#doodle I liked enough to color but not enough to clean

[intjsimp]

It’s finally beach weather in Fl!!

[nellectronic]

[asshuka]

i started this to celebrate the very first rise patch (that concluded the kamura story and introduced valtrax and allmother) and now the final patch is upon us... and i finally finished it!!!!!! :'D :'D :'D

thankfully the composition remained the same despite the long delay and came out pretty cool too... i'm still like enamored with minoto's journey to derangity. not sure if it's actually subtle storytelling or me digging it that deep myself from crumbs lol it's good either way tho

[murielsnipples]

My askbox is open btw I would love to take drawing requests/suggestions if anyone has any!

[kitteningotham]

THEYRE SO PRETTYYYYY

core 4 magical girl set finally reunited

[matchingbatbites]

Eddie doesn't like sports.

Well, okay, that's not technically true. Growing up in the deep south left him with an ingrained interest in college football that he's not sure he'll ever be able to shake, but at least he can understand that game. He doesn't know a single fucking thing about hockey.

The rest of the guys had been excited when Chrissy said the band had been offered tickets to see the local NHL team. He was upset by how quickly he'd been outnumbered, but the boys had plied him with the promise of violence on ice, and that was enough to sooth the betrayal, at least a little.

Which is how he finds himself here, smushed between Chrissy and Gareth and not really as engaged as he should be, watching a bunch of men run around on the ice - sometimes literally, which is crazy. There has been a little violence though, so that's something at least.

Eddie blinks when Chrissy hands him a small dry erase board and a couple of markers that she pull from her bag. "What's this for?"

"You're famous, Eddie. The arena staff knows we're here, which means we're probably going to be on camera. I figured you could entertain yourself with some appropriate messages. Appropriate," she reiterates, and Eddie grabs at his chest like he's been shot.

"You wound me! As if I would ever deign to flash the cameras with a message that's anything less than the pinnacle of wholesome!"

Chrissy rolls her eyes but smiles - ever used to his dramatics by now - and just turns back to the game. Right, sometimes it's easy to forget that Chrissy is actually a sports person.

Eddie gets to work on his first message, not entirely sure when they're going to be the focus of the large screen above them. Chrissy glances over to see what he's writing and just sighs, and Eddie can't bite back his grin.

It's actually not too long before the announcer mentions something that isn't related to the game, and then-

"With nearly twelve million monthly listeners on Spotify, please welcome local metal band, Corroded Coffin!"

Eddie looks up to see their faces on the screen and grins as he turns his board around, showing off the LOOKIN 4 HUSBAND he's written in block letters. There's a mix of cheers and laughter from the crowd, and Eddie can't help but give a joking wink to the camera before he's laughing as well.

Chrissy smacks him on the arm and says "I can't believe you," but she's smiling as well. Eddie just shrugs and cleans the message from the whiteboard, freeing up space for him to doodle in between catching glances at the game.

It's a little bit later when a big fight breaks out, and a few players from each team are sent to the- box? The box. Eddie watches the big screen as the camera follows one of the players, tracking the man as he steps inside the little booth and rips his helmet off in frustration and- holy shit.

The guy is fucking stunning; his jaw, his nose, his sweat-damp hair and the beauty marks scattered across his skin like stars. Eddie wants to get closer, wants to know the color of his eyes and smooth the crease between his brows, wants to shove his fingers into that pretty, pink mouth-

And then the camera changes, going back to the players on the ice, and Eddie blinks like he's been released from a spell. He turns to Chrissy, one hand grabbing at her arm as he says "Who the fuck was that guy?"

Chrissy glances at him but keeps most of her attention on the game. "Harrington? He's literally the captain of our team, Eddie. I know you're not super into this, but that's kind of a hard thing to miss."

The man huffs a little as he releases Chrissy's arm. "I know literally jack-shit about this game, Chrissy, nothing is hard to miss."

Eddie takes the chance to re-write his white board before turning it to face outward, hoping that some cameraman will take pity on him and put him back on screen. He's not sure how long Harrington has in what is essentially timeout, but Eddie keeps his eyes on him all the same, glad that they're actually not too far away from the box.

It's a couple of minutes later when the announcer says "Looks like our friends Corroded Coffin have another message, this time for team captain Steve Harrington," and Eddie doesn't need to look to know that the screen is showing his new sign: #14 U R PRETTY. DATE?

He sees Harrington - Steve - look up, and watches as the frustration melts from his face, only for the prettiest pink blush to spread across his cheeks and ears. The guy laughs - and christ, Eddie didn't think he could get any more beautiful, but here he is - and doesn't hesitate to nod, even makes a little call me motion like he knows Eddie's watching him.

Eddie beams and nods back, laughs when the other player in the box shoves Steve playfully and makes a comment that deepens the blush on his face. He gets a couple of shoves and smacks from his own friends and a bewildered "I can't believe you just did that!" from Gareth.

Chrissy leans into him as he cleans the board again. "Hockey's not so boring now, is it?" she says, and Eddie can't help but agree, his eyes never leaving the ice - leaving Steve - for the rest of the game.

[mellotunekitty]

Dating Dick Grayson Would Include…

Huge on physical touch. He’s a touchy person 100% especially if you’re dating. You sort of watched the progression of his touchiness with you. When you guys were just friends, he’d give you simple touches like high fives or short hugs. But after you started dating, he was all over you. Hugs, kisses, leaning on you, pulling you against him, holding your hand 24/7. Etc. 

Speaking of touch, I feel like he’s the type to pull away last. He’s never the first to pull away in any relationship, platonic or romantic. If he DOES pull away first, he does not like you. The reason he pulls away last is because he always wants that last moment of contact with you. 

He feels bad for having to go do Nightwing duties and leaving you, so he always tries to come back home with food or a little treat for you. Even if you insist he doesn’t have to, he has an excuse ready. He didn’t have to buy your favorite take out on the way home? It was on the way and he was hungry too. He didn’t have to get you flowers? He figured it’d give the apartment a nice touch of color anyway. 

If, and let’s be honest when, he comes home from patrol/a mission all scratched up and beaten, he will do EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER to hide it from you. He’ll come home just that extra bit later when he knows you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll go to his safehouse or Wayne Manor to clean up first, hell, sometimes Dick won’t come home at all and have you worrying more than if he’d just come home and let you patch him up. 

When he comes home from a mission or from patrol, he’s so desperate to just go to bed with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s noon, it’s naptime. Sometimes he won’t have enough energy to take the Nightwing suit off, so he’ll just… lay on top of you wherever you happen to be sitting. Couch, bed, wherever. 

Times where he has an early/late night patrol or mission, he leaves a note explaining where he is and what’s going on wishing you a good morning/night. If he has enough time before he leaves, he adds little doodles to the note too.

[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miguel who’s proud of his tattoos. At least most of them. He has some professionally done and others were stick and pokes from when him and Gabriel were younger.

Punk!Miguel who watches you with a smile when you touch up and down his arm. He hides the shivers down his spine when your perfectly manicured pink and green nails rake across the art decorated on him.

“What’s this one?” You poke at a terrible done smiley face, it was a little blobbed but barely noticeable with the much nicer ones done around it.

“One of the first tries my brother did on me when he was starting out.”

“And you kept it?” You tilt your head with a scrunch of your nose. Miguel laughs.

“Sentimental value.”

You scoff. “No way.”

“Yeah, way.” He takes your hands and pulls you closer, lugging you forward onto his lap where you belonged. Getting yourself comfortable you placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you just gonna have them on your arms?” You ask, tugging down his shirt for a peek at any new ones. Miguel smirks and stops your peeking by tsking and shaking his head—a knowing look on his face.

