shoopalicious asked: Sweet LieLie, number 7 ad 14? :D
Here ya go, and thank you so much!! (I hope you meant LieLie, and not Sweet & LieLie… if you want though I can definitely also draw these for Sweet~ XD)
7. In Winter Clothes
Ok, no lie, I’ve wanted to draw this for a while now, cute LieLie in dweeby puffy jackets and scarves~! <3<3<3
14. Doing something they don’t normally do
Here’s poor LieLie trying to meditate, but she’s no good at concentrating and she can never remember the mantras… xDDD@4 days ago with 4 notes
packstrap asked: HEH HEH HE. 3, 17 (Corryn, Xiao De), 18 (Raguel).
(CHECK OUT HOW FASHIONABLY LATE I AM, OHMAN (SORRY))
17. Goals/ambitions (Corryn, XinMi)
Corryn… hooboy, these were actually kinda tough, hahahah.
Corryn’s a real interesting case, because he starts out wanting Iris and fighting/competing with Seth for Iris, but… it’s a kind of immature, impulsive thing Corryn does, much like a child will want to grab for anything shiny being flaunted in their vision of sight, without really knowing what it does.
And, okay, to take a step back and fill in some info: Iris is a god-like figure supposedly capable of granting whatever wish/desire someone has (with the potential of changing the entire world). But Raguel has warned Seth before that under no circumstances should Corryn be allowed to have Iris, because… he could simply make the world cease to exist.
Corryn is, at his core, a purely selfish person with no real interest in anything but himself. As for what he’d even want if he got Iris, it’s hard to say: to save his younger self from the experimentation that happened to him and turned him into the failed angel he is now? To wish everything else away, and give him an empty world of his own? For nothing at all?
As for XinMi…
She also considers herself to be a fairly selfish person, and she’s quite manipulative of people. Yet (it seems that) her goal is to care for and protect her “family” of street tramps and disfigured orphans. XinMi finds it empowering to provide for others, both in terms of food/shelter and also emotionally/physically. It’s less a personal attachment to any one of them and more a fact that she can feel good about having others rely on her, or at least, that’s how she thinks of it, which is why she considers herself selfish—she could walk away unscathed/uncommitted, while devastating those who rely on her so much.
She’s got no plans to do such a thing, of course, but it’s an interesting philosophy of hers to say the least. (And as to whether or not she truly gets attached to anyone, who knows…)
18. One Random Fact (Raguel)
…..I honestly don’t know because I still haven’t even figured out this damn guy’s look/design. UGH SORRY, hahahah.
Oh, he does have a pet dog for a short period of time though.
…And by dog I mean werewolf/dog freakshow half-feral child…thing. (Cana.) But that’s. a bit of an interesting story. Maybe I’ll go into it, but that’d be a post all its own. 8D;;
P.S. Raguel has heterochromatic eyes (one yellow, one red) and has to hide them, and I realized the most logical damn solution would probably be freakin’ sunglasses but I cAN’T DO IT HE JUST LOOKS LIKE SUCH A DUMB FUCKIN IDIOT SHITHEAD WHAT
im dead lmao
these are replies to this thing, which btw is still/always open, feel free to send me more stuff@1 week ago with 5 notes
Send a number and I’ll draw my OC:
- In what they normally wear
- In what I’m currently wearing
- In a school uniform
- In swimwear
- In underwear
- With no clothes on
- In winter clothes
- In fancy clothes
- Making 3 different expressions
- Standing on their hands
- With their favorite animal
- Hanging out with a friend
- Sitting on the couch
- Doing something they don’t normally do
- Playing a sport
- Beaten up
- As a kid/adult
- Wearing a funny hat
Hit me up!
(via swellingseas)@1 week ago with 22673 notes
Let me re-write the history books with my fists, then, and the encyclopedias with my fingernails, and tell it right:
This then is the height of humanity: a boy in a trench in the Somme, laughter hard as a bayonet, blood in his teeth, because war’s the most beautiful thing in the world and he can’t wait to die.
And this is the lowest point, then: a child who should’ve died is given a second chance, is told he is loved, and wanted, and has a home, but all of those he realizes are lies, wrapped like bandages tighter and tighter around him over the years, until he suffocates on their pity, and wonders: where is mercy?
And what of mercy? Mercy is three feet of large intestine spilled out on the snow, steaming, and a numb, dumb kind of surprise at the lack of blood, and the smell of pine sap on fingertips he can no longer feel, and yet he smiles, knowing at last what it means to have control over one’s death.
And this is beauty, then: the crack in the clouded mirror, the only thing to break the illusion so that he’ll know, hand to his face groping for the scar, which side he’s on.
And this is hate: the birthday boy surrounded by all his friends and family, sickened on sugar and realizing his disappointment stems not from his having not gotten what he wanted, but that he wanted nothing.
And this, then, is love: all the pages you ever filled, all the stars you called by name, all the songs you forgot the melodies to—all of it up in flames, all of it falling down, all of it fading out, and you’re just standing in the calm, maelstrom center of it all, and understanding that this, then, is your truth: you can only love something once it’s died.@2 weeks ago with 10 notes