#thank u for the commission :) it was pleasant

[rorotoru]

2023.10.11

Icewave !!

Commission for @sicktrickster

[marzipanny]

(；^＿^)ッ☆(　゜o゜) Wtf u beat me this year

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[theother-victoria]

LOVE IS CONCOCTED FROM ESTERS AND KETONES- CH.02: ROBIN

SYNOPSIS: you’ve been commissioned to make a perfume that tells the life story of the universe’s most beloved idol. don’t let her down now.

CHARACTERS: robin, mentions of sunday, gopher wood, jade, and welt

TAGS: robin character story spoilers, mild gore (descriptions of a gunshot wound), mild angst, CRASHOUT ROBIN REAL WE ALL CHEERED (potentially ooc), 5.7k+ wc (I got carried away... sorry not sorry :3)

TAGLIST: @mitsvriii, @harque, @akutasoda, @flowery-jazz, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @lxkeeeee, @mewnekoice-mecha, @nariism

NOTES: i love women give me a "hell yeah" in the comments if u agree

special thanks to pookies @wystiix, @tragedy-of-commons, and @papiliotao for proofreading!

M.LIST | FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Paparazzi in front of your store isn’t uncommon, but for a crowd like this so early in the morning- it’s already giving you a headache.

It hasn’t even been a half hour since you flipped the sign on the front door to “open” when you hear the squeal of tires pulling up to the curb. Several of them, in fact. The voices of reporters and paparazzi meld into one jumbled mess that grates on your ears, growing even louder when a car door opens and shuts.

Yeri and Aika glance over from where they are.

“We haven’t had a crowd like that in ages. Wonder who it could be.”

The flutter of camera shutters going off one after another is so loud they’re heard even inside the store. Camera flashes practically blind your poor shop assistants as they shield their eyes and draw the blinds shut. The cameras go off even more frantically now, desperate to get a few last shots in before the blinds shut entirely. 

You hear the front door slam shut and a loud sigh of relief. Yeri and Aika both gasp in shock, and that catches your attention. It must be someone really famous then, or someone they idolize to elicit that kind of reaction. 

You peek up from the counter and instantly realize why the paparazzi went insane. Lilac-silver hair, fluttery wings behind her ears, a halo with flowers at the ends that resemble angel’s trumpets… 

It’s Robin. The Robin, in the flesh. In your store.

You’re no stranger to having famous people in your store, but you’ve never had a singer on her level of renown and you find yourself becoming strangely nervous. Two burly security guards flank her sides. She meets your gaze and bashfully smiles and waves. 

“You must be (Name). I’ve heard many good things about you and your store.”

Her voice is even more angelic in person… 

She extends her hand out for a handshake and you accept. The smooth silk of her glove brushes against your hand and you can hardly believe your luck right now. You’ve had your fair share of famous people in your store. Movie stars, politicians, celebrities, and the like tend to be a common sight in your store. Greetings range from a handshake to a hug to even a kiss on the cheek. But the thing is that they tend to be lax on a no-touching rule or don’t have one outright, often being photographed hugging their ardent fans. However, Robin has a strict no touching rule at her concerts and fan meet and greets. She will never touch someone of her own accord unless it’s a close friend or family and if a fan gets too bold… Well, her security is there for a reason. 

“Do you mind if I just walk around? I don’t really have a scent in mind- or rather, a story that I want to tell. I’d like to see what you have to offer.”

“Not at all. Just call me over if you have questions or need any help.”

She walks around the store, occasionally stopping to sample some perfumes. She likes many of your perfumes, as evidenced by how her eyebrows raise in pleasant agreement almost every other bottle. But she looks rather… disinterested. No, disinterested isn’t the right word. More like… unsatisfied. Like she hasn’t found what she’s looking for just yet.

She checks her phone and her eyes flash in panic as she sees the time. 

“Oh, it’ll be unbecoming of me and your shop’s reputation if I leave here without something. Quick, pass me a perfume you think I’ll enjoy! Money doesn’t matter. I have more credits than I know what to do with.”

You scan your store and hand her the first feminine perfume that catches your eye. It’s in a pretty pink bottle with a vintage atomizer. It’s sweet, sugary, and fruity. No surprise that it’s one of your best-sellers among young women, with top notes of juicy fruits and sparkling alcohol before drying down to a sweet vanilla with powdery aspects. You don’t doubt that she has a million other perfumes that smell similar and it’ll probably be quickly forgotten about in her undoubtedly already-extensive perfume collection, but it’s a crowd-pleaser and it wouldn’t hurt to add another bottle. 

She swipes her card quickly and leaves, but not before looking back at you with a promising glint in her eyes.

“I’ll be back soon. And without the paparazzi.”

In your experience, that usually means a client wants a personalized perfume. Meaning they’re going to be divulging aspects of their past they don’t want anyone else around for.

Aika wanders over to your side when she’s out the door and the paparazzi have left. Yeri is in the back on the verge of fainting, mumbling something about her lucky stars having blessed her for a lifetime.

“What was that about? Seems like a wasted trip to me.”

You shrug and make your way back to the lab.

“Beats me.”

Weeks come and go. You handle clients as per usual, but you can’t get her out of your mind. And as you’re thinking about her while opening for the day, she shows up- albeit you don't recognize her at first. There are no outrageous paparazzi and she doesn’t even have her security with. She’s wearing a big tan trench coat that hides her svelte figure and instead makes her look like a shapeless mess. Her silver hair is hastily shoved into the hat atop her head and when she removes it, her halo also springs up, bobbing up and down a bit before stilling. The wings by her ears flutter and twitch as she stretches them out after hiding them in what was surely an uncomfortable position for so long. 

“Good morning,” she greets with a gentle smile.

“Good morning,” you greet in return. “It’s nice to see you here again. Anything I can help you with today?”

“Yes, actually. I’d like to get a perfume custom-made.”

You tell Yeri and Aika to handle any customers that come in through the door before leading Robin to the back. Next to your lab is a small office where the business side of things are handled, and it’s where you negotiate commissions from clients. You unceremoniously brush aside a stack of credit card receipts and clear the desk space. You ask Robin if she’d like some snacks and tea. She declines the former but accepts the latter, and as the kettle boils atop the mini fridge in the corner, you get down to business. 

“I’m happy to custom-make a perfume to your needs. Let’s get the necessary details sorted out first, and then we can move onto the fun stuff.”

You rattle off your rules regarding payment, as well as a rough timeline of production and when she can expect updates from you. She nods when she has to and you can see the same impatience in her eyes for the fun to begin. 

