#thank you for this sweet sweet pain

[somethingintheforest]

Season 3 prayer circle.

[erinwantstowrite]

unfortunately for peter he's sooner or later going to contract the batfamily curse without hope of recovery (being bisexual)

he has no idea what's coming for him 😔 he'll figure it out slowly and painfully for everyone involved

[verridaiya]

—Dream Blooms (Sylus' POV)

"I've been waiting here for you."

I started writing this fic at the same time as part 1, because I wasn't sure if MC's point of view had enough angst compared to a Sylus POV. And now after seeing the reactions to part 1... haha, good luck? I apologize in advance and offer tissues as compensation (maybe it's not as bad as I'm making it out to be?)

Synopsis: Sylus contemplates all that has led up to finding you in this life, until the past comes back to haunt him.

Contains: Heavy spoilers for Beyond Cloudfall and Abyssal Blossom, Sylus x MC/reader, gender neutral MC/reader, angst/hurt (comfort in part 3 tho), could technically be read before or separately from part 1, includes some of my theories & headcannons about the BC myth

Word Count: 2.7k

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Sylus does not consider himself lucky.

There have been many deals gone sideways, misfortunes lining up neatly one after the other and then falling like dominoes. He’s had to claw, rip, and tear his way through dead ends and out of backed corners. And his failures weren’t from the lack of effort; after a third contingency plan goes wayward, he knows it is just fate mocking him yet again, as it has been through all of his long lives.

But he is not the most wanted space criminal and the infamous leader of Onychinus for nothing. What he lacks in luck he compensates in sheer power, skill, persistence. Why rely on random chance when he can ensure that he always gets what he wants? He’s had lifetimes to perfect his skills, to try again and again and again, until he gets the results he desires. Every success he’s had—and they number far more than failures—has been because of him, and him alone.

And right now, looking down at your sleeping form, he considers it his greatest success that you are here, in his arms.

You had come down with a fever recently, the same one that has been making its way through Linkon as of late. With your work as a hunter and with the public, it was almost inevitable that you would catch it, though you tried your best to hide it from those around you. Nothing escapes his—or rather, Mephisto’s—eyes though. Sylus could tell just how bad it was when he showed up unannounced at your door, duffel bag in hand and steaming soup in the other, and you let him in without protest.

He palms his phone absentmindedly in one hand. Sylus intended to get some work done while you napped, so he can focus solely on you when you wake. But right now, with the press of your body against his, your chest rising and falling gently with each faint snore, your face peaceful and relaxed—Sylus can’t help but be pulled into the siren’s call that was your very existence, demanding his attention even while asleep. To appreciate that he was here, in your presence, in the first place.

He has been searching for you through countless years and innumerable lifetimes. He had spent far, far too long alone, seeking you in the farthest reaches of the cosmos. You, the most important missing piece of his soul, an absence that gnawed at his bones and nipped at the gaping hole in his chest.

It seemed like the curse from your first life still lingered. Fate was still determined to drive you apart, to break the defiant bond you forged together and to fulfill the destiny you were doomed to have—that he was your archenemy, that one will inevitably kill the other. If fate could not pit him against you, it will widen the fissure another way and drive you apart physically.

His supposed destiny coiled around his neck like a noose, a rope pulled tighter and tighter every time his search came up empty. But the absence of you is still a presence nonetheless, and he clung onto it like a lifeline. The yearning, the desperation, the grief—he held onto those unusual emotions close and savors what only you can bring out in him. It was the only thing that kept him alive, kept him from going insane from apathy.

The string pulls tighter still, when he finally finds you, his gaze finally where it belongs—on you—and you gaze back at him as if he were a stranger. No, worse yet, as if he were an enemy, with hatred in your beautiful eyes and a snarl on your lips. As if the events of your first shared life never happened. It had taken so much coaxing and far too many miscalculations to convince you that he means you no harm, all the while working through the heart wrenching despair that you don’t remember.

He feels victorious, that he has earned your trust again despite all the odds stacked against his favor. Here you are, tucked safely against him, fully vulnerable in your sleep and relying on him to tend to you while a fever rages through you. His whirlwind mind can finally slow in your presence, the calm in the eye of the storm.

Sylus leans in to press a small kiss on the top of your head, breathing in the warm heady scent of you, savoring your proximity.

