I kinda wanna draw a different version of Saeran every year, I did GE Ray for their birthday last year and GE Suit the year before that, so this year it was VAE Saeran's turn 😼
cat banner but we are the kitten this time and they get overprotective and clingy about it
xavier: possessiveness turned up to the max. he locks you in his apartment with him for the duration and orders in every possible thing he thinks you might want or need. it's too risky to leave, or leave you alone. you're too cute, and gentle, and your little purrs sound like a siren song to him. someone might snatch you out from under him. makes you a little nest of blankets and pillows and plays with your ears and tail for hours, feeding you snacks, delivered directly between your lips. sleeps curled around you and mutters about how soft and sweet you are, over and over again.
zayne: at first he seems entirely pragmatic about it. another strange protocore symptom, it'll pass. checks if you need anything before he leaves for work. you're immediately lonely and curl up on the couch. it lasts five minutes. he's back, and he's packing a day bag for you and informing you that you are coming with him to work. you follow him around all morning, wrapping your tail around him as he talks to busy people, and when he realises he'll have to leave you for hours in his office alone, he reassigns his surgeries to colleagues. it's so out of character that you're an anxious ball of anxiety and guilt as he packs up all your things to head home. he spends the rest of the day soothing you, gentle hands petting and massaging, telling you he couldn't bear to leave you alone; that he needs to look after you. he takes the rest of the week off.
rafayel: attempts to hide his immediate enamourment at first. how could anything cat be an improvement on perfection. but when you crawl into his lap and purr into his neck, he gives in. you practically spend the entire week in his lap or arms, vibrating against him. he glows with happiness. overprotective, ultra-clingy rafayel mode all hours. keeps his arm around you in public and glares down anyone who looks or gets too close. starts calling you his cute little kitty cat.
sylus: thrives. best week of his life. his little kitten takes on her true form. the world can see what he sees: a blessing and a curse. shows off his treasure. parades you around while remaining an ever-present looming threat to any nefarious parties that look your way. he collects trinkets and toys that he thinks you'll enjoy playing with. you spend a lot of time straddled over his hips as he lounges on his back in the nest he made, admiring you with a small smile as you pat his belly and tell him how much fun you had that day and what you'd like to do tomorrow.
caleb: all that pent-up cute aggression threatens to tear him apart from the inside. his eyes never leave you. he tucks you in at night and drapes himself over you for extra warmth. he won't shut up about how tiny and cute you are; how tiny and cute the sounds you make are. you get anything you like the whole week. he invites gideon over just to corner him in the kitchen and gush about how cute you are, how he can't believe a person can be so tiny and soft, how pretty your tail is and how you wrap it around him at night. gideon leaves very shortly after, and when you pout about your unfinished board game, caleb lifts you into his arms and promises you all the milk and cuddles you want.
edit: i forgot collars! i don't think xavier is putting one on you, rafayel's looks like a pretty ribbon tied in a bow, zayne's measures your heart rate (for freak reasons), caleb's has a pretty little bell, and sylus' looks like jewellery and is worth more than a house.
Part 2 of the silly omegaverse AU and now's the time to feature their kids :3
They had two twin girls and named them Seoha and Seoyeon (bottom right with the braid)! Seoha for the meaning of summer for a louder, excited and bold summer child and Seoyeon as lotus for a more careful, shy girl🙂↕️
Because this is a silly omegaverse AU, the kids call him mama and her dad :3 Also I think it's a cute idea that Saeran would eventually start letting his natural hair colour grow out so he can match with the girls.... And so that they wouldn't be confused as to why his hair colour is different!
Again note that this is their kids in this specific alternate fantasy universe, in the normal main universe I'm still not sure if they're ever gonna have kids 💀 I can give you an update on that in approximately 6 years. Maybe. And IF they had kids in the normal universe it would be way later in life compared to this AU. But at least in this silly AU they have twin daughters!