After confirming with her and seeing the astronomical down payment go through, you can finally get into the part you enjoy the most. 

“So, what would you like your perfume to smell like?”

“I’d like it to reflect my life story.”

Not an uncommon request. Probably one of your most common ones, actually. Consultations for these types of scents tend to be the longest, as clients pour out their life stories to you. They’d often bring a variety of items for you to smell to get a better idea, such as rags that belonged to someone dear a long time ago or locks of hair tied together with a yellowing ribbon. In this case, you wonder what the illustrious Miss Robin would bring. 

The kettle goes off and you make some tea for the both of you. As you fill her cup, she looks around nervously.

“Will… anyone overhear this?”

“Don’t worry. The walls are soundproof here and you need the right key to unlock the door. As for my shop assistants, well…”

You mimic zipping your lips shut and throwing the key away.

“Client confidentiality has always been our utmost priority. Alongside a quality product, of course.”

You shoot her a wink and she laughs, her voice sounding like tinkling bells. The tension has visibly dissipated from her shoulders and she eagerly gets started.

“If I were to describe my life as a song, then the beginning of it was dark and solemn. A Stellaron invaded my homeland and took my mother from me. The chords were dissonant and the melody was unpleasant.”

Your phone buzzes and you see she sent over several voice messages.

“Transcripts of an exclusive interview I did a while back,” she explains. “One of the first and only times I opened up about my past. But since these are already out there, I wouldn’t want to waste your time. Instead, I’ll be telling you things that no reporter has heard before.”

She skips to when she first started studying music soon after she arrived on Penacony. 

“My fingers still ache every time I think about the countless hours and late nights I spent alone in the practice rooms,” she says, lightly chuckling at the end as she surely recounts many memories. Then, her smile fades a bit.

“At the time, I had the support of my brother and friends, but right outside, there were people already disapproving. We were taken in by Gopher Wood, head of the Oak Family. You see, there’s five lineages that make up The Family, each handling different affairs,” she explains. “The Oak Family is in charge of political organization, whereas the Iris Family oversees the entertainment industry. Thus, many people, especially those of the Iris Family, cast doubts on whether I could make it as a singer when I ideally should’ve been learning how to handle political affairs.”

Robin sighs and looks out the window, fingernails drumming against her still-steaming mug of tea. Your phone continues to record and you hurriedly scribble down notes in your notepad. 

“But I made it, despite what they said and their stake in the entertainment industry.”

“If you could thank only one person for their support, who would it be?”

“Why, my brother, of course!”

“Please tell me more about him.”

Her eyes light up and the wings by the side of her head flutter rapidly. It’s clear she loves her brother dearly as she excitedly gushes about him. 

“Sunday made many sacrifices to support my dream. From when we were children, he never faltered in his support. In fact, the tipping point was when I put on a concert soon after I had just started taking music lessons. It was in our bedroom with him as the only audience member. There were no fancy acoustics, cheering fans, or even a mic. It was just me, singing my heart out as he clapped along. Thinking back, it was… something for sure! As I had just started taking music seriously, I had yet to grasp the basics. I was off-key, would flub several passages because I forgot the lyrics, and wouldn’t be able to hit all the notes.”

She winces and shakes her head as if to chase the thoughts away. Her wings puff out and droop from embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been an awful listening experience for him. But Sunday never showed it. After the concert was over, he stood up and clapped as if demanding an encore and I’ll never forget the look on his adorable face,” giggles Robin. “I’ve rarely seen him look so proud as he did back then.”

You picture a starry-eyed, baby-faced Sunday, a far cry from the dignified and solemn image of the Family head and giggle along. Robin’s eyes glint conspiratorially as she divulges for a moment to show you his baby photos on her phone. Here, you learn that he has a massive sweet tooth and that the dentist was his worst nightmare as a child.

When she sets her phone back down, there’s still that joy in her eyes that only comes from discussing her brother. 

“When I went off to university, Sunday continued to show that same level of care, even with his ever-increasing responsibilities. He never missed a concert, never missed a call, and never failed to send me care packages when I needed them the most. However, he faced scorn from other Family members for my career choices when he was still a leader-in-training and lacked the grace to handle such situations.”

The joy falls from her eyes and her smile slips a bit. Her wings droop even lower this time. 

“Looking back, it must’ve been unimaginably hard on him. Not only was he worrying about how to lead The Family, but was also worrying nonstop about me. He must’ve been so stressed… But if I try to bring it up to him and apologize, he won’t give me the chance to.”

Robin lets out a forced laugh. You sip your tea and pretend to be very occupied with your notes, giving her a moment to collect herself before she moves on. 

“After I graduated, my fame steadily increased until it skyrocketed after I released two singles- ‘If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking’ and ‘On That Most Beautiful Day’. I still remember waking up and seeing they had jumped to the top of the charts across the cosmos almost overnight and stayed there for ages. My manager was overjoyed and I could hardly believe it. It felt as if all my hard work and everyone’s sacrifices had finally paid off. I was no longer Robin the budding singer and little sister, but Robin the cosmic songstress now… it was a bit bittersweet, I’ll admit.”

She fiddles with a strand of hair. 

“As you may be aware, around this time I decided to take a break and devote my time to philanthropic work instead, much to the confusion of everyone.”

She shows you the photos she took during that time. Her standing in front of schools she had helped rebuild with, singing to a crowd of shell-shocked soldiers, holding up scores that would’ve been lost to time if not for her efforts, teaching children how to sing, and more. 

“I won’t deny that I was purposefully putting myself in dangerous situations. But to me, it was worth the risk. If I could save one child, provide an education for a child the way The Family provided one to me, or inspire someone to pursue their passion regardless of the obstacles standing in the way… then it would’ve all been worth it. Even this.”

She removes the violet collar around her neck and points to a spot on her neck. It’s a patch of skin lighter than the surrounding area and you realize it’s scar tissue. 

“I was shot during this time,” she gingerly says as she fastens the collar around her neck again. It’s then you realize that you’ve never seen Robin without something covering her neck. A scarf, furs, necklaces, there’s always something there. “This is something that only my brother and the late head of the Oak Family know about. The bullet had just barely missed my vocal chords. I made a full recovery, but I was terrified for a long time after that. Still, I found the strength to keep going and thanked Xipe every night that I had survived with my voice unscathed.”