“Course not but tattoos cost money, babe.”

“You should get one of me.” You pout your lips, crossing your arms that makes you seem snobbish.

“What? Like get one of your face?” He laughs and leans back on his hands.

“No! Like—I dunno! Something sentimental about…me?” You look away, feeling the prickling embarrassment crawling up your neck. “Never mind!”

“Oh, so you want to be on my body, huh?” He teases, taking your hand and sliding it under his tank top to feel his warm stomach, faint dips of abs.

“You know what I mean!” You whine, feeling frozen with him holding your hand in place. He can’t help but find you adorable. Letting go of your hand to come around your waist as he leans up again, one hand coming down to cup your ass. He swallows your squeak with a kiss, unable to stop himself from biting into your sweetness.

Punk!Miguel who—even if he teased you about it—actually adored the idea of having a tattoo of you on him.

Punk!Miguel who thought day and night of what could represent you. Flowers he felt was done often, your name was cute but basic and anything else could very well be mistaken for something else. He wanted something that was obviously you.

Punk!Miguel who was rearranging his room again, bustling through various boxes for some spring cleaning.

Punk!Miguel who found his box of memories from when you two first began dating. It had been filled with all your gifts and letters you’d given him—every last piece saved securely in the corner of his room.

He smiles as he opens the box up again. Some pieces of papers falling out and the little broken keychain you got to match with him until it snapped when he accidentally sat on it.

He sits at his desk, flipping through the pages and tiny plushies you’ve given him. His heart swelling at the swirls in your writing with blue ink—the bunny pen you always wrote with.

The smile on his face continues as he reads through your words of love for him—words that you often found too difficult to say. He slams his forehead on the desk, blush coating his cheeks and ears while he groans loudly.

Each letter you’d given him ended with a print of your kiss mark at the very bottom. Some of it was a matte red, others was a faint glitter stain, but most of it was a soft pinkish color. The kind that was glossy and gave you just enough color that it looked tinted and natural.

His finger grazes the mark, an idea popping in his head.

Punk!Miguel who goes to a tattoo shop he was very well acquainted with, with an artist he knew extra well.

He slams his arm on the counter where a man was behind it, sucking on a lollipop and doodling in his sketchbook. The guy raises an annoyed brow.

“Do you have any space open for a walk-in client?” Miguel asks with a smirk.

“I don’t have space for annoying ones.” He sighs and puts his drawing pad away.

“I have money this time, Gabri. Plus, family discount.”

Punk!Miguel who is both afraid and excited to show you what he’s done to himself. He feels his heart hammering while he preps himself to show you. He’d done the aftercare as precisely as possible, taking extra care of it because this was no ordinary tattoo.

Punk!Miguel that lets you take off his shirt when he tells you he’s gotten a tattoo of you.

Punk!Miguel who smiles with amusement when you gasp and hit his arm that you were joking before! That tattooing is a permanent thing! He tells you that he knows.

His heart stills when you eyes land on his chest. On his left side, where his heart would be was your kiss mark. Just like the ones you left on the letters you used to give him.

You touch your lips subconsciously, your other set of fingers hovering over his lifted skin. You look up for permission and he nods, brining himself closer.

You marvel at the piece of work that replicated your lips. “Oh, Miguel…” You sigh, blinking back tears.

“Are you getting emotional?”

“No!”

He brings you to his chest in a tight hug, your hand still resting beside your kiss mark now permanently etched on his person—a permanent reminder that he is yours and that he loves you.

[erika-xero]

Thoughts on ai and Art

What has Ai really changed for me is the perception of my own art. Years back, I was extremely concerned of my work being imperfect: everything had to look "right", the anatomy had to be flawless, the lines - clean and refined. The pipe-line had to be flawless too: minimal amount of layers, one - for lines, one - for colors, and a few for lighting/shading.

Meanwhile I was yearning for chaos and the standard pipe-line felt too strict, too limiting. I finished the drawing and cried over the imperfections, but I could not let myself create a new layer and just paint it all over as I wanted to - that would "mess up my perfect psd". This was even harder because I started as a traditional artist and traditional art is basically the same as drawing on one layer or stacking the layers on top of each other whenever you wish to change anything. I was so obsessed with the anatomy/perspective looking right that my works started looking boring and stiff. If I was not sure that I would be able to draw a certain body part at a certain angle ANATOMICALLY PERFECT - I just refused to draw it at all. Drawing back then was HARD. I forced too much limitations upon myself, I was so scared of making any mistakes and thus did everything I could to avoid the risk to fail. It felts like an entire world would see me failing and everyone - literally everyone - will disapprove. And don't get me wrong - the art community in my country has always been astonishingly toxic. We had, like, a group of 20 THOUSANDS individuals hunting down children online and bullying them into oblivion for drawing anime and furry characters in their school textbooks. And pretty much everyone except a small group of people (which I was a part of) thought that it's absolutely fine and this is how the things should be. Even the industry professionals were absolutely sure that young artists have to suffer and be ashamed of everything they do unless it is absolutely flawless at an any aspect. I was ashamed of everything I did back then. I was ashamed of drawing and posting sketches because I felt like they are not good enough to be shown to anyone. And then the Ai-boom started. And I had mixed feelings because I was not THAT scared, but I was somewhat disappointed of people? General public praised the generated slop ignoring the mistakes far worse than what real artists got bullied for for DECADES. The synthetic artworks are shiny. They are overrendered. They are liveless, boring, they lack fundamentals and yet somehow people viewed them as some kind of a miracle. I decided to learn how does those little machines generated their slop out of morbid curiosity, just to make sure that I got it right and it is spitting out cadavers created from mutilated, dismembered works of real artists. Used by people who did not care enough to pick up a bloody pencils. And I thought: why would I care enough to look at something that no one bothered to create? And then I started seeing everything I do completely different. I suddenly stopped caring of being perfect. Every piece I have ever done, every work I was crying over for it being ugly, every messy sketch and unfinished doodle suddenly started to matter a lot. Not that I stopped caring of doing my best, no. I stopped wishing to disown my own mistakes. They are my own. I cared enough to try and fail and to try again, and fail so badly that I wanted to cry, scream and throw up. And I repeated the cycle for long enough that I started to enjoy my silly doodles and started loving every tiny imperfection because this is what made my art so human. I still suck at drawing hands and feet. My line-art is messy and I started doing it right on top of my colored sketch. My pipe-line is in chaos and my PSDs look like a total mess of three hundreds of layers. I draw sketches with huge-ass round brush only adding the details that really matters. My works are better than they could ever be because they feel alive and chaotic as we human had always been. This is a love letter to my art and write it while flipping off my middle finger to the cadavers generated by the machine. I will not be stopped by glorified autocomplete and I refuse to be outdone by people who confuse googling an image with the act of creation.

My worst drawing is better than any of the generative imagery out there, because I cared drawing it.

[winniefrezcomics]

can you infodump about the au pairs in your fairly normal parents au because I’m love them :>

Sure thing! Guessing u meant devs weird robo dads specifically, apologies if not lmao-

(I had…. WAY more to say about these dudes and thier role in the AU than I thought I would… 😳)

The two au-pairs (or au-fairs lol) assigned to raise and protect Dev from birth are named #C0C0C0 and #FDD700 (spoken out loud like serial numbers) or, as baby Dev nicknamed them for ease of pronunciation- “Silver” and “Gold”!

