Hey! i deleted the stuff that was up here because i wanted to put the bio, credits & unimportant chatter up here, and the backstory in the "Notes and Credits" section h ah- full image is inside project as i ended up increasing the size so that the quality wasn't so bad i hope it was ok that i didn't follow the palette 100% - i didn't follow it for skin color as i thought it would look really, really weird if he had pink/purple skin lol- and also, it may look a bit off with the palette because this version is shaded! i kept an unshaded version, though, so tell me if i should replace the shaded one w it anyway, thanks to @-Add-Some-Color- for hosting this challenge! it was actually really fun even if anatomy isn't really the thing im best at, heh- also! all song names and credits inside project! they should be in Backdrops the details of my roll are inside the project! --BIO AREA-- Name: Darion Age: 16 Gender: Male Orientation: Bi-ace Likes: Sweets (particularly soft ones) Dislikes: Static electricity Fears: Large crowds, the dark, being touched unexpectedly Comforts: Music, flowers Random facts: Transgender (FtM) --ok useless chatter time-- hey guys! i clicked that generate button 14 times and then it didnt save the image for me and i had to try and save the image three times before i gave up and just took a screenshot. scratch absolutely DESTROYED the quality on this pic i swear i didnt mean for his eyes to be slightly lopsided but yknow what? it works
It’s cold. Quiet. Bright lights, everywhere, paired with off-white walls and tiled floor. He’s curled in on himself, his wings wrapped around him in a desperate attempt to keep himself from getting too cold, but all that it’s accomplished is making himself feel colder. He didn’t ask to be here. He didn’t want to be here. What he wanted more than anything was something to fix himself, make himself look normal, not like the freak that he was, that he is right now. They told him they would fix him, when they brought him here, from off the streets. They lied. All they had done was make things worse, make it painful for him to even breathe. They’d locked him up here and there was no escape, nothing, and where would he go, anyway? The whole reason he’s even here is because he’s a pathetic, useless freak of nature. Nobody wanted him. He pulls his wings closer to himself in a vague attempt to comfort himself. It doesn’t work. All he can feel is the cold, chilling him to the bone, and the pain, everywhere, making everything seem blurry and unreal. The door swings open, interrupting his thoughts. He jolts up in alarm, skittering backwards and pulling his wings closer. A soft whine escapes from him as he internally mutters a prayer to himself, keeping his eyes focused the ground. Footsteps. Coming closer. He doesn’t dare look up, out of hopelessness and fear. Something touches him. Or, rather, someone touches him. He flinches back, and he hears them sigh quietly. A pair of arms wraps around him, and he struggles for a second before falling limp. Better to give them nothing to be angry about. “Shh,” whispers a voice, soft and gentle. He doesn’t recognize it. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