He will defy destiny as many times as he needs to, in every lifetime, to find his way back to your side. Weave his own string to connect himself to you, one dyed red with his blood, tied to his heart, his very being, so that it may never untether.

He is pulled from his musings when his keen ears pick up the change in your breathing, ever aware of your presence. You’re awake.

Not long after, your delightful voice reaches his ears. A drowsy murmur of his name, heavenly on your lips.

“Sy?”

Sylus looks down to your precious form as you blink at him sleepily, swaddled in blankets and nestled within his arms. He finds it adorable, that the first thing you seek out when you wake is him. Affection coats his words as he replies, “Awake, darling? You should go back to sleep, it’s not nearly time for you to get up yet.”

“I had a strange dream again.”

“Another one, sweetheart?”

As you hum and nod your answer, the towel on your temple threatens to slip with the movement. He reaches up to remove the cooling cloth, taking the time to mentally prepare himself.

Sylus suspects these dreams are memories of your previous lives, slowly resurfacing. His instincts were correct in that the power of another Aether Core in your body might help you recover your forgotten past. Not that you knew that these were memories; you still talk about them as if they were nothing but wild fantasies.

Something inside him clenches every time you tell him of a new “bizarre dream”. You’ve lived so many lives without him by your side, where he is unable to find you. Each new memory-turned-dream is a reminder of the many times he could not be with you, of the centuries he’s spent looking for you, aching and alone. Yet he wants to hear you talk about them regardless, because they are a part of you, and he longs to know every facet of you so that he may cherish you fully.

You have yet to dream of a life where he is present.

Until now, when your lovely voice tells him, “You were in it this time, Sylus.”

His gaze snaps to you. If he was pretending to be productive before, he makes no effort to do so now.

“Oh? Do tell, kitten.”

He shuts his phone off mid-text, letting his evol drop it onto the coffee table. This protocore shipment can wait another day; there is nothing more important than hearing your dream right now. And if it was really just a dream, a figment of your imagination- well, time is never wasted when he’s spending it with you.

Your heavy-lidded eyes follow his movements as he shifts from underneath you and to his side. You lift your hand up to his head as he settles, deft fingers reaching to pet his hair and caress his face. Tingles erupt where your fingers trail and he fights to lean into the touch like a cat.

You seem to be lost in thought, eyes fixed to the top of his head, when you say, “You had something on your head. Something sharp and twisting. Rough. It was beautiful, though. You were beautiful.”

Sylus freezes. He knows exactly what you’re speaking of. Of all his previous incarnations, he is most intimately familiar with this one. He can almost feel those spiraling horns of his original form again, a phantom weight that settles heavy on his head, the hardened scales that trail down his face.

Can it be? Did you truly dream of his truest form, of your first life with him?

He wants to know more. Needs to know more.

He knows that he’s failing to keep his voice at its usual bored and impassive cadence when he asks, “And? Can you tell me more about this dream of yours, kitten?”

You blink at him slowly, processing his words. He can almost see the gears of your head turning. You look ready to fall asleep at any moment now. On any other given day, Sylus would let you rest and recover, let the conversation lull until you fall into slumber. But this time, just this once, he allows his own wants take priority. He takes your hand in his, coaxing you to stay awake and focus.

You speak softly, a far-away look in your eyes. ��We were standing in a lovely field of flowers. They were breathtaking, Sylus. Such a vivid, dazzling red. There was a black spire in the distance, I think.”

You remember. His breath hitches imperceptibly. The valley of datura flowers. He has only been there once with you: on your last flight together, when he was falling to his death, greatsword in chest.

His heart squeezes as if the blade is still lodged there. The first memory that you’ve regained was your last moments with him. A part of him is elated that you are finally beginning to remember him. He will no longer have to carry the weight of these memories alone. That finally, finally, he will be reunited with you, all of you, past and present. The other, smaller part wishes you to never remember, dreading that you have to relive the pain of his parting a second time.

Your first life together held nothing but tragedy. But still, that nothing gave him you, and all the gifts you showered him with and taught him to cherish. He wants you to remember everything, so that he may finally return the favor in full.

