Amidst all the art depression I’ve been going through after looking at my old works lately, I couldn’t help but compare the way I used to draw Ryou and Mariku’s hairstyles from last year to this year.
…I really need to improve in drawing these two dorks this year.
I love how Marik just gets more fluffy and Ryou seems to get more pointy. It’s like they are becoming more like the other and being cute little dorks~
Tumblr keeps denying this one. :C COME ON TUMBLR. ACCEPT THE RISHID.
I really like Rishid and this looks amazing.~ My random thought though is where are his back scars? Considering how badly he was beaten by his step-father he should have some gnarly scars too.
Seto likes his hair the way it is. I would say…Siegfried is the one who puts cute accessoires into Setos hair when his bangs are getting too long. (Ofc only to make sure they won’t hide his pretty blue eyes which Siegfried fangirls loves so much ahaha.)
*snort* It is beautiful but I can see why Seto would not be pleased as well XD
@iamterra, this is one of the panel scraps from yesterday. I wanted to continue the story but I’m a lazy ass. 😀
That is perfectly fine though I love that he seems to have resting bitch face~ He is so cute like that and the fact he wears jewelry still delights me. Also rolled up school uniform sleeves? Nice~
I kind of want to write a White Day fic for it but I can’t seem to decided on what he would give Ryou. Part of me wants it to be something he made but since he is an artist but the other part says he would buy something. Though if he made anything I picture him having Artist’s Dilemma, the satisfaction in making something only to despise it later, and wanting to throw it away the more he stares at it but the day is already half over and he has nothing else to give.
I don’t even know why it took him seven years to write his name on a gift and I am clueless in what I drew sorry but he owns up to it this time, lol.
(And it’s Valentines’ because I want some reciprocation on White day.)
I imagine that since it took Ryou seven years it went like one year was just sheer awful doubt he could do it after what happened last time. The second year he is planning to do it but then spaced till the day of and had nothing. Third and forth year he had picked something out and was going to give it to Mariku but was swarmed by annoying fangirls that just refused to get out of his way despite pleading and fake “I need to use the bathroom” attempts but they ignore him and this is where Miho get’s her weird misinformation from. Fifth year Mariku wasn’t even at school because he somehow got really sick and couldn’t go. Sixth year there was just nothing he could find interesting enough to give. And finally on the seventh he had it. The perfect gift, no one blocking him, Mariku was in today, and… The only thing in his way now was himself.
Ryou swallowed and made his way on over only to trip over a random backpack sitting on the floor near an empty desk. The box fell from his hands but it caught Marik’s attention and he looks up from his latest drawing to see Ryou’s nervously collecting himself back up, looking as if he were about to cry for some reason. The lack of people near him suggests that it wasn’t bullies but rather Ryou’s natural curse of clumsiness. He always was a klutzy little nerd. The only thing out of place was him collecting something and holding it so close. Gods- did he get another one of those stupid valentines? How revolting. He looks back towards his drawing and began to crosshatch a part of it only to realize Ryou was at his desk now and talking to him. Mariku stops again and looks up to see the box being held out to him and dully stares at it till told to take it. He does though is thinking little of it till he sees the tag and has the urge to toss the box across the room and make a scene but decided to open it the last second and a new dawning hits him. This was really happening. He goes to thank Ryou but Mariku looks up only to notice the other is gone completely out of sight. Then it hits him.
Shit. I have just a month to come up with something.
Wade had always liked “girly” things, but that’d been beaten out of him by his dad. After that asshole’s death, he tried on dresses twice before throwing them back into a pile in his closet of things he didn’t plan on wearing again but just couldn’t bear to throw them out. After Weapon X, he put them on to see if he felt the same way. He talked to himself and his voices, he was ugly as sin, and who would honestly take him seriously?
Turns out dresses actually made him feel… almost pretty. With his mask on, and as many weapons as he could fit on himself, anyone who laughed at him would get a nice click of the safety turning off under their chin. Turns out people did take him seriously, even if it was only because he’d murdered all of their henchmen and was currently toying with their life. And they couldn’t say a damn thing about his dresses unless they wanted to be six feet under faster than they would have been otherwise.
Finally he felt comfortable with that part of himself again, but when it came to people he looked up to, people he respected… well, his insecurity about his outfit choices was the first thing to show.
I am Terra 