#harpette

[tetriser]

I guess I'll give Harpette the same Puyo Puyo art style treatment as I did with Kinoko. Drawing her is a tiny bit more difficult, but gosh, was it worth it. She ended up being so dang cute here, man.

The modern Puyo Puyo style always do wonders for cute characters like Harpette.

Another character by @cultofgalaxy.

[flaming-trash-can]

i doodled a harpette from eggcave

[kandyrezi]

Could you give me some headcanons for your Pocket Mirror ships?

(i’m gonna do harpae x lisette for this one, since i rarely focus my attention on them, well, now’s the time for that!)

[ ♡ / ♢ ] Harpae x Lisette hcs.

lisette’s hair is often a tangled mess as she has a habit of viciously pulling and tugging at it, sometimes even ripping out a few strands. she finds it to be a nuisance and has come to somewhat detest it.

at harpae’s gentle persuasions of allowing her hair to be brushed and getting all the knots out, letting it flow in its natural state behind her, the way it was meant to be - alas, lisette, having the societal manners of an abused/feral canine, will likely lash out at harpae trying to approach her. she does not take kindly to anyone touching her in any manner.

“may i brush your hair?”

lisette snarls, “why? think it’s filthy, do you? not good enough for your pristine self?”

harpae doesn’t even flinch, expecting this kind of reaction, yet still looking forlorn at the dismissal.

lisette sits in silent contemplation on her lonesome after that. being on her own in the mirror world hardly had any positive effect on her. it eventually begins eating away at her dark thoughts, and stands up before they can consume her fully. 

when she’s no longer able to bear it, lisette will reluctantly approach harpae on her own that time around with a much softer tone of voice, nervous that she might be the one getting rejected.

“do you… still want to brush my hair?”

at her approval and permission with a soft smile, lisette turns with her back to harpae, sitting with her knees against the wooden floor. harpae feels lisette shivering at her touches, brush combing through her blonde locks, trying to be gentle as possible, to not cause the other girl any discomfort or pain from all that tangled mess of a mane she’s attempting to straighten out. it may take a while, but everything is at the very least serene around them.

lisette, although refusing to admit to it, is often terribly lonely (and harpae, despite the insisting, might not be so different). some of these feelings subside when the maiden of pristine eyes makes the effort to try and talk to her, not succumbing to her fear of the scissors wielding maiden of horrors.

lisette is suspicious of her motives at first, asking why does she care, or worse, even accusing of just pitying her.

lisette likes harpae’s ballroom music that plays on the gramophone, finding it more soothing and tranquil than what she’s used to hearing while trapped in the mirror world, which mainly composed of malicious laughter (her own? his? she couldn’t tell), heavy objects being thrown against glass walls, the shards shattering at her feet… lisette doesn’t like remembering it.

it isn’t a getaway from her problems, but harpae’s music distracts her from the cruel thoughts of others.

lisette is stunned when harpae asks her for a dance. the former is hesitant to accept, not because she wouldn’t like to, but due to fully believing she’s got two left feet and is often clumsy if being made to perform any graceful steps or movements on her own without guidance.

eventually giving in, lisette does stumble a lot, but she’s grateful when harpae is patient with her, asking to follow her lead as she clasps their hands together, and keep her gaze on her strawberry blonde-haired dance partner.

but lisette desperately tries to avert her eyes anywhere but on harpae; on their feet specifically so to avoid stepping on her dance partner’s toes. that’s a good of an excuse as any, lisette thinks.

at lisette’s moments of mental instability, often harpae doesn’t know how to deal with it. they’re often triggered by bad memories or unexplainable voices in her own head. even at her most level-headedness and the time they’ve spent around eachother, these violent outbursts of self-destruction still scare harpae.

despite not being very certain, she believes the best approach is to simply leave her to be on her own until one of the psychotic episodes pass.

hearing the sounds of glass shards loudly breaking, now likely coated in fresh drops of blood, in one of the old rooms filled with antique statues she rarely ever frequents.

“…lisette? are you in here?”

shuffling of a foot on one of the shards is all she needs to know. it’s eerily silent in the room otherwise; the breathing and subtle movements give away her exact location. harpae chooses to reluctantly sit next to her, allowing a little time to pass before quietly speaking up.

“i’m sorry. i should have been there.”

“…no. you didn’t cause this to happen…”

harpae lays her hand on lisette’s arm, as the latter flinches slightly, yet there’s no warm blood on her skin anywhere. lisette doesn’t make any sudden moves to jerk her limb away and lash out either. it’s a quiet invitation to just sit there; the calm after the storm.

[kandyrezi]

with tears in my eyes, i begged you to not do it