He is distracted from his thoughts when a soft red glow emanates from your hand, threaded with gold. Sylus feels the resonance flow through him, your power thrumming like a pulse and your warmth finding its place in his too empty heart, now filled. His own evol rises to answer yours, ever at your beck and call, a soft surge of energy manifesting in the air as familiar ember-and-smoke tendrils. The curtains sway faintly, caught in the hush of energy.

Looking into your sleepy eyes and fever-heated face, Sylus doesn’t think you even realize what you’re doing. He feels the wash of your emotions like a gentle tide. Contentment, warmth, a feeling of loss, a spark of recognition, of déjà vu. A flickering image of a valley covered in gleaming red flowers appears in his mind’s eye, fuzzy around the edges from your sickness.

He cannot stop the burst of hope that flares in his rapid-fire heart, unbidden.

He severs the connection between you, though. He does not want you to feel the pressure and urgency of his emotions, as he struggles to keep them in check. This is the first time you have dreamt about him. He needs to be there for you, a strong and comforting presence beside you as you piece together the tragedy of this memory. The curtains sway once more, then stills.

When you try to apologize, he dismisses it easily. He has no need for your apologies, ever, but what he does need is to know what else you can recollect.

“What else do you remember?” he quietly implores.

You stare up at him for a second longer, brows furrowed, before acquiescing and closing your eyes. Whatever was crossing your mind—most likely his own emotions you felt during the resonance—seemed to be forgotten for now. The sweet melody of your voice fills the air soon after.

“We were up in the air flying, somehow, before we landed in that blossoming valley. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I felt like I was in a whole other world. When I turned around to look at you, I saw you sitting there amongst the flowers. Red, like shining rubies. Red like-”

Red like the jewel of his heart, pierced. Red like the blood upon your greatsword, as he pushed it deeper. He waits with bated breath for the breaking of your heart, ready to piece it back together.

“Red, like rich wine,” you finish softly.

Something tickles him at the back of his mind, an instinct raising its head, leaving him unsettled. Something was wrong. This was not the reaction he was anticipating from you. No, you were too…calm.

What were you remembering?

A coldness trickles into him as you continue on happily, a smile in your voice. “I decorated you with those flowers. We were so carefree, unworried and relaxed. It was just us, no one else, in the valley that was our playground. I think I was teasing you, or maybe you were teasing me. You said something about seeing the other side of things, something taunting. We ended up play-fighting, rolling around and sending petals up in the air.”

No.

Sylus can’t breathe. He clenches his eyes shut, anguish tearing through him.

This…this never happened.

No matter how many times he desperately yearns, how many times he spits at destiny, sinks his claws into fate, battered and bloody, hoping to carve his own desired path, he cannot change the inexorable truth of your first life: that there was never a chance for your love to grow beyond its initial roots.

He was too young and feral to give these things to you when he first met you. He barely had a grasp of what love was, then. And after that fateful day, when he exchanged half his soul for yours, he never had a chance to. You had been taken from him by the Legion, stolen while he was too injured to do anything but watch, broken, from the shadows. There were only stolen moments when your hearts beat in sync and your entwined souls reverberated that he was able to appear before you as a half-apparition, in the Sanctuary that was your cage.

There was never a chance for him to give you this lovely desire of yours. Could this be simply just a dream, a fantasy this current version of you concocted while entangled within intangible memories?

But he remembers how sure you felt of its reality, when you resonated with him. That startling sense of déjà vu coursing through you. Could it have been a dream your previous self had, of what could have been? Something you never found the chance to tell him? Or perhaps he wasn’t there for you to tell him, perhaps it was after he- after he left you, for the last time.

Perhaps dreams were the only source of comfort you had, after he departed.

There is so much he does not know about the twilight years of your first life. Did you go on to survive and thrive, as he told you to? Were you able to fulfill all your desires and live to your lovely, greedy heart’s satisfaction? Or did you die, grief-stricken and alone, surrounded by enemies that he was not there to protect you from? Dreamt of things he could not give you, places he could not take you, because fate tore him from you before he ever had a chance to?

So many answers he desperately yearns to know and the only person who can give them to him cannot recall.

Fate pulls its string tighter around his neck, taunting him. You finally remembered something from your first life together, and he could not be more fucking heartbroken.

“Sylus?”

