Artist notes: I don't have much to note other than I remember wanting to go slow and not have a super polished linework. I'm also really happy I finally drew Tenebris.
Character: Keith (and Tenebris as a silhouette) from @dualityvn
Artist's notes: I decided to actually try and commit to a sketchbook my nana gave me for my birthday. It's been a while since I drew something traditionally and even longer that I've done anything with fine-liners.
I also really wanted to try and draw Tenebris, but Keith's hands and the flower pot were pissing me off, so I decided to make him simple. Tenebris is going to be the last drawing I do as the last drawing of the sketchbook... Hopefully.
Artist notes: I literally spent all my day coloring him until my iPad died on me. lol I loved how I drew his hair … Until I woke up today and started hating everything I did. At least my coloring is on point! I was actually a little scared on how it would turn out.
The Little What Ifs | What If MC was scared of confrontation [Chap. 1/4]
Wattpad | AO3 (Will be added later)
Author's note: So I've been thinking about what if MC was too scared to confront, but was willing to be late to work to make sure Pierrot was okay. Would it be the same? I honestly don't know. I interpreted Pierrot as someone who just wants to be cared for by a human, he doesn't necessarily expect you to fight yet alone yell at anyone for him especially when you're too scared too or physically can't. He wants someone to hold his hand and love on him when comes home or something like that. That also doesn't mean I'm confident in this, I was tempted to scrap everything because I was afraid I interpreted him wrongly, but I'm going to push through it and try not to be so much of a perfectionist. (I feel bad for being... Extra mean. I'm so sorry Pierrot).
Also I would love to thank @darthsuki and @destinysquared for inspiring me to write this. Another special thanks to the creator, @nekoboydreams , for pulling me out of a writer's block.
Your city had finally got hit with the cold front your friends and your boss were talking about, and it felt so nice compared to how annoyingly hot it was the past few days. You let out a silent prayer to the universe for it to be a sign of a nice and mild winter, not another sign of this regions chaotic weather. Anything to make the walk to your work so much more bearable...
Alas, that prayer was interrupted when your eye caught a silver of a- circus flyer? The sight of it made you come to a halt when you realize you just entered the shopping plaza, and immediately sobered up from your deep thoughts.
You just remembered a traveling came to town about three days ago and could've sworn the flyers weren't... Covering every surface like they are stickers on a water bottle. You were about to mentally chuckle as you absently studied the print, noting how nice the front and little tent it is, before you heard a loud WHACK.
"GET OUTTA HERE, YOU FUCKING FREAK!" You flinched at the boom of the strangers voice, and immediately wanted to curl into a ball when you could've sworn you here his foot hit something. No, not something. SOMEONE.
He just kicked a... Clown? You tried sucking a breath as you push past all of your anxiety and take a good look at the scene before you; there lay one of the circus performers you been hearing about from your boss, on the floor, looking so... Out of it. I mean, who wouldn't?
He just had been assaulted and had... Eyes. All on him. As much as you wanted to yell at the man, you couldn't. Even if your heartbeat drowned out the flurry of yelling, your body just tighten and burned.
Then, like it was on cue, the man had has his fill of his violence.
Then, like it was your call to this stage, your body immediately moved to pick up the flyers, or at least what wasn't teared apart from the assailant.
It took you catching the sight of the clown flinching at your sudden movements, from the corner of your eye that is, that you were brought back to reality and felt your heart drop in the pit of your belly.
"Ah, crap. Sorry, I didn't mean to... Scare-scare you like that, man" You let out a shaky chuckle, too ashamed to even look him in the eye as you realize you really aren't doing all that much; like an gutless coward.
You completely turned to him and offer him a hand, the flyers tucked under your arm as you smiled so awkwardly. You hoped that your kindness, possibly selfish you feared, is acceptable to the performer at least.
The golden eyes looked still a bit dazed at first as they just stared at your hand before a grin began to grow on the strangers face and finally met your own pair. To be quite honest, you were... Both unsettled yet mesmerized by the color you didn't realize his large hand wrapped around yours.
A small apology left your lips as you pulled him up from the ground and realize how giant this man is, but you didn't think too long when you notice the mark on his face? Mask? Whatever it is or was, he was hurt.
