(Second panel is NOT my art. All credit goes to scout_ish on Twitter.... X?? Idfk man, eat the rich, I hate this, I'm still calling it Twitter.)
ANYWHO
Now, is it the fact he's hilarious? Is it because he wears a mask? Is it the because Alex Brightman voices him? OR, is it because he plays guitar and I'm definitely part of the problem with stereotypes?
The amswer is E) all of the above
I blame all the fanart people do of him and two cosplayers in particular.
denki.darling
and
Har_Fie
I'm not even gonna try to justify this one. He's just silly, which in my book, is atractive.
I had a brief moment of terror when I accidentally hit some keys on my laptop and suddenly could only view one layer at a time and had no idea how to fix it.
I panicked. I almost cried. It wasn't pretty.
Luckily restarting Krita fixed the issue. Didn't fix the issue of me feeling like a dumbass but anyway—
Anyway, most of the dynamics of rendering his face and sunglasses are done. Working on his hair now, but I may shift focus back to skin rendering. Or I might jump headfirst into the feathers. Who knows? I'm technically not even done with the line art, I still want to do more hatching around his neck and chest/abdomen.
Doffy is a chaotic mfer and that energy is definitely leaking into this project.
Also thanks to my Spotify algorithm, as well as my own inclination to associate music with everything, I will now forever associate Doflamingo with System of a Down. Loud and flashy, jumping between chill and unhinged without warning, sometimes poignant and philisophical yet sometimes silly and nonsensical.
I'm specifically cursed to think of him every time I hear "Toxicity" now.
"The toxicity of our city, of our city—"
"You, what do you own, the world? How do you own disorder? Disorder?"
"When I became the sun, I shone life into the mens' hearts"
Everything is in disorder under his rule, but he doesn't regard that; in his own eyes he might as well be the sun, so bright and vibrant that others should either bask in his light or fall into his shadow.
Such a happy lil dictator. Just a silly lil sociopathic puppy 💗 Gonna pat him on the head and sentence him to rot in prison for the rest of his mortal years ☺️💕
friendly reminder that our beloved travis is toxic in any and every romantic relationship because he will never love anyone as much as he loves michael, so for that reason he should stay single and get therapy🫶🏻
i wish there was more val velocity content i need to rip him to shreds with my teeth and beat him up and put him through a meat grinder and smooch him on the forehead and hug him and shoot him with my ray gun and ghost him and step on him and tell him its gonna be okay and put him in a salad spinner and
yall i hvae been getting angry at this. this be ai tee cee eihtch has been following me everywhere. i go to my kitchen? boom. hes there. staring. watching. i cant sleep with him around
+ he makes me put him to bed every night 🙄🙄
photo evidence of the crime (low quality bcuz its a security camera obvi)
happy almost halloween !! 🎃💗 i know this was your last otis request, but the spirit came to me and i ended up writing it first 🤷♀️ i hope you enjoy !! WARNING for implied(?) smut, blood, wounds and otis being a little freaky. 😈
torn stitches
"Now see what you gone 'n done," Otis tuts, poking at your side with a grimy finger.
The line of stitches that stretched up your side, had torn open. Only the stitches at each end of the wound had held.
You winced when you saw it, the pain only making its way to your synapses once you actually saw the blood start to ooze up again.
"Shit," you complained. There's a dull feeling in the back of your head telling you that you should be more concerned. But you brush it away.
Pulling yourself off of Otis, your hips aching from being straddled across him for the last round, you lay back on the sweaty bed sheet.
Otis rolls onto his side to keep looking at you. He moves his finger down the length of the wound until he reaches the trickle of blood heading towards your hip. He wipes it up and sucks his finger into his mouth.
"Freak," you laugh, but you moan at the taste of copper on his tongue when he kisses you.
Every episode ends and I’m left to figure out whether I love or hate Ray. He does so many shitty things but he’s so pathetic I can’t help but feel sorry for him.
I want to dissect Br!Phil in a lab and look into his brain to understand why on earht he thought that maybe adopting Br!Ranboo while his sons, both of whom he already has a rocky relationship with, are away was a good idea that wouldn’t just furthur tear apart the family.
Like, what hurdles did you have to jump past to reach that conclusion. Is he just that oblivious or deep in his denial?