#I COULD REDRAW THIS BETTER NOW. I SHOULD...

[chemicalsleep]

[they/them]

xerox, drawn back in 2020. @gunthunder 's vio's DNA doner

[trashcreatyre]

Still not over this btw

Everyone say thank you sega japan <3

[rigaudon]

Been wanting to play Bravely Default again and still kinda bummed I never finished this set of red mage drawings.

[starlightmeissa]

hello! how does eleanor from biggering look like? i know she has strawberry blonde hair but what about the rest of her features? any face claim?

gosh i barely draw eleanor, but i did a study once of hanz holbein the younger’s style of portraits and drew her. i don’t think i did as well as him but here she is!

i like to imagine she’s pretty short, because it makes her bullying robert funnier. she usually keeps her hair up and out of her face.

[spectascopes]

Oh my goddd art from 2016 of a fic that i hadn't even uploaded at the time that i'm. s. still writing here and there. in 2024... melvin giraffe meme "why are you skinny" @ frisk

[disruptivevoib]

Trick or Treat >:]c

HEY!

Looks like you got.. a WIP of Sun Down! Mind as a Vampire..

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up

[pixiefelixie]

╰┈➤ THE SEAMS BETWEEN US

: ̗̀➛ pairing — idol!leeknow x stylist!reader : ̗̀➛ word count — 2.3k : ̗̀➛ content — angst, fluff, comfort, established relationship, minor conflict, soft minho!!

minho wonders if you still see him at all. maybe you just forgot how to say it.

the door clicked shut behind him.

you didn’t even look up. your hands were busy smoothing the jacket across your lap, fingers twitching at every seam, checking for the tiniest pull, any imperfection. 

minho had just stepped out of the stall in the dressing room, clad in the base layers you'd selected—sleek, fitted, dark against his skin like shadows caught in motion. it looked good on him. you knew it. objectively, you knew. the tailoring was sharp, the proportions exactly how you’d envisioned them in your sketchbook. you’d gone through at least five versions of the concept, drawing and redrawing until the image in your head finally aligned with what you could create with your hands.

you rose to your feet, gripping the jacket by the shoulders, stepping toward him. the fabric was heavy, structured, custom-fit to frame him like armor. you weren’t sure if it would all come together. not really. there was no rehearsal for this moment. just instinct, vision, and the last few seconds before he stepped into the spotlight.

minho said nothing. he stood there, watching you. hands still at his sides. as if he could feel the tension threading through your spine and knew better than to disturb it.

you held the jacket up, arms steady despite the quiet tremble in your chest. minho stepped forward without a word, sliding his arms in one at a time. the fabric folded perfectly along his shoulders, clinging to him like it belonged there, like it had always been meant for this exact moment—on him, right here, right now.

you smoothed the lapels down and stepped back just enough to take him in fully. relief swept through you in a warm rush, and you leaned in, resting your forehead gently against his shoulder, eyes closed for a moment like the world could pause here with you.

“i wasn’t sure it’d all come together,” you mumbled, words tumbling out in a low rush “i knew what i wanted, but i wasn’t there when they fitted it, and i just kept thinking maybe the silhouette would be off or the hem would ride weird or the layering would flatten on stage lighting or—”

minho shifted slightly under your weight, his head tilted just enough that you felt the side of his face brush against your hair. “hey,” he said, voice quiet but sure. “it’s okay.”

you nodded against his shoulder, the fabric cool under your skin, and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. 

“you should get your makeup done,” you murmured, stepping back, your fingers giving one last brush against the jacket’s collar. “bring changbin in here if he’s ready. i’ll clear out.”

minho didn’t move at first. just looked at you.

there was something in his eyes—soft, searching, a flicker of something you couldn’t place—but you were already half-turned toward the wardrobe rack, busying yourself with a stray hanger and pretending not to notice the way silence dragged.

“go,” you said gently, giving him a little nod over your shoulder.

he furrowed his brows slightly, lips parting like he wanted to say something else. but instead, he gave a small nod, eyes lingering on you for a second too long before he turned and walked out.

by the time he reached the other dressing room, brushes clinked softly against palettes, low music played from someone’s phone, and staff flitted between the boys like bees around a hive. 

he sat down in the chair like always, spine straight, arms folded. the makeup artist greeted him gently, already reaching for the primer.

