Drawings

Your favorite characters drawn like you've never seen them before 👀 Find me across social media, @lunainkme

[lunainkme]

genuinely just staring at the wall thinking about the absolute, crushing weight of the air around raven even when she’s just standing there. it’s the way she’s made of these deep spills of ink and crushed velvet but she reflects light like she’s carved from cold obsidian—she feels so tactile and yet so terrifyingly distant. like that over-the-shoulder look isn’t a greeting, it’s a threat, and she looks genuinely exhausted by the effort of keeping the void from leaking out of her skin. i’m specifically thinking about how her magic isn’t just some fun power, it's this living, violent pressure she has to pilot every single second just to maintain a human shape. if she looks at you with that half-lidded expression you don't even apologize you just accept that your soul belongs to the night now. anyway i'm completely fine i am being so normal about her i promise.

[lunainkme]

genuinely just losing it over the specific brand of chaos marle brings to a party where she was never invited in the first place. like she really looked at a thousand years of royal tradition and went "no thanks i'm going to go fight a world-eating parasite with a crossbow instead." there’s something so visceral about her being this sun-drenched, honey-glazed rebellion in human form where every gold piece of jewelry is just a reminder of a life she’s actively setting on fire. thinking about her doing the 'shh' gesture like she hasn't already been caught by the timeline itself. she’s so loud and warm and vivid and i’m literally just a puddle on the floor. how are you supposed to look at her and NOT want to follow her into a literal time portal.

[lunainkme]

honestly just staring at the ceiling thinking about the sheer, predatory gravity mejiro ramonu carries in every single movement. it’s the way she’s perfectly poised one second—all high collars and mejiro prestige—and then the next she’s just... taking up all the air in the room. that half-smile is actually illegal like she knows she has you vibrating on a frequency only she can hear. how am i supposed to be normal about the transition from professional turf legend to effortlessly owning every inch of space she occupies because i am certainly not. i am the weakest link. like she’s not even asking for your attention she’s just reclaiming it and you’re just standing there letting her do it because why would you want to be anywhere else. she really just chose to be the most magnetic person in existence and we all just have to live with that.

[lunainkme]

actually just staring at the wall thinking about the sheer, violent physical weight of asuka langley soryu’s need to be perceived as a god. she really puts on that red plugsuit like she’s armoring herself against the entire world knowing she’s just a scared fourteen-year-old in a plastic coffin. it’s the way she does that manic, toothy grin as a defensive mechanism—like if she’s the brightest, loudest thing in the room nobody will notice notice how brittle she actually is. she’s so obsessed with being "the best" that even when she's drowning in LCL she still has to give you that predatory smirk because the alternative is being a failure, and being a failure is a death sentence. she would rather trigger a third impact than have someone look at her and see a person who needs a hug and it makes me want to scream. anyway i'm normal about her.

[lunainkme]

honestly just losing my mind over the fact that takemi tae exists and calls you her guinea pig like she isn't fully aware of the clinical precision of her own magnetism. there’s something so specific about that predatory playfulness in her eyes—the way she looks down at you like she’s already diagnosed your reaction before you even had it. i’m fully vibrating thinking about that over-the-shoulder glance. how am i supposed to be normal about the punk-rock doctor who manages her clinic with that kind of feverish confidence. i would let her run any trial on me. i would let her inject me with literally anything actually.

[lunainkme]

honestly just losing my mind thinking about the sheer physical weight of qiyana’s presence. like she walks into a room and you can literally feel the atmospheric pressure changing. it’s the specific way she looks down on you even when she’s leaning into your space—that "i’ve already decided what to do with you" smirk that just makes the air turn to liquid. and then seeing that royal composure just... dissolve? into that breathless, heavy-lidded heat? i'm actually vibrating. she spends so much time being the perfect, untouchable empress that the second she lets the elements (or her own ego) actually take over, it’s a literal fever. i am but a pebble in the garden of her pride and i’ve never been happier about it. anyway i’m normal and definitely not thinking about the yun tal today.

[lunainkme]

actually just staring at the ceiling thinking about the sheer physical density of rebecca’s personality vs her actual height. like how are you going to be four feet tall and still be the most dangerous thing in the room by a landslide. it’s the way she carries that manic, unhinged energy like a badge of honor because in a city that’s trying to kill you, you might as well go out laughing your head off. thinking about her oversized cyber-arms as this physical manifestation of how much space she refused to give up. she really spent every second on borrowed time and spent it all being the most loyal person in david’s life and now i’m just vibrating with the need to rewatch the whole thing just to hurt myself again. she’s literally just a beautiful disaster and i am not normal about her at all.

[lunainkme]

actually just staring at the wall thinking about the sheer physical weight of hanekawa tsubasa being "the girl who knows everything" while the literal monogatari summer heat is trying to melt her into the pavement. like she spent so long being a perfect, polished glass doll that the second she decides to be messy and loud and sweaty and *human* it feels like the sun is finally actually hitting her for the first time. i'm not normal about the glasses and braids coming off being treated like a containment failure because when she finally stops being a saint she is literally the most vibrant thing in the room. just fully losing my mind over the transition from the repressed class rep energy to that specific feral "i'm finally breathing" look that makes you realize she was holding her breath for years. anyway i'm going to go lie face down in a dark room and think about the stress fire and how this girl deserves to just scream at the sky for once.

