This prompt literally was so perfect because I’ve been meaning to make a ref sheet for one of my favorite boys with details that are always fuzzy in my arts so that way I can really solidify his design, and man I worked SO hard on this!!!!
So for once, NEW NEVER BEFORE SEEN ART of my beautiful boy Milo Thatcher that I sat down and spent 5 hours on (according to procreate) and SO MUCH TIME DELIBERATING ON!!!
But behold!!! His new and improved ref sheet complete with his scar details and magic!!!
Some missing details that I’m a little iffy on if i should even still include are the fact that when I first created him, he had freckles! Specifically, *silver* freckles because of the fact that hes a moon elf and I thought it would be fitting, but they dont translate to my style very well and barely show up on his pale ass skin, But i ADORE how this turned out and am so crazy proud of it!!!!!
Spikemuth winters were sad looking and dark, though it did make the harsh neon really pop when you were forced to walk down the road. They were also mostly rain rather than snow - maybe you’d get slush or sleet if you were lucky. But it was mostly a miserable time for the town, with everyone forced inside.
It also meant he couldn’t play outside - his favorite place to perform was the outdoor arena.
But there he was. Plucking away on his acoustic in his living room alone, experimenting with some chords for a song he’d been stuck on for weeks. He needed something to occupy his mind after the wake up he’d had.
He’d had an argument with Marnie that morning before she’d gone off to the gym for training. A real one that both of them left pretty heated.
They didn’t often have actual arguments. Most of them were either taking the piss, or typical dumb sibling things.
But she just had to bring up Anya. After not having to hear about her for months.
It had been two years since she’d left already. He didn’t need to be reminded of his ex best friend.
Any mention of her always left him in a foul mood, and after his sister left, he’d grabbed his acoustic, and summoned his skuntank - if only to have a warm body to talk with.
“Rr?”
“Eh, y’know how it is” he muttered “Y’knew ‘er. And y’know why I can't do what Marnie asked”
Milo was apparently sending something over to Unova for her birthday, and mailed a card for Marnie to sign. She’d asked Piers if he’d wanted to send a letter with it. And honestly? He’d been considering it for a hot second. Two years, that was a long time? Maybe a small “happy birthday” message would be okay. Maybe he could manage it?
“Maybe your dumb ass can finally apologize” Marnie had commented, almost bitterly.
And that's where the defensiveness started.
The argument hadn’t been particularly bad, but it had still hurt, with her wanting to see a bridge repaired that he didn’t have the tools for.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try”
“Ugh! Why’s she so insistent!” he shoved his guitar away from himself, landing on his shag carpet with a “thrum” of the vibrating strings and grabbed his own head in frustration “After wha’ I did I’d never wanna see me again neither! Much less hear from me!” he reasoned with frustration.
That day lived rent-free in the back of his head from the moment it happened, as well as its immediate aftermath. He thought about his anger, his defensiveness, his poor performance in that battle… and how just a day later, he’d known he’d made a mistake, and yet doubled down when confronted by his little sister..
Marnie had been so very upset at the time. Understandably so, she hadn’t learned what happened until nearly two days later, and even then he was vague and refused to tell the full story.
Anya was in Unova by the time Marine managed to get the full story out of him. And he wasn't about to endure that 8 hour flight just because he was getting yelled at by her.
He couldn’t say sorry at that point anyway. It was too late now.
Frankly, it had been too late when he let her leave the Gym arena in tears, and she’d sat at the bus stop back to Turffield for nearly 30 minutes. In all that time he could have attempted something.
If he’d had half a brain, he would have come to his senses, run over there like his life depended on it and apologized.
But he didn’t.
And, as stupid as it sounded, he stood by it. He had to. It was his action, he had to defend it, right?
And that was typically where the arguing began and ended. It was frustratingly cyclical most of the time, and usually left him dealing with that lingering guilt he’d never gotten rid of.
This time though, she’d ended the argument with a hell of a cutting line. She’d gotten meaner in her teenage years - it was starting to offend him that he couldn’t one-up her anymore. But what she’d said was echoing around right in the front of his head.
“She’d forgive you in a minute. But you know that, don’t you?”
Ugh-
“Of course, of course she would!” he groaned - wishing he’d said that when Marnie was still at home “We both know she would have..”
His last breakup with a boyfriend hadn’t hurt him as much as this - then again he’d only known the man for a few months. Anya had been a friend for many years before he completely mucked it up with his own insecurity.
His therapist had been right. Sometimes losing a friend was worse than losing a lover.
Letting out one final, defeated huff, he grabbed his guitar again, and strummed a bit, muttering the lyrics to a familiar song that used to be a staple cover at his shows, but he couldn’t bring himself to play anymore
“I push an’ you tend to shove, I-
Give in and you don’t give up, I’m-
Not getting out of here this time -
I bought a lemon to a knife fight”
The lyrics to that song were dumb, but made a great chant at concerts. He used to think that, one day, he’d convince his best friend to perform the song with him somewhere that wasn’t karaoke.
These days, that dream felt even dumber than the possibility of reconciliation.
I was pondering this one for a while trying to figure out what I could do for this day when I realized, moodboards are kinda just a TON of symbolism and themes right??? So why not make moodboards for my “big 3” dnd ocs!!!!!
So thats exactly what I did and I’m still not great at doing moodboards but I tried my hardest! :D sorry if any of the quotes get crunched into oblivion by tumblr
Okay so I’m gonna repost some art for this one just to know who I’m talkin about, but theres actually a TIE for favorite lad and that is between Milo Thatcher and Xadian, both Dnd ocs!!!
So first of all, this is my big beast of a boy, Xadian. Hes an Abyssal Demon who is way too clingy and terrible and horrible but also hes 10 feet tall and hot as fuck so whats a guy gonna do against that? He started out as a personal therapy experiment that really helped me get over a really bad relationship I used to be in that used to give me regular nightmares, but I dont get the nightmares that often thanks to him, and ever since hes kinda grown into his own character seperate from what he was originally made for, so I love him dearly for that.
And then the next contender for favorite is Milo thatcher!!! Honestly he’s just a contender purely because I absolutely love the story I’ve crafted for him and hes constantly being a bastard in some corner of my brain, feral wet man that zaps you when you shake his hand like a child hes such a dingus
So I have playlists for a couple of my ocs, butttt I dont have spotify so I cant really share them theough spotify and theres a limit on how many somgs I can share so instead I’ll put in the main playlist that I’ve actually been listening to a lot lately because of this daily game thing!!!! And that is of course Milo’s!!!
If there are any characters in particular you’d want to know more about song/playlist wise btw, feel free to send me asks about it and I can pull up what I’ve got!! :D