“you look tired,” she said, more fond than concerned.

minho just nodded once, eyes forward.

just then, the door swung open with a familiar thud.

“dude,” chan groaned, dragging his feet inside like the hallway had just tried to kill him. “i swear, i thought i was gonna break my spine when i tripped over that damn cable. the ground moved, i’m telling you.”

from the other corner, hyunjin snickered behind the rim of his iced coffee. “please tell me someone filmed that.”

“i think the camera guy caught it. you’ll have to bribe him later.” chan turned to minho as he spun a chair under him. “anyway—oh, about the cue timing for the last chorus, we’re holding it half a second longer. just so the drop doesn’t feel too cut off. we’re syncing it with the overhead lights, so when you—”

“i know,” minho snapped.

chan blinked, startled, hand still mid-air in explanation. the makeup artist froze for just a second before continuing, eyes flicking nervously between the two. even hyunjin looked up now, eyebrow raised.

minho didn’t say anything else. 

chan stepped back slowly, glancing once at hyunjin like what the hell was that.

hyunjin just gave a slow shrug.

the members knew better than to ask when minho got snappy.

when it was finally time for stage call, minho moved like he always did—efficient, composed, letting staff hook his mic pack in place, tug at the hem of his jacket, adjust the in-ear cable down his back. one of the interns clipped a final detail onto his collar, another checked his monitor settings. he stood still through all of it, nodding when prompted, body present—but his head was a world away.

he was used to chaos. the rush of backstage. the flood of adrenaline before stepping into the lights. but lately, the noise didn’t distract him the way it used to. not like before.

because in the quiet moments in between—like now—his thoughts went straight to you.

you’d both known what dating in this world meant. the long hours, the tight schedules, the time zone gaps. but you were a stylist. he was an idol. you’d be around each other, constantly. it was supposed to be the one thing that wouldn’t be hard.

and in the beginning, it wasn’t. stealing glances behind clothing racks, whispering jokes during rehearsals, grabbing coffee during fittings. it was fun. effortless. you were both so in it—wrapped up in each other and in the work. being near you never got old.

but now, all your words were about fabric, fitting issues, hemlines. your eyes were always scanning the clothes on his body, not him. and he didn’t blame you. it was your passion, the thing you loved most. you were good at it. watching you pour everything into it was part of why he fell for you.

still, he missed you.

not the sharp, laser-focused stylist.

just you. the y/n who laughed into his hoodie on the tour bus.

now, he’d never felt further from you. 

out on stage, minho moved like water—sharp lines, perfect timing, every beat hit with that signature intensity that came from years of muscle memory. the lights made everything glow, catching the sheen of his jacket just right, shadows and shine sculpting him into the exact vision you'd spent weeks piecing together.

back in the dressing room, you sat on the edge of a fold-up table, eyes locked on the large monitor on the wall, watching the recording in real time. your hands had finally stilled. no more last-minute threads, no shifting pins, no tugging sleeves. the job was done.

and it had worked.

everything you’d designed came together exactly the way you hoped it would—the movement, the textures, the color harmony across all eight of them. it looked even better under the stage lights than you’d imagined. you should’ve been proud. relieved.

you were.

but your eyes stayed on him.

the colors danced across the monitor—seungmin’s brushed rose tones, felix’s cold shimmer, the gold dust on chan’s collar. it all blended, the eight of them like a moving canvas. but even with the symmetry, your gaze kept drifting back to minho.

“y/n?”

the voice pulled you gently from your thoughts. you blinked, turning to see the makeup artist peeking in through the door with her usual soft eyes.

“yeah?” you asked, offering her a tired smile.

she walked over and leaned against the table beside you, glancing at the screen. “i didn’t wanna be too nosy, but… minho seemed a bit off earlier.”

you nodded lightly, gaze still half-glued to the monitor.

she was one of the sweetest people you’d met on staff—warm, always checking in on everyone, offering granola bars and backup concealer. you liked her instantly. the two of you had grown close fast, little conversations while setting up or packing down. it was easy with her.

