SHAMELESS HEADCANONS BEFORE THE SERIES
OKAY, I love shameless, although I don't know if it has a fandom, I'm going to write a couple of headcanons (I have to admit that this series has a very important place in my heart)
Que bien me cae Lip-
Frank tended to disappear a few times a month, come back in days. Fiona was used to it by now, but still every time he disappeared she couldn't help but worry a lot.
She would even ask people if they had seen him, when she would pass by a bar she would try to see if she saw him inside.
Although in the end that situation normalized him and he no longer worried unless he was away for a long time or it was the day of payment.
Fiona sometimes seemed to be forever mad at everyone for her situation. Shortly before Debbie was born, she used to argue a lot with Lip, about things around the house.
Sometimes it seemed like they hated each other, Ian was much calmer, he didn't like to fight with Fiona or Lip, when there were problems he would leave the house for a walk.
Lip and Fiona were practically throwing things at each other one day. It was a horrible fight, Frank wasn't home, Monica had been gone for months, and Ian was tired.
They had reached the point where neither of them could be at the same table without fighting, which was normal, Lip was 12 years old, Fiona 16 and they both have a lot of character.
To be honest, neither Fiona nor Lip remember what the discussion was about. They both yelled at each other before locking themselves in their room and didn't come out until it was time for dinner.
Ian was long gone, his initial plan was to take a long walk, return shortly before dinner, or dine somewhere with the few bills in his pocket. Then he saw the train and wanted to catch it, who knows, maybe it was a little late, but who cared?
Take a little detour, avoid the conductor, if he pretended to be asleep when he went for the tickets, everything would be fine. Pretending to be asleep, not really falling asleep. Perhaps it was the fatigue accumulated over the rest of the days or perhaps simply the comfortable constant rattle of the train that made him fall into the arms of Morpheus.
The conductor woke him up, the train had finished its journey and it was time for him to get off.
"What? Where I am?" He asked.
"You're on Lake view kid." The man answered.
Ian woke up fully, got up and ignoring the conductor, rushed out of the station to check that it was true.
On the other hand, Lip and Fiona were starting to worry, Ian was nowhere to be found, but instead of looking for a solution they preferred to start blaming each other.
"Fiona, didn't you see him leave or what?" Lip looked somewhere between worried and angry.
"I was sleeping, plus your window faces the street, you could have seen him leave easier. It's not my fault!" Fiona replayed on an even worse tone.
"Then whose fault is it? Because Frank wasn't even here. You can't blame him for once." He said pretending to be sarcastic.
Both were arguing when the door opened, they ran thinking it was Ian, but instead they found Frank. Reeking of alcohol, as always. The boys' look showed clear disappointment, and Frank, thinking it was because of him, responded.
"What?" He said confused.
"It's not because of you, Frank." Fiona said rolling her eyes.
"Ian is missing." Lip answered, but Fiona smacked him on the arm and whispered.
"Why do you tell him?" "Because maybe he knows where Ian is." He answered quietly.
"Little vermin, I'm drunk, not deaf." He said unsteadily a bit. "Although no, I have no idea where the red-haired creature is."
"God Frank, his name is Ian and he's your son." Said Lip somewhat annoyed.
"Are you really surprised?" Fiona said mocking Lip's comment.
By that time, Frank had already settled on the sofa, preparing to sleep without worrying about his son.
Lip and Fiona were too busy arguing loudly to let him sleep. He put the pillow over their ears and squeezed hard to see if they would shut up.
Then the minutes passed and the discussion got worse, like this morning and like every day. Frank was rarely there and didn't usually pay attention to them, but this time it was annoying.
He got up without warning and raised his voice, much louder than Fiona and Lip, he could be heard perfectly from the street.
"It's enough, fucking normal that Ian has taken off if you spend the day like this." Lip and Fiona fell silent instantly, not that they had never seen Frank yell at them before. It was just weird that he would do it for a topic like that. "You're brothers and if Ian is missing the way you say, you should go looking for him. Don't waste time arguing over whose fault it is, because it's clearly both of you. For being insufferable."
Something in Lip and Fiona made them listen to Frank and they went out looking for him. For once together and without arguing.
They searched everywhere and were about to give up the search, because it was useless, Ian was nowhere. Fiona was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Lip was holding her shoulder as they walked home, trying to hide it but he was just as worried. Hours had passed.
Then at the door there was a red-haired boy, who curiously had left the keys inside his home. He wouldn't stop yelling the names of his brothers, even though he had assumed that surely they would all be asleep by now.
Lip and Fiona ran out to hug him, nearly taking his breath away. Then the door of the house opened, it was Frank, he had woken up by the noise.
He knew better than anyone that all he had done was sleep, that there was no place for him in that embrace, so without saying anything he left the door open and turned around. Although he smiled nicely when he saw the situation resolved in the best way.
"I'm so sorry, Fiona." Ian said, his voice shaking. Ian felt guilty, he really didn't want to worry them, he just wanted to get away from that environment for a while.
"It's okay, we're glad to have you home again."
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Sha, or Shamel. Eighth born and youngest of the original Derula. Sole parent to Sahmel (SlenderMan), Edamel (TrenderMan), and Fenmil (SplendorMan).
Derula rarely bare their teeth at one another. Doing it is basically like pulling a knife on someone. So they tend to keep their mouths closed and teeth mostly retracted so as not to unintentionally flash them. Here, though, you can see that Sha has his mouth ripped open and teeth on full display. They’re quite sharp too. As for how large they can make them, it’s kinda unclear (loose canon stuff) but for the most part Derula have six sets of canines in the top row and four on the bottom. Their other teeth are still fairly sharp, although they aren’t all fang shaped.
Naturally, the operator symbol has been worked into being the “family” symbol (cause i’m a basic bitch idk lol). In this case, it’s more a rune or seal which can summon one of the family if imbued with the correct magics. Sha, having no skin blemishes on his face, is a representation of that symbol. That’s not to say the other seven original Derula have facial blemishes, but more so that Sha just chose the most simple way of representing himself and the beginning of his line when he made the rune. (and yes, he was annoyed when his youngest created, Fenmil (Splendor to us) happened to emerge with eye like blemishes. Even more pissed to learn how pacifistic Splendor turned out to be).
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I feel like i’m finally getting back into the swing of things with drawing, but it still pisses me off that i’m not better at anatomy stuff (despite the fact i’ve never really done it seriously and should allow myself a learner’s permit when it comes to basic mistakes). It’s especially frustrating floundering around trying to develop more of my own style and wanting it to be detailed yet still simple, but always either going too far one way or the other and never being happy regardless how “good” other people seem to think it is ^^;
So far, knowing i’m going to attach informational/lore blurbs to these has kinda helped in motivating me to draw them, but i’m always smashing my head through a wall just to start the damn idea and more often than not my skull cracks before a dent is made in the wall. Here’s hoping i can keep what little positive vibes i currently have going for me that’s dragging me through making anything at all.
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