Close ups and stuff below
I've never drawn babies or toddlers before so a lot of references were used for the kids. The main references were from Foxy Joy, deadlilmoon, albanenechi and zaccych, and then a ton of other various references lolol
how would ge suit be with a... slightly paranoid mc? i think i'm very jumpy and quick to imagine the way literally anything could go wrong. and people generally scare me, i get most strongly paranoid around men but everyone else is usually some level of scary too. it's not often debilitating, like it's not something i consider myself to "struggle" with as much as just what my mind does, and i'm usually good at keeping my "okay but what if that man walking in our direction stabbed me for no reason while passing by us" thoughts to myself, but. it's still there and it admittedly has only gotten worse through the years. and the events of ray's route and after ending would certainly not help lmaoooooo
GE Suit Saeran is almost certain that you would be birds of a feather with his brother. Which is saying something because that would have been a terrible association to have in the past. That's not to say that he isn't paranoid; he absolutely is, but there has to be some part of you in these situations that's willing to compromise and tackle your fear so it doesn't consume you.
He can tell you what it feels like to be afraid and never be able to get rid of the cause.
It feels like being trapped in his childhood home, it feels like being locked behind Magenta's oppressive walls, and it feels like living under his father's fist. You don't want to live through ANY of those fears, and he's determined to make sure you don't have to deal with those fears at any given moment. The problem is, he's flabbergasted that he isn't on a list of things that frighten you.
He tormented you, even if he apologized, so how can you turn to him for safety when he was hardly close to that in your hour of need? You must be out of your mind... but then again, you would be. You love him, and that's something that still takes him time to wrap his head around. Him? Worthy of someone's love? What, are you gonna tell him pigs can fly next?
He can't tell you NOT to be scared. There are reasonable things to be afraid of in a world that wants anyone or anything close to him dead, or at the very least, used as a weapon to manipulate him into doing what they want. There's also something to be said about the people that his brother's pissed off, too. What if they decide to go after you because, in their eyes, even an in-law is a useful bargaining chip? He hates it when you're scared, but he can't reason away your fears.
They're his fears, too.
But that's where the two of you have to work together to understand that the world isn't out to get you. Yes, there are cruel people out there who could hurt you, but if you live your lives in fear, you'll never get the chance to live at all. So, he'll hold your hand, and you'll hold his. You'll do the hard part together. You'll talk about your fears when they happen so you can sort out what makes sense. Is that person really a threat, or are they just going about their day?
The answer is usually the latter. That's the great news! You have to accept that you can't control the world around you, and sometimes, that means you're going to get hurt. But you can't let that fear stop you, okay? Saeran doesn't want the two of you to spend the rest of your lives hiding from the rest of the world. That's what his abusers would want, and by no means is he going to let them control his life, or yours. Not now, never again.
"The odds of that random person hurting you are slim to none," he would squeeze your hand that much tighter. "The statistics show that most accidents happen because of someone close to you. Saeyoung's cat is more likely to hurt you than someone walking by right now. Granted, he made that thing shoot snowballs out of his mouth, so it's stupidly more dangerous than an actual cat, but..."
"...Thanks for trying to reassure me. I know your brother is the outlier, though."
how would ge suit be with a... slightly paranoid mc? i think i'm very jumpy and quick to imagine the way literally anything could go wrong. and people generally scare me, i get most strongly paranoid around men but everyone else is usually some level of scary too. it's not often debilitating, like it's not something i consider myself to "struggle" with as much as just what my mind does, and i'm usually good at keeping my "okay but what if that man walking in our direction stabbed me for no reason while passing by us" thoughts to myself, but. it's still there and it admittedly has only gotten worse through the years. and the events of ray's route and after ending would certainly not help lmaoooooo
GE Suit Saeran is almost certain that you would be birds of a feather with his brother. Which is saying something because that would have been a terrible association to have in the past. That's not to say that he isn't paranoid; he absolutely is, but there has to be some part of you in these situations that's willing to compromise and tackle your fear so it doesn't consume you.
He can tell you what it feels like to be afraid and never be able to get rid of the cause.
It feels like being trapped in his childhood home, it feels like being locked behind Magenta's oppressive walls, and it feels like living under his father's fist. You don't want to live through ANY of those fears, and he's determined to make sure you don't have to deal with those fears at any given moment. The problem is, he's flabbergasted that he isn't on a list of things that frighten you.
He tormented you, even if he apologized, so how can you turn to him for safety when he was hardly close to that in your hour of need? You must be out of your mind... but then again, you would be. You love him, and that's something that still takes him time to wrap his head around. Him? Worthy of someone's love? What, are you gonna tell him pigs can fly next?
