This’ll probably be one of the last animatics I post in a while, but I had to contribute at least one of them to one of my favorite ships of all time— Megstine 🥰🫶
Christine looked at Raoul’s small form again and concluded his loneliness, a sensitive nature, and a desire to be understood. While her father and the count continued to converse... Christine determined to learn this ‘language of the hands'.
THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO FINISH BUT HEY, AT LEAST IT'S FINALLY DONE!! I hope y'all like it! I'm pretty happy with this one 🥹
I hope all those mysterious anons who kept asking about this fic actually like it 😭
Screenshot of Tumblr post from @major-knighton that inspired this fic under the cut! (EDIT: Found the original post!)
Another fella since I have recently finished reading Lord of the Flies— Dude’s just existing after the most fucked up shit happened when he was twelve. Choir boys be distorting and all and murders happened.
Also years after that incident he was a U-corp sailor and so was Raoul and well- I remember that the name “Ralph” is the english version of “Raoul” so—
Ralph’s a little silly- He does try his darnest to remember people’s names but usually calls them by nicknames ( He calls Bucky “Fido” and Augustine “Peppermint”)