#lyx doodles
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POV: you are Bancoran
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some Jons~
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Okay you know that whole sword-under-chin-head-tilt? Make it 2.0 yuxue but LYX is using a scroll of parchment or a calligraphy brush mid-lesson bc he's teaching all the siblings rn and JYR was doodling, not paying attention, so he lifted his head up bc "the lesson is over here, stop drawing" and JYR is sooooooooooo focusing on the lesson now
(his sister is starting at him in horror because "no why tf are you blushing over our goddamn teacher??? Weren't you just friends??!")
(these scenes are so plot important, I swear)
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no nio they're super importanmt i agree
i feel like she's gonna be one of the most reasonable characters here
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hl2 is making me think of them again
#sleepiiart#this is a doodle that turned into not a doodle by accident..#hl2ai#when i got to bl/ck m/sa east i like took a second to look around and omg like theres a tire swing#yeah its probably just a random physics object but like a tire swing!!! and a merry-go-round!!!!#like playground equipment! and i was like ohhhh 🥺🥺 those were a/lyx's a/lyx grew up thereeeeee#and it killed me
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apparently i have to post this AGAIN bc it’s??? not here anymore????
fjwe;oigjweaio;gwe but i love my boys!!!!!!!!!!
#operator moderator#doodles#coni benneywood#lyx coreloius#and i will totally finish one (1) sketch someday lmaoooo#harry potter hogwarts mystery#hphm fankids#sorry for double spamming y'all but i??????
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he is perfect, no one touch him
Steal his fashion sense! @crushcardvirus
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Some Lyx content doodles (that I have gone to far)
Featuring @iri-lynx kid Cillian, Lyx is singing the other side to him at the three broomsticks to make him join the THEATER CLUB WHICH IS THE BEST CLUB EVER
And @sbunny-sbook 's kid Sunday, its just their first encounter with each other smh 😔 and NO Lyx did not beat him up, he just watched sunday getting beat up by 7 gryffindors like a perfect bystander he is 💀💀
Also I wanted to thank everyone for the constant attention for him and all the AMAZING ART IM screaming every day and night oh my god plz I cant wait to draw everyone 😭😭 Thank you so MUCH
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I think adult Patalliro/Figaro
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I’ve already progressed to crisis about Mike Crew bag but here goes nothing re: the Gerry bag???
Top down...
Suit of Wands: in Tarot, wands symbolize creativity and will (our Gerry is canonically an artist and lbr his life probably involved a lot of willpower). Wands are also interchangeably element of fire or air, and. Well.
Watership Down: the quote paraphrased in the pin is “All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.”
Suit of Swords: in Tarot, swords symbolize reason. Also as mentioned above, interchangeably fire or air.
Candle: this pin is literally called “burning the candle at both ends”. Enough said.
Mothman: the man is certifiably a cryptid up until Jon meets him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Dinosaur (and matching mate) : the reunion outfit from Two Ships Passing by @gerrydelano, which haunts my dreams because I want 1) to write that poignantly, 2) that dinosaur button-up, and 3) to be able to pull off red/pink eyeshadow
Kingdom Hearts Blue Sea Salt ice cream: Gerry (RIGHTLY AND DESERVEDLY) does get a little salty in MAG111: Family Business
Slow Burn fic trope book: ... c’mon... it’s a book... that says slow burn on it... I think this speaks for itself
Don’t Burn Yourself Out: aka “How Many Fire Puns Can Lyx Make” and also “Where Was A Reasonable Person To Tell Gerry This”
Corvid skull: the bone book from MAG035: Old Passages
Persist: kind of the name of his whole game (also gave me feels about one of tumblr user gerrydelano’s OCs, Tazia, who is a friend of Gerry’s, so I had to)
Eye filler: one of two (2) Eye motifs that found its way here. The simplicity of the design is how I tend to doodle Gerry’s tattoos.
Hello, I’m Tired nametag: if you were hunting Leitners, Leitner himself, and also being haunted by your banshee of a mother, you would be exhausted too.
Intuition: the other Eye motif! Gerry’s Beholding powers!
Nonbinary Gang cosmo (daisy? Idk what this flower is?): to quote tumblr user gerrydelano without tagging him again “gerry's commitment to this look just confirms there's no way he's cis tbh.” (The other option was a trans flag colored ice cream cone) (I headcanon Gerry as gnc and tme if this was not clear)
They/Them planchette: directly related to the above, this is the pronoun pin that I got myself when I first started wearing a pronoun pin. Simple, delightfully pretty, and occult themed. Suits a he/they adult goth, methinks!
