#was sketch then turned into a bit more than a sketch

[brooklyncircus]

Here's another one-shot dedicated to you, my reader 𖹭.

This Christmas was very special for Suguru Geto because it was the first one he shared with the two girls.

His girls.

Mimiko and Nanako.

And although Suguru Geto was still, in many ways, just a teenager, that didn’t stop him from trying his best to make sure both girls felt loved on such a special occasion.

Yes, he might have been a cult leader, a psychopath, and an unhinged genocidal maniac who despised humans, calling them "monkeys"... but when it came to those two, he was a completely different person.

In some ways, he was even their father figure. Or perhaps their only family. He had cared for and protected them from the start, offering them the best he could and vowing to keep doing so.

"Everything for my girls," he thought as his fingers stuck together from handling the Christmas tape.

If anyone peeked through the window, they’d see that unmistakable Christmas spirit everywhere. And how could you blame them? He liked Christmas too—he used to spend it with Shoko and...

Satoru.

He shook his head, deciding it was better to focus on the task at hand rather than dwell on foolish thoughts of the past. Or the people he had left behind.

He was a new person now, he told himself, smudging his fingertips with red and green markers as he tried to write a letter to the girls, pretending to be Father Christmas.

A different person, he thought again, as he stuck out his tongue and bit it slightly in intense concentration, sketching a plump Santa in his sleigh with reindeer, a sack of presents, and the iconic "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" emblazoned in the night sky.

He doubted someone like Satoru would even recognise the shadow of the old Suguru—the boy who thought himself invincible, simply because the other one was always by his side.

Frowning, he took the letter in his hands, deciding it would look better with a touch of glitter.

"Mimiko and Nanako will love it more if it sparkles. They adore glitter," he mused, focused like a mama bear doing everything possible for her cubs.

Suguru was sure the girls had jars of glitter in various colours stashed somewhere.

“I’ve observed your behaviour all year and can confidently say that you, Mimiko and Nanako, have been two very good girls. That’s why these presents are for each of you!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!

Love, Santa.

P.S. The cookies were delicious, and so was the glass of cold milk—thank you very much! The reindeer are also grateful for your kindness in leaving carrots and water. That was very thoughtful of you.

Thank you, and see you next year!”

Once everything was ready, Suguru sighed, ran a hand over his forehead, and sneezed after inhaling some glitter. He was sweating and didn’t know why. Adrenaline, he supposed, as he arranged the gifts under the Christmas tree. When he finished, he took three steps back to admire his masterpiece.

"The girls are going to love it," he thought, nodding with his hands on his hips, gazing at the product of his effort and care with deep pride.

But he didn’t linger for long; he needed to get to bed before they caught him standing—very suspiciously—by the tree with crumbs from the cookies (meant for someone else) at the corner of his mouth.

Before heading to bed, he checked on the girls and found them sprawled out and dishevelled. Nanako’s blankets were on the floor, and Mimiko had somehow turned around in her sleep, her head now resting at the foot of the bed.

With a faint smile, he tucked them both in, kissed their foreheads, and made sure their favourite stuffed animals were snug beside them.

The next morning, Suguru woke to the sound of their joyful screams, their little footsteps approaching his room. Their laughter and cries of, "Santa came! Santa came!" melted his heart a little.

They burst through the door without knocking, leaping onto him, both brimming with excitement. Their bright eyes and beaming smiles were all the confirmation Suguru needed that he had done a good job.

“Is it Christmas already?” he asked, feigning confusion as though he’d just woken up.

Nanako giggled and nodded enthusiastically. “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas! Santa came, Sugu! Santa came!” she repeated, hugging him tightly in her excitement.

Mimiko, on the other side, was about to burst with energy. She looked up at the ceiling, thumped her chest like a little gorilla, and bellowed, “IT’S CHRISTMAAAS!”

“IT’S CHRISTMAAAS!” he echoed, grinning as he got out of bed, the girls running after him.

As they darted to the tree, grabbing their presents and the letter, Geto sat cross-legged on the floor, arms open in a fatherly embrace. They eagerly leapt into his lap, Nanako clutching the letter while Suguru stroked her hair, and Mimiko snuggled against his chest, tears in her eyes.

After all, it was the first time they had celebrated Christmas in a loving home... with him.

When they opened their gifts and he saw their little faces light up with joy, Suguru made a promise to himself.

He vowed to protect those girls with his life.

For Nanako’s smile, for Mimiko’s tears. He vowed it as they hugged by the tree, wrapping paper scattered on the floor, cookie crumbs still fresh on the plate, carols playing softly, and garlands decorating the walls.

Because they weren’t just any girls. No.

They were his girls.

His Mimiko. His Nanako. His daughters.

And nothing, ever, would change that.

Nothing.

[doesephs]

jean moreau has endured more than the entirety of france collectively

[wasyago]

on a lunch break

[yunyin]

This was my original Loveybug sketch, but when I was finishing it, it just wasn't working for me! I like it as is, but I think the other one worked out for the best.

[sad-leon]

(good future) Finding Home Pride edition <3

Trans Leo pride is something I see a lot, but personally, FH Leo wouldn't celebrate his gender. He grew up around Gali, who went through a lot of gender struggles, especially in his younger years, and with the brothers being so accepting, it's just another part of his life

But his lack of romantic attraction? That's something that stands out to him. He sees the brothers with their own attractions and crushes and such and realizes he stands out. He's different. But that's okay because he's still him and he's still valid

anyways~ it's pride month, which means i get to be even more annoying about aro pride ^-^

that final shot without text:

[caeslxys]

revelations your flesh

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[fatedroses]

I draw a sketch to simply offer my own personal little headcanon and theory that Zenos was the only other descendant Emet got close to (knowing him probably unintentionally) besides Lucius.

Obviously we never see them interact directly, but several little worldbuilding tidbits do make me ponder about certain things, like the possibility lorewise that it could've been Emet that named Zenos, and the fact that they share certain habits and potentially interests.

[vickysaurus-art]

Shifty with the princesses as minis update! Today I inked the prettiest princess of them all, and Damsel too.

[ganondoodle]

chapter 2 rough draft wip (✿◡‿◡)

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Dess from the Deltarune comic Looking Glasses by @ferronickel, I loved her design at first sight so here's the promised fanart; check out the original comic! It's very much worth the read :D

[wolfram-but-art]

Gillion is fucking dead crabrave

hey, here's a couple zoom-ins because i'm pround of my damn work okay

[sysig]

It’s not going away, so get used to it! (Patreon)

[shiori8]

The assistant bodyguard, the boy of destiny and the girl with magic that works on iron

aka more doodles for the wizards of once series. This time our main trio Bodkin, Xar and Wish.

Part 1

[doodl3]

Delta Doodle Dump!

Sketches below!!!

[sillywebz]

I KILLED THE LIGHTS