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deadman wonderland has one (1) redeeming feature and that is the Aesthetic



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Ten seconds left on the clock.

Cass and Balthazar are the only ones remaining, the ball safely in Cass’ hands. One last pass and Balthazar’s life will be saved.

Three seconds left, and the floor disappears under Cass’ feet, sending him into the pit.

“Balthazar, catch!” Triumphant smile on his face, he makes the final pass as he falls.

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welp the shading on balthazar needs to be completely redone, but he definitely looks more proportional than yesterday


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i was rereading the end of deadman wonderland (bc i hate myself obv) and a really neat scene that i thought was in the original manga, was actually something i came up with?

anyways it’s been a shitty, shitty day, but i feel a little bit clever now so

two things actually, what fuck

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i wanted to draw something “quickly” for once, cause i was getting so frustrated with the other one, but it’s already been 8 days and i’m not even close. if i can’t get it done by thursday it’ll have to wait til next week at least lmao


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“Does it always get this hot?” Cass wrinkles his nose.

“Only if you’re wearing a sweater,” Balthazar doesn’t look up from the boiling pot.

“You’re sweating.”

“Well, it’s worth it.”

“If I got that hot even cooking my meal,” Cass observes distastefully, “I wouldn’t be able to stomach eating it, too. I need an ice cream just watching you.”

“If you made your ice cream,” Balthazar smirks, “you’d be too cold to eat it.”

“I’m wearing a sweater.”

Touché.
Balthazar looks up at Cass. “Do you want to make ice cream?”

Maybe, thinks Balthazar, he’s finally caught Cass’ interest.

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i know raphael gets next to 0 attention otherwise so i wish could let this go but i still get REALLY annoyed when he’s included in “ladies of spn”

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“Your mother…”

Cass starts slowly, sitting cross-legged and staring at Balthazar’s cards as he sorts them.

“She must have been to magic users what my grandfather was to engineers, but I’ve never…heard of anyone like that.”

He frowns. “Who was she?”

Eyes on his cards, Balthazar smiles wryly.

“Who are you?” That’s Cass’ real question, but they’ve already asked, and lied, to each other, so he has to find another way.

Then again, what Cass and the others saw today was unheard of. No one in the sky can command the elements the way Balthazar did. Not even the School of Magic can impart such power.

Maybe Cass really is just stunned, letting his awe get the better of his curiousity. Balthazar decides to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Unless…”

Balthazar lifts his head, meeting Cass’ tentative expression.

“‘Unless’…?” he prods, raising his eyebrows. Cass’ next question might clear up his intentions.

“Are you…” Cass asks, “…a Child of the Earth?”

Balthazar blinks, then laughs.

“Oh, no, no,” he shakes his head. “I can tell you that much. I have heartwings, don’t I?”

Cass actually looks surprised.

“Then how–”

“Now, Cassie,” Balthazar chides him affectionately, waving a finger. “If I answer that, you know you have to do the same.”

Cass shuts his mouth abruptly and rolls his eyes, then sighs softly.

“Sorry,” he offers, “it was just so incredible, I-”

“I know.”

Packing away his cards, Balthazar meets his eyes sympathetically. “And…I wish I could tell you. I wish we actually knew each other. Don’t you?”

Cass glances away, eyes falling to the ground. “I might, if I didn’t like you.”

Balthazar tilts his head, taken aback.

But, then again…

“No, I understand,” he says quietly. Cass looks up at him strangely. Balthazar forces a smile, and shrugs.

“Who hides a happy story, right?”

“…Yeah.”

In the silence, Balthazar holds out his hand.

“Someday,” he says. “Someday, we’ll tell each other everything. Promise?”

Cass stares at Balthazar’s hand. He can’t really know what he’s offering, can he? to say such a thing.

Or, worse, maybe he can.

“Someday…” says Cass, “we might not be friends anymore.”

Still, he takes Balthazar’s hand.

“I promise.”

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There’s no light from under the door when Balthazar returns, so he slips inside as quietly as possible.

Cass is a perfect lump under the covers, only his hands and the top of his head visible, even when Balthazar flicks on the desk lamp. He can spy just a hint of the sleeve of Cass’ new pyjamas, the ones they picked out of the catalogue, not technically a matching set with Balthazar’s, but touchingly close.

Balthazar smiles fondly.

Then blinks.

As he climbs into bed, he can tell for sure.

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so it turns out i’ve been working on just these two pics since july 5th

i mean i’m glad at how nice they’re looking and all but god damn

i hate working at such a fucking snail’s pace. it’s not like my brain calms down in the least while i’m working on something specific. there’s so much i wanna get done and i’m just……… so tired of this shit

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in all my fantasy aus i tend to dress cass in dark red or tan & blue (classic mode), and balthazar in…black

don’t get me wrong, he kills it, we all know that, and sometimes it really works (like stella glow or xenoblade)

but i really need to start getting the poor gal into some colours

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new mortal foe: shading. 2/3 of the process so far is me staring wondering where to put a stroke, making one, then erasing it five times. repeat for half a week so far