The claws: this pin is called Solve et Coagula, a phrase from alchemy that embodies the concept that something must be broken down before it can be built back up. It’s also the title of a song by Mudvayne, which is a metal band. One Gerry would listen to? Who knows!
I have maybe ONE pin picked out for my Mike inspired bag, and that’s because I, an Ocean!Vast stan who grew up on the pacific ocean, do not have a lot of Sky or Space pins. I am never changing these coordinations once they’re done.
maybe if my brain chills out a little I’ll do a rundown of the pins I put on my Gerry bag before my vaporwave cloud bag gets here and I have a crisis about putting my Mike bag together
#gerry tag.#I also have another one of those fic trope book pins for Mike#because they make me laugh.#this is self indulgent and SO MUCH EASIER on my hands than doing a battle vest#I think I’m clever and that’s what matters
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My beauties my darlings my favorites 🥲
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He's judging me from across the room
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Think I'm gonna go for the more zoomed out version. More flowers and background 👍
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A creature just fell into my sketchbook. Takizawa doesn't know how it happened either. Smash him between the pages like a fly, I like him very much
Too much effort to scan for now, you get photos.
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Fic Snips : Patalliro?
HEY, some of you were struck by my adult Patalliro/Figaro notion, and I wish to tell you more!
For there is so much more. @indigobluerose and @a-cup-of-fantasy have seen Much in this vein, including shit I might never admit to!
As for shit I will admit to, I shall take you on a small journey called "Some of those doodles I posted before have context!" And some context has no doodles, but I hope it is interesting anyway.
Behold:
the foundation of this is that neither of them need to hide anything from the other like they do from everyone else, they're both the cleverest people alive, and they have fun. Thus things like this:
“You know, you're good, but sometimes your face still gives you away.” Figaro plays dumb or innocent or something else he definitely isn't. “What do you mean?” “You look human most of the time, but sometimes-,” he freezes, striking an elegant pose and adopting a dignified but distant expression, “- you look like an ancient piece of marble.” Figaro blinks, slightly too slowly. “Funny, sometimes your face makes you look almost human.” “Oooh??” It’s a terrible insult, but it's a good one and it is from Figaro, so it's fun.
Patalliro briefly explains the plot of the other thing I posted:
“When I was ten, I decided that I didn't want to stop doing what I was doing and didn't want time to go forward. So I moved it.” Patalliro draws along the line and after ten hashes he veers off the course of the line and sends his new line straight upward. “This way, you can stack things up on it, but it never reaches another year.” “I didn't notice…” Figaro has more memories than most people, but now he thinks it may be significantly more. “You were new to being human at the time” “You can do this?” “Obviously.” “But it isn't like this now.” This isn't a question. Figaro feels the shape of time, and the motion of existence. Things are normal, moving as they should. “I put it back.” He continues the line back down to join the horizontal progression, joining back at the eleventh tick on the length. “The day I was here and saw you.” “Me?” “For me then, you were still a baby, but you'd grown, even though you shouldn't have been able to. I thought you might keep going, but you didn't. I wanted to see what would happen.” “You could have asked me.” “While Maraich screamed and kicked me out of the house for interrogating his toddler, yes.” “Ah.” “Oh? Nothing else to say about that? Just ‘ah’?” “It was very useful at the time.”
Part of the story here was - I've just realized how much backstory I was going to give and thus the true magnitude of how much I've MADE. So there's a 'Figaro marries Patalliro on paper so he has benefits and protection he struggles to get as someone's biologically impossible baby' background to this. It started as a joke, as most things do in this world, but now if anything happens to BanMara, he does not fall through any cracks.
Which then becomes a 'haha, I joke about us being Actual Married and you call me on this and we flail around about this because um what is happening, this should have been normal hanging out'
Not unlike this!