You’re writing notes down furiously, and Robin pauses to give you some time. When you’ve jotted down all your ideas, you look down at the page and frown. Your notepad looks like a mess right now. Ruined childhood: strawberry, sugar, praline, bubble gum, cotton candy, violet, datura(????). War: BLOOD, GUNPOWDER, leather, smoke, pomegranate, METALLIC NOTES, animal notes. Stardom: marshmallow, cake, rose, raspberry, vanilla, caramel, amber, almond, SoulGlad (what does it even smell like…? ) MAGNOLIA, jasmine. Brother: sandalwood, lavender(??? Might throw everything off), skin. 

“Um… this fragrance won’t exactly be wearable. Would you like for me to-”

“I don’t care about wearability. I have too many pleasant-smelling perfumes. Show me artistry,” she demands. 

You feel the familiar thrill of excitement run through you that comes with having free reign to do whatever you want without your client getting pissed. 

You can tell you’re nearing the end now when Robin moves onto her brother and his fate after recent events. Now this, you know of, but you were surprised by how big of a role Robin played in toppling his plans. Faking her death, using the power of the Harmony to unite everyone under a song to lead the fight against him, striking a deal with a crafty IPC businesswoman, and for it all to have been successful. Or well, as successful as a plan of this magnitude can be.

You realize this little bird is just as cunning as her brother, even if she doesn’t look the part. They really do share the same blood. 

“I love my brother, I really do. He has a bleeding heart and hates to see those around him struggle. Of all the decisions he could’ve made in a position of power, choosing to protect people from suffering was one of the best. However, the way he went about it… I just couldn’t let myself turn a blind eye and do nothing simply because he was my brother. By trapping everyone within a dream to form a collective Order… that’s no way to live.”

She bunches her hands into fists. 

“This is something that we’ve disagreed on for years. He wants to shoulder humanity’s pain and give them an idyllic, painless life where no one has to think no matter the cost, whereas I believe that although pain is an unavoidable part of living, people are more than strong enough to push through that pain and make it something worthwhile. Take me, for instance!”

She suddenly stands up. There’s a blazing conviction in her eyes that makes you flinch a bit. Her fingers are splayed out across your desk as she leans forward.

“I sacrificed so much to pursue my dream of becoming a singer- time, money, energy, and blood! Sunday doesn’t know this, but I’d cry myself to sleep many nights during university, wondering if I could even make it in this field overcrowded with talent. What if I couldn’t? I have no other skills and I’d be forced to rely on him, which as much as I love him, I don’t want. I don’t want everything handed to me on a silver platter just because of his position! And he knows this! He knows of the impossibly high standards I hold myself to!”

Robin takes a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself. Reign it in. The Harmony preaches unity, not dissonant outbursts. But it doesn’t work. She hasn’t felt this angry in a long time. Or perhaps it’s all the repressed emotions finally bursting forth after suppressing them beneath the smile she always has on. 

“Let it all out. You deserve to.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

“I get that we’re siblings and that we’re always going to disagree, especially on something as subjective as our beliefs in humanity but how is he not only blind, but also deaf with his eyes and ears everywhere? He’s seen the lengths I’d go to, all in the name of music. He was one of the first to receive the news that I’d been shot, but did that dampen my resolve at all? No! If anything, it only encouraged me even more! It was all so painful, but it was all so necessary and worth it in the end. In fact, if you told me to experience all that pain again because it would push me closer to that envisioned ideal world, then I would dive in headfirst without hesitation! And dare I say who does Sunday think he is?” she exclaims, her voice steadily rising. “His ideals are a reflection of himself. Is he saying that he doesn’t believe his sacrifices- my sacrifices- to have been worthwhile because according to him, I could’ve gotten here without even lifting a finger? Don’t even give me that! That’s not a life worth living at all!!”

Robin deflates and flops back into her chair as if a balloon had suddenly popped. Those are all the words she wishes she could’ve said during their heated arguments as of late, but will never get to. At least someone finally heard her anger, as ugly as it may have sounded. 

“I’m surprised he even thought you’d be willing to listen to his plans,” you gently comment after refilling her teacup. The warm liquid soothes her throat on the way down and she finds that she’s able to speak again after a few sips. She shakes her head in response. She barely has the energy to even move right now. 

“No, he knew I wouldn’t even hear him out. That’s why he kept his true motives concealed for the longest time. Someone else actually figured it out first by reading deep into his words. Were it not for him, we’d be in a very different situation right now. What was his name again…? Ah, I can’t remember…”

Robin sighs. Her head rolls back to look out the window.

“Like how birds must learn to fly even if it means tumbling from the nest or encountering a dangerous predator, so too must people face hardship and struggle against the odds. Only then will a bird be able to freely spread its wings and will people see the world of possibility ahead of them,” she quietly whispers, voice hoarse from her earlier outburst.

A heavy silence sinks into the room. Robin looks down and fiddles with her hands. You stare blankly at your notepad, her words echoing in your mind.

Her phone breaks the silence by suddenly going off. Robin picks it up and sighs when she sees the caller ID. 

“I have to go now. Security’s calling and messaging me in a panic since I snuck out without them knowing.”

She gathers her belongings in a hurry and checks her appearance before leaving to ensure she’s as flawless as always. 

“Before you go, why did you decide to commission me to create a perfume for you?”

She stops just short of leaving and looks over her shoulder.

“I’ve long since heard of your artistic flair and your ability to tell lifelong stories through scent alone.”

“And what is your reason for being fine with receiving an utterly repulsive perfume, even if it’s the pinnacle of artistry?”

She goes silent for a few moments as she thinks.

“I suppose… It's to remind myself of just how far I’ve come and how much work I still have left to do to achieve that wish of mine. That wish is why I sing.”

And she’s gone. You lean back in your chair and sip your tea. Her half-empty cup sits across from you with a pink lipstick mark left on the rim. An open-ended perfume, huh? Most perfumes that are meant to reflect a client’s life story are in reality meant to encapsulate one perfect moment that they wish to relive every time they uncap the bottle. But to create a perfume for a singer of such renown that’s not only meant to reflect her past, but also her boundless future that carries years’ worth of hope and aspirations… 

You flip open your notepad again and add another section. Conviction: pink pepper, saffron, musk, cloves, tonka bean, chocolate.

After stretching, you get up and head to the lab next door. It’ll be a challenge, but one you think you’re now equipped to handle. 

For the next few weeks, it’s all you focus on. The exclusive interview and your audio recordings of your time with her loop on repeat for hours on end as you go back and forth between the lab and the drawing board. Accords are scrapped and tweaked or even tossed out the window to fit the vision in your mind as it changes by the day. Soon, it looks like a tornado went through your lab with every bit of counter space covered with labeled bottles and lab equipment. Bottles of SoulGlad are shipped to your door as you attempt to replicate the scent as closely as possible. Dozens, if not hundred, of attempts are made before the scent is indistinguishable from the original. 

