(versions with different colored eyes)
Inspiration taken from this post (thanks for the permission!) and also from the fanfic "The rehabilitation of death" by @bamsara
Versions without shadow and lineart below
bonus a little sketch from when I was just planning the scene
Darius had that dawg in him
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, iβm just trying to make it to Friday.
This is why my favorite superpower is self cloning/hivemind, imagine having dozens of bodies and how many partners you could have at once!
poly culture is creating a semi-complex polycule with your self-insert and various canon characters in your favorite media and having way less partners than that irl
not that it's bad of course, I just think it's silly to think about /lh
poly culture is fantasizing about dating way more people than physically possible
your honor, i'm not ok. i'm sad.
Never been to highschool, can agree
what a beautiful day to not be in high school
He's OUR disaster bisexual and we all love him.
Alucard really is the disaster bisexual representation we all needed and deserved.
His polycule broke up (died of old age) so he took a depression nap (entombed himself for a 300 year slumber), bleached his hair (lost all his color from said slumber), and switched up his style (put his tits away in a frilly shirt).
He really is one of us.
Trudging along, bells toiling, the god of mercy visits the plains once more in search of lost souls in need of saving. A lush flower grove grows beneath their hooves, only to quickly rot and age underneath the crimson cloak. The scent of herb coated the ancient long gone architecture with new vigor.
Narinder still clings to their ancient master, loyal as always joining the solemn walk. He announces his blessed day, he made a friend, looking up to the towering beast for a sign that he has been heard. He almost wishes to choke a sob, for he sees there's none. A trudge, new life, for it to end, the echos of chimes, an omen of sleep. He remembers the days when he despised the infant god for their childish, the cursed mocking laughter of a sickly kind soul, to see the joy written on their face, to see how proud they were when the news was given. Delight that Narinder is no longer so lonesome with the new family. He'd give anything to break this damned curse, just to see that annoying, pitiful, awful, smile again.