Egg 78 As Well.

Egg 78 as well.

*Edited because I wrote the wrong number

I made a batch of Oshawott eggs because someone needed an Oshawott, and on my 5th egg...

...out came a shiny!!

I have finished lineart and am moving onto coloring, since I use their traditional drawings as sketches. There will be a couple things I need to do once I finish coloring, but I don't think it would be much longer for digital arts of each member.

Hanzou Akabane

I thought it would be interesting to have both siblings in one group. I don't think his pose is that expressive, which is something I think I struggle with. Though looking at the group as a whole, I think the pose fits right in due to the variety.

I've completed all sketches, and am now moving on to drawing them digitally. I realized their heads are too small for the Sekai art style, but trying to fix that just makes them look weird.

Next up is the 3rd member of the group:

Nobutoshi Akabane

I initially thought of him as the shortest, but once I saw I drew him as a string bean, him and Yuuto swapped heights.

I'm keeping the Sekai the same: Cabin Sekai. It's a snowy cabin with a cozy interior that incorporates places of comfort from the members' lives.

I did Ingo's pose for my graduating picture with some teachers. They posed as the Depot Agents.

I wanted to come up with something quick, and that's the best I could do.

This is a reminder to leave your whumpee absolutely ruined.

Leave them shaking like a leaf, hardly able to draw a breath.

Leave them covered in so many bruises they can barely move without wincing.

Leave them absolutely blanketed in scars that will never fade.

Leave them rocking back and forth, tears streaming down their face in the midst of a panic attack.

Leave them unable to be near another person without eyeing them warily and flinching every time they move.

Leave them so out of it they can’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak, can’t move, can’t think.

Leave them stumbling and tripping over their own feet, scrambling to get back up each time as they try to escape.

Leave them struggling against the encroaching darkness as they bleed out.

Leave them half-drowned, soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to them as they sputter and gasp on the floor.

Leave them shivering, teeth chattering, trying to rub warmth back into their body.

Leave them delirious with fever, head lolling, eyes unfocused, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Leave them begging for mercy, promising to do anything just to make it stop.

Leave them exhausted, barely able to keep their eyes open let alone put one foot in front of the other.

Leave them so broken they can’t bring themself to care about anyone or anything.

Leave them a blubbering mess, stumbling over their words trying to say the right thing to please whumper.

Leave them so mortified by everything that’s happened to them that they don’t even want to be found anymore because they don’t want people to know.