“Let me know when you want to be really married to me. I could kiss you all the time and we could turn into those obnoxious kinds of people who make out on benches in the park.” “Okay.” Patalliro is silent for a few seconds, as though waiting for a punchline. “Do you do this kind of thing to ruin all my jokes now? That's not fair.” “Perhaps your jokes should stop being so easily ruined by reality, then.” “What ‘reality’?” He echoes the word mockingly. “You want me to kiss you?” “Sure.” Patalliro frowns. “You can't do that to everything I say.” “I mean it. You want to kiss me?” “What is going on?” Patalliro picks up several pillows and makes a show of looking under them. “Am I being filmed or something?” Figaro picks up the last pillow with him, helping him hold it dramatically over their heads like it is shielding them from rain. “Theatrical refusal to answer means ‘yes,’” Figaro tells him. “Says who?” “Says years of experience with you.” “You’re very confident about this.” “I'm putting on a big flashy front so you can't tell I'm making this up as I go, confused and a little terrified.” “That's…very specific.” “I learned from you.” “Oh,” Patalliro pouts, “and that's very mean.” “It is not. I said you were inspirational.” “You said I’m making things up!” “You do that all the time. It usually works in your favor.” Kind of a complement, actually. “I suppose that is right.”
This piece is in there somewhere:
“I’ve never kissed someone not as part of a joke before.” “I can act disgusted and hit you, if that will make it feel more familiar.” “What a cold and inhuman thing to say!”
And this part, which might be my favorite of the 'UH I GUESS THIS IS A KISS NOW??' section:
This is well and good until Figaro starts to laugh. “First you ruin my jokes and now you really have the mood by the throat.” “Sorry,” Figaro says through a badly restrained laugh. “It is just that my parents-” “Auuuuuugh. Mood murdered in its bed by beautiful inhuman blonde assailant. Local monarchy collapsing.”
Unfortunately for them, they get no time to process this or discuss it and they are both left with mush for brains for a while. In a bit I did make art of, Patalliro decides to cope by becoming one with floor:
The marble tile was cold at first. Now, hours later, it was almost comfortable. Now, with his face pressed against it, it was all he could see. Made things simple. Felt kind of friendly once he settled in. Maybe he would conduct all the country's business from the tiled floor after this. Pardons and decrees and budgets, all issued from the comfort of the cold hard floor. He could do this until Figaro came back. But then he’d have to figure out what to do when Figaro came back. Figaro, who was so fantastic he was even better than cold hard tile. Figaro, who had been Patalliro’s best friend and all around favorite person for years because of and in spite of being more clever than Patalliro himself. Figaro, who was not totally human. Figaro, who was why Patalliro had upended a timeline that suited him so nicely. Figaro, who was the son of his oldest friends. Figaro, who he should not have fallen in love with or allowed to kiss him. Figaro, whose actions and absence had Patalliro face down on the floor contemplating mortality, morality, and marble. … Footsteps on his tile? Were there still other people in the world on this scale? “Highness?” A pause. “Oh.” He discovers the Tamanegi seemingly still exist as the onion troupe member’s shoes encroach on Patalliro’s view of the new sovereign land of Marbinella. “Highness, you've been down there for… several hours. What are you doing?” “Processing,” he manages. “Oh?” The voice attached several feet above these shoes sounds hopeful. “The financial reports?” “Mortality,” he replies grimly. “And morality. And mor -” He rolls onto his side to look up at Tananegi 843. “Moron-ality?” “And who is it that is a dying monster idiot, sir?” The words drop on him like anvils, cannon balls, precariously suspended pianos. “It’s meee,” he groans miserably, turning his face back into his new kingdom of cold hard smooth problemless tile.
Talking with Maraich about Relevant Things!
“Ah, you've got me alone. No witnesses, right?” “Patalliro, I'm not going to kill you. Sit down with me.” “I can't help but notice you've specified ‘kill’, which leaves ‘maim’ and ‘dismember’ still on the table.” “No killing or maiming.” “Medieval torture?” “No.” “What about modern torture? I hear they do this thing with water drops in -” “NO. Just be serious!” “Whether I am mortally wounded in this conversation is very serious to me, I assure you.” “Shut up and listen! It’s about Figaro.” “I guessed, hence my concerns about my mortality.”
And that's probably enough to give you an idea of the initial shape of it! There is a lot. There's more of the scenes here, there's accompanying Figaro in which he think everyone can See It On Him. There's chats with BanMara and ridiculous nonsense. Accidental shenanigans and ones done on purpose. There are wings! It goes on forever, why did I make so much, why am I like this.
I hope this is fun for you to look at!
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Time for my monthly donation to the Suzuhan tag. Two of these brought to you by my new printer/scanner. :']
I continue to Care Them, there is nothing you can do about it.
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