#sightless

[amberluvsbugs]

Hi, I looked at your blog and your art are amazing, I love this vibe 🤩

I have a question, are planning to create an AU of DCA fandom, something related to fantasy?

Aaaa thank you!! As far as my plans on creating my own AUs of the Daycare attendant, I currently have three! you can find more pieces of these AUs scattered about in my blog.

Planetary AU --------------- I first concepted and created this AU when Security Breach first came out. It's mainly if Sun and Moon were these surreal celestial beings that traversed the land to bring night and day. Though it has been a while since I've drawn them, I do still want to get back into it and draw more of this AU.

Give me a sign, Under the surface/Mer! AU ------------------------------------------------- You might have already seen it floating around but it's where Y/N stumbles upon Sun and Moon and they communicate by using sign language!

The last one you won't be able to find as it has been in secret for a while. but I’ll show you a lil snippet of it.

Sightless ----------- It's not necessarily an AU per say, but it's more of a ‘What if’ scenario in my own interpretation. It takes place before the events of Security Breach and is a touching story about how the DCA interacts with a blind child named Julia for the first time. I have a whole story thats been in the works for 2 years now and I'm desperately trying to fully finish it.

[codecicle-archive]

As a thank you for 900 followers, I'm giving writing a shot!! The first chapter of Sightless is up right now :-)

[sightless-jack]

Jack Drowned, hear me out. You are BEN Drowned haunt Majora’s Mask and look for kidneys >:3

"ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ! ɪғ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ғᴇᴇᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇs? ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘʟᴜs ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪsᴛ. ɪ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴅɪʀᴛʏ. ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴡɪɢʜᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇs?" "ᚤᛖᛋ! ᛁᛏ ᛈᛚᛖᚨᛋᛖᛋ ᛗᛖ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚲᛟᛟᚴ ᛗᚤ ᚠᚨᚡᛟᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᛗᛖᚨᛚᛋ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᛈᚨᛋᛋᛁᛟᚾ. ᛋᛈᛖᚨᚴᛁᚾᚷ ᛟᚠ, ᛁᛏ'ᛋ ᛞᛁᚾᚾᛖᚱ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁ ᚾᛟᚹ ᚲᚱᚨᚡᛖ ᚠᛚᛖᛋᚺ ᚲᚱᛖᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖ."

[ionlyhearstatic]

Final redesign of True for now, finally happy with how he looks

[saelrum]

Finally I can show you a Halloween collaboration made with another artist from Sky: COTL Ask!

(they made line and flat color, and I made composition and all rendering)

Happy Halloween everyone!

[justthemoonz]

Had this concept for a fan Slugcat earlier this morning where you can't see anything, but you can feel and smell them So that whenever you're in a room you can vaguely see the outline of that area, and can sense the smell of fruits, bats, enemies, etc. It'd probably (not FULLY sure) be able to hold things onto its tail too, so you'd be able to basically hold three things at once

[forest-enchantress]

✦MADELAINE PETSCH in SIGHTLESS ✦

Click on the source link to be redirected to #134 gifs (300 x 160px) of Madelaine Petsch in Sightless. All of these gifs were made by me from scratch, so do not redistribute or claim them as your own. Please, don’t forget to like or reblog if you plan on using!

[indentiefendeswinters]

Zaubermaus

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Virgil is blind. It's not a big deal though, right? But he hides it, because if the other sides knew they would push him away again. And besides, he's pretty good at faking being sighted... And the other sides are also more observant than he realizes.

Author: @pastelvirgil

Note from submitter: <3

[gerec]

AU-gust 2023

Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: N/A 1. Sightless

“What do you see, Charles?” Raven whispers, pulling the blankets up as she cuddles close, six years old and still afraid of the dark. “You were yelling ‘no’ and flopping around like a fish out of water.” Leaning over her brother’s face, she adds, “Is something bad going to happen? To you? To me?”

He thinks carefully before he answers, because the messages in his dreams aren’t always crystal clear or easy to decipher. “I don’t know…exactly. I didn’t sense you in the dream, so I don’t think it’s about you, or that you’re in any danger. Honestly, I don’t understand what I saw.”