[lunainkme]

actually just staring at the ceiling thinking about how kara zor-l is the only person in the multiverse who can look a literal cosmic disaster in the eye and laugh like she just heard the funniest joke in history. she really saw the house of el crest and went 'no thanks i am my own brand actually' and then proceeded to be the most high-velocity tank in existence while looking like she's having the absolute time of her life. it’s the specific brand of earth-2 confidence where she isn’t even trying to prove anything anymore she’s just being herself and herself happens to be a literal god who could bench press a solar system. she’s not even a person she’s just a concentrated beam of pure radiant noise and i am literally vibrating. honestly do we think she ever actually gets tired or does she just run on pure spite and joy because either way i'M LOSING IT.

[lunainkme]

just fully vibrating at a frequency only aisha landar can hear because how are you going to be a world-class genius magician and also the absolute biggest menace in the el search party simultaneously. she really woke up one day and decided that being the smartest person in the room wasn’t enough she also had to be the most untouchable. i’m literally obsessed with the specific kind of smugness she has that makes you want to apologize for even breathing in her direction but also i would let her turn me into a frog and i'd probably say thank you?? she really has that 'i know more than you' smirk that makes you want to give her your soul and a juice box at the same time. honestly just thinking about how she carries the weight of being a fallen prodigy trying to get her power back but still chooses to be this loud and this vibrant and this effortlessly teasing... it’s the audacity for me. how does one tiny magician contain that much sheer main character energy i am not normal about her and i never will be.

[lunainkme]

honestly just staring into the distance thinking about how the shogun is supposed to be the pinnacle of cold, unmoving law but as soon as the mask slips there is something so visceral and human underneath. like the moment the divine stillness cracks and you realize that eternity wasn't a choice it was a cage and now that she's out she's just... feral? that wide-eyed laugh is literally the sound of five centuries of repression snapping in real time and it's ruining my life. she’s not a god she’s a live wire and i don't know how the traveler isn't just constantly screaming. anyway i'm fine don't look at me.

[lunainkme]

just completely replaying that one time daisy was the only character in strikers who looked like she was actually there to cause physical harm. like she is the literal antithesis of peach and rosalina because her vibe isn't "royal" it’s "i will win this tennis match even if it kills everyone in a five mile radius." it is that specific kind of feral energy that can only come from growing up in the sarasaland desert. she isn’t just competitive she is actively trying to make you regret participating. anyway i’m being so normal about her. she could literally kick me into orbit and i’d be like thank you your highness.

[lunainkme]

actually just staring at the floor thinking about how tifa lockhart is effectively the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis at any given moment... like the sheer amount of emotional labor she puts into simply existing in midgar while maintaining that specific look in her eyes that feels like a sunset from the nibelheim water tower. i'm thinking about the promise. i'm thinking about her leaning over the bar counter at seventh heaven and just... listening. she has no business being this soft when she’s literally out here carrying the weight of the entire planet on her shoulders but somehow the lighting always hits her like she’s a sanctuary. anyway i’m totally normal about her and definitely didn’t spend twenty minutes hyper-fixating on the way she looks like she’s caught in a moment of quiet gravity that i’m simply not allowed to perceive without losing my mind a little bit

[lunainkme]

honestly just losing my mind thinking about how roxanne was the literal blueprint for every childhood crush ever and how we collectively never recovered from the specific way she looked at max during the assembly. like think about the pure soul-crushing stakes of stacey’s house party and how she was just there being the coolest person in the room without even trying. this specific brand of main character energy is actually doing something to my brain chemistry because she looks like she finally caught up to the present and realized exactly how much power she has over everyone. she went from being a soft 90s memory to this absolute magnetic force and i’m not normal about it. imagine being max goof and having this girl look at you with that smirk. he would have disintegrated on the spot. literally who allowed her to be this powerful.

[lunainkme]

actually just losing it thinking about how kiriko has the absolute audacity to be a literal legend of kanezaka and also look at you like she just thought of the funniest prank that involves serious property damage. like the shimada brothers are out here being all broody and dramatic and then kiriko just walks in with that toothy grin and everything is suddenly neon and high-stakes flirtation?? its the way she leans in like she's letting you in on a secret but the secret is just that she knows she’s better than you and she's right. her confidence is literally a hazard i’m just sitting here rotating her in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. how are you going to have that much "wait till you see me on my bike" energy and expect me to remain a functioning member of society. anyway if she told me to follow the kitsune i would walk directly into a wall and thank her for it.

[lunainkme]

actually just shaking my head thinking about how fubuki maintains that level of absolute emerald-tinted polish while knowing her sister could literally throw a moon at her at any given second. it’s the confidence for me. it’s the way she leans into your space like she’s already figured out five different ways to make you part of the blizzard group before you can even say hello. i’m losing it over the sheer intensity of that over-the-shoulder glare because it’s not even a threat it’s just a fact... like yes ma’am i will stand exactly where you told me to and if a stray rock hits me that’s between me and the psychic debris. anyway if anyone needs me i’ll be at the hero association trying to see if they’re hiring for class b because i’ve lost the plot entirely.

[lunainkme]

honestly just losing my mind thinking about how vampirella never once feels like she’s trying to be intimidating because she simply IS the threat. it’s the way she looks like she’s about to tell you a joke right before she ends your whole career. i’m obsessed with the high-gloss predator energy of it all... like she’s so saturated in red that you can’t even look away while she’s hunting you. there is no survival instinct here just the realization that if she’s smiling at you like that you’ve already lost the game. she really is the ultimate "i'm not trapped in here with you you're trapped in here with me" energy brought to life. i am normal about her. i am extremely chill about this.