“i mean, he wasn’t rude,” she continued, “just… quiet. i don’t know. different.”

you finally turned fully toward her. “he’s tired.”

that was only part of it. you knew the rest.

it had hit you the moment the last person left the prep room, when it finally got quiet and you realized—you hadn’t really spoken to him lately. not him, not your minho. just lee know the performer, the hanger for your designs, the client you were supposed to help get camera-ready. every word had been about clothes.

he was still your boyfriend. and somehow, you’ve been forgetting to see him as one lately.

on the screen, minho hit his final pose before the lights dimmed. the crowd roared. you sat frozen for a moment, heart pounding—not with nerves this time, but with something sharper. something urgent.

you had to go to him. now. before another moment passed. before another day of missed chances and half-conversations slipped through your fingers.

you stood up so quickly the makeup artist looked up, startled. “where are you—?”

“i just— i have to go,” you said, already halfway to the door.

the hall beyond the dressing rooms was buzzing again, the post-performance adrenaline crackling through the air. some of the camera crew trickled in from the side entrance, earpieces in, trailing cables. the first few members rounded the corner soon after—chan first, sweat glistening at his temple, grinning wide. you lifted your hand and fist-bumped him as he passed.

“good right?” he joked breathlessly, and you smiled, but your eyes were already scanning for someone else.

hyunjin followed, still catching his breath, laughing at something han was saying. you offered them the same greeting, light and casual, like your heart wasn’t slamming against your ribs.

then you saw him.

minho stepped into the hallway last—slow, a towel draped around his neck, chest rising and falling steadily, lips parted from the effort of the stage. his jacket hung slightly off one shoulder, hair damp with sweat. and in that instant, you didn’t even think—your feet just moved. you crossed the distance and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his neck before he could even react.

he stiffened for a second—so shocked he didn’t move at all. you could feel the hesitation in his arms, how he wasn’t sure what to do. but then—gently, slowly—he folded into you. his arms wrapped around your waist, warm and steady, and he pressed his nose into your hair like he’d been waiting for it all day.

“you did such a good job,” you whispered, voice trembling against him. “i watched you dancing. you were amazing.”

and for the first time in what felt like days, minho exhaled—long and quiet—like finally, finally, something had clicked back into place.

he let out a small laugh—real, breathy, the kind that crinkled his eyes. “yeah? jacket didn’t crumple weird or anything?”

you swatted lightly at his chest. “shut up, you were perfect.”

minho just looked at you then—really looked at you—and in that crowded hallway with noise and bodies moving all around you, it was like you were the only thing he saw. like nothing else mattered now that you were here, arms around him, seeing him—not as a client, but as minho. your minho.

“i missed you,” he said finally, almost like it surprised him to say it out loud.

you leaned in again, the noise around you fading into nothing as you tucked your face back against his shoulder. your voice came out small, barely a whisper against the fabric of his shirt.

“i’m sorry,” you breathed.

it was soft—so soft he almost didn’t catch it. but he did. he pulled back just enough to see your face, his hands gently holding your sides, grounding you.

“no, no, ” he said, his voice soft, shaking his head. “none of that.”

your throat tightened, but his hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eye.

“we’re okay,” he said again, more gently now. “yeah?”

you nodded, lips pressing together, teary-eyed.

and when he leaned in and kissed your forehead, it felt like home.

“i love you, lee know,” you whispered, exaggerating his stage name like you always did when you were trying to get a smile out of him.

it worked.

he let out a low chuckle, the kind that started in his chest and made its way to his eyes. “you’re so annoying,” he said affectionately, grinning now. “i love you too,” he murmured, like it was the simplest truth in the world.

