered on his lips, “if you don’t like this drawing so much, i’m stealing it.”

“it’s not even finished though.” you looked at the drawing once more.

he rolled his eyes, “you act like i care, i want it just how it is now.” you went to grab it but he swiped it first. “mine. you can have this one,” he handed you the sketchbook.

it was a really shitty, but cute, attempt at drawing you with his name signed in the corner. you loved it though, and you were going to keep it.

he made his signature loud ‘ahh’ noise, “it was a long day and drawing wore me out, can’t we just watch a movie with soonie, doongie, and dori now?” he whined at you. you quickly jumped off the bed and picked minho up swinging his legs around your waist. you pushed open the bedroom door and walked to the livingroom where you set minho down. you quickly scavenged around for the kids, and food because food was necessary. once you collected your children and some food you headed back to your lover who impatiently sat on the couch with a movie pulled up. the movie was ‘wish you’, the first bl drama that minho had ever watched. ever since lino had watched it, he continuously watches it with you and you comply because how could you not?

you set his babies down on his lap, then set the food on the coffee table just in front of the couch. you quickly climbed up on the couch and placed yourself right behind minho, your chest compressed against his back and your arms locked around his waist. he got comfy and then pressed play on the tv remote, the ‘emotion studio’ intro began to play.

you were a little ways into the movie before you got bored and started kissing minho all over his shoulders, neck, and head. pretty much wherever you could reach, he started squirming around.

“cut it out, pay attention to the movie” he whined trying not to laugh. you got one more kiss in just on the middle of his forehead, when he spoke he turned to look at you so you took your chance. it was a bit longer, you just wanted to the last one to be a good one.

“okay, okay fine.” you said getting comfy again. you felt so loved and comfortable when you shared these moments with your partner. you never wanted them to end. your breath slowed, and you began falling into a comfortable rest with the only person you could ever want to spend the rest of your life with (and of course, his three loveable kids).

[peppermint-twst]

top enstars character rankings on pixiv

i decided to do this for fun. i looked up the number of works per character tag on pixiv and ranked the enstars characters from 1-49.

i also added the data afterwards which you can look at to see the numbers. non-idol characters are at the end, i just didn’t include them in the list.

(please take note this is not a true popularity ranking, lots of factors may play into it like popular ships or groups, and artists don’t represent the fandom as a whole. also note that pixiv is generally made up of japanese artists so character popularity might differ between regions—like china, korea, and the rest of the world…)

Top Enstars Characters on Pixiv

1. Leo Tsukinaga

2. Ritsu Sakuma

3. Izumi Sena

4. Rei Sakuma

5. Mika Kagehira

6. Tsukasa Suou

7. Kanata Shinkai

8. Chiaki Morisawa

9. Hajime Shino

10. Nazuna Nito

11. Shinobu Sengoku

12. Shu Itsuki

13. Tori Himemiya

14. Wataru Hibiki

15. Kaoru Hakaze

16. Eichi Tenshouin

17. Mao Isara

18. Natsume Sakasaki

19. Koga Oogami

20. Midori Takamine

21. Arashi Narukami

22. Yuuta Aoi

23. Hinata Aoi

24. Rinne Amagi

25. Makoto Yuuki

26. Tomoya Mashiro

27. Subaru Akehoshi

28. Kohaku Oukawa

29. Tetora Nagumo

30. Ibara Saegusa

31. Hiiro Amagi

32. Mayoi Ayase

33. Hiyori Tomoe

34. Hokuto Hidaka

35. Jun Sazanami

36. Keito Hasumi

37. Tsumugi Aoba

38. Aira Shiratori

39. Niki Shiina

40. Kuro Kiryu

41. HiMERU

42. Souma Kanzaki

43. Mardara Mikejima

44. Adonis Otagari

45. Sora Harukawa

46. Mitsuru Tenma

47. Yuzuru Fushimi

48. Tatsumi Kazehiya

49. Nagisa Ran

Here’s the data i compiled… I included units in this at the last minute, but it has some problems— it was hard to find proper tags for a lot of them mainly because the names might be common words and there would be another fandom’s art in the tag, also a lot of art doesn’t get tagged with the unit name (just the character names)

