More Monster high sketches this week, from 2013 to 2016.
Jinafire and her pet Qing from 2016.
I was playing with some simplified monster high doodles of Abbey and Heath (my favorite pairing in its hay day) and then of the cryptic ladies.
Abbey and Heath traveling in the snow, from 2016.
Doodles of Abbey and Heath on the beach from 2015.
A page of cute pairings from 2015: Heath and Abbey, C.A. Cupid and Valentine (before he came out and started dating Spelldon, I really liked Cupitine), and characters from Peg + Cat.
Cupid and Valentine on the beach from 2015 (She’s probably spotted someone in need of her arrows).
Cupid and Valentine from 2016.
Heath and Abbey, pie-eye Cupid, and regular Cupid from 2014.
And the troll backgrounder giving a valentine to his tentacle friend from 2014.
The change was gradual, but when Valentine reached for her dress she had learned to meet him without argument and help him into the frock herself.
He treated her like his own personal doll.
It was something Cupid had noticed since they had started dating in earnest. Valentine was wild. At first it wore itself in little ways. He would wear hearts and arrow earrings. She would look down and see a glint of pink socks where he trousers would rise. Valentine wanted to match her. He would then coordinate entire outfits in pink, a color he’d express he was truly fond of. Cupid was worried at first he was trying too hard to become part of her rather than with her, but she soon noticed other changes. His clothes became more feminine. Valentine, who only sported suits and jeans, started to adorn himself with delicate pieces of jewelry. He wore leggings and makeup. Not that he was afraid of a little guyliner before, but he would steal into her vanity, swathe on some gold and red about his eyes as she was putting on her shoes, and look back at her with that crooked smile. There were no boundaries when he pulled the scarf from her neck and asked if he could keep it. When she didn’t reply immediately, he erased her puzzled expression with a hungry kiss on her lips.
He would ask to coordinate outfits for her too, and they were always beautiful pieces. Very often they were vintage pieces, with timeless cuts and sweetened details that left her breathless when he was done dressing her. Cupid was worried at first, that he was trying to change her, but he’d smile down at her with pink lips and a new set of gilded lashes and she felt her heart skip, she didn’t care. For all of his eccentricities, he always paused. She would nod and permission was given.
Sometimes, he doused her in affection. When it became convenient, he’d hold it back teasingly. When she would tire of it, Cupid would speak up, call him on his old patterns, and he’d pull away. He would always look guilty for a moment, and to smother that shame she would pull him into her arms and ask him a million distracting questions about who he wanted to be. He’d always answer. He would never apologize. Then he would buy new sunglasses. Always two.
So the other wouldn’t be lonely, he said, and then he would take her hand to go into another store.
