Me thinking I’ll just doodle some designs for fun but then I think about Max and my brain explodes- Max would be the bestest big bro ever I know this in my heart!!!
(Handwriting/plus under readmore)
My Dawn(David) has full heterochromia, (yes they’re both green but they’re different shades of green and google says it’s the same genetically) and soft round lines
My Gwen has naturally brown hair and eyes and pointy lines. And hair with different shades in it. So I gave their bio kids a mix of both of these things!
—Dawn cooing over max feeding the twins, pauses when Luna throws some of her food at him. Max grimaces and tells them, “You guys were accidents-“
“-SURPRISES!” Dawn interrupts.
“Delightful fucking surprises…” Gwen mutters
“Dawn, they’re babies.” Max is amused at Dawn covering their ears.
—The writing above the babies drawing say: didn’t expect life to go this way but that’s ok <3
—The writing in the next 2 say: They learn to read quick with 2 bookworms around, and to be musically inclined!
—Gwen and Dawn buy the twins bear themed things because it’s cute but also to match Max’s teddy bear <3
—In the last drawing: Max! Big bro!
Luna!
-Gwen picked the name :)
-a tiny Dawn, but! surprisingly pessimistic :/
-darker skin tone from grandpa Louis! :D a few freckles around, mostly on their face
-they/she
Fern!
-Dawn picked the name :)
-a tiny Gwen, but! surprisingly optimistic =]
-tone somewhere between parents, almost as many freckles as Dawn
-she/they
Bonus hc is that while Gwen wears purple eye contacts, grandpa lucky Louis’s eyes are fr purple because he’s special like that <3 it just pushes the idea of Gwen feeling like she’s falling behind and not as bedazzling as her dad or others more I think! So she gets gorgeous brown eyes from her mom instead!
(for the max holding the grumpy baby I used a mogimush (on twitter) art pose as a ref because I couldn’t figure it out myself and I’m not certain that it’s different enough to just not mention, so thanks random artist I know nothing about)
Il fait très sombre et on sent que ça grouille, que c’est chaud. C’est un contenant que l’on referme mais il fait trop noir pour voir le couvercle.
Le garçon s’empresse, il longe les rochers secs sans trop s’érafler.
Il est seul il n’y a que des cailloux. Et plein d’autres choses qui y ressemblent mais qui sont trop molles ou trop fragiles ou trop vives.
Tout l’obsède. Il fixe la pierre, l’accroche dans ses yeux.
Ses yeux très durs, très grands et clairs. Ils feraient mal à mes yeux, ils les transperceraient. Mais heureusement les yeux des autres ne l’intéressent pas. Et je l’ennuierais je crois.
Enfin tout le reste, ça, c’est ça qui l’obsède.
Il prend ses mains et les ouvre et les referme sur ce que ses yeux attrapent. De loin c’est un rituel désordonné, de lui il ne sait pas.
Il faut juste que ce soit parfait.