He opens his eyes at your soft voice, sucking in a sharp breath into his suffocating lungs and exhaling shakily. Worry glimmers in your eyes as you peer up at him, innocent and unaware.

Something in him howls in anguish when you part your lips to say, “It was just a dream, Sylus.”

Air fans softly against his face as you breathe, your chest rising and falling steadily. He focuses on it, clings onto it as if the mechanical motion gives him oxygen, life. You’re here now, he’s here now. There is little he can do but hold you, in this life, and not let go.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

(づ￣ ³￣)づ 紋身🌸一朵花女兒 Tattoo 🌸 a flower adorable daughter (she got it a couple week ago/ her first one.)

上週到這週我和女兒見面約會兩次；自從她從紐西蘭回來之後，她又隻身去了一趟南韓/釜山過聖誕節假期，並且她正兼職和學習鉤針手藝課忙碌於準備今年快則二月、慢則三月將去愛爾蘭自助旅遊和工作，她告訴我學習手藝若在愛爾蘭鄉村工作之餘她才不會無聊 。🥱😜haha

她兩週前到另一個城市刺青，這是她人生的第一朵七彩小花刺青，我覺得超可愛的，花兒挺像她的風格。然後我告訴她：我怎麼第一眼聯想到「奧運會標誌」。😂 她又告訴我：她將會在手腕處再買一個刺青是中文字：「羽」。（羽毛 🪶的’羽’是她的中文名字的最後一個字。) um hummm… sounds cool! 😎 🫶 and 我跟女兒說：聽過有此一説～”但凡刺青之人都會對紋身上癮。”😏🤔

説真的，我很喜歡觀察並且好奇研究別人身上的刺青。我曾經夢想過、也被承諾過要和心愛的人一起去刺青作為「永生的���念」，但遺憾的是我的命中不可能會有這樣的事：一生永遠在一起/雙雙對對，因為只要任何人變成我的夢，這夢就會碎。🥲💩🦕

昨天紋身🌸一朵花女兒 lol 來我的工作室，她來教會我關於如何把智能手機便利且普遍地使用在現代人與生活結合的一些瑣事 😵‍💫 。還有她上週把感冒傳染給我 😆，我想她來檢查並確認看看… 她的媽咪千萬別昏睡/死在工作室。 hehe 😂😷🛌💀 Lan~*

There was a little drizzle/showers last night ... I love it but we both are caught a cold, so we feel cold then we had a simple street food - Stir-fried squid Taiwanese Pasta, want to back to studio quickly. XD

[fave-fix]

hey guys do we realize that the main difference betwen how kai and midori developed is that kai was given the chance to learn what normal life and love and family was like by working with chidouins while midori was kept under asunaros thumb all his life. do we realize that just a few changes could have kai acting just as cruel and merciless as midori. do we realize that midori is a victim of asunaro too, and though that doesn't excuse his actions it does make them more tragic. do we realize this or are we all being serious when we say midori is the only character who isn't worth redemption.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite scully and mulder moments from s1

the evergreen classic mulder reaction to a terrified scully knocking at his door in the very first episode- how he checks over her, holds her close, and brings her into his room

(and then ANOTHER instance of examining each other for aliens in episode 8 which was wild. if i had a nickel for each time they had to look at each other's bodies for evidence of aliens, i'd only have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice)

him playing with scully's necklace in episode 3, while admitting he feels "territorial"

the first time he calls scully "dana", right after her father dies- which surprises her so much she mumbles her name back to herself- and he follows up by grabbing her face and gently running his finger over her cheek

(and the first time she tries to call him "fox", after he had been awake for 3 straight days on a stakeout, and she begs him to go home- he laughs and says he even made his parents call him mulder)

((still, she brought him a sandwich and a drink- “if there’s an iced tea in that bag, could be love” “must be fate- root beer”))

scully in Doctor Mode™ after mulder got stuck in the fire in episode 12, trying to give him water as he lays in bed, while he gets all emo and pushes her hand away

when scully gets kidnapped in episode 15 and mulder calls her "dana" again over the phone, her first name slipping out in his fear, then he tells the kidnapper "listen to me, you lay one hand on scully, and so help me god..."