Curiousity piqued, Raven flops onto Charles’ chest and stares intently as though she can see into his brain through his eyeballs. “Tell me.”

“There was a storm…no a whirlwind, but made of metal pieces, and it was chasing me…chasing me and refusing to stop no matter how far and how fast I was running. The metal cut me and made me bleed, and I was so scared, Raven, that I was going to die. But then the whirlwind swallowed me and I was inside it, and the center was so calm and beautiful; full of warmth and sunlight.” He shuddered, and Raven clutched him tighter as he as exhaled roughly and shook his head. “Then suddenly there was nothing. I was in a void of nothing. I couldn’t see or feel or sense anything at all. It was worse than being cut and bleeding everywhere.”

They don’t speak for long moments, both trying to understand or interpret some sort of meaning to what Charles shared until Raven finally says, “Well, it’s obviously a warning of some kind. Don’t go near anything metal, and definitely don’t get caught in it.”

Charles snorts. “I think I can handle that. Let’s just go to sleep.”

-----

Eventually, they forget about it, because nothing from the dream manifests itself in real life, the way most of Charles’ visions do in the weeks after they appear.

They forget about it, until Charles’ sixteenth birthday, and the King of Genosha comes to seek the aid of Westchester’s famed Seer. Still, they don’t recall the seven-year-old warning – or perhaps Charles suppressed it, given his eidetic memory – when they discover the King’s unique gift, or the bitter anger he wears around him like a shield. They don’t remember when Charles falls hopelessly in love and accepts the King’s offer of marriage, or when he happily uses his gift to assist his husband’s rule. He doesn’t remember for ten more years until the King faces an old enemy and Charles jumps in to help, holding the enemy frozen with his mind---

The metal cuts and cuts as Charles screams, and he’s falling into nothingness; a void with no beginning and no end and no beginning and no end and no—

He never dreams again, for the rest of his life.

[sightless-jack]

So Jack, what would you do if you are encounter BEN (the canon one, the green haired dude from Ben Drowned ARG. They were is called Behavioral Event Network called B.E.N) be careful they are dangerous and manipulative.

"ɪғ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜʏ ɪs ʜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ sʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ :3?"

"J₳₵₭... ₩₮₣ ł₴ ₮Ⱨ₳₮...?"

[ionlyhearstatic]

Posted an older design for him the other day but this is True Einar, Design is subject to change as I parse more about this character out but he lives in a dystopia

[horrorcryingscreencaps]

[justthemoonz]

Wanted to see how The Sightless would look like in Rainworld's spriting style

[forest-enchantress]

✦MADELAINE PETSCH in SIGHTLESS ✦

Click on the source link to be redirected to #134 gifs (690 x 388px) of Madelaine Petsch in Sightless. All of these gifs were made by me from scratch, so do not redistribute or claim them as your own. Please, don’t forget to like or reblog if you plan on using!

[elvendara]

AU-gust day 1

1 Aug ’23 Sightless

“And if I refuse?” Saeran screamed at his father.

“You won’t, now stop being so beligerant and contrary. Do as you’re told!” his father turned and walked away, leaving Saeran seething, standing with his fists clenched at his sides. Shut up and obey, as usual. He could run away, but what would be the point? His father would only send his men to find him.

“Come on, let’s get some of that aggression out in the training yard.” His twin, Saeyoung, said as he placed his hand on his shoulder and gently turned him. Saeran’s shoulders sagged and followed his brother.

They fought. Saeyoung with a longsword and Saeran with his psi’s. They went all out, many of their scars were from each other. Many more were from their father. Even though they were trained from as early as they could hold a weapon, their father had yet to allow them to join a single battle. It was humiliating. But that was the point wasn’t it? His father was in charge, always.

The twins were beloved by the people and it irritated their father. His paranoia kept him from letting his sons earn any notoriety in battle. As Saeran stabbed at his brother he seethed inside. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know he would eventually have to marry for political reasons, but he had assumed he would have more time. Saeyoung, as the oldest, should have married first, but his esteemed father hadn’t wanted to waste his heir on such a small almost insignificant kingdom.

He growled and charged at his brother, Saeyoung easily parrying the reckless attack.

“Don’t let your emotions get in the way.” His brother said. “Calm yourself.”