He can't tell you NOT to be scared. There are reasonable things to be afraid of in a world that wants anyone or anything close to him dead, or at the very least, used as a weapon to manipulate him into doing what they want. There's also something to be said about the people that his brother's pissed off, too. What if they decide to go after you because, in their eyes, even an in-law is a useful bargaining chip? He hates it when you're scared, but he can't reason away your fears.
They're his fears, too.
But that's where the two of you have to work together to understand that the world isn't out to get you. Yes, there are cruel people out there who could hurt you, but if you live your lives in fear, you'll never get the chance to live at all. So, he'll hold your hand, and you'll hold his. You'll do the hard part together. You'll talk about your fears when they happen so you can sort out what makes sense. Is that person really a threat, or are they just going about their day?
The answer is usually the latter. That's the great news! You have to accept that you can't control the world around you, and sometimes, that means you're going to get hurt. But you can't let that fear stop you, okay? Saeran doesn't want the two of you to spend the rest of your lives hiding from the rest of the world. That's what his abusers would want, and by no means is he going to let them control his life, or yours. Not now, never again.
"The odds of that random person hurting you are slim to none," he would squeeze your hand that much tighter. "The statistics show that most accidents happen because of someone close to you. Saeyoung's cat is more likely to hurt you than someone walking by right now. Granted, he made that thing shoot snowballs out of his mouth, so it's stupidly more dangerous than an actual cat, but..."
"...Thanks for trying to reassure me. I know your brother is the outlier, though."
Now I wonder how it would go if you tried to explain to Ray that some people use "pathetic" as a positive descriptor 🤔
"I'm not sure I understand," Ray folded his arms around himself that much tighter. It didn't make sense to him. How could people use the ugly words he used to minimize his hopes and dreams... to compliment each other? He knew you wouldn't lie to him, much less try to trick him, but your words left him at a loss for words.
He knew what insults were, and he knew nobody in their right mind would want to be treated less than... so why would you suggest that people were not only comfortable with being called pathetic, but they also saw it as something "endearing."
What could be endearing about someone too pathetic to get out of the rain?
Nobody would ever feel that way about him. He didn't want you to think of him as pathetic, even if the words meant something different on the outside, because those very words echoed the same sentiment that his mother and the Savior beat into him. If someone were pathetic, then it wouldn't matter if they lived or died. That was what they told him. There could be no other definition than that.
At least, in their eyes.
What would've happened if he, God forbid, decided to leave Paradise for the day to take care of something for the Savior? What if someone called him that ugly word? What if they meant in the way that you said it was used? What if they only WANTED him to think that? What if the definition only changed to deceive people?
What if they TRICKED you into believing that thought?
Had someone called you pathetic? Had they tried to manipulate you into believing it was a compliment to get away with it? Had they lied because you were too kind to doubt them? Ray could feel his heart all but begin to race the more he thought about it. He didn't like that idea. He didn't like it at all.
"Ray?" You quietly asked, breaking through the fog that had all but taken control of his mind since the moment he last heard your voice. "Are you okay? Was it something I said?"
He looked down. There was no way to explain those awful things to you, not while you had no idea just how deep that word ran for him. It wasn't pretty, and he didn't want you to see that side of him.
Yet, at the same time, he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it if you called him that. You had told him a while before that you preferred him when he was honest about what he was going through, but there were some things he knew he wasn't ready for. He couldn't tell you that. Not yet. Not before he was ready.
But he could at least establish something with you that he would never have done with anyone else.
"I'm not... comfortable being called pathetic."
You frowned, not because you were upset (he hoped), but because you knew he didn't often speak up for himself. He normally let people walk over him so he wouldn't have to deal with any trouble. It was better that way, but... not with you. Ray didn't want to be like that with you if he could help it.
"That's okay," you took his hand into yours. Even under his glove, he could feel your warmth.
"...It is?"
"Of course. Everyone has words they like and don't like! Some people like to be called certain things, and others want nothing more than to steer clear of other words. You won't know what's better until someone tries it out on you for the first time. It's one thing to say it to yourself... and another entirely to hear it from someone you love."
Just like that?
You weren't disappointed?
He blinked, "You... you don't want to know why?"