(and THEN he tells everyone going on her rescue mission that this is a very important mission to him, so please everybody do their best)

the endless banter: "i still don't get it. what does this have to do with us?" "robbing a jewelry store is a federal crime" (flatly) "thank you."

when he is at an autopsy with scully in episode 18 and makes it very clear he does Not Want To Be There (but she still is sad he won't join her on her next one in episode 22!)

"happy birthday scully!" (pause of confusion) "you're two months early!"

when she finally listened to the psychic to get evidence for a case in episode 13, trying to make mulder proud- "i'd thought you'd be pleased i'd opened myself to extreme possibilities"- only for him to yell at her for putting herself in danger

(later in the same episode she screamed at the criminal, saying that if he did anything to mulder, she'd kill him herself)

((AND their conversation at the end of that episode when mulder is laying in a hospital bed: "why can't you believe?" "i'm afraid"))

the very empire strikes back coded fighting in the arctic compound in episode 8

"you think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you're hot?" (stunned silence. scholars are still trying to figure out what was going on here)

oh, this one made me weepy: "i have never met anyone so passionate and dedicated to a belief as you. it's so intense, sometimes it's blinding. but there are others who are watching you, who know what i know, and whereas i can respect and admire your passion, they will use it against you. mulder, the truth is out there, but so are lies" aka the episode 17 monologue… what if i melted into a puddle? how would you react to this news? how about mulder the protector turning into mulder the protected?

(also, episode 17 had a moment where he grabbed her shoulder and leaned in and i had to restrain myself)

them having hand signals to indicate watch what you say, we’re being listened to

in episode 18, the preacher’s kid tries to taunt mulder with information about his sister and scully tries to shut him down Immediately

they’re looking for each other in the dark in episode 19 while a wild beast is on the loose and mulder finally kicks open the door and finds scully while she whispers “it’s okay, it’s me, it’s okay”

episode 20, when he shows her a bunch of lumberjacks, which he describes as “rugged manly men in the full bloom of their manhood” and he says she should look for anything unusual or a boyfriend among them... and she laughs

scully losing her mind when the evil cocoon bugs get on her, screaming at mulder to get them off of her, while he holds her still and explains it’s okay as long as they're in the light

(and then they sit on the bed, side by side, talking through the night)

when mulder’s friend dies and she kneels and says to him, “you’ve been through a lot… more than I think you realize” and encourages him to take some time for himself

any episode where they both wear big coats (for the snow in episode 8, or the rain in 20) is an instant classic to me

“mulder, you’re rushing me out of the room… is there a girl coming over?” from episode 11... yeah I laughed. and then laughed even more when he was just hanging out with deep throat in the next scene!

episode 23’s “how was the wedding? Did you catch the bouquet?” “maaaaybe 😊”

and who can forget the finale! she apologizes for doubting his alien leads; “I should know by now to trust your instincts” “why? no one else does” (both smile and i, once again, collapse)

there's so much to unpack here and i could spend a lifetime doing it, but before i watch s2 for the first time i needed to make note of the things that especially made me happy or brought great angst to the forefront; i am studying their dynamic and putting it in a bottle <3

[an-na-ko]

Thank you so much for the beautiful piece about Lyra that you made ❤️ it really touched my heart

awww anon, this is such a sweet and short message to receive 🥹 Thank you for reading it, even if the content is pretty difficult; I appreciate it so very much that you read my comic about my beloved Lyra. She was my little light and joy and I'm so glad to have shared her🤍

[sunflowersinheaven]

Hi everyone, probably some of you noticed that im back. This was a very random decision i made yesterday, i actually didnt plan to come back for another 1-2 months. Thank you for the lovely tags on my latest post, it means a lot, and it made me really happy to read them and see people missed me 🧡 I missed you all too! I love this fandom and all the random people i got to know (even if we never talked, i see you all in my notifs).

The past few months, has been really hard time for me, and i have been struggling with my depression a lot. I pushed many people away, including the most important person in my life. I felt isolating myself would help to "fix" myself, but actually it just made everything worse. All the people that i hurt in the past few months, all the people whose message i ignored, all the people who were worried about me , im really sorry. I realised, lot of things that made me happy, i stopped doing, including posting here. Im not fully ready to be active as i was before, and im also really busy with uni (if you are a building services engineer reading this, please dm me, because welp), but i really want to get back into this, because this fandom really made my past few years and life better, and i will be forever thank you for that. Your support means a lot to me.

