Lukanya - King of Autumn
The character is from an upcoming series written by Mallory Dunlin.
I got to illustrate and design all 4 main masc characters of the series, and this is the last one. One of the main assignments for Lukanya was to make him reaaaally pretty so I did my best ✨
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For example, paracetamol is sold as Tylenol, Calpol, or Panadol (depending on your country) but I buy the generic paracetamol cos it's cheaper
Ibuprofen is apparently sold as Brufen, Advil, Motrin, and Nurofen
Aspirin doesn't count, the brand has lost most of its copyright internationally so people just sell as aspirin lol
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Sonic, out of everything else is the world, inspires me to create like no other. I dunno why!! It was a curse I’m sure!
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do you think hannibal did digital art?
cuz, what, is his iPad just for reading Tattlecrime articles??? even his appointments are on a notebook WHAT WOULD HE NEED AN IPAD FOR
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Dazai's playful grin falters as you chastise him once more, the words punctuated with his name. His last name, once again.
"Why don't you ever call me by my first name?"
Your playful attitude freezes at his question, your fake pout dropping as you turn slack jawed. "W-what?" A stutter passes through your lips as you just continue to stare.
"We've been dating for a few months now, and you never call me by my name." He plays off his words as a joke, something to fluster you, but with the way his fingers slightly pinch and pull at the edges of his bandages, you can tell he's being vulnerable.
An embarrassed blush decorates your face as you just continue to stare at him.
"I'd like it if you'd call me by my name, love." His flirting isn't helpful. From vulnerable fidgets to a cocky grin, Dazai (for once) inaccurately pegs your blush as a flustered reaction, likely feeling shy at the notion he'd now mentioned.
Inaccurate, because it wasn't a matter of not feeling ready, or close enough, but rather because-
"...What's your first name..?"
-you'd forgotten.
Dazai's eyes widen in a rare expression of genuine shock, his movements pausing at your timid question. The embarrassed blush decorating your face that had briefly fooled Dazai only began to grow.
You bury your face in the palms of your hands and let out a groan as Dazai begins laughing: a genuine, gut laugh that you rarely got to hear.
"It's Osamu," he says politely, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed. As you look up from the palms of your hands, you notice Osamu's soft expression and let out a sigh of relief.
You grin. "Nice to meet you, Osamu."
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