Yeri and Aika are enjoying the free soda, but you notice they’re sleepier than usual and it’s only then you remember that SoulGlad is an effective sleep aid too. Dammit. 

Robin is always quick to respond to the updates you give her as well, despite her busy schedule. From when the custom bottle arrived to when you finally perfected the scent of SoulGlad, she always sends words of encouragement your way, as well as expressing her excitement over seeing the finished product slowly come together. She always sends a cute sticker or two at the end of each message as well. 

Several months later and after a final all-nighter for the finishing touches, it’s finally complete. You text Robin that it’s ready for pickup before you go to sleep and the next morning, she’s already outside the door, waiting for you to open. It seems she wasn’t able to sneak out this time, as she’s flanked by two security guards.

“Good morning. You’re here early,” you greet as you unlock the door. 

“I couldn’t sleep since I was so excited,” she admits as she watches you go about setting up the store for the day. The lights are flicked on, air purifiers are turned on, and you motion for her to follow you back into the office. Her two security guards start to follow her, but Robin gives them a look that tells them to stay put. 

You disappear into the lab next door to return with a white box tied with a pink ribbon. The office door locks behind you and she feels a thrill of excitement run through her at what’s to come. With a light tug, the ribbon comes undone and you remove the lid to reveal an iridescent bottle that scatters the early morning light peeking through the blinds into rainbow-colored fractals. It was carved and blown to look like a bird taking flight (you distantly recall the exact species to be a Charmony Dove. Her request.) and the bottle cap resembled her halo. The curved golden metal is polished to perfection and little flowers are attached to the ends.

“It’s already a work of art,” she marvels as she gingerly lifts it out of the velvet-lined box and holds it up, admiring the workmanship from all angles. Without any further hesitation, she takes off her glove and sprays it onto her exposed wrist. 

Robin’s eyes widen in delight at the first whiff. It’s a gourmand, sugary delight. Bubblegum, cotton candy, praline and raspberry practically dance on the tip of her tongue and she almost wants to take a bite out of her own arm because of how good it smells. There’s a floral aspect too with a strong violet note coming through. Blood orange and lemon pierce through the overwhelming sweetness, the astringency of the two fruits preventing her nose from becoming overwhelmed. She inhales again and sighs in bliss. Like her brother, she has a sweet tooth and finds this perfume to be temptingly delicious. It also reminds her of a dessert she had a long time ago. Strange, she can’t quite remember the taste or name of it… It must’ve been a dessert she and her brother enjoyed when they were children then.

The scent composition is beginning to change now. Robin inhales again, but this time her eyes fly wide open and her nose scrunches up in a mix of disbelief and disgust. The delicious fruits, which previously smelled juicy and ripe, are now overripe. They’re cloyingly sweet now, with the unmistakable odor of something rotting that makes her feel nauseous. There’s a weird, musty odor now that she attributes to the flowers in the scent decaying. It smells awful now. Revolting. Robin wouldn’t be caught dead out in public wearing this, but it was never meant to be wearable or for the public to smell it anyway. She paid for artistry, and she got it. 

“Oh, Aeons,” she whispers as the scent changes even more. It went from bad to worse to horrible. The sugary sweet and floral aspects are still there, but there’s something new that emerges. It smells like war, she realizes. There’s the unmistakable stench of iron- blood- and metal. Smoke and gunpowder waft up from somewhere within and her hand flies to her neck, right above where the gunshot wound scar is. The dull pain from the gunshot throbs. Robin isn’t sure if it’s actually hurting again or if it’s her mind playing tricks on her. The blunt pain spreads across her throat and she feels a strange chill rippling out from the wound to the rest of her body. She shudders violently.

A moment passes. Then another. It starts off as a faint tingle before escalating into a searing pain that paralyzes her. She feels like her vocal chords are on fire now. Her hands fly to her throat. Burning, twisting, and eating away at the bands of muscle that give life and hope to so many, including her. She cries out for help, but nothing comes out except for a scratchy version of the plea and a hot, wet gurgling sound that she recognizes as blood dribbling out of the wound- though the sound is muffled as if someone has shoved cotton into her ears. 

Robin feels something wet staining the fibers of her gloves and she looks down to see a deep red seeping into the silk and spreading until it covers her entire hand. It’s her own wet blood, still hot to the touch and she reaches up to the back of her throat where the bullet exited. Blood trickles down her back from the ruptured flesh and she gingerly presses a finger to the wound. It doesn’t hurt, strangely. Or maybe the pain is just overwhelming her senses to the point where she’s become numb. This doesn’t feel real. Nothing feels real. 

It’s as if someone forcefully shook her awake from a nightmare. Her pupils are blown wide and hair is plastered to the sides of her head and forehead from being drenched in a cold sweat. Her hands are still around her throat. The gunshot wound has long since healed. Her vocal cords are unscathed. Robin slowly peels her hands away and looks down. Her silk gloves are pristine. 

It was just a memory. A far too vivid one, though.

You pass her a bottle of water and she eagerly takes it, chugging it in record time as she recovers. Robin thinks back to your notepad amidst the horrible memories of war that resurface. Spoiled childhood. War. You really hit the nail on the head. Truly, your storytelling ability through scent alone was unparalleled. Case in point: cake and something berry-like are present- pomegranate, maybe?- but they smell expired and rotted, like they’ve been trampled underfoot while fleeing in a panic. How did you pull it off?

“So, what do you think?” you ask as she waits for the base notes to emerge. 

“Disgusting. And horrifying.” 

You both laugh in unison. 

“Then that means a job well done.”

The memory of war fades and something more neutral emerges. A sweet vanilla, one of her favorite scents, with woody notes. She immediately recognizes sandalwood. Sunday. It’s a favorite of his. There’s a nutty smell that emerges and she thinks of her brother again. One of Sunday’s favorite desserts was one topped with almonds and drizzled with syrup. This almond leans more bitter instead of warm and toasted, but the similarities are still there. Sticky caramel is present. Sunday loves those little caramel candies that practically melt in his mouth, she thinks. I should pick some up for him next time I go back. 

Oh wait. I can’t go home now. I almost forgot, he’s not there anymore. 

It smells like her brother now, and her heart aches. Will she ever be able to see him again? Strange. You’ve never met Sunday before- at least that’s what she thinks. How did you get his scent down almost perfectly then? But there’s also a surprisingly spicy kick in there that isn’t reminiscent of him. She likes it though. 