(He even started to change thier appearances to make them easier to identify and tell apart, but Dale would restore the two to their “default” color scheme whenever he noticed- a silent stand-off he and Dev had for years)

Though their robotic and monotone nature has always made it difficult for them to reciprocate affection, Dev gets to know them well enough that he can pick up subtle changes in thier voices and expressions (even through the big-aaa visors lol) as well as subtle diffences in thier personalities that are invisible to most people (silver is slightly stricter, while gold is more lenient, and emotes more frequently than his partner)

At first, these two pixie-esque little robo-servants are completely blindsided by thier new directive- NO ONE in fairy world knows how to take care of a baby, and all the data available on it is thousands of years old- but they are nothing if not loyal, so they do as Dale asks and keep the baby fed, clean, and most importantly, quiet.

(They do great with the first two, but fairy babies gonna fairy baby, so Dev is still prone to hyper-destructive magical outbursts)

(Due to Devs ability to glimpse into the future, even as an infant, the moment Dev first saw his new caretakers, he was granted a vision of the two Pixies caring for him and playing with him, so Baby Dev was quick to show them affection, much to Silver and Golds surprise and confusion. )

ENTIRE ass backstory and more doodles under the cut lmfao 😂

The first few months of raising Dev were ROUGH, and mostly just involved these two poor incompetent pixies getting thrown around by whatever magical outburst the newborn had for them that day. When first assigned, the two of them gave serious consideration to taking shifts, but Dev quickly made it clear both of them were necessary- and when Dale finally DID get fed up with the CONSTANT interruptions to his work and threaten to replace Sliver and Gold with different Au Pairs, the two pixies BEGGED for another chance, though neither of them was sure why they did so, since they had been given- objectively -the most difficult assignment of any au pairs in history.

As dev got older, he became increasingly attached to his au pairs, and as much as they tried to stay professional, Silver and Gold couldn’t help but grow incredibly attached to their little curly-haired not-son as well. The older dev got, the more honed his magic became, and the more offended he started to get by his fathers constant absence- meaning it became much more difficult for the AU pairs to keep him away from Dale (thier main purpose by this time)

Starting magic/ clairvoyance lessons helped keep dev occupied, and the AU pairs did their best to entertain him, but kid Dev became increasingly demanding of his fathers time and attention, two things Dale gave him as little of as possible.

The first time Dev disappears without a trace, Silver and Gold are MORTIFIED- they rally every other AU pair they can to help find him (I think they’re a pseudo-hivemind? Like can transfer data and frequently speak in unison but it’s more akin to a Bluetooth link than an actual single shared consciousness lmao)

Ooooonly to find out it was just the other fairy kids “abducting” him to hang out and get popsicles.

Embarrassed that they had made such a fuss and gotten the well-meaning fairy kids in trouble, the next times silver and Gold sense the children attempting to “kidnap” their friend, they develop a tendency to politely look the other way- tho of course they trail Dev in secret bc they’re still worried- eventually Hazel insists that devs “robo dads” should come hang out with them too, and neither AU pair had ever experienced “bitter-sweetness” until being called that sobs

Even into his early adulthood, silver and gold remained loyal to Dev, though he did request they do more “checking in” than “constant hovering”, as they did when he was a child. By this time, however, silver and gold’s personalities and mannerisms were NOTICEABLY unique when compared to the other AU pairs, sort of messing up the whole “perfect unison” thing the rest of thier species prides themselves on, and ostracizing them both, however mildly.

Sooo After Dev had his huge falling out with his dad and left in a huff after magically (only SORT OF accidentally) trashing his fathers office, silver and gold INSIST on being the only Au-pairs sent to retrieve him, despite Dale initially wanting to send every single one out to search and bring divination home.

When they find him, Dev has already moved into the guest bed at the wells house, and is talking to Hazel about going with her to godprenting school (something dev is not actually INTERESTED in bc he’s terrible with kids, but he HAS to get away from his dad, and Hazel had been begging him to quit his shitty fortune telling job and come with her for YEARS)

Instead of taking Dev back to his Dad as they’d been instructed, the three of them have the most difficult, honest conversation they’ve ever shared, Dev’s REAL dads finally accepted that thier little boy was all grown up, and needed to be set free.

(Hazel is how I looked drawing this tbfh)

CURRENTLY, Silver and Gold are Happily retired! Figuring they would be fired for “failing” to find and return Dev anyway, they both mutually decide to resign from servitude to the Dimmadome corporation. As the first two au pairs to EVER do so, Dale wasn’t really sure what to do w them, but with hundreds of other au pairs still serving him, he saw no reason to refuse, simply opting to strip them of thier mechanical upgrades so they weren’t at risk to “sell off the company’s tech secrets” or whatever-

Thier new forms took some serious getting used to, but modern gold and silver more or less look like regular fairies, save for their big silly cube heads and still-robotic voices lol. After the two of them learned how to love a child, the next logical step was learning to love each other. Currently, this universes equivalent of au pair 1 and 2 spend their days happily married (for tax purposes) balancing check books, doing paperwork for fun, checking in on thier son the agreed upon number of times per month, and gambling with thier retirement money (tho they frequently have to switch casinos once the staff notice the two of them are little square computers that can easily count cards lmao)

In the fairyworld equivalent of Florida, At sunset, it’s not uncommon to hear identical, robotic laughter echoing along the beach 🩶💛

To anyone who made it down here, Ty for reading! Hope u enjoyed my feral babbling 🥰

Sidenote: I can’t Beilive THESE THINGS made me fuckin well up at WORK lmaooooo, we really in the autism Hyperfocus trenches now, huh 😂😂

[intjsimp]

“You knew from the start it was us, didn’t you?”

“It just took me a while ‘til I knew.”

[kristinhateslife]

Okay so last night I was having an "art style panic"? I guess you could call it that? But I was feeling really bad, so i started drawing other peoples art styles and picking points and peaces out of it!

I did this last night when I was really tired and i used a pen so the drawings may not be how i usually do my drawings haha

Ok so first up we have @emjoyzhos-ej !! I recently just found your account but you have a very cool style!!

•Your skull shape is very unique, very rectangle

•your lines are very sketchy (most people I follow have this trait in their art..)

•when you color it looks like you mayy have rook inspiration from itsxroxannex? Idk i wrote that down, maybe it's not true but I guess i thought that last night

But I love your style! Your art is so cool and I had fun trying to replicate it!

Next we have @milkybnnuy ! Omg so I really like you!! Your art is sooo good

•You draw a lot of fell, so i made the drawing of killer like how you made that one fell killer drawing

•when you color you have a very paintly-style and that's cool!!

•your skull shape reminds me of an egg (i guess thats why i said "egg head" last night)

Up in the top I wrote "I did not replicate your art properly enough," and that's true! Your art is so unique and different from what i usually drew so i had a hard time replicating it! But nonetheless, i had a fun time trying and hope you ain't disappointed lol

Btw- I really like the way you draw your fuzz on hoods!! So satisfying to look at!

And now we go onto @voidzphere !

I've followed you for a while, and you're cool to be around and I like when you post! Though i had a hard time finding the art hidden around, I still was able to replicate it (luckily i chose to draw killer for this haha)

•so I see that you usually draw/post doodles, unless i just didn't scroll down far enough haha (plz tell me if you have drawn something big i wanna see)

•I noticed you have more pointy and thicker lines

•you have a certain way you draw your Skulls, I can't really put a shape or object here to describe it

Even though I couldn't find more drawings, I still tried! I hope you like it, friend, cause u cool

Here is @cherrio-krispz ! I just started following you last night, like seriously I had to search you up just now to figure out who you were cuz I forgot, but when i saw your art I immediately recognized you

•you have a very recognizable style!

•again, i did not replicate well.

•very painty-like when color

•sketchy lines, seems like you don't do line art?