[goatgoesmbe]

College AU where reader is enrolled in art school while Kyle was majoring in IT

The latter likes to take the nude modeling gig for your major from time to time. Because well, he's hot and he knew it, so he likes to bless people with his appearance, plus- having people drew him was a nice ego boost. But also, he took the job more often when he saw your pretty face scrunched up at your sketch

He knew he was charming, always knew what to do or say to get the person he had his eyes on

Subtly flex as he posed and threw a wink at you whenever his eyes met yours. But, you were too stressed and sleep deprived--thanks to school projects--and would never catch his advances, or when you did.. it would take a moment

And when Kyle realized this, he thought it would be better to just ask you out there and then

He'e start with, "You look like you could use a cup of coffee"

In which you blinked at him, nodding off the sleepiness before smiling drowsily "Yeah? Guess i do"

"You're free after this? I knew this hidden gem nearby.." he continued

"Yeah? Sure- hey Johnny! We're gonna hangout after this, you want to come or not?" You yelled out at your classmate, who sat nearby

Your voice broke the focus of the others which earned you a glare, but you were too tired to care

Johnny looked up from his own sketch and raised an eyebrow, looking at you and Kyle back and forth before smirking

..Of course you thought that was just a friendly invite

"Sure, hen" he replied cheekily, eager to be a wingman or just to be a menace in general as he enjoyed watching things unfold like it was some kind of soap opera

Kyle had to physically held himself back from tackling the Scot

To calm himself down, he trailed his gaze back to you, observing your pretty face and every alluring curves of your body as you stayed oblivious

Then, he got snapped out of his thought when he heard you clicked your tongue

"Goddamit, i have to redraw this now-" he heard you grumble as you glanced at his crotch with a glare

He was confused until he then noticed it himself, how he got hard in front of everyone just from the sight of you

And while some thought he should be embarrassed (or pissed, since Johnny was snickering like an ass he was), he only smiled as he took in your frustrated expression that was oddly cute to him

[cottagedreamy]

"With sun and rain you dreamed You wanted to be better later You wanted to be the great hero of the roads Everything you wanted to be I know a secret You are afraid Now you only think about coming back You don't talk about Zapata's boot and ring anymore Everything you should be Without fear."

I recently started watching Moominvalley and I'm in love! This show reminded me of a Brazilian music album called "Clube da Esquina". This album is full of feelings about childhood, friendship, goodbyes, serenity and nostalgia, exactly the feeling that Moominvalley gives me. The song i listened while i was drawing was "Tudo que você podia ser" (everything you could be). Please give this fantastic album a chance!

Also, the album and the redraw side by side :)

[returntosunder]

Nightmare Redraw 1 year apart

This nightmare design is still a concept, so expect some changes later

I wanna talk about something very personal under the cut. It's related to the history of the drawing. I've been debating if i should even include it in the post, but it feels wrong not to. You don't have to read it.

I'll probably make a separate post with just the drawings, but without the story.

TRIGGER WARNING:

Mentions of Depression and Sh under the cut

Im gonna try to keep it somewhat short, but its probably not gonna be.

Two years ago, I was the lowest point in my life. I had a fight with people who I've considered friends since middle school, and now we don't talk. I had lost my job months before that too. That led me down a hole that I've never thought I'd get out of for the longest time.

I couldn't draw, I couldn't create anything for months. It was the one thing that I felt was the most heartbreaking. Whenever i lifted up a pen, i just stared at the paper and did nothing. I even bought a tablet so I could do digital art, i was able to draw some stuff but I was never fully happy with my drawings. After a while, I went back to how i was before.

I don't really have good support at home, so I've tried to figure it out on my own. A way I would distract myself from hurting myself was to binge watch YouTube video compilations.

While doing that, I found a tiktok compilation of Undertale aus. At the time, i hadn't interacted with the fandom in 6 years. I was gonna skip it, but instead I watched it. For some reason (probably Nostalgia) watching it made me feel happy, I felt happy for the first time in months

And the first time in months, i was motivated to draw again, so I grabbed my pen and doodled nightmare from memory, the one from above. After that, I was drawing as many characters as I could remember at the time, and i slowly got better. Both at drawing and mentally

And now a full year later, I'm here posting my art that I'm proud of. I've made new friends, and I feel happy. I obviously don't always feel my best, especially cause depression doesn't just go away, but I'm happier than I was a year ago. It's progress

In a way, this is kinda me celebrating that year-long progress. But it still feels weird knowing that this fucking video games weird ass alternates (/aff) is the reason I got out of a dark place. But I'm very happy it did... and it's even weirder that it's the Guardian of fucking Negativity that did it

For those who read till the end. Ty <3

[forestshadow-wolf]

Don't be brash. Don't be flashy. And don't show off.

