back in december @purekesseltrash finished an AMAZING fantasy soulmates au focusing on Shouji and Tokoyami from My Hero Acadamia. I'd been meaning to do some art for this and I finally had a bit of time to get this done! there's so many little details in this picture, let's see if you can spot them all after reading the fic.
When We Fall Asleep by Bellsastuff
"On a cold, blustery winter night, two boys, nearly full grown, would fight. They could not be more different, one a hermit priest for his cold and lonely village, the other a librarian in the bustling capital city. But when a hand was blocked by a palm and skin met skin, both of their lives would become irrevocably intertwined as ancient bonds would seek to be renewed."
"He’d even ended up leaning into the crowd when someone’s elbow had connected solidly with his nose and thrown him back. They’d gone quiet as Hizashi got himself up to his feet, ripped off his now bloody ‘Within Temptations’ tshirt from 2004, whipped his hair back from his face and screamed, “That’s what I’m FUCKING talking about.” into the mic.
Okay so I once spent a couple of days hyperfocuning on reading a fucking amazing series by @purekesseltrash
It starts with Downhill From Here
And this scene is from the third of the series, Rooftop Necromancy
This has it all. Metal bands, travelling, pining, angst, love, misunderstanding, and most importantly, erasermic.
Please please please go read this series, it's incredible.
Hah, the dream one for Dash, please. That'll be amusing.
"Oi! Desh’rak!" The scruffy elf waved frantically at his Farraki friend, beckoning the troll over. "C’me ovah hea’ ‘n join me wou’ja?"
Dash tilted his head, peering across the seemingly empty.. Room? He looked left and he looked right and there was.. nothing. Empty. There were no walls, no furniture, not even corners. It was all just.. Blank. Like a clean sheet of parchment. All was void except for a large pile of pillows and blankets with Tevenre lounging in the middle of it.
Stark naked.
"W-w-w-w-what.. T-t-t-t-tev..!" The troll coveres his eyes, blushing at the nude elf, who seemed to be perfectly at ease.
"Wo’ssit look like, mate? Enjoyin’ m’self." Tevenre yawned and stretched his muscular arms upward, folding them behind his head. "Man.. These pillahs’er som’n else, I tell y’. Velvet." He paused, sitting up. "Oi! D’ y’ s’ppose das why the boss calls it tha’? Dah Velvet Ca’tel. Hm." He lounged back again in all his scarred and hairy glory. "Dah things oi think about. I’m some grade-a ph’los’pher, yanno?"
Dash shook his head, eyes still covered. Okay, two fingers cracked open a little to see him. Maybe oogle him a little bit.. The Farraki blinked, shaking his head again.
"I-i-i-i’m gonna.. I’m g-g-gonna l-leave, now T-t-tevenre.." He booked a hasty retreat toward.. Wherever it was. Away from this mess.
"Oi! Wait! Don’cha wanna be enscanched ‘n velvet??"
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"Oi, Desh. Yew were inna dream I ‘ad last noight. Odd t’ing it wos. Fenny, d’oh I can’ seem t’ remembah wot it was oll about." Tev rubbed his chin, then eyed the troll, who seemed to have gone paler than he usually was. The elf snapped his fingers a few times in front of him, tilting his head. ".. Yew alroight, mate- Oi! Where y’ goin’? Desh!"
Sketch of a commission for the absolutely wonderful Bellsastuff! The finished version of this should be up in a few days but I just wanted to show off the sketch.
((Oooh, I'll actually do something up to date! Also I am so bad at writing stutters. Please forgive me if I butchered it. And I cheated a bit. Shhhhh.))
"Fah'k-kiri?"
When he didn't seem to relax any, Fah'kiri sighed, shifting her form back to its original trollish shape, naked as a jaybird. Her lips twitched into a smile at the startle the other troll got and the stutters that came out by way of apology. "It's alright Dash'rak, come sit. It's been awhile since I have seen your face."
"D-do you alw-ways go around n-naked?" He asked, sitting down but giving her space.
The question made her laugh, and she shook her head. "No, not usually. I'm..." What was she doing? In all honesty she didn't know. It was just too much to be around people right now, too much noise, to much. "I'm taking a break." Yeah. That sounded right.
"Oh." His hands fidgeted before he glanced at her. "Y-you left wi-without saying anyth-thing. I n-n-never got to th-thank you."
Kiri's brow furrowed in confusion. When she'd left the Clan, she'd told only those closest to her. The idea that she'd have been missed by others was odd. "Thank me for what?"
"Wh-when I came t-to the city, you were one of th-the only people t-to try and incl-clude me. Y-you tried t-to make me f-feel at h-h-home."
Blinking, Kiri stared at him. How could she explain without seeming callous? "I... That's very sweet of you, but you don't have to thank me. I'd have done it for anyone. I had troubles adjusting too."
The Sandfury shrugged, looking down at the ground. "St-still wanted to. So th-thank you."
He was such a shy man, even when she had tried to invite him in to speak it had been a bit difficult because of that. But Dash'rak was sweet and kind, something that in the Clan... Well she hoped that he would do well. That it would endear him to people. With a small smile she leaned over and pressed her lips to the top of his head, a small kiss.
Mae’bruk wrinkled her nose, but the sour expression faded quickly to a smile. “Sorry, but there’s only one Farakki I be kissin’ these days. But!” She turned to a tall Darkspear woman with a curly magenta mane. “Jiji! Would you like to kiss this guy?” Jiji turned, her mouth stuffed full of something that she was chewing noisily. She swallowed with an audible gulp.
"Hm? Oh, okay." Mindful of tusks, she planted a smooch right on his cheek…. a smooch that smelled like the ham sandwich she’d been eating. GROSS, Jiji. Gross.
Your art style is stunning and it constantly shocks me to see the amount of variety in your work. Your noses are AMAZING and you draw normal body types so fucking well.
GOSH <3 that makes me super happy to hear, aaathank you ;3; <3 Especially the nose thing cause I used to be terrible at drawing them but now they're pretty much my favorite thing ever. :B <33333
Vases and knick knacks exploded like bombs against the wall as Joey chased Rev from the room. "IT'S SO BIG?! FUCKING.. IT'S SO BIG, REALLY?!?! Shame I can't say th'same for you y'fuckin'...ARRRGH!" Poor Rev tried to explain to Joey that he'd been talking about the spider that dropped from the ceiling and not about what she thought, but right now escape seemed more important.