•I like ur skulls, they look like skulls

OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOU. YOUUU. @somegrumpynerd OMG YOUUUUUU. I REALLY LIKE YOUR ARTTT.

•I LIKE IT

•very cartoonish

• noticable art style

•thick lineart

I LOVE seeing posts when they come out!!! They're really really cool and make me feel so happy when I see them! Keep going because you're so cool!

@spookeri haiiii

You're here tooo

i like ur art :)))))) a LOT . Same as the last guy, I get very excited when you post. Your DTIYS were fun, and yeye... Yeah

•Very flat colors

•flat lines

•cool looking skulls

•you have an "air-brush" shading style (i guess you could call it), which isn't a bad thing! Do what you want to do! But maybe try out cell-shading? Idk you don't have to, but idk i feel like cell-shading fits your art style

Also if you look in the bottom you can see a scratched out drawing, that was my first attempt haha

You can see it in the drawing below

@wyllaztopia !! I like your art :)) you have a very noticeable style and when you post I get excited as well!

•clean lines

•you make skulls longer than how other people make their skulls in this last

•I liked replicating it

Idk what else to say ... Its just all really cool!!

And last but not the worst

My art style!

My art style is

•cool

•easy to draw

•and funny lookin'

What did i learn from this whole thing i did? That everyone has a unique style, that even if they try to change it it still stays theirs and it's still unique

I also found out that everyone, small artists and big artists, has flaws! It's comforting to know that everyone has flaws so I know I'm just learning and getting better everyday

Another thing I got from this is that everyone's styles are always changing and warping. But thats fine! Because everyone's moving and changing, and the worlds always moving and changing!

So, don't be so hard on yourself if you're struggling to draw or find an art style, how you draw is unique to you and you'll like it one day

Just keep drawing everyday and you'll get there.

I suggest doing this challenge, on paper or digital, wether you color it or not, or post ot or not!

It's great to try out.

[vividraft]

I love you and all your colors...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!artist!reader x childe / modern-ish au? /angst little to no comfort

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: Childe had fought hard to make you love your talent for painting, but during just one argument, it all slipped away

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops), and the ending is like,, really rushed

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: if people ask for it, i might write a part two or so...

old post masterlist tba !

you had these scars on your hands, and you hated them. no one knew where they came from except for your boyfriend, childe. he has caressed your hands so many times, and told you before, that he doesn't mind the crescent shaped marks on your hand. 

he knew you used to press your nails into your palm so hard, that they started to bleed. you’re an artist, and always wanted to do something with your talent, yet your parents were more than just unsupportive of your dreams. they started suggesting that you put your free time in something other than your ‘little doodles’. 

yet their words grew harsher and harsher over the years you lived. 

Whenever you were once again told that you're useless, and that your paintings don't look any different from those compared to a five year old, your hands would start bleeding again. 

maybe you would've given it all up, if it wasn't for your, at that time, friend childe. he was your rock, your support in all of this. 

How many times had you texted him late in the evening and asked him if you could stay over at his place? How many times had he cleaned out the wounds on your palms? 

He helped you move out of your parents house, into your current shared apartment, and helped you be comfortable drawing again. 

Yet even with all of his support, you grew protective of your work. you barely told anyone about what you did, and was afraid of taking criticism. 

one person you were not afraid of though. you were never too afraid to ask childe for his opinion on your recent piece. you were never too afraid to turn around the canvas, and show him what you had done with your time. 

and everytime again, he was proud of you. He peppered your face with kisses, and told you what he especially liked. 

and over the years, even your so much hated scars started to fade. 

Apparently his job has started to take a lot more from his energy though. 

he never said that, but you just assume that that is the reason for his lack of response to your proudly painted canvas.

nowadays you never got more from him, other than a simple ��i like it’, or even just a hum of approval. 

and it got you thinking, if you would stop showing him what you had done, would he care enough to ask? 

so that's what you did. 

The next day when he came home from work, you didn't ask if you could show him what you had painted. you simply greeted him with a warm dinner, and a kiss on the lips. you hadn't mentioned your art for the whole day. 

but still, while lying in bed, your thoughts told you that he was probably just exhausted, and that he might have forgotten, but tomorrow he will surely ask you about it!

he never asked you about anything. 

Was he really that forgetful? a week had passed, and you just wanted to show him one piece, that took you significantly long. 

“babe, i have something to show you!”, the excitement not fading even though childe had forgotten what you spent the majority of your time with. 

“Sure what is it?”, your boyfriend didn't even look up from his dinner, but that was okay! He was probably just really hungry. 

"I'll get it!”

you quickly ran to your room, and grabbed the beautifully painted canvas. 

yet childes reaction was as little as the hope you had left for any sign that you two were not drifting apart. 

“oh, that's cool babe”

thats cool?

you felt your heart clench, when you realized that's all he had to say. Still, you weren't ready to give up yet. 

“what do you like about it?”, what were you even trying. 

childe took another look at the painting, and then at you. 

“I don't know, it looks pretty though”, you quietly looked away. 

“Okay, thanks for your feedback, I’ll be heading to sleep now”, you smiled, but the hole in your heart was growing by the second.

“alright good night babe”

The bed felt cold. you hugged your own body, trying to keep yourself warm, yet the cold sheets you were lying between made you shiver. 

you could no longer blame childes dismissive act on his work, and him being so exhausted. What could have changed your boyfriend so much, that he was no longer the person that made you feel so safe? A tear rolled down your cheek, onto your pillow. 

When you woke up that morning, childe was not there. you assumed he must have headed to work earlier than usually. 

you forced yourself out of bed, ignoring how heavy your body felt on your legs. That was when a specific thought came to mind. maybe you should start showing your boyfriend your drawings without him having to ask. and maybe, just maybe, he would start being excited to see them again. 

you don't remember what made you come to this conclusion. maybe desperation for the love you used to feel everyday, which had now left your life as quick as it had appeared. 

so that's what you did. everyday you had proudly presented your boyfriend your drawings which you had put minute after minute and hour after hour of your days into. longing for his love and attention back you were ready to do anything. 

probably if you had told anyone how you felt, and what you were doing, they would have called you desperate. 

but no one could expect from you to give up the love that had saved you over and over again. no one could expect that you would give up the only person who was there for you in your hardest and happiest times. 

so youre not giving up yet. 

even though childes lack of enthusiasm remained the same, you were glad he was at least not shaming you for your hobby like your parents used to. you don't know how you would react if he were to act that way, but it was childe you were talking about. 

you were convinced he could never even act that way. 

but how long could you still continue this? everyday where you presented your work to him, and he would just react with a disinterested ‘nice’, felt like a weakening punch in the gut. 

this wasn’t working. maybe you should just talk to him about his lack of a reaction to your hobby and your work. the work which he used to love so much. 

so maybe that was the right thing to do.

when he came home from that specific day at work, you had shown him a drawing which was especially big. you had put so much work into it, you barely took a break the whole day to make sure it was finished before he came home. 

maybe you were going to get a bigger reaction out of him this time. 

“looks great babe”

he didn’t even look at it. 

What were you doing wrong? 

“childe, you didn’t even look at it”, maybe you really needed to talk to him. 

“huh?”, seriously? did he even care? has he never even listened to you?

“childe you don’t even care about my drawings like you used to, do you?”, suddenly he got up from his chair. and you put down your drawing, leaning it against the wall. 

childe rubbed his face.

“you know [name], I’m really tired, can we discuss this some other time?”, you had told yourself for so long that he was just tired, but was that even true?