She swallows down the lump in her throat and clutches the bottle tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispers. You simply nod. There’s nothing else that needs to be said. 

She collects herself before leaving. It’s now approaching afternoon and there’s more people on the streets now. They stop for a double take when they realize it’s Robin, eyes going wide and jaw going slack. Whispers follow her, she sees phones being pulled out and soon, she’s surrounded by fans asking for a photo or an autograph, despite her security’s efforts. She’s used to this by now- mindlessly signing objects and donning the same smile every time for photographs. Robin the graceful, Robin the elegant, Robin the cosmic songstress who always looks flawless no matter what. 

But as the last of the fans run off and as she’s sitting in the back of her chauffeured vehicle, heading to the next item on the agenda, she finds herself wondering if there’s even more she can still do. The bag with your store’s logo on it tempts her and she lifts the box out, unwrapping it again to admire the bottle. She won’t spray it- she’s not subjecting her poor security guards and chauffeur to that smell- but she finds herself thinking back on the same questions she’s always asked herself.

Why do birds fly? Does my song serve any purpose?

She thinks these are questions she’ll spend a lifetime chasing the answers to. Realistically, Robin knows she won’t ever arrive at one. She’s no philosopher, but how many times has the former been asked? And as for the latter… that’s a subjective one that’s up to her to decide. 

But her song saved her brother in the end. And that’s more than enough for her.

PERUME NOTES:

TOP: strawberry, sugar, praline, bubble gum, cotton candy, raspberry, lemon, blood orange, violet, black elderberry, datura, soulglad (I hc it to smell like coca-cola)

MIDDLE: blood, leather, gunpowder, smoke, rose, pomegranate, incense, cake, metallic notes, marshmallow, magnolia, jasmine

BASE: vanilla, skin, bitter almond, caramel, amber, sandalwood, chocolate, tonka bean, cloves, saffron, pink pepper

INSPIRATION: Toskovat Age of Innocence, Toskovat Curtain Call, Toskovat Born Screaming, Ariana Grande Sweet Like Candy, Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy, Lattafa Yara

enjoyed this? the taglist is open!

@ theother-victoria, do not copy, repost, modify, translate, or feed to ai

[madmanii]

Thank u for this year 🖤❤️

After a year of thinking it was it for my art and thinking there's no hope for me to draw again, remembering Shin and Freeza suddenly returned my drive to me, full force, giving me will to live again, as to me, doing art is equal to breathing

Now the year's ending I just wanted to commemorate dears that accompanied my ravenous posting and some have always stuck to me constantly liking/rebloging without fail to each of my post and making my heart warm each time nd feel seen in the the void of nothingness that is online i often feel absolutely fearful to post on, giving you all my love ❤️🖤

Thank you @monochrome-night precious 🖤❤️

Thank you kitty @snapecentric dear❤️🖤

And everyone else I didn't get to tag x'

Thank you @wafflepopbeerus for giving me pleasant jump joys ( as in, not jump scares heh) for drawing and respond-drawing to my art and silliness, literally maked my week ever time, and it forced a smile on my face to see your adorable art every time I open my journal cuz i saved it there

Thank you @lilfriezatyrant for always reblogng with a scrumptious word meal I feast hungry on, and for matching my energy, I love how write and I just LOVE when ppl screaming with mee about mutual passion AAAAAAAgh D"x ❤️🖤

And a ginormous endless thank you for the precious dears who supports me on Kofi or commission, they are allowing me to be here— able to pay for net Nd sometimes have small life pleasures, you're everything ❤️🖤❤️🖤 🙏🏽@sailorcat-gar @mrs-snape5984

And last but not least, thank you to all my 150+ followers and everyone who enjoyed my art enough to reblog and liking it :'

i wish next year be kinder and filled with hope and me drawing more of my stacking-sky-high ideas and continue to foster a safe haven for art, special interests and wholesomeness , hehe

All the best from Mani <3

[guaxinimraccoon]

Commission I did for @smalltendencies of their borrower OC Falchion and Felix from Fire Emblem. It was sososo satisfying to draw a G nervous about holding a t and t being like "u doin great bud!!!", this was a very pleasant comm! Thank you again for commissioning me ❤️❤️❤️

[zyxoxox]

Pools when I went to request something and I saw your blog aesthetic I just wanted to smooch all over it because it was so cute like OMGG

However I HAVE A REQUEST :3 I WAS WONDERRINGG if you could do Caesar king, Burnice white and WISEE x Fem! Ace detective reader? (BUT OFC if you don’t wanna do fem then NEUTRAL IS ALSO SUCH A GREAT CHOICE‼️)

Anyway if you do this request then THANK YOU SOO MUCH SCHOOKUMS AND HAVE AN AWESOME DAY⁉️

intuition said so!

wise x fem! ace detective!reader || 400 wc

note: wowieeee my first request hihihiii!! i’m glad my blog gives off the vibes, i wanted it to be cozy and the coziest thing for me is boba so 😌 i accept all the smooches!!!

ok sadly i’m not far enough into the game to know the first two, in fact i’ve never even heard of them before this, so im doing just wise sorryy 😭 i just his inter knot lvl 30 and met zhu yuan so. i’ve got a while to go

anywho i hope u like it! have a lovely day too!! <3

“i’m looking for the infamous phaethon. something tells me they’re on sixth street.”

funnily enough, the circumstances of your meeting was a client asking you to track phaethon down. you were in a tough spot when this mysterious hacker found you, and requested a favour- though it was more akin to threatening.

you had no choice but to go along, and though tracking their location was a bit of a challenge, you found a way into their system.

most of your pleasant clients had been proxies themselves, so you were no stranger to phaethon’s name. a part of you felt bad for exposing them like this, but work was work.

until- the hacker who commissioned you got arrested? under the name of.. phaethon?! there was clearly a lot more about this proxy than you’d been let in on, and your curiosity was officially peaked.

“wise and belle… the managers of random play video store. or i should say, phaethon?”

needless to say, the siblings were very wary of your intentions at first. you’d tracked them down… for solely your amusement? considering the nature of their work, it was a bit hard to believe.

but the more they saw your presence, they realised it really was just that- you would go on any tangent that made you curious, because you couldn’t stand being clueless.

and as an ace detective, there weren’t many questions you couldn’t eventually find the answer to.

you’d told wise and belle your connection to the loss of their account early on, and they while initially they treated you like a contact they could call upon, eventually it grew into something more. especially for wise.

