“e-eh…?! you…LIKE ME…?! WAIT, NO WAY…!”
hello, everyone! new art drop incoming! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
this time, I wanted to create an MC/character inspired by visual novels. recently, I’ve just gotten into A Date With Death and The Kid at the Back! (if anyone has any recommendations, that would be great!) ٩(^‿^)۶
so here is Dorothea if she ever was in a visual novel of some sort! I took inspiration from some of my own clothing pieces, but I would love to own Dorothea’s outfit. (๑>◡<๑)
enjoy! ✌︎('ω')✌︎
i hope u dont mind me dropping into ur inbox to ask abt the pretendverse... i still think abt it and i wanted to ask if u have any lore or anything abt the pretendverse u wanna ramble abt that u werent able to cover in ur fic? :0 - @georgierre
omg i am literally So delighted that you asked. i have so much garbage related to the pretendverse sitting in my docs that will probably never see the light of day but i Do think about them all the time~
here's a section of alex's pov that i will probably never post bc the task is just So monumental. but maybe one day....
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There’s a growing list of information that Alex feels is pertinent to keep from George.
For a number of reasons, spanning the spectrum of rational to irrational. Over the years it has grown, becoming this unwielding beast Alex has struggled to tame, which he resents, since he’s always had a way with animals.
When they’d brought Tinky home for the first time, it had been Alex who’d stood outside with her after she’d come off the float, his hand gently resting on the section of skin where her front leg met the rest of her. Feeling the warmth there, the flicker of muscle as her nervousness rolled away after a while. She’d been Zoe’s horse, but it had been Alex who’d waited for Tinky’s nostrils to stop flaring before they’d released her into the paddock.
George reminds him of a horse sometimes; The thought is often accompanied by some sort of teasing when it presents itself. George’s nostrils flare in the same way as Tinky’s when he’s mad, he basically gallops around campus with his ridiculously long legs, horribly proportioned. Clumsy like a thoroughbred foal with no idea what to do with all of himself. His ridiculously wide eyes, bordered by dark lashes.
Just earlier today, George had told him that horses have the largest eyes of any land mammal, parroting something from a biology textbook. Alex had watched him curl over it indulgently, rather than the law textbooks he’d meant to be studying. There’d been something on the tip of Alex’s tongue there too, knowing that George was only doing law because it’s what was expected of him, and not what he’d actually wanted. He’d wanted to shake George by both of his shoulders and scream, you have all the money in the world, why not do what you actually want? But he’d never known how to say something so personal without revealing something about himself he’d always wanted to keep safe from George.
Instead, he’d said none of that, and he’d ran his tongue along his teeth. “Dunno bout that Georgie. Think you might have the biggest eyes of any land mammal.”
George had laughed, though and whatever churning inside of Alex that had appeared simply by looking at him had begun to unwind. Not enough, though, because he’d told George he’d be off in a sec, that Carlos had asked him to kick the ball around. It hadn’t been true, and he’d always hated lying to George, but he’d recently begun to stare at George in a way that was abnormal, and Carlos would say yes to playing anyway, so it wasn’t really a lie.
“Okay,” George had replied, without looking up. “I’ll meet you at Hatfields?”
Alex had known it would make more sense to say no, that he’d walk home alone this time, that it’s probably inappropriate that they’re still attached at the hip. Instead, he’d said none of that.
“Sure,” he’d said, grabbing his bag and the Puma ball from the table. It made a pretty funny picture; George’s textbooks sprawled endlessly over a table designed for 4. Alex’s football. “See you then.”
He’d walked away before giving George the chance to look up and smile at him, the way he always did. For some reason he’d left the library feeling sicker than when he entered, seeking out George’s company to alleviate some of the nervousness that had found its way inside of his stomach for weeks now.
Alex is not entirely sure why he’d chosen to do so, when the crux of his nervousness seemed to be centered with George as the cause. Perhaps, because when he’d had his hand on Tinky’s skin, feeling for her breathing, he’d thought about how he’d learned to do this because of George.
Calm something wild and restless. Put his hands on a delicate, frightened thing and attempt to hold it together while it shuddered. There’d been nights in George’s bed when he wasn’t sure where he ended and George began. When George cried, heaving and sucking in more air than Alex thought was possible for a seven year old, Alex felt as if he himself was the one suffocating. As if he was the one writhing in agony, the one that had just lost a parent. Perhaps in a way he had been, some sort of osmosis of emotional transference occurring between the two of them. They had both been so young, too young really.