“childe you’ve been tired for months now. don’t get me wrong, i can't even begin to imagine how exhausting your job must be, but I don’t even really feel like you acknowledge me, other than eating the food i cook for you”

you had to try really hard for this to not turn into an argument. emphasis on tried, because childe was not willing to listen to you. it felt like he was never going to be listening to you, and you needed to get that out of your system. maybe this wouldn't be the best time to tell him, but was it ever going to be the best time?

“I understand that you might be tired, but just tell me what happened? why are you being like this?”, your tone remained calm, yet your muscles tensed up.

“All I am asking of you is the attention that you used to give me. i understand that you can be tired when coming home from work, that's not something i'm denying, but-”

“Look, [name], do you really want to know?”, his tone was a lot harsher than yours, and it made a shiver travel up your spine. 

you took a second, but nodded and gave him a hum. 

“you know that while i am going out to work, and let you stay here all day, all you do is paint and draw. you know that there are so many things that you could spend your time with, but instead you waste your day just holding a paintbrush all day”, childe words were absolutely taking you apart. whether that was his intention or not, that's what he had achieved. 

When you two first moved into the apartment, you had told him that you would go find a job, but he insisted that you should stay home. if he had anything to say, or if he had wished for you to get a job, he could have said so, couldn't he? 

“childe if you had wanted me to get a job, you could have said so. i would have started looking for someth-”

“you're missing the point! I am saying that you keep wasting all your time, and then expect me to praise you for it! your stupid drawings are just a huge waste of your days! Every single day I come home and you remind me of how much you waste your time! Do you seriously think that I could be proud of you for that?!” 

Maybe trying to confront him today wasn't such a good idea, yet this felt like it was a really long time coming. 

when you blinked, you found little tears collected in the corners of your eyes. Yet even when they fell childe didn't notice. He kept ranting on and on about things he had already said. 

while he kept talking and talking, your nails had found your palms once again. an old habit you had wished to finally be rid off. 

the memories came flooding back of your parents shouting at you for the same thing, your boyfriend was shouting at you right now. the same boyfriend that first safed you of the mental torture your parents put you through. the same boyfriend who would cut your nails for you, so the wounds wouldn't be so bad. the same boyfriend who had praised you for your talent. 

the stupid thing about this was that childe isn't actually mad about you wasting your day. he wasn't even able to put an exact finger on it. you could blame it on him being exhausted from work, and needing to take out his exhaustion somewhere, or maybe he was mad about not spending enough time with you. maybe he was mad at himself for not giving you enough attention, but the hurtful things have been said, and there was nothing he could do to take them back. 

when childe finally looked at you after ranting for a good minute, his heart dropped to his stomach and maybe even further. 

there you were standing, sniffling, looking down at your feet while your nails were digging into the soft flesh of your palms. your face was wet from your tears, and your hand only reached up to wipe them away, and then to return into a tight fist. 

“i understand, I hic i will draw less, and find better things to do”

childe often found himself wishing to be able to turn back the time, but never had he prayed so hard for being able to take back his words. 

“w-wait, [name] i-”, childe felt like all the words and apologies he could have given you were knocked out of his brain in an instant, and he panicked when you wanted to walk past him to leave the room. 

although the worst thing was that you were pressing your nails so hard into your palms again, to a point where you were bleeding from the amount of pressure you were releasing. childe felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. the habit of yours that he was fighting so hard to get rid off, had returned. it had returned because of him. 

“[name] please i don't know why i said that, i was just- maybe i was just tired from work, although i cant blame it on that-”, childe frantically took your hands into his, yet your nails already had your blood on them.

childe felt like a world in front of his eyes fell apart. the bad habit of yours that he tried fighting for so long, was close to returning. He was the one who tore your scars back open, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

“[name], [name] please- I didn't mean to say these things, please”, all childe could do was beg and repeat your name over and over as he felt his eyes water. 

he frantically held your hands, and let you to a chair, to sit down. tears were still repeatedly staining your face, and childe had rushed off to get some bandages for your hands. 

childe rushed back and almost fell down onto his knees in front of you. 

“please just let me-”, childe proceeded to clean your wounds a little, and then bandage up your hand. while he was handling your hand, you didn't move or talk one bit. other than quiet sniffles, you just let childe do what he needed to do. in the meantime, your head hung low and your eyes haven't stopped staring at that one spot on your leg. 

you didn't know how to feel. How could you? the one person you believed you could turn to, whenever your parents were rude to you, has done the same thing you were so afraid of happening again. and why? because of stress at work? because he had a bad day? 

“[name] i know you're mad, just please- please say anything”, childe pleaded with you. 

“I’m not mad”, you replied and your voice broke. you weren't even sure if that was true. you were more hurt than angry, but then again you were also just confused. 

“it's late… Can I go to bed?”, why were you asking him? 

“of course- anything you want, I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight”, you were both crying and overwhelmed by emotions. 

you nodded and headed up the stairs to the room you and childe usually shared. a million thoughts flooded your mind, but for some reason your chest felt so empty. 

the person you usually relied on when you felt this way, was now the cause of your feelings. Who were you supposed to turn to? 

then another thought filled your head. What if your parents were right all along? maybe you should have done anything else but waste your life painting stupid pictures. 

you cried yourself to sleep that night. 

and even after you woke up, you could feel the daggers that were sent through your heart. 

you opened the door to your room. “childe?”, you called out, your voice being utterly shaky. 

was he at work? 

when you opened the door to your art room, you didn't expect childe to be sitting in the middle of your paintings. you couldn't read the expression which was resting on his face. 

what childe hadn't realized was that these paintings were small pieces of your soul. every single one of the paintings were thoughts and feelings that you couldnt find the words for, so instead you found the colors for your unspoken feelings. childe has never wished for anything as much as he has wished that he paid more attention to you.

“childe…?”, your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and his head shot towards the door. 

“oh- sorry i was just… well uh, do you need anything?”, childe stammered, getting up from his sitting position. 

“I was just looking for you… why are you here?”, your voice remained quiet and shaky. 

“i was just… looking at all your work that i had missed… and all the time… well uh- if you want me to leave i'll go-”

“its… it's okay i just wanted to see where you were” with those words you turned around, about to leave the room. 

“wait-! [name] I… I’m sorry, I don't know what to say to let you know how bad i feel-”

“childe i know”, his face was met with the sight of a sad smile on your face. 

“w-what can I do to make you feel better? I’ll do anything- please”

“I don't know, honestly…”, a shaky sigh escaped your lungs. 

“please… know that i love you [name], more than anything”

“i… love you too”

[critterbitter]

I finally got all my brain ducks into enough of a row to send this! I just wanted to say that Tumblr recommended your art to me on a whim, and I am actually OBSESSED now lol. I had no prior investment in Submas or anything tangentially related to it prior to this (aside from liking Pokémon generally lol), but I couldn’t help but tear through everything you’ve drawn for these silly little rat children and I love them so much now!!! I wanna pick them up and shake him around like little action figures! The shenanigans and the heartfelt moments are just,, UGH so good! I have no words! Thank you for the food I am going FERAL over them <3

Your art is also high key goals for me now tbh. I absolutely ADORE your coloring and rendering style, and also they way you draw Pokémon in general?? Very animalistic but still recognizably Pokémon?? Literally galaxy brained. I’m going to SCREAM. I know you already posted a bit of your art process, but I’d love to know if you’ve got any rendering tips and/or how you get that clean but sketchy look. It looks so good I want to eat it lol.

(Also I really love the way you’ve been formatting Elesa’s dialog, with the extra lines around the letters. It really gives the vibe that her grasp on Galarian is currently shaky at best and idk, I like that you’ve managed to find a way to convey that over text. I think that’s pretty cool :D)

I SAW YOU REBLOG A WHOLE BUNCH AND IM,,, (throwing hearts at you)

Thank you so so much! I’m glad you love these terrible little guys wandering Unova just as much as I do, haha!