That's what Price explicitly told soap before he went in. It was a crude operation. An illegal cage fight organization that was a front for making off the books deals. They had been monitoring an HVT for months, he comes around for one night every couple weeks. Intel says he's supposed to be here tonight.

And now soap's here. And it's been a long night. With more still ahead of him.

In the not so hindsight it wasn't so weird to send him in. He used to get into only too many fights before Ghost held his collar, and even more so before Price leashed him. He could spar Ghost on the mats for hours on end. So it was quite befitting to have him locked in a fight cage circling with beasts bigger than Ghost, and crowds louder than a circus.

As he circled a monster of a man broader than him, taller than him, meaner looking than him, he felt it almost reminiscent of the first time he met price. His hair too, longer than it should have been. Overconfident but with fire to spare. Only last time ended with a dislocated knee and fractured patella, and Price was telling him he'd take care of him if he could only pull his head out of his ass. And this time Price had let him off his leash as he sidestepped the blow that would have put him on the ground, and was swinging bloody fists into flesh. The bell dinged as his opponent fell.

His fists were bloody, his face was bleeding, his ribs were bruised, and sweat had his hair flopping on his forehead, but the crowd cheered louder as he leaned against the chains caging him in. And Ghost came up beside him as they cleaned his dome and went in search of another contestant.

"Price and Gaz have eyes on the HVT. How much you got left in you?" He didn't flinch when Ghost came up from his blindspot.

"How long do you need?" He muttered, not looking at the man.

"Make it an hour and I give you a reward. Hour and a half and I'll make it better."

Oh?

How soap did love a good treat.

"Break a glass when you want me to throw." It would pain him deep in his soul to throw the match, but probably not as much as the blow to take him out.

---

He had no idea how long I'd been, he'd stopped keeping track a long time ago. Stopped noticing faces. But he must've pummled half a dozen men, at some point between talking to Ghost and they following fight, he'd accrued a group of challengers.

He was facing a big bloke, but hardly the biggest. Long since had the burn set into his muscles, but adrenaline dulled his aches to the buzz of excitement.

A crash and a commotion outside the cage.

That's his cue. He threw a right hook, too it clow in the redraw. It was good contact, but hardly the best. His opponent feigned an obvious left and he compensated, but only just too slow. It rattled his brain, and disorientation made him too slow to block the blows to his ribs. He let himself go down after that.

The bell dinged, and he made no attempt to push the assists off him as they dragged him out of the cage.

Ghost took him under the shoulder, and helped him through the pulsing, dizzying crowd. People were touching him, screaming, slapping him on the back. He collected his spoils, but they needed to get out. They had the package, and he was going to crash soon.

His eye was starting to swell shut, blood smeared his face, his knuckles were split and ugly, his ribs, arms, legs were all turning with bruises. The adrenaline trickled from his system and the colors and sprains and breaks began to throb and ache. He let Ghost take more of his weight the further they got.

[cuppajj]

You know, I just really, really want to say this. You are an exceptionally talented artist. I was genuinely surprised when you answered that one ask a while ago, saying you're self-taught. Because I truly, legitimately believed you were an art student or something lol. I'm honestly blown away by the fact that you're self-taught. That you figured all of this out all by yourself. Both your Cookie Run stuff and your original work. You should be proud, because I know it must've taken you a lot of time and hard work to get to where you are today. I both admire you greatly and envy you terribly (the latter stings a little to say, but it's true haha). I wish I could do what you can. You make it all look so easy... I wish I could say I'm your equal, but I'm far from it and I'm not sure how long it'll take for me to get there, or if I'll ever get there at all. But seeing what you're able to accomplish now is really rather inspiring. If you can do it, then maybe I can, too. Someday. Somehow. If only it could be today, though haha

Sorry if I sound weird or mushy, I've actually wanted to say this to you for a while now. I sincerely hope you find pride and joy in your art because you deserve to. Your drawings, your animations, even your writing. You're a jack of all trades haha. You're a very talented, creative, fun and hardworking person. And I wish you all the joy and success in the world, all the time. You've got something really great going here, keep it up for as long as you're able and willing to

Aww Merchant, that’s so sweet of you!!

