Soooo….that big update in the Twisted Wonderland fandom, right?
Honestly, still reeling from the last update. And this one didn’t help in my Emotional Damage Department™️.
NGL, after becoming an Aunt for the first time, I think I understand Lilia a bit more…and I need to draw Lilia with baby Malleus
Colour palette used can be found here
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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge
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I Know What You Are...
You Are Mega Man!
The differences between each Mega is something I love and appreciate, plus it's also fun to compare them side-by-side for it.
I think it's really amusing how they start with robots that slowly reach near-human traits, and then there's a straight-up human. Albeit, he is merged with a non-human being.
And then there's Volnutt. I know he could probably be narrowed down to an "artificial human", but I like the idea of tying him to his celestial origins as Trigger that are still half a mystery.
Such is my running-joke with him. He is just... Volnutt (currently).
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Memory of your Childhood Sun.
A rare look at a child Agent 3!! Ive spent this week writing their background pre-Sploon1, and how it affects the rest of their decisions and actions later.
Deets under the cut! Boy they make me SAD
They come from the same region as the Cuttlefish clan. One of those powerful military families, or political ones.
They value doing ones best. They value never backing down. To always give it your best shot.
Unfortunately, such a value has been recently taken to an extreme. From one that used to say to put your best foot forward, now a chant that demands nothing less than perfection.
From a young age, 3 -- Kaori as they were once called -- has been taught the traditions and history of this clan. The political intricacies. The etiquette. The formalities. The movements of battle. Even without fingers they were already taught the basics of proper battle form.
The system of Honor. Of discipline. Order.
Why wouldnt they be? Theyre this clan's princess. Spawn of two powerful inklings. They are expected to be perfect. To go even beyond their parents.
This instills...as expected, an anguish in the young inkling. Nothing they do ever seems to be enough for anyone. Theyve rarely ever felt their parents' love. If anything, they experienced more love with their distant relatives than with their direct ones. (At least theres something there...)
A few years after they gained their humanoid form, they ran.
They ran to Inkadia. To Inkopolis. Where anyone can be anything. No one breathing down their neck. No expectations. No-
...a voice with a familiar accent draws them closer. It came from a manhole in the distance...
What the hell, no matter how far they run, they cant deny...they miss their family. They come from a culture so closely connected. And theyre all alone here...
The voice felt...safe? Almost like their distant relatives.
and then their world was shattered.
Plunged into the thick of a war theyve tried to run from. All these years.
Their strict discipline, their desire to be the best, for EVERYONE to do their best... its a mix of their background and the situations they found themself in. Protectiveness inspired by danger. Vigilance inspired by necessity.
because of all this danger, they unwittingly they became what they hated.
Cycle of abuse and all that. Its easy to fall back into familiar patterns, or model bad behavior if its the one that helps you survive. (Or at least the one that made you survive before.)
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