Im looking forward to be part of the codywan and star wars fandom again, and thank you all 🧡

(if you are a hater reading this, and want to send me an anon hate, please dont send me "kys" ones, i got a lot of it in the past, and while it didnt bother me as much, im not sure i can handle those kind of anons anymore. I dont want to turn off anon asks, but if it happens, i will)

[be-an-echo]

❄

[fangswbenefits]

“Too bad you hadn't been bred yet. He would have loved to taste your milk as you carried his child. “

HOLY FUCKING SHIT MIGUEL O HARA DHGAFAGAGAGAGAGA 💀💀💀💀

THIS MAN REALLY KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST RUBY I DIED WHEN I READ THIS UR MIND OMFGGGG 😫😩

I will not be blamed for this! Blame this man!!!

[backpackingspace]

The philoctetes is a comedy actually

[ruporas]

hello hello! I hope you don't mind me dropping by but I just want to say I love your art so much, the way you draw vashwood is just so sweet and tender but can I just ramble about the way you draw Vash especially? More specifically, the way you draw his expressions when he's looking at Wolfwood???

I just LOVE the way you draw Vash's expression because the way you make him look at Wolfwood is so soft 😭😭😭. There's just something about it that's so tender, like whenever I look at Vash's expressions in your art I just think "that is genuinely someone who loves another person with all their heart" and it just mends and breaks my heart at once, you capture Vash's love for Wolfwood in ways I can't explain 👏

It's unbridled love mixed with the fear of hurting Wolfwood in their relationship. It's wanting to spill so much affection but holding back in fear of messing up. He looks at Wolfwood like he's longing for him so earnestly be it pre-relationship or even when they're already dating it's just so??? 💕💕💘💞💖💖💞💕

There's just something so tender and heart wrenching at the way Vash looks at Wolfwood in your art, it gets me really emotional and I hope you have a lovely day/night for real <33!!!

ouuuuu thank you so so much for your kind words and for taking the time to tell me this T_T !!! i'm glad my expressions for vash's longing gazes at wolfwood is well done enough to have this sort of response to it…

he's the kind of person that has to hold back in both words and touch when it comes to love, when it comes to wolfwood, but i think it's a difficult emotion to restrain, especially when wolfwood is kind enough to let it be.

ultimately, what they're allowed to have is the inevitable shared spaces during their travels, it's the other's physical presence, being next to wolfwood, being able to take him in through the way he simply exists. smelling smoke, seeing smoke, seeing the cigarette between his fingers, seeing the crosses littered across his person, the rosary snug around his neck, his scruff at his chin, messy bangs, messy hair, tired eyes, the canine that peeks when he speaks, and a voice carrying heavy words, but honest, and kind, and one vash could never get tired of hearing, like how he'd never be tired of just looking at wolfwood.

it's of gratitude, it's of sorrow, it's of grief, it's of love, praise, adoration, it's desperate and it's full of yearning. at first, it's a gaze he feels he has to be satisfied with until he's learned that he's allowed for more and at that point, when wolfwood has given him so much, how could he look at him in any other way?

in any case, i def like to make it known and parade around vash's deeeeeep deep deep feelings of love towards wolfwood, so i'm very happy to know i can express that clearly through his expression alone. i Also just love wolfwood so maybe the projection goes from the heart of the artist to the heart of the art.

i ended up collecting a few caps of his expressions just out of curiosity for myself :3 i have much to improve still, i'll keep on drawing vash's loving self until i can get the ultimate loving expression down!!

[tricitymonsters]

Hi Cloud I’m wildly hormonal rn and thinking about an Amirmancing MC having his baby and suggesting they name it after Matias (or some variant of it in honor of him) and crying about it. Hope you’re doing better than me 😭

Oough you went right for the Pain Sauce tonight. It's okay, Amir would be ugly crying about it too and you can be High Emotional together while hysterically blubbering.

[leavemetoexist]

Just got to the second half of disco elysium and all i have to say is... WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[gronjon44]

So, I watched Amazing Digital Circus Ep 3 tonight and...

GOOSEWORKS WHY

[elfy-art]

oooh blast from the past, i drew this of omalia and torelai in 2019... its wild how much my art has changed...