“forgive me, master, but i do not understand the purpose of third assistant being here. i have accepted second assistant’s presence due to the emotional ties you have to her, but this other one’s abilities are in nowhere comparable to mine. i can analyse data with 99.99% more efficiency than-”

yeah, fairy did not like you.

and the feeling was mutual. it all started when you began helping wise with his smaller, less confidential commissions. your intuition was super useful in taking in the surroundings, and gathering bit of info and treasure he may have missed otherwise.

well, that was one reason. the other, arguably more important one, was that it was the perfect nonchalant way to keep each other company.

could fairy calculate all the things you said? probably. but it was different from you; much nicer.

the way you’d lean over his chair when he was connected to eous, the way your face scrunched up when you were analysing clues, the way you scratched your nose when your inferences didn’t align, they way you’d snap and jump when they did- wise had all your habits down.

at this point, the reason he didn’t let you in on bigger missions wasn’t because of a lack of trust, more so he knew he’d get distracted.

“wise, please don’t take this the wrong way, but your sentient ai is… unique. what about- what if-maybe we could go somewhere else? maybe coff cafe?”

and so, much to belle’s delight and fairy’s displeasure, the two of you went on a date! (neither of you called it one at the time, but belle was sure she could fix that)

you were very receptive of his likes and dislikes, even when he never had to say them. and you never forgot a word he said.

“here’s your favourite noodles! what? no, silly, you didn’t need to tell me, i figured it out! there was a stain on your shirt that could’ve only been left by chili sauce, and you mentioned you liked noodles crispy, so it was easy enough to shortlist.”

“want to go watch the next ancient aliens documentary together? how’d i know? you keep posting sky pics on the inter-knot and i know you watch weird stuff so-“

wise had a cupboard dedicated to your favourite snacks. if you got down to work, and you didn’t have the, on hand… let’s say he learnt the consequences of that the hard way.

he always had an energy bar on hand, and would hand one over before even you realised you needed one.

being perceptive to all the little details left you quite flustered at mundane stuff, and he was more than happy to go along with it.

an ace detective who couldn’t sit still, and an ace proxy who was calm always- what a sight for sixth street!

[yestrday]

do u have ayato or heizou crumbs 🐦

you might like: genshin hybrids au

let's do some hybrid crumbs because i miss my animal harem:

ayato 🦈

while ayato's lounging around the house, ayato has a bluish-grey tint to his skin with scales covering some parts, often at the end of his limbs, his temples, and his neck. he's got rows of small yet sharp teeth and a long scaly tail coming out from just the end of his spine.

ayato has been living at the mansion even before the mansion was built. minding his business... chilling in the lake, till some construction workers ruined it for him. he would've honestly ripped them all to shreds if it weren't for the fact that he saw cute lil you peeking out from behind your father's back

he shares the lake with most of the water-based animals, although he has a territorial feud with neuvillette. he knows it's a losing battle for him though, so ever since the water dragon moved in he's been hanging out at the mansion more often

if there's the unofficial security team (glorified stalkers) then there's the sortaaa official education team. your dad commissioned zhongli to take care of your homeschooling and prepare you for your debut in society. zhongli has appointed ayato to brush youu up on etiquette

as with all the other tail-having animals in the mansion, he also likes to wrap his tail around your legs. but while their furry tails evoke a sense of comfort and warmth within you, his sandpaper-like tail makes chills run up your spine.

to make matters worse, he likes scaring you with his spiky teeth. they might be small, but they're numerous, and the teasing glint in his eyes make you second guessing what he might do. he often likes to nip playful little bites along your skin while you're cuddled on his lap. if you squirm too much and distract him from his work, he bites you as a warning. he often gets scolded by thoma as the dog hybrid patches up your wound.

kinda has a bad rep in your house. he doesn't show his face often, and when he does he likes to pull small pranks that he doesn't even bother owing up to.

heizou 🦉

around your house, heizou's hybrid form has two puffy reddish-brown wings protruding from his back and feathery talon-legs. in the dark, you can often spot him thanks to his round, glowing eyes.

there's a village on the foot of the hill where your mansion resides, and heizou is pretty famous around there. there's no thrilling mystery there, but he likes to help out people find their missing pets and whatnot.

when your managerial team (neuvi, zhongli, ayato) needs to sleuth something out (get dirt on your rivals <- usually ayato, try to protect you from possible danger <- neuvi & zhongli, get the upperhand <- ayato again), they often go to heizou. he often takes the commission with glee (moreso if ayato commissions it)

enjoys his position on your shoulder, though he has to fight most of the avian hybrids for it. he makes these pleasant hoot noises whenever you scratch his head juuust right. when he's feeling a bit mischievous, he will suddenly pop into his human form so he can squish you under his weight

makes these hoot noises in between his words, has a slightly higher pitch when pronouncing 'oo' sounds. he doesn't quite care much about this habit when he's in the mansion, but in more human company he finds himself slipping a bit and gets embarrassed about it.

doesn't really care much for preening his feathers, but the other avians pester him about it so it still gets preened. he thinks he can do more useful stuff than just sitting in a circle with the other avians and preening each other's feathers.

a bit flirty with almost everyone and anyone under the sun. he doesn't fail to throw flirty remarks towards the other hybrids just to mess with them, but he gets a bolder when it's with you. no matter your personality, you've still got a bit of naivete thanks to your sheltered upbringing, and he likes to take advantage of it.

[jellyfitzjelly]

Long before Dammon and Zevlor got together, Zevlor got his armor repaired extra carefully and had best pick of weapons and always walked into the forge just as there was a discount, how interesting...

my god OKAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THANK U ANON I LOVE THEM!!! It's not exactly what you requested, but I hope that's ok!

[READ ON AO3]

When Dammon had finally arrived in Baldur's Gate, the first months had been the hardest. It wasn't the lack of jobs or the stares in the streets that made it hard. It was the crushing of his dreams. He had hoped to leave smithery behind, to take up his old occupation and find again a semblance of normalcy in his life, but the guild had rejected him. They didn't even grace him with an appointment or a letter of rejection. That had been the hardest to process when he arrived here. He'd never be a tinsmith ever again. Another thing Avernus took from him.

Dammon found work in a blacksmith's forge. His apprentices made life hard for him for at first, but showing his talent to the master and knocking out a few teeth gave him peace. At least now he had a stable income, even if it was a poor one: the forge was by no means famous. Yet the young man had the shock of seeing Zevlor walk into the forge one day. Dammon had had a big fat crush on him ever since the then Commander had rescued his family's shop from a gang of thugs trying to racket his father back in Elturel, years before the Descent. The young man never believed Zevlor betrayed them, and he was relieved to learn later by Tav that he had been right. Even then, Dammon had only crossed paths with him once: when Baldur's Gate was under attack.