As a treat, lemme pull out some drafting for the mini illustrations. I usually start every snapshot with a run down of what I remember from the area, possible shenanigans encountered, and then a doodle of ideas to come.

From there, it’s a SUPER rough sketch, followed by lineart and rough color, and then cleanup!

(More thumbs and their finals below!)

At the end of the day, all my lines are VERY sketchy. I’m a lot stronger when it comes to mashing colors. That, and if you set your line layer from normal to multiply, the lines will always be automatically darker then whatever layer is placed underneath. It’s a trick used quite a bit for placing cel shadows in animation, but it’s useful for lineart in a pinch.

For colors, I like to stick to a limited pallet and branch out only after setting my primary colors. This entire series has been very experimental for me though, as you can probably tell.

As for the last bit— YES… YOU GET IT! As Elesa grows, the lines in her dialogue will start appearing less and less. It’s the little things that map the span of time for these guys.

Yippee!

[nitrowyverine]

I think I write dating sim/VNs/etc reviews now? Anyway,

LOST IN LIMBO REVIEW/THOUGHTS

This VN piqued my interest, so I gave the demo a shot! This review will follow the same general format as my Obscura/Touchstarved review, except there's 7 (!!!) romance options.

Since I totally loved this game, I'm going to put the conclusion promo up here too: if Lost in Limbo interests you, consider playing it Here, Here on steam, and/or backing it Here!

ALSO! THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE DEMO!

My (long winded) thoughts are below:

(Banner image courtesy of the Ravenstar Games tumblr account pinned post. Individual character pics courtesy of tumblr posts from the studio. Individual posts are linked in character titles.)

Gameplay design thoughts:

the plot immediately sucked me in, I'm pretty invested in whatever the hell is going on with the protag, the realms, the lords, etc. I think the setup/land are deep enough to draw me in, but not so intimidating in it's depth that I'm afraid to explore more.

I always enjoy a little bit of nightmare fuel in my games, so the voidbound are perfect. They're so gross and horrible, but not just a stock zombie/nightmare creature design. Whenever the voidbound pop up, it makes the back of my neck itch, which is perfect.

I have no idea whose route I'll pick first. Usually I have one candidate that I can pick out as number 1. This game however? I go back and forth all the time, since I love all of them. I do think I have bias for Ara/Gael/Amon/Envy, maybe?

I really want to design an MC to doodle for this, but I feel like I don't know enough about other people in the realm. (Mostly, I'm assuming that standard humans don't have pointy ears? how close to our reality is the regular world?) I might say "screw it" and design an MC anyway (with some speculative clothing for once they get cleaned up)

The backgrounds have been great set pieces so far. Sometimes I catch myself just kinda staring into space at them. They've got a fantastic flavor.

Misc. Thoughts written during a replay

Fun touch to have Evie's rock image from the beginning fortune shop scene line up with the 7 LI's color schemes.

Each of the VA's does a lovely job with their voices. I've been turned off of certain dating sims because of bad voice acting, but the acting in this game is superb so far. It really helps set the richness of the story.

I have a theory that the LI's (and possibly people in Limbo in general) experience pain differently. The characters seem largely uninterested in the MC's stabbed, weakened state, beyond a "Oh that sucks....we'll clean you up later" mentality. I wonder if they have different pain tolerances, or are just less attached to such things. (Then again, Amon and Raeya have full missing limbs/eyes, so they probably have a decent perspective on pain altogether)

What does wielder/non-wielder mean? Xal says the MC "Can't wield, can't see." What do the LI's see that we don't? Ara mentions that the MC seems "Completely normal". Many mysteries.

I need those monster forms like crazy oh my goodness. Please devs PLEASE SHOW THE MONSTER FORMS

Now, to the lovely love interests!

Amon

WHO LET THIS MAN BE OVER 7 FEET TALL? PRIDE YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO

I only just noticed he also has a few freckles, *chefs kiss* (Waaaiit do all of them have little freckle skin textures??? Oh this is a glorious day.)

It's hard not to love a big friendly guy. I was honestly relieved when he first showed up, because I did Envy's route first, and I was thrilled to see a friendly face in the big dark scary woods.

This does not mean, however, that I'm not excited to see what this guy turns into when he's mad.

I like that he has pity for MC when they first show up, but I do worry it makes his resolve weaker. I'm not as confident that he could handle society/reality breaking down as well as the others. Can he put aside his affable nature for when shit hits the fan?

Question: What level of fight had to happen for Amon to lose his eye? He's already huge, and has some sort of telekinetic powers. My theory is that he was taken by surprise, maybe by someone close to him.....(Envy I'm looking at you)

RIP Amon you would have loved Hawaiian shirts

Conclusion: Most likely to be the camp counselor who hurts his back from always giving piggy back rides. Least likely to keep his composure during a badly timed pun/dad joke.

Raeya

I'm fighting for my life whenever shes on screen good LORD

Similarly to Amon, I GOTTA know the story behind her prosthetic arm. Its so rad looking, but how did she lose a whole arm? (I am also considering that she was also not born with one)

Playing the demo again, she makes a specific comment about the monsters having not "infected a limb" of the MC. My bet is that's how she lost her arm.

I wish I could have spent 1:1 time with her, but it wasn't offered in the demo. I'd love to have like, a sit down discussion with her about history. (Well I'd be fine getting lectured about history and drinking tea and hanging out)

Out of everyone's motivations, I think I understood Raeya's the most. Even if she was against MC, I think her concerns are completely valid. If an alien fell out of the sky from a different reality to earth I'd ALSO be taking every precaution

She and Amon have matching ear chains, that's adorable....

I hope I can take her on a nice date and spoil her and let her relax in the full game, pretty please. Nothing bad will happen right???

Conclusion: Most likely to gently remind the waiter that you said NO pickles with your order, thank you very much. Least likely to admit to being the one who farted in a crowded room.

Envy

every other line from him is "UGGGHHH" and i love that for them.

After playing, I think I've finally realized that I've got a soft spot for grumps. just grumpy lil friends with their pouty faces

I want (vivi's) Envy's nails SO BAD. I need him to do my nails because theirs are perfect. Envy, envy PLEASE

They pretend not to care, but are already getting attached to the MC by the end of the demo. I can't wait to see what they're like when they actually DO get attached

Elephant in the room, what could he have possibly done to get himself demoted so severely? Everyone seems to be fine with him being demoted except Amon, who sheepishly vouches for him when he can.

I just wanna wrap him in a blanket burrito like you do with a spicy kitten. and then give him little smooches

Conclusion: Most likely to be they guy who gets one drink at a party and sits in the corner with the dog/cat all night. Least likely to allow their partner to willingly boop their nose with any regularity.

Pride

Old man yells at cloud? No....old man IS cloud.

The dev's tumblr has mentioned that he's a pathetic old man, but for now at least, I am afraid of his authority and power. since hes like. yaknow. the big god of this world

The VA did some fabulous work for his voice. I definitely got actual chills in certain parts. 10/10

Okay, so WHAT is this guy's deal with mirrors? He looks great, why is he worried about it. I sincerely doubt he's just 52 though, if he's a god. (as a note for all these interests, I have a feeling that the ages are their physical ages, and not their actual ages. Or at least, age relative to ours. I think they're much older in our years than in their years.)

We also didn't get any 1:1 time with Pride in the demo, so I'm fascinated to see what alone time with Pride would be like. Is he quiet? a chatterbox? Just a guy??? does he only play piano and not talk to you. (power move)

Conclusion: Most likely to show up WAY over-prepared for Parent-Teacher conferences. Least likely to understand and survive the cinnamon challenge.