fine 815

eichi tenshouin 4663

yuzuru fushimi 1925

wataru hibiki 4833

tori himemiya 4878

trickstar 1955

hokuto hidaka 2670

makoto yuuki 3428

mao isara 4400

subaru akehoshi 2949

ryusetai 4424

shinobu sengoku 5037

midori takimine 3749

tetora nagumo 2853

kanata shinkai 5832

chiaki morisawa 5677

eden 1229

nagisa ran 1792

hiyori tomoe 2696

jun sazanami 2648

ibara saegusa 2817

alkaloid 1990

hiiro amagi 2799

aira shiratori 2438

mayoi ayase 2773

tatsumi kazehiya 1900

valkyrie 2093

mika kagehira 6697

shu itsuki 4956

2wink 3312

hinata aoi 3507

yuuta aoi 3529

crazy:b 1872

rinne amagi 3445

niki shiina 2347

kohaku oukawa 2856

HiMERU 2275

UNDEAD 2626

Rei Sakuma 8268

Kaoru Hakaze 4828

Adonis Otogari 2090

Koga Oogami 3840

Akatsuki 1303

Keito Hasumi 2606

Kuro Kiryu 2324

Souma Kanzaki 2206

Ra*bits 3342

Hajime Shino 5439

Mitsuru Tenma 1965

nazuna nito 5348

tomoya mashiro 3418

knights 2045

tsukasa suou 6527

izumi sena 8389

arashi narukami 3594

leo tsukinaga 10051

ritsu sakuma 9606

switch 1602

tsumugi aoba 2440

sora harukawa 2043

natsume sakasaki 4248

MaM

Madara Mikejima 2108

Double Face 363

Madara Mikejima 2108

Kohaku oukawa 2856

others

Jin Sagami 315

Akiomi Kunugi 267

Seiya Hidaka 54

couldn’t find a proper tag for gatekeeper

[my-anime-goods]

Koori Zokusei Danshi to Cool na Douryou Joshi (The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague) - Nendoroid #2108 Fuyutsuki-san by Good Smile Arts Shanghai. Release: September 2023

[wyvernvoneldritch]

“Power allows for authority. Too much power allows for tyranny.”

Finally! She’s done!

Meet Spider-Goth (aka Dark-Web) from Earth-1809 in the year 2108!

Haven’t thought of a real name, but her stagename is enough for now!

She’s 7’2, Colombian, and her voiceclaim would be Ellen Thomas as Ambessa Medarda! She loves Soul music and killing vampires and werewolves!

⚠��� DO NOT use the art or characters without permission

⛔️ NO tracing, NO reposting

⛔️ NO shifting, NO role playing

[balu8]

Hal Foster: Prince Valiant

Source comiartfans; Peter Hartung

Hal Foster - Prince Valiant 2108, preliminary. , in Comicart.dk Peter Hartung's Foster, Hal Comic Art Gallery Room (comicartfans.com)

[krzysztofiwin]

Krzysztof Iwin – „Obrońcy podwórka” olej, płyta 40x50cm (2022) https://iwin.malarstwo.org/pl/obroncy_podworka-2108.html #chłopiec #portret #ilustracja #chorąży #strzelec #40cm #50cm #2022r #zielenie #oranże #błękity #róże #art #painting #Iwin #KrzysztofIwin #obrazy #galeria #malarstwo #obrazyolejne #olejenaplycie

[thefakefactory]

STEFANO FAKE & THE FAKE FACTORY "THE ART OF COLOURS" (2012 - today) from the fake factory on Vimeo.

STEFANO FAKE & THE FAKE FACTORY “THE ART OF COLOURS” (2012-today) Le installazioni immersive di Stefano Fake utilizzano spazio e luce per scoprire la capacità dei colori, statici o dinamici, di influenzare a livello percettivo l'essere umano, generando un’esperienza di incontro tra opera e visitatore. Concepita come una serie di opere in divenire, l'esperienza d'arte immersiva sui colori creata da Fake è stata esposta in diversi contesti sito-specifici negli anni 2012-2108 all’interno della programmazione del Fourisalone di Milano, la Design Week più importante a livello mondiale, e durante il Festival della Luce di Firenze inaugurato proprio nel 2012 con alcune installazioni multimediali realizzate da STEFANO FAKE e il suo laboratorio di arte multimediale THE FAKE FACTORY.

Stefano Fake's immersive installations use space and light to discover the ability of colours, static or dynamic, to influence the perceptive level of the human being, generating an experience of encounter between work and visitor. Conceived as a series of works in progress, the immersive art experience on colors created by Fake was exhibited in various site-specific contexts in the years 2012-2108 within the programming of the Fourisalone in Milan, the most important Design Week on a global level, and during the Florence Light Festival inaugurated specifically in 2012 with some mesmerising multimedia installations created by STEFANO FAKE and his multimedia art laboratory THE FAKE FACTORY.

[myjewelegance]

Experience the art of luxury jewellery… . Shop on https://www.jewelegance.com/products/18k-real-diamond-ring-jgs-2107-01520 Shop on https://www.jewelegance.com/products/18k-real-diamond-ring-jgs-2108-03472 Shop on https://www.jewelegance.com/products/18k-real-diamond-ring-jgs-2108-03471 Shop on https://www.jewelegance.com/products/14k-real-diamond-ring-jgz-2106-00994