"Dammon! What a pleasant surprise," Zevlor greeted him with a smile. "I am happy you found a job."

"Thank you, Zevlor," the young man replied, feeling his heart race. "What can I do for you?"

"I need to have my armor and my sword looked at. Since I've got the good luck of finding you, I'll task you with it."

"Of course!" Dammon eagerly agreed. "Leave them in my care, they'll be as good as new!"

Zevlor chuckled with a warm smile. It made the young man's heart swoop to see him in such high spirits. He had been so worried about him. He left him with the armor and sword that came from his Hellrider days. His boss wasn't happy to see him so dedicated to his commission, since he was neglecting other clients, but he didn't care.

Dammon waited eargerly for Zevlor's return every day, rehearsing what he would tell him, how he would smile... It was stupid, of course, but he couldn't stop himself. When finally the old Hellrider came, his mind blanked out and he found himself stammering.

"Zelvor! What brings you here?" he asked reddening before cursing himself.

"I see I've been easily forgotten," he chuckled with mirth, making Dammon flush even darker.

"Right! Right, sorry. Let me fetch you your armor and sword!"

"My gods, you did an incredible job, Dammon," he told him with quiet awe, as if the young man had done an outstanding job.

"Please, I did my best, but you would have been better off with a professional," he deflected.

"You are a professional. I have the proof before my eyes."

Dammon blushed again, heart racing and butterfly in his stomach.

"How much do I owe you, Dammon?" Zevlor continued.

"150," he lied, cutting the price by half.

Dammon didn't want to ruin him. He was probably struggling financially.

"Only?" Zevlor frowned. "Are you sure? I don't want you getting into trouble, Dammon."

The young man shook his head.

"Don't worry, sir. We often have discounts around here," he lied some more. "My boss knows. I won't accept a coin more."

"Just Zevlor, Dammon. I'm not a Commander anymore," he told him with such fondness in his voice Dammon felt his breath stolen away.

"You'll always be my Commander," he blurted out.

He cursed himself the second the words were out. Zevlor stayed silent, but his features softened in a way that made Dammon want to kiss him until he had no breath left.

"Well then, I suppose you'll be my blacksmith," Zevlor told him with a smile.

Dammon never felt such joy in his new life before.

[beebundt]

hiii um. I love your art style? i have Got to say this, theres something about your art style that is just so satisfying and so beautiful, and it makes the normal part of my brain go: i have GOT to get art from you i have GOT to commission you or something. i need my little blorbos drawn by you. (note this is all...i guess rhetorical. HFJSHFJ i just love your art so much!!)

i absolutely looove how you draw charlie and her girlfriend. their body types? delightful. their faces? Perfect. the way you draw charlie's nude form is absolutely beautiful too, its so pleasant to look at! Its really pretty how you draw her!!!

tldr. Im eating up your art forever and ever.

thank kew so much!!!!! ur words mean sm to me.... not having the best week rn so i appreciate it a ton. sidebar (whether ur serious or not) im still a bit daunted to start comms at this current point in time, lifes just been very busy n stressful, but in the future when i do it would be an absolute pleasure to draw ur blorbos for u 🫶 if anything i rlly appreciate the interest! it gives me hope i may have a chance out here. thank you sm!

[aesethewitch]

hi Aese, how are you? can i please have a general reading? - NM, she/they. thank u 🩷😚

Hello!

For you, I drew Giuseppe.

Well. Hello, Giuseppe. So, here's the thing about this guy. His rules state that when you draw him, you draw three more cards. So, lucky you! You get three cards! Surprise!

Your Giuseppe cards are: Five of Mirrors, Five of Cups, and Death (Rebirth).

Here's the other thing about Giuseppe: It's always a good, happy message. Even cards like these, representing deception, disappointment, and transformation respectively, become positive. You're entering a very prosperous time. It's a meaningful, pleasant transformation for the better, casting off false pride (and the people who would hide their true faces) and brushing off past loss. I see a great moment of healing for you. This is change very much for the better.

For a free one-card draw today, read the rules and send an ask. Want a guaranteed reading? More cards? In-depth analysis? A full year ahead reading (limited time only!)? Commission me here. Enjoy your free pull or my other work? Tip me here.

[ghostdoodlen]

where art thou, oh great ash. for i have solemnly solemnly miss thy presence ☹️💔

'tis is i in your inbox to greet you a pleasant day, a very late merry christmas and a soon happy new year! i'm still always checking out your old fanarts sent to me alongside all your old comments, it's such an honor every time i look at your beautiful art as it gets me all motivated to write more for series, whether it'd be drabbles or what-not 🩷 you don't know it but more than half of the percentage of my love for writing conner stemmed from the art you sent me, i love it so much that i get all fuzzy looking at them every single time. may u be blessed with hundreds of commissions for the next year, as i genuinely can't find the words to describe how entirely grateful i am for people like you to bless me with real-time images of the scenarios i write. thank you lots for everything?

"Forgive for my silence, I've been away from the digital realm of Tumblr. I miss thee as well :'))

Merry late Christmas and happy New Year's too! Happy holidays.

You flattering me so much 😭😭💖💖

I do the same thing when I'm not busy, love looking at your stuff and your comments back. Touches my own heart that you love my art and reach out to me back. You have no idea how amazing it is. I have recently got a computer so I can draw, so no more finger art! It's a weird transition but I hope I can make better art to show you!

Also can't wait to have some down time to read your stuff you've made recently. Kills me that every time I get a notification you posted and I can't touch it yet. Seriously love the John Constantine thing. Beautiful.

I'm excited for next year! Thank you again!!

[elllteo]

Big List of Places to Post Art (That aren't twitter or insta or tumblr):

Sourced from one lil art freak who loves jumping between one million ships.

Hi! I have been on almost every conceivable art sharing website that has any credibility, and some that certainly don't. Here's a non-comprehensive list of the ones I've at least HEARD of, starting with ones I know well at the top and working our way down.

Quick note: These are just alternatives! I definitely do still use Tumblr and Twitter to post art, but these are ones I've had mixed successes with. Hopefully there's something here for everyone to poke around with. You have options!!

Artfol (Mobile + Web, in beta but Solid):

Artfol is very similar in function to Instagram but like, nice. Genuinely kinda nice. Very art and oc focused, just kind of pleasant to post to? Not much by way of solid communities, but there's "Community Challenges" you can participate in (think DTIYS stuff but under a whole tab you can poke through and take part in) and you can even host your own challenges at any time. Supports a commissions tab, heavily leans towards Visual Arts (so writing and music and other things aren't possible to really share). Explicit art isn't allowed (thanks to the apple app store) but suggestive art is.

