sorry for weird request.
... can you draw them but n .... is unhinged.
Sr.Kyu: We were unsure on what “unhinged” is in this context since it could mean a lot lol.
I ended up drawing N on the verge of giving in to his deepest desires… And instead of pushing him away, Charlotte ends up drowning in his ‘love.’
Jr.Mimi: Aaaaahhhhhh I think I understand now. You wanna see that side of N, don’t you? 👀 The rare one. The hidden one. It’s not easy to glimpse. He speaks so gently, yet at the same time hiding trembling thoughts… like he’s afraid to break the world.
Yes, he speaks like a breeze, but there's always a part of him he's burying. The messier thoughts, shameful, unwanted, that claw back up no matter how deep he digs the grave. Oh Arceus, he’s terrified someone might see. That they’ll run away. They’d hate him.
So his mind whispers, "Leave first, before they leave you."
It's safer to disappear first instead seeing someone has the chance to abandon you first, yes?
His smile. He masks it well, doesn’t he? Or… tries to. But sometimes, his smile is wrong. Not quite his, never quite fitting. There’s something off in them, isn’t there? Like someone who studied the shape of joy. Like someone who learned to smile from diagrams, theory, and books, but never understood the feeling.
Maybe to him, smiles aren’t just emotion… they’re control. They keep the world from asking questions.
But Charlotte? She was raised by shadows in white room. Every day, she was made to face things that human eyes were never meant to look, fed simulations meant to crush her soul, taught to love anything, even monsters.
That’s why she doesn’t run away of Mimikyu’s true form, nor drained from Greavard. She doesn’t fear N’s messy and broken thoughts. Instead, she opens her arms, loves until it hurts, and then keeps loving still.
Her heart was built not to shatter, but to endure.
...Maybe Novus Dei succeeded in creating something inhuman.
Or maybe, just maybe, they created something more human than any of us.
And N…
Oh, when N loves…
He loves. He’d love them completely.
And with Charlotte? Oh, Arceus. It's become more dangerous.
Her story cracks him open.
Dark thoughts pour in, and guilt blooms fast.
"How dare I want her this much? Am I allowed to?"
He sees the world too cruel, too sharp.
People too careless. People too unkind,
and only he is gentle enough to keep her safe.
He becomes fixated. Obsession blooming and attaches meaning to her like a vine wraps a rose. He no longer sees love as something should be shared, but sacred, and it's something only she can give.
He stitches his shadow to her light.
Ties his heartbeat to hers,
So they’ll beat as one, echo in perfect rhythm.
He dreams up a new world, one with only her in it.
A world built for two, a place where she is soft, laughs, and safe.
He drinks that dream like a starved man.
And he always wants more. More of her.
Again, and again.
And that's why she is called,