"Do you need a ice pack or something? Or well, anything?" You asked him as you handed over the flyers, feeling like whatever useless guilt you had earlier was replaced by worry.
This man stood there in silence, but you can tell the way he was looking to the side he was considering the help. You wondered if he's mute or did something what a mime would do as he shook his head no and took the flyers from you with a jingle.
As you were about to try to comfort him somehow, you heard a buzz in your pocket that you realize your boss sent a reminder that you were late. So much for that streak you had going for you...
"Um... Here!" The way you frantically rummage through your bag made this performer tilt his head in confusion before you saw his eyes bore into a bandage you offered. It was unforgettably intense...
"This is really all I have, sorry... If it gets worse, you should see a doc, kay?" You could've sworn you saw him blush like a berry as he took it with a happy little nod of bells before you scurried off.
"I'm late to work! See ya!" You tried to wave at him as you bee-lined to the cafe, a small smile on your face when you remember the wave back this crimson clown gave you.
Artist notes: I was so lost on how to color and shade him, so I just fucked around with layers (used screen and luminosity) and tried to do hatching. Also decided to go with colors I'm more used to such as pinks and purples... I wish I did more with the crown, but honestly I'm so over it. Lol
Artist notes: Gonna just leave it in the wip and probably never touch again. Who knows? I might touch up later. Only reason why I’m not gonna do much is because I suck at Chibis and perspective is way too much of a pain for me. Also line-art is also a weak point especially for the face. Eh… I figure that out later. Enjoy my messy sketch.
It doesn't matter if you got nothing. He's gonna play extra love to them and bury his face.
Any kind of squish is a bonus with the sound of your heartbeat and the sight of his work (marks, his spit on your nipples, and cum).
Voice kink/ any sound related to you.
Yes, your heartbeat does something to him. The idea you're alive. You're breathing. You're moaning and it only for him drives this freak nuts. Even the smallest of sounds make this man wanna go feral.
You might not walk again once you start talking dirty to him with YOUR voice, though.
Scent kink.
Now, would he steal your underwear? Not if you encourage him and he's quite QUITE desperate. But make no mistake, he'll make sure you have your favorite perfume/cologne on him when he can't have you. He'll fuck you in his sweater and won't waste a second enjoying the scent below. Then bury his face into your hair after you two finally shower and head to bed.
Idk... I think this boy will be obsessed once he realizes he finally has you. 🤷🏻
Going on a longer Hiatus. Don’t panic, I’ll come back.
I’m currently getting swamped with juggling with real life things and my own personal projects that I think it’s best I step off of Tumblr for a little bit longer.
I don’t know how long it will be so I am gonna close my ask box for all my side blogs until further notice. I unfortunately can’t guarantee I will get to answering your ask since writing right now is hard for me, but I’ll try.
Sorry, everyone. I think this the best way for me to handle things right now.
My dms are still open on Discord and on here, I just won’t be as active in servers as I use to.
Don’t worry, I’ll include more of myself in it, but don’t mind me kicking off with a soft Gilbert doodle! I’m already working on Clavis next. Then maybe I’ll write some hurt/comfort with my Chaos Bean. We’ll see!
For @venulus Learning How to Love Myself CC… Sorry if it’s on the less personal side…
A situation that would probably happen if I was MC: Obey Me edition.
All of the House of Lamentation went out to Hells kitchen and sit in a more isolated area so Levi and I won't be too overwhelmed. Some of them went to order while some of us just stayed and chatted amongst ourselves. Me, Beel, and Levi were one of them.
Levi:Eh!? You don't like sushi? HOW!?
Beel: Yeah, how come? It's yummy. *Munches on a large crab roll*.
Me: I just don't like fish... Or seafood that much.
Levi: But you like tempura?
Me: Certain tempura! I don't know,but the tempura I ate isn't too fishy.
Beel: But that's the best part... *Gets crumbs everywhere*.
Levi: Damn... You're just as picky as Luke sometimes. *Glares at Beel from across as he tries to clean the table*. Seriously, we can't take you anywhere...
Me: I love what I love and hate what I hate, man. I'm trying,kay... *Gives Beel a napkin.*