Bluesky (Mobile + Web, In Beta, Need a code, Twitter clone and Solid):

Bluesky (aka "Wow, I can't believe it's not Twitter!") is the most popular twitter clone so far and it's a very solid social and art sharing platform. You need an invite code to get in, so far, but every person currently there generates one code a week and I've seen lots of threads on twitter and elsewhere sharing codes to get more artists on there.

You can create and curate specific feeds using keywords and phrases - and you can follow other peoples feeds (so, say you make an art only feed, or a sketch only feed, people who want to follow JUST that can follow those!) and they're still developing better ways to let people tag and curate their experience. Big bonus is that NSFW IS ALLOWED HERE, and they have self tagging options. HASHTAGS ALSO MATTER. They help people find you!

(More below the cut! VVVV)

Mastodon.ART (Web + 3rd party apps):

Mastodon.art (not to be confused with any other instance like Mastodon.social) is an Art-themed social media site that you may or may not heard of. There's a lot of discourse over how confusing it can be - it truly feels like the Linux of social media - but in my experience if you take the time to get to know it, it can be very nice and rewarding to post to! Community is big here so interacting with other artists is not only encouraged, its really the only way to feel at home here.

There's plenty of guides on how Mastodon works - you can even host your own if you don't like how Mastodon.art is run. Frankly, there's plenty of art sharing sites hosted via Mastodon, so if the rules and regulations of .art isn't to your liking, you may find a different one that is. Shop around and find a community that sounds right for YOU!

Cohost (Web):

Cohost is like tumblr but you can post NSFW, LMAO. It's still being worked on by a dedicated and nice team. They seem very transparent and post good updates. I've liked what I've seen so far, though there's not nearly enough people on here for me to use it as much as I'd like to. So get on here!!! Please. I'm begging lmao.

A significant factor is that NSFW is allowed here and there's a lot of nsfw artists using it for that purpose. This isn't inherently bad, but is worth knowing!

Inkblot (Mobile, I cannot recommend Web, at all):

Inkblot is like an alternative to Deviantart and got a big push for a while after Sheezy.art went down and Buzzly.art also tanked while Twitter simultaneously shat the bed. It's fine in the app, but the website is bad. Like it is genuinely impossible to use consistently bad. The app has ads, it is a small start up team, but the team seems dedicated and posts updates and has an active roadmap.

I do not find myself using this one at all, purely because it's very clunky, but I know several other artists who do. The potential is there; There's comic support which is rad and lots of tagging features, but it all depends on if you're willing to stick it out and see.

Honorable(?) Mentions:

Itaku - Mostly furry art at this point, I'm not sure if that was the original point but that's what it's become. I have no experience with it, I just know it exists and people use it.

Pillowfort - Another tumblr clone, has dedicated groups to post art to depending on themes, you can do a lot here but the times I've tried to use it, it felt awkward and a little empty. There may be more people using it by now, though!

Furaffinity - I mean. Yeah. You know what this is and if you don't, well. Furries do.

Artistree.io - Purely a commissions selling platform, not social media. Still worth a mention, I have little to no experience with it, but they do not take a cut.

VGen - Similar to artistree but is in Beta, mostly geared towards Vtubers, illustrators, etc with that similar thematic style.

Toyhou.se - Character repository. Great for uploading characters and any art or story writing you do for them - the community can be. Wack. Not exactly an art sharing platform per se, but great for hosting your oc galleries if that's your thing. Customizable profiles is a plus.

CharacterHub - Not sure how I feel about this one. Alternative to Toyhouse but they have a weird beta thing in place and are "only inviting the best artists/story writers to keep community quality high" and while I was invited, and the site has fascinating features, I am REALLY not a fan of that ethos. Hard to find info but if you have questions feel free to ask and I can try to find out for you!

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I hope this list is helpful for people!! There's a ton of micro art communities on discord, too, if you look around and reach out. The biggest thing I recommend if you're trying to move away from Twitter/Tumblr/Insta/Etc is not just posting on new sites, but interacting with the people already there. I know that sounds really obvious, but the biggest thing I see artists struggling with on new sites is building up that first few follows.

Don't focus on follows, focus on the community you want to be a part of. The follows happen more naturally from there, and it feels good to interact with other peers and make friends that way!

Also, for funs, My links + Art

My Artfol || My Bluesky

what social media platforms do you recommend to other artists? Personally, I'm liking Tumblr and that's about it lol. The IG/Twitter algorithm is really tricky for me personally

Feel free to share your socials below so we can connect as well! Mine are: IG, Twitter, this Tumblr lol

[deep-basement]

i love ur art so much. like ong would u ever do commissions

thank you alot that is very pleasant to hear <3 btw i mean id do comission but i will ask more money than artists usually do because i have full time job and id prefer spend my 4 hours after work on myself and there is also a problem with paying since i live in russia (i dont support the war)

[beholding-moth]

Hello, your art style is pleasant. Do you take requests? I'm curious to see my oc in other styles. :)

Hi hey hello! thank u sm anon :D my asks are always open for drawing suggestions but wether i draw smth or not is very heavily dependent on my mood tbh hh,, honestly i can’t control when inspiration strikes and it sucks plus there’s always the whole life stuff going on n such ugh

but if u want me to draw smth feel free to send it to me and i might doodle it!

[atesomerocks]

just so yall know every time u reblog my commission sheet i go feral. and when u add tags like commission sam or save i fucking shit my pants. thank u.

[pacifistcowboy]

sONIC!!!! i don’t actually have anything to really say but sonic sonic sonic!!! i love the whole thing but atm i’m mainly loving silver the hedgehog and the chaotix djfjsjd i’m having the time of my life playing team sonic racing n i tried the demo of sonic frontiers and i actually enjoyed it which i was not expecting!!! so now i’m thinkin’ of buying that game too!!! also i’ve bought the next volume of the idw comic n i’m looking forward to reading it ‘cause i’d love to be able to be up to date so i can read the new stuff when it comes out, but i probably won’t be fast enough djfjwjf also i just always have silver spinning around in my brain

i’ve also made a few sonic ocs that i can’t wait to draw properly but atm i’m working on another drawing that’s got postponed multiple times due to commissions and school work, but once that’s finished i can show my lads to the world!!!! aaaa!!! it was so pleasant being able to just gush aimlessly!! thank u!!!

Autism people:

Info dump to me. What is your current special interest?