I don’t often think of how far I’ve come mostly all by myself, let alone the message it can carry.. admittedly one of my biggest artist flaws is acknowledging my accomplishments haha, so this message really means a lot!

If I could give any advice for you:

Believe me when I felt like my art style was stagnating for the longest time, but I’ve come to learn that in just four years I’ve gone from having okay-but-mid art to making some pieces that impress the worst critic in myself!! And really the only thing that changed was my mindset. I stopped wanting to make high quality stuff every time and instead focused on the gradual grind. Commitment is what makes or breaks an artist.

And sadly, art is not easy. You’re going to hate how your art looks. You’re going to be envious of other artists. You’re going to compare yourself. I was like that once, still have those moments today. But the secret to truly feeling like your art is yours is to acknowledge that you’re constantly improving. Don’t call yourself an equal (or a superior or inferior) to anyone, because that implies there’s an established objective tier of artists with you below people you’re inspired by. Every artist has their own flow, their own starting point, their own ways of growing, which makes comparison unfair and more unhealthy than you think!

I’ve seen your redraw of Pepper Jack and Celestial Cheese, and your art has changed a lot within a year for the better. I think that’s a sign! The only difference between you and me is I started before you. But, that’s neither a right or a wrong thing, just a fact that has no effect on you.

I think the only goal an artist should have is learning to appreciate the art they make. I’m still reaching for that myself, and someday you’ll get there if you try! Just be less hard on yourself. Acknowledge where you are and where you were. And most importantly, keep at it! You might be surprised how much can change in another year

[phantomarine]

Clam's Quick Tips for Starting Your Very First Webcomic

Howdy! Here are the three bits of advice I tend to give people who ask me about getting into webcomic-making. Maybe they can help you jump into the fray with a little less fear.

1) Make Your First Chapter a Pilot Episode

You will be told by webcomic veterans to start with a short, simple comic idea first - which is wise - but if all you can think about is your big magnum opus, then you might as well hop in, right? Otherwise you'll just be glancing back at the other cooler project forever.

But if you can't start with a small simple story, start on a small, simple part of that larger story. Your first chapter should be a snapshot of the main conflict - show us a simple scene with few characters, ease us in slowly, keep things clear and focus on emotion/impact/clarity. Get the audience to care by offering something easily digested, but full of promise.

Once you're done with that 'pilot' chapter, and you're feeling more comfortable with the whole comic process, you can open the gates and show us the larger world. At that point, you'll be way more ready.

2) Simplify Your Art Style For Your Own Sanity

Always try to make your webcomic's art style as simple as possible - the standard rule is to use only 75% of your artistic skill for every comic page you make. Otherwise you will burn out quickly and terribly.

But you also need to be PROUD of your art style. If you're really feeling itchy, add a couple bells and whistles to your style so you can look at the finished page and say "Yeah, looks cool." You'll find the right balance the more you draw.

Also, don't be afraid to change your art style as you go along. Ultimate consistency is often impossible in webcomics anyway - so embrace your desire to try new things, streamline your work, whatever you feel needs to happen to be happiest. Sometimes the coolest part of reading a webcomic is noticing that style change - so don't hesitate to embrace it!

3) Resist the Reboot! RESIST!

The curse/blessing of drawing the same things over and over is that you'll inevitably get better at drawing those things. The trouble comes when you look back at old stuff and start thinking "Damn, I could draw that way better now."

You must recognize that this feeling never goes away. Not after a hundred pages. Not after three hundred. Not after a thousand.

I think everyone should be allowed one soft reboot for their first webcomic. Redraw some panels that bother you. Change up some dialogue if it doesn't make sense with your new story ideas. Do maintenance, basically. One of the beauties of webcomics is that they can be easily edited, without reprinting a whole book or remaking a whole game.

But if the ultimate purpose of a webcomic is to tell a story, then constant reboots will just be retelling the same story - slightly better each time, but the same at its core. We've heard it before. Most audiences would rather you save your strength and just keep going, rather than circling back year after year and going "Wait wait wait! I'll do it better this time."