"I'm curious," you admitted, unwilling to hide the truth. "But I would never ask you to talk to me about something you're uncomfortable with. Even so, you don't have to have an explanation for why you don't like something. Sometimes... you just don't like a word for no reason other than 'it feels weird to hear someone call me that'! I have a couple of words like that, too."
Maybe you weren't deceived, then.
Maybe, just maybe, the words he feared only felt that way because his only experience with them was vile. If it were a name game that nobody feared because every word held a different meaning, then... then there was more to the outside world than he could've imagined.
How wonderful it was to know the world through you, by your experience alone, because that was the only world he wanted to live in.
"Can I know the words that don't work for you, then?" he asked.
"Of course! Why don't we make a list together? That way, we'll have a better idea of what we like and don't like."
Now I wonder how it would go if you tried to explain to Ray that some people use "pathetic" as a positive descriptor 🤔
"I'm not sure I understand," Ray folded his arms around himself that much tighter. It didn't make sense to him. How could people use the ugly words he used to minimize his hopes and dreams... to compliment each other? He knew you wouldn't lie to him, much less try to trick him, but your words left him at a loss for words.
He knew what insults were, and he knew nobody in their right mind would want to be treated less than... so why would you suggest that people were not only comfortable with being called pathetic, but they also saw it as something "endearing."
What could be endearing about someone too pathetic to get out of the rain?
Nobody would ever feel that way about him. He didn't want you to think of him as pathetic, even if the words meant something different on the outside, because those very words echoed the same sentiment that his mother and the Savior beat into him. If someone were pathetic, then it wouldn't matter if they lived or died. That was what they told him. There could be no other definition than that.
At least, in their eyes.
What would've happened if he, God forbid, decided to leave Paradise for the day to take care of something for the Savior? What if someone called him that ugly word? What if they meant in the way that you said it was used? What if they only WANTED him to think that? What if the definition only changed to deceive people?
What if they TRICKED you into believing that thought?
Had someone called you pathetic? Had they tried to manipulate you into believing it was a compliment to get away with it? Had they lied because you were too kind to doubt them? Ray could feel his heart all but begin to race the more he thought about it. He didn't like that idea. He didn't like it at all.
"Ray?" You quietly asked, breaking through the fog that had all but taken control of his mind since the moment he last heard your voice. "Are you okay? Was it something I said?"
He looked down. There was no way to explain those awful things to you, not while you had no idea just how deep that word ran for him. It wasn't pretty, and he didn't want you to see that side of him.
Yet, at the same time, he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it if you called him that. You had told him a while before that you preferred him when he was honest about what he was going through, but there were some things he knew he wasn't ready for. He couldn't tell you that. Not yet. Not before he was ready.
But he could at least establish something with you that he would never have done with anyone else.
"I'm not... comfortable being called pathetic."
You frowned, not because you were upset (he hoped), but because you knew he didn't often speak up for himself. He normally let people walk over him so he wouldn't have to deal with any trouble. It was better that way, but... not with you. Ray didn't want to be like that with you if he could help it.
"That's okay," you took his hand into yours. Even under his glove, he could feel your warmth.
"...It is?"
"Of course. Everyone has words they like and don't like! Some people like to be called certain things, and others want nothing more than to steer clear of other words. You won't know what's better until someone tries it out on you for the first time. It's one thing to say it to yourself... and another entirely to hear it from someone you love."
Just like that?
You weren't disappointed?
He blinked, "You... you don't want to know why?"
"I'm curious," you admitted, unwilling to hide the truth. "But I would never ask you to talk to me about something you're uncomfortable with. Even so, you don't have to have an explanation for why you don't like something. Sometimes... you just don't like a word for no reason other than 'it feels weird to hear someone call me that'! I have a couple of words like that, too."
Maybe you weren't deceived, then.
Maybe, just maybe, the words he feared only felt that way because his only experience with them was vile. If it were a name game that nobody feared because every word held a different meaning, then... then there was more to the outside world than he could've imagined.
How wonderful it was to know the world through you, by your experience alone, because that was the only world he wanted to live in.
"Can I know the words that don't work for you, then?" he asked.
"Of course! Why don't we make a list together? That way, we'll have a better idea of what we like and don't like."
andulkaphoto
2087
origamiaround
titsay
annaxmalina
stormborns
discoholicmusic
tangentwithtanner