He wonders if it began then. Maybe George had never been just a little brother to him, somebody he was required to protect. It felt good to look after George in a way that looking after his siblings hadn’t ever felt. There was no selfish pleasure associated with the act of putting a bandaid on Luca’s scraped knee. It was validating in a different sense. His job. His responsibility.
George was different.
He had chosen Alex, for whatever reason, to be the person he’d cowered behind when they’d both hear his father’s voice down the hallway. George’s eyes had been the biggest and widest he’d ever seen them then. The smallest, most precious parts of Alex had bloomed to life. The ugly desire to be needed, to be wanted by somebody who showed it so unabashedly. It made him feel sick.
When he walks from King’s to Hatfields he’s trying not to think about it. The information he’s keeping from George is like this: I don’t know how to live without you. I’m worried about my knee again. My mother has just been arrested, she might go to jail. The uni isn’t going to take my scholarship, thank god, but my coach says if I don’t get scouted next year it might all go to shit. I think about kissing you all the time. I don’t really know what love is. I’m scared. I think you’re wasting your time in a law degree. I think you should do what you love.
Alex loves football. Carlos is already at the nets when Alex arrives.
“No George?” Carlos tuts. The way his tongue rolls the r in George’s name makes Alex’s blood boil. He thinks about kicking the ball straight at Carlos’ chest. The sound it would make. “Trouble in paradise?”
Carlos is grinning. He’s teasing. Alex feels anger deep in his chest, a fury at the world. It’s not Carlos’ fault.
“Fuck off,” he says, anyway, tossing his bag to the side and dropping the ball onto the grass.
“Hey,” Carlos frowns, “I was just kidding.”
Alex kicks the ball as hard as he can, right into the corner of the net. It only makes him feel a little better. He clings to that, the tiny feeling, and latches on as hard as he can. It will have to be enough. He’ll keep it.
If he loses everything, at least he’ll keep football.
I found this little meme template to draw my characters on top of from Pinterest, and I thought it would be funny if I drew Juliet and one of my old ocs called Cherry with it!
Cherry, the one with red hair, is one of my old ocs! she originally was a character I created for the Splatoon manga universe back in the day, but I used her a lot in other different fandoms to the point that she isn’t exactly an inkling anymore. oops! (^◇^;)
nowadays, she’s a chaotic, childish character that’s more lighthearted in comparison to Juliet’s lore. and she’s a big Kasane Teto fan. A BIG FAN.
to be honest, this image has no context whatsoever, so you could imagine any scenario around this picture!
☆彡 enjoy! ☆彡
☽⚝"'Round and 'round we go / Holding on to pain / Driven by our egos / Feelings (feelings) untold / Spinning our own versions of the past" - Through Patches of Violet (Mili)⚝☾
hello everyone! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
i wanted to try something new with my art, and practice some hatching as well! i was inspired by the lineart and detailed nature of manga panels, so i wanted the new Dorothea art to be mostly monochromatic with hints of her signature colours. it was ironic that the new Dorothea art mirrored Juliet's birthday art, but it worked out nonetheless. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
at first, i kind of wanted to create some sort of game/movie poster representing Pretendverse's lore. but i felt i wouldn't have enough space for what i wanted to do, and instead altered the original idea a bit. ^_^
but it still works great as a decor poster to hang up on a wall! hope you all enjoy! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
“hidden by the city’s blinding neon lights, a dark shadow emerges…”
hi everyone! I apologize again for the long wait! my life has been extremely busy, and I’ve been so bogged down by work that I couldn’t get any drawing done. :/
anyways, happy Halloween to all those who celebrate it! I know this post might not be too Halloween-y, but I just thought it would be nice to post something on Halloween. (*^▽^*)
again, I was inspired by A Date With Death, and I thought it would be really cool for Juliet to wear a reaper inspired costume.
enjoy! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
here is a picture of Dorothea’s new design, inspired by the brain eating fungi Cordyceps (I believe it’s called)!
I tried using different things, such as the “terminator line” and reflecting shadows :3
