Au Where Everyone Becomes Their Pfp Go

This is so fucking cute and beautiful....

Exploring V2 and Mirage's dynamic for the battle of bands au! I apologize for the shitty doodles, I hope the text is somewhat legible lol

Mirage was on the verge of quitting music making when V2 first met her. Through V2's earnest curiosity and support, Mirage starts to feel there's a new purpose for the music she makes. V2 also becomes influenced by Mirage, learning to develop her own sense of identity and find love in making music with Mirage.

If only this could have lasted forever....

Bonus doodle below!:

V2 likes to tease Mirage a lot, finding her overreactions super cute :3c

Left-handed Ena Dream BBQ fan animation yayyy

"Me olvidarás"

Hello friendo!! I did not notice it was you until I read the user helpp 😭 It was a really pleasant surprise though:)

Awesome art!! :D

uhhhuuuhhhhh gabriel is my favorite i want to be like him (worst choice of an inspiration ever)

um for those who are wondering. whhhyyy does gabriel have a bandana around his neck. liike i give that to characters i like. so. yeah. its basically just a award (i also CANNOT draw him without it)

AND FIRST IMAGE IS BAD DONT MENTION IT DONT MENTION IT

also hi clover

Super busy with college projects rn so heres som Rue doodles.,.

Au where Minos' prime soul returns to his original, decimated body after it dissipated

Him huddling over the husks, using his body as shelter... He couldn't even soothe them, too overcome with horror at himself. He just stared at them and cried.

They gathered before him, and he dared not to reach for them.

Eventually, one husk step forward and held their arms out to him. Carefully, so very carefully, he lowered a hand to them and they hugged his finger, just like they did the day he died.

His hands were horribly disfigured and covered in untold amounts of blood, yet the motions were so familiar when he traced their face with a fingertip.

Days blend one into another as they find shelter in the ruined city. It hurt him to leave them, but he roamed the layer, seeking survivors. Every shadow that fled from him is another knife in his heart, but he persevered. He had to.

It never got quite crowded at their little refuge, but there's enough husks that the sound of people stopped getting drowned out by the howling winds. They cleaned out rooms and held each other and grieved for countless bodies. Minos knelt before the seemingly eternal pyre and ran through prayer after prayer until his mangled vocal chords gave out.

Still, he did not feel any closer to forgiveness.

Minos can barely talk with his death wounds, but he hums all the time. Lullabies, elegies, old love songs from the city's heydays. The husks join in with whatever sound they can make. Just as often, they screech melodies and make him sing along, rowdy bar songs and ballads full of dirty jokes, trying to make him laugh.

He's turned rather touch aversed, because sometimes when he's holding his people, his muscle memory reminded him of how it feels to crush them in his hands. He tolerated his people's affections because he had to be there for them.

reminder that today is Mirage and Minos' birthday so don't forget to draw cool art of them (if you feel like it)!

Self-Contemplating together

This is based off of that one Tomodachi image I keep seeing everywhere

still trying to figure out how this platform works lel i wanna try and post on tumblr more often dreams end come true by @mothcpu