Height compare between my bdubs and ren designs for the anon!! TAKE IT W A GRAIN OF SALT bc lawd knows I be fudging proportions all the time when I draw 😂😂 but BASICALLY bdubs: short king, ren: big dog
i think og mgs3 is still the best but he is EXTREMELY pookie in delta i cant lie. they did nerf his lashes though and my GOD give that girl some conditioner
i love one gijinkas that portray her as like a witch or a wizard or any other kind of magic user. like yes they're so silly and magical you can trust them :3
Haha thinking about Mark being easily jealous/possessive of y/n but specifically in the context of his "characters"
Cause yeah everyone finds you handsome and/or beautiful and can't keep their eyes off of you bug that means nothing. Just part of the story. But if you were to show GENUINE romantic interest back at all, he'd absolutely not be having it!
For example, say a certain jailbird has started teaching you how to dance since you're a part of the crew now. He starts out showing everyone some moves as a whole and helping them to copy them like a teacher would their students. You spend the afternoon laughing, falling, and practicing with everyone and it's an overall lovely time for everyone.....but you're still struggling with a fre more involved moves. With a deadline to meet and everyone else moving in sync, Yancy politely asks if you'll practice some more with him. You agree, already thinking you could use some one on one help anyways.
You take the beginning steps one after another in near perfect sync with Yancy. The two if you grinning all the while. But then he goes to pull you into a spin and you feel yourself flging over his legs! You hold your hands out in front of you to brace yourself for impact with the concrete cellar grounds......
"Huh?" You look up and are treated to almond eyes staring dire ttyl down at you, Yancy's features furrowed in worry then relief.
"Are you'se okay?" He sounds sincere despite the fact that the fall wouldn't have been all that long anyways. That's when you realise that his hands are around your waist. Soft, warm, and gentle despite all the muscle behind them. You feel your cheeks tinting pink and practically jump out of his arms.
"Y-yeah. I'm alright, thank you." You see Yancy nodding quietly beside you with face a bright red.
"Good good," he runs a hand through his hair nervously, "then let's, uh, take it from the top?"
You're about to nod, suddenly aware of how hard and fast your heart is beating when a familiar voice curs you off.
"Y/n! There you are!" Mark is wearing a prisoner uniform that's covered in dirt for some reason and strolling into the room. Mark had always been good at showing up when he was unwanted.
"I've been looking for you everywhere! Come on," he grabs your wrist, tugging you a bit less than gently towards the door he just appeared out of.
"Hey wait, where do you'se think you're taking them? We ain't finished yet!" Yancy's indignant cries are cut off as Mark slams the door on him, dragging you along.
Mark lets go of your arm with a hearty sigh.
"Oh hey Mark, it's nice to see yo-" You feel your words catching in your throat as he roughly backs you up into the wall.
Y/N," his voice is low as brown eyes stare you down. "It seems that you're forgetting your place." As he speaks, the friendly voice of "Mark" starts to fade out, replaced with the one you're far more familiar with. "That place being," his eyes scan you momentarily as he moves to cup your cheek with his left hand. "With me." His soft, brown eyes melt away into scarlet ones like fire melting ice.
You feel a shudder travel down your spine as he lightly strokes your chin.
"Look, Mark, I was just-mmmph-” His cracked lips are crashing into yours before you can even explain yourself. Though his left hand is still caressing your face lightly, his right hand seems to have taken to slowly sliding down the middle of your chest. You feel him start to grin at the red flaring up in your cheeks as you melt into his touch. You’ve never been quite sure what it was but his touch was always bale to set something inside you alight. In a moments time, you are kissing him back just as fiercely as he kissed you only moments ago. There’s a long moment where there’s only you and him and fire and fluttering chests crashing against each other in passion....and then he pulls away.
“You are mine y/n,” his breathe tickles your ear as he speaks. “Only mine...”