“I don’t want to ‘calm’ myself.” Saeran gritted through his teeth and jumped forward, psi’s flashing in his hands. They clanged against the sword and Saeyoung deflected them to the side and down. Saeran growled again as he turned on his heel and sprang wildly towards his target.

Saeyoung sighed and instead of engaging, dropped to the ground and swept his right leg out, catching his ankle on Saeran’s achilles and bringing him down hard. With the wind knocked out of him Saeran coughed and clutched at his chest.

“Fuck!” he screamed into the air and smashed his psi’s into the ground. Saeyoung sighed and lay next to his brother.

After a minute, when Saeran’s breathing finally calmed Saeyoung said, “It could be worse. At least father has agreed to marry you off to a prince instead of a princess.”

“Hah! As if he cared about me at all. He saw an opportunity few would have been able to seize.”

“True. I hear King Yu dotes on his children and shows fatherly respect and love.” There was a wistfulness in the older brother’s voice, as they had never felt those things from their own father. “And Yoosung has the reputation of being a kind boy. Things could be worse.”

“Kind.” Saeran rolled his eyes. “That simply means he’s soft and brainless. Not a very challenging spouse.”

“I also hear he’s very attractive.” Saeyoung grinned at his brother. “You do like blondes.”

“I hate you.” Came the deadpan response.

“All I’m saying is, try to look on the bright side. Don’t let father win. It’s possible that the prince will make you happy. Just don’t dismiss him before you know him.”

“Except that I won’t ‘know him’ until after we’re wed.”

Saeyoung lay back down silently agreeing.

…wedding day…

Saeran stood in front of the door, heart racing, hands clammy. Even today he had not been allowed to see his betrothed. He adjusted his golden robe, the starchiness grating around his neck. His amber eyes shift sideways as he hears the commotion of his groom’s procession nearing. Taking a deep breath he concentrates on the crown atop his red hair, feeling the heaviness of it as never before.

Peripherally he catches a glimpse of blond and gold, the vestments appearing white with amethyst embroidery. He shifts his focus back to the closed doors in front of him as the other man turns to stand next to him. They are of similar height though Saeran believes he might be an inch or so taller.

As per custom they clasped hands, Saeran grateful he had wiped his palms beforehand. He could feel the other man trembling and hesitant. He couldn’t blame him, he was feeling hesitant himself. The hand felt almost delicate, not a single callus marring it. He suddenly felt self-conscious about his own callus ridden palms, rough and bumpy.

Music suddenly filled the room and the man next to him stiffened as the doors before them opened into the chapel filled with nobles. The décor was minimal, white flowers interspersed with lavender and greenery. Expensive amethyst silks were draped around the room. The purple must have been for Yoosung’s family, to match his wedding garments. The rug beneath his feet was the amber of their family crest.

He kept his eyes on the bishop ahead, his vision blurring, ears rushing with whooshing blood as his heart beat faster and faster. Once in front of the ornately adorned bishop they stopped, the music also coming to an end as the holy man intoned the words that bound them together. Saeran answered the questions as he was instructed, Yoosung doing the same. The voice was low and soft, also hesitant. As the ceremony neared the end, their outstretched hands being bound by another silk amethyst cloth with an amber ribbon, Saeran’s senses become crisper realizing that he will soon get his first glimpse of his new groom.

The Bishop steps back and the grooms turn towards each other. His heart skips a bit and his mouth empties of saliva leaving a dry dessert in its wake. He locks eyes with a stunning set of amethyst orbs, wide and pensive. His nose was short and sharp, delicate lips beneath it, as if cupid himself shaped them. The silver ornate crown outshined by the silky yellow hair it sat on.

“You may now kiss the groom.” The Bishop said, clasping his hands.

Saeran blinked and swallowed with great difficulty. The room was silent, as Yoosung stared at him, lips trembling slightly. From behind him his brother cleared his throat loudly, releasing Saeran from his paralysis. He leaned in, hands still intertwined, brushing his lips against the blond’s, feeling guilty for imposing himself on the other man. The room erupts in clapping as he pulls away. Yoosung lowers his head and stares at the floor as they turn towards the room, on full display as a newly married couple.