Ara

Certified CUTIE PIE

We got a pretty clear demonstration of everyone's powers in the demo, except for Ara. Unless it was too subtle for me to realize, I'm not actually sure what her cool powers are yet.

If she DOESN'T have plant powers I'd be very surprised.

I keep wanting to think things like "I have to protect her" or "keep her safe at all costs". But then I remember she's likely absolutely terrifying, and I honestly should be actually afraid for anyone who gets in her way.

I would like to remind/inform everyone that so far, she is the only member of the cast who is visibly armed at all times. (Raeya doesn't count even if her arm claws look really really sharp.)

If I have to pick anyone to party with, it's probably Ara. I know she'd throw an absolute rager, but would also make sure you stay hydrated. I wanna hold her hand too. Please?

I'll go butch for her, i'll do it if thats what she wants. I'm weak

Conclusion: Most likely to be able convince you to give her your kidney. Least likely to let you skip a bloodthirsty game of monopoly because you "Have a headache"

Gael

where did he find pants long enough for him.

Okay. So its HIS fault that Amon has the deepest V-cut since time immemorial. Do you think Amon and Gael had an extensive argument about the minimum amount of clothes Amon has to wear at any given time? Because I do.

His powers certainly did not. Awaken anything in me. Nope.

he has the shortest and most perfect arc from stranger -> friendly -> ???? -> BETRAYAL

I am MASSIVELY curious about his dissociation/spacing out during the demo. He was 8 million miles away in the tower for some reason, and I HAVE to find out why. I just KNOW this man is doing some questionable shit with good intentions and I can't wait to find out what it is.

So, he has SOME issue with touch. No idea what it is, but I can't wait to find out what it is. Also noting he's the only one with full-coverage gloves in the cast. Interesting...

Conclusion: Most likely to cry after being sent those sad FB/insta animal stories. Least likely to let you open your own car/carriage/etc door under any circumstances.

Xal

He looks so soft. I have to bully him, in a good way. (Like grim from Date with Death)

I am fascinated as to why he would lie for MC. That's such a great hook to his character. What does a guy who so desperately wants to be left alone have to see to stick his neck out for a stranger?

SOMEONE get this man a NINTENDO DS POST HASTE

THIS GAME HAS TO GET FUNDED BECAUSE XAL SAYS HE HAS A CAT AND I WANT TO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will do it, I will be the one to tuck him in when he is too eepy. I will carry him to bed and kiss his little head good night

Wait, if he can "Figure something out" by touching it, he could be like, the worlds greatest doctor. Xal please get off the couch and help me diagnose mystery ailments in a medical sitcom

Conclusion: Most likely to injure himself rigging up a Rue Goldberg machine to scratch his back. Least likely take it easy on you once he learns how to play super smash bros. (He's a fox/falco main)

Concerns:

What the Ravenstar team has already been able to accomplish is incredible. I'm worried that with 7 whole love interests (with a possible two more on the way if the kickstarter goes well), i'm worried the devs are taking on a whole lot of work. I think they're fully capable of taking this on, but I hope they don't burn themselves out in the process.

I'm pretty happy to see the kickstarter is moving along, but there's always the chance that something happens, and/or the kickstarter goal isn't met. BY THE TIME I FINISHED WRITING THIS IT GOT FUNDED LETS GOO!!! I still hope this project makes it all the way to completion beyond the kickstarter. Things can always happen, so Ive got my fingers crossed for the Ravenstar team!

OVERALL CONCLUSION:

I loved the demo, and I have now backed the project! The team is trying to hit stretch goals now, so share Lost in Limbo with your buddies! I crave content for this game like nothing else.

[koiifiishy]

a fake npc LI wiki page for eris ! ignore my typos... below/under the cut is different "excerpts from the wiki". if youve yet to see my eris doodlings, you can check this tag! :3 *UPDATE with a little base art pic hehe

First Meeting 2.1 - Orphanage Garden

Leaving the main hallway just outside your room, you exit outside of the backdoor of the Orphanage. There's a Garden back here. Where all four flowerbeds were once overgrown and full of weeds, there are now two that are tidy and freshly tilled. As you approach the beds and wonder what could be grown in them, the sound of a huff to your side pulls your attention away. "You can't use those two. If you wanna plant something, use the other two beds." You turn to see a fellow resident orphan, who you recognize as Eris. He had piercing red eyes framed by long dark lashes. He stands with a hand on one hip and a slight scowl on his face. You've known him long enough to know that he just usually looks tired and fed up -- he's actually pretty nice! He pointed to the clean flowerbeds you had just been observing. "I'm using those two. You can use my tools if you want, just give 'em back when you're done." . . . yeah, he was nice..!

First Meeting 2.2 - Dance Studio

Charlie stopped the lesson for a moment to announce that they needed to step out for a moment. They directed you to find a dance partner to practice with while they were away. A lecherous looking man has his eyes set on you. Before he could reach you, you felt another presence to your side. "Oy - they already have a partner, shove off." You felt a hand slip into yours and turned to see a young man in turtleneck leotard and capri sweatpants. Though it took a moment, you were hit with sudden recognition. He was a fellow orphan, Eris! You nodded and took his hand, "Yup, sorry." The man seemed to want to argue, but the combined glares from both you and Eris ran him off. "Hmph. He couldn't be anymore transparent, huh?" Eris turned his red eyes towards you and offered a faint smile. "Didn't know you were interested in dancing. I drop in now and then, so if you need a dance partner and I'm around..." he trailed off, letting the invitation linger in the air. It would certainly be safer to pair up with somebody you already knew when circumstances called for it!

First Meeting 2.3 - At School

You're walking through the hallways at school to your next class. You feel somebody following you. It doesn't take long for you to hear the jeers of some delinquents and put two and two together. Your shoulders tensed as you prepared yourself for yet another tiresome encounter with bullies. As expected, one of the bullies grab your arm and jerk you towards them while the others laugh and cheer their friend on. You prepare yourself for more, to appease or fight, but a sudden fist to your tormentor's jaw loosens their grip upon you. With a gasp, they staggered back. Surprise colored your expression and you whipped your head to the perpetrator. A small boy with a dark fringe and long blond hair over his shoulders stood defiant beside you, an unmistakable anger in his red eyes. "Class is about to start, assholes. Unless you like detention with Leighton you better be on your way." It was Eris, a fellow orphan! Though he warned the bullies about detention, his actions seemed to suggest he was ready to throw down should that not dissuade them. The leader of the group sputtered angrily, but seemed to think twice of pressing this encounter. "Fuck you, freak! And you're in for it next time we see you!" They yelled at you as they turned to flee. Eris took one of his school shoes off and chucked it square to the back of the fleeing bully's head.

First Meeting 2.4 - At The Cafe

You stop by the café for a quick treat. You slide into a booth and a waiter is quick to come to the table, pen and paper at the ready. "Hey, I'll be your waiter. Can I get you started with something to drink?" The voice is familiar and as you turn to face your waiter, you realize that you know this person. A young man around your age with red eyes and an impressive resting bitch face, even on the clock. "Eris! I didn't know you worked here." You greet him. Eris stared for a moment, before offering a small one sided smile. "Plenty of things you don't know. Now c'mon, I don't gotta lot of time to chitchat, what do you want?" You laughed at his brusque words, "Geez, you must be popular with the customers!" He rolled his eyes but the smile stayed on his face. "Yup, I'm the friendliest waiter in the café. Gimme your order and I'll give you my employee discount." Happily enticed by this deal, you hurried up your order and watched Eris as he jotted it down and retreated to the back.