Reboot early, not often, and only when you absolutely must! You're a storyteller, and you're constantly getting better at telling your story. Don't be ashamed of it - look back how much ground you've covered, and keep walking!

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That's a good start. Happy webcomicking - don't be afraid to jump in, but be prepared to learn a lot very quickly. And if this advice doesn't work for you or adhere to how you did it, that's absolutely fine - webcomics are diverse by nature, and so are their creation processes. Feel out what works best for you, and good luck!

[the-lavender-clown]

Remembering how I designed a Shadow plus just for this drawing years ago

I should redraw it or something, I could make it much better now

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Remember those other 3 times I turned sekai characters into dinos (L/N MMJ VBS) I'm back with more of that crap i know Wanshow fans just looove their AUs so maybe this will appeal to a whole 3 people instead of 2 people this time

explanation for my picks below the cut

Tsukasa is a Styracosaurus because I made Saki a Stellosaurus which is another ceratopsian and also its frill is like vaguely star shaped kinda sorta not really

I don't have much to say about him so can i just mention how awful that Stellasaurus drawing is.

Yeah only recently did i start figuring out how the fuck to draw decent ceratopsians I am so sorry (the struggle is real i almost accidentally gave tsukasa 2 left feet here i swear i know what i'm doing)

I should redo that Saki at some point, girl deserves so much better than that wonkey crap. speaking of ceratopsians i opted out of giving him protofeathers unlike Saki idk they just didn't look right on him you can kinda go either way with most ceratopsians so i just do it when the vibe fits and don't when the vibe doesn't fit

Rui is a Troodon because Troodons are often associated with intelligence because they have the biggest brain to skull ratio of any dino, there's kinda no real way to know how intelligent dinos were but troodon just has the reputation of the smart dinosaur and people often depict them using tools like how crows do and that's like kinda like how rui does robot stuff, he also just fits the raptor shape sorta i feel like raptors have that sorta look to them that is like a similar vibe to the one Rui has, even tho Rui is the tallest character in sekai I feel like he's a mid sized dinosaur, does that make sense? no, but it does to me and i make the rules he's also 100% a feathered dino so it fits

Speaking of Troodon all you 2 paleo nerds reading this are getting war flashbacks from the name Troodon because Troodon itself has a interesting history of being a "wastebasket taxon" which is nerd talk for "scientists just threw a bunch of vaguely similar animals into this one category and didn't consider that maybe this was like 5 different animals and what would be the long term consequences of doing that" yes this is a thing that has happened enough times that there is a word for it

that shit still as of now isn't sorted out I don't think, I at least based my Troodon off the big one from Alaska that literally does not have a fucking name and is just like "the Alaska Troodon". I feel like the size fits and imma be real its the Troodon you see everywhere in media these days because its big and cool and it lived with Pachyrhinosaurus and Nanuqsaurus and also people like it cuz drawing dinosaurs in the snow is fucking awesome (boom i just tricked you into learning paleontology history)

Emu is an Archeopteryx because Emu is supposed to be like a phoenix and Archeopteryx could probably fly or glide or smth it's general considered like "the first bird" so like yeah (now that i think about it i could've made her pyroraptor cuz of the name but also she doesn't fit the vibes of a raptor at all i guess pyroraptor has the whole fire bird thing from its name) Emu would also be a small feathered dinosaur for sure so it fits in that sense too.

Nene is a Stegosaurus because the plates kinda look like her hair thing and her outfit in general and i feel like nene would have those tail spikes for some reason idk it just fits her energy, she'd def be a herbivore as well i feel. Also i personally just associate stegosaurus with the color green personally idk why (at first i was thinking she would be iguanodon because that's another dinosaur that's green in my head but she has like nothing in common with iguanodon lmao)

I guess nenerobo would be an Ankylosaurus than because that would like probably be the logical robot version of a stegosaurus maybe idk would nenerobo exist in this universe, you decide idk

i guess next one is that last one unless i wanna redo the vocaloids in this style or redraw saki at some point or whatever see you whenever that happens in however long it takes