Places you can encounter Eris

The player has the choice to sit with Robin at lunch and may also encounter Eris sitting with him already, only after having met him for the first time. You do not share any classes with Eris.

Working at the café, the dog pound, or the spa. Working these jobs while Eris is also working will reduce your chances of being harassed. If you get into a situation and scream for help, Eris will come to your rescue the next round.

The temple, usually on sundays or monday mornings. You note that he doesn't seem to be praying so much as he is people watching. Sitting next to him to pray reduces stress and trauma. He will often be seen sitting next to Sydney, if Sydney isn't otherwise busy.

Once a month on the second saturday of that month, you can find Eris working with Alex on the Farm. Should you not have unlocked the Coastal Path and you go home with him at the end of the day, Eris will show you the shortcut back to the city, thus unlocking it for future use.

His room at the Orphanage! Like Robin, the player may visit his room and hang out with him. He can help the player study, listen to music together, or be invited to go out somewhere. His hang out areas are 1. The Forest Lake, where the player can chat, swim, take a walk, or meditate with him. Or 2. The Café, where he'll generously pay for your treat and enjoy a deluxe creampuff for himself. You have the chance of meeting other NPCs at the café, which Eris will make different comments on depending on how that NPC views you - giving the player a unique look into how that NPC views the player through an outside lens.

Relationship

Eris will always begin with a Decent view of the player. His default view of the player is "Eris wants to protect you." Eris' unique trait is "Trust", which will build over time with +Love interactions. On the other hand, it will decrease with -Love interactions. It will not passively degrade or increase.

As stated before, if the player should not pursue Eris as a Love Interest and Sydney is also not pursued, the two of them will eventually begin to date. This doesn't bar the player from romancing them later on! But they will not engage in vaginal/penile sex with the player after that, as they are now promised to each other. Should the player force themselves upon either Eris or Sydney, thus breaking their vow, Eris's Trust will immediately be replaced by Fury.

Low Trust: Eris wants to protect you. (Default)

Mid Trust: Eris thinks of you as a dear friend.

Very High Trust: Eris would kill for you.

Mid Fury: Eris feels hurt by you.

High Fury: Eris feels betrayed by you.

Very High Fury: Eris fucking hates your guts.

If dating the player:

Mid Trust: Eris adores you.

High Trust: Eris would do anything for you.

Low/Mid Fury: Eris prays for your salvation.

High Fury: Eris will help you atone...

Love, Lust, Trust (and Fury)

Similarly to Robin, Lust will only begin building after you've set Eris as a Love Interest. At Low Lust, Eris will insist on not being touched by the player but will service them instead. At High Lust Eris will take on a power bottom role unless he's also at High Trust, wherein the player may take the lead in sex.

He doesn't like high exhibitionist sexual encounters, but can be convinced of low exhibitionist encounters (such as giving oral under a desk, where he or the player can't be seen by others).

Similarly to Sydney: If the player wishes to have vaginal sex with Eris they Must agree to be promised to Eris at the Temple. This will bar the player from having penile/vaginal sex with other characters, or risk breaking their vow. The player may ask Eris about this and how serious he is about his role at the Temple, to which Eris will mostly brush it off as just being another job with extra steps. If the player doesn't wish to be promised to Eris, he will still have anal and oral sex with them (alternatively, he can peg the player!). Should the player fuck Eris vaginally without being promised, Eris' Trust mete will instantly drop to 0 and transition into his Fury meter.

If the player should at any point force themselves on Eris, his Trust will instantly plummet into Mid-High Fury. This can only be salvaged by submitting yourself to him for whatever punishment he sees fit to dole out upon you. Consider this a Soft Bad Ending!

At High Fury: Eris' Fury is holy and righteous - having betrayed his trust, he now considers the player just as wretched as everyone else in this G*d forsaken town. If the player was dating prior to gaining High Fury, he will attempt to salvage them. If they weren't dating, he's all together given up on the player and will no longer help them the ways he used to (rescuing them, giving them money, hanging out with them, etc). He's liable to punch the player without warning should they try to talk to him more than once while at High Fury, leading to ++Pain. Fights with Eris are difficult to win, but not impossible. His Fury will lessen each time he wins a fight, but will go up if he loses a fight. A High Fury Love Interest Eris will be just as violent, but will assure the player that he's doing this for their salvation. The player will note that he seems extremely manic, similar to Kylar in his manic state; unlike Kylar, he isn't sorry when he hurts the player and will instead make the player apologize. This will also unlock a maxed out Dominance meter, again similar to Kylar during their manor event.

<"Eris placed one combat boot against the side of the chair you were tied to. He leaned into this new stance, slowly tipping you back as he leaned his face closer to yours. "I thought you were different." He said, voice eerily calm and stare burning hot. "you're not; you're trash, just like the rest of them... but I know you can be better. You will be better." He pulled away for just a moment, before swiftly kicking the chair, and you, to the ground. You gasped from the shock of landing on your back, cushioned only by the wooden back of the seat you were tied to. It bit into your back uncomfortably, but you had little time to linger on the feeling as Eris placed his boot down firmly against your throat. You struggled on instinct. He cocked his head to one side as he watched you, as one might watch an insect squirm, and the comparison made your stomach knot. You'd betrayed his trust. To Eris, you really were nothing more than an unworthy, insignificant bug to squish underneath his heel. But he relented, and you remembered the good times you shared as well; as friends, as lovers. He may hate you now, but he too seemed to hold onto those memories enough to deem you worth saving. You sputtered for air once his boot fully withdrew. "Who made you fall? Who clipped your wings, love?"> - Yell at him in anger ( ??? ) - Blame Named NPC ( ??? ) - Blame G*d ( ??? )

Miscellaneous !

this game has given me brainrot LOL... if you couldn't tell. if you liked this post i can try to write longer drabbles of things! if you have questions, youre free to inbox me ^^

Eris is small - his official height is 5'1. he will be shorter than your pc unless they're "tiny". he has a flat chest, vagina & 'modest' ass. he takes contraceptives & would suggest the player also take them, just to be safe.

i went mad with brainrot and made him a pinboard and playlist haha,,,

As a boy or a girl, Eris will always be transmasc or transfemme - they will never be cis! by default, he's a transman with a preference for men but he doesn't mind girls!

he fights a lot; his reputation with the cops is bad but he does jobs for Landry sometimes to wipe his record when it gets to cumbersome. despite his frequent detention slips and poor standing amongst other students, he's an exemplary A* student. the other orphans know him to be a big brotherly figure, who they can rely on; he sometimes helps others with lending them cash when they're short on Bailey's extortion rent. the player can also ask for money, to which he'll give them between 50-100 (he must be asked before Fridays).

portuguese heritage. rusty with portuguese but can speak it on a conversational level. has no big opinion on the UK (assuming DOL is in fact based in the UK lol) vs portugal given he wasn't raised in his parent's home country.

his "inner self" is a cat & angel (the angel traits may disappear over time given enough corruption). awareness is high, so he'd be able to notice the player's supernatural traits. he's fine with all of the TFs except demon ones, which cause him to be wary of the player / make small comments on the unholiness of their new traits.

the PC doesn't need to date Eris to ask to sleep in his room, he'll let them do so platonically if they're at a high enough love and trust; this option will also save the PC from any unwanted midnight visitors & give --trauma & --stress.

New orphanage interaction for a group study session with PC, Eris and Robin in Eris' room (he has a table and chairs lol). It offers the same options as doing homework with Robin, but with an additional option to ask Eris to tutor you which will give you a ++ to your chosen subject.