maladaptive daydreaming sideblog

breaking out of my usual inktober style bc august deserves to be in color ;)

“You made me to be better….”

“I’ll be back before you know it. Right here, just like this.”

“I know you will, but swear it anyway.”

“I swear it.”

I live for August’s boots b y e

And surprise, I love the smell of rain. Come @ me.

I used your boy Dmi for this one because I love you (and him) very much, and I’m SO excited to have you as part of our team now ;3 ✨

NSFW

August runs their fingers over the ever-growing pile of paperwork that sits upon Dmitry’s desk, appraising his reports with a curious eye.

Steam seeps from underneath the bathroom door, and they think about him standing underneath the spray of hot water, resisting the urge to barge in and ignore the fact they have work to do.

“We’re going to be late.”

Dmitry offers them a laugh, a delicious, raspy thing that makes their cheeks burn hot even without the luxury of being able to see his inevitably handsome smirk.

“You’re an hour early, August. If you want speed, why don’t you come join me?”

They huff, tucking a fallen curl behind their ear as they sit upon the end of his bed, grimacing at the distinct lack of comfort. “I can assure you that wouldn’t speed you up.”

Another laugh, and this time August smiles with him. The door creaks as it opens, and Dmitry appears before them in only a towel slung indecently around his waist.

Their eyes rove his form, tracing the scar that cuts through his perfect torso, fingers twitching against cheap sheets as they remember how it feels beneath their lips.

They swallow thickly as he towels his long hair, his mismatched eyes not leaving them for a second. “Do get dressed. Such cheap distractions will not work on me.”

Realizing their horrible mistake and how much Dmitry adores a challenge, they sigh as he steps closer with intent, taking their chin between forefinger and thumb. “Cheap? Low blow, my love.”

Their mouth twists to the side in a poorly stifled smirk, their body already singing for him, set alight by even the most simple of touches. “Get dressed.”

He hovers over them as if he’s stalking prey, the self-satisfied smile that crosses his lips both infuriating and thrilling. “You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”

Gold and green flash bright in the early morning sunshine, and August doesn’t protest when Dmitry splays a broad palm against their chest, pushing back until they’re flush against the mattress.

The fastenings of their tunic are pliant for him, the soft fabric falling open, warmth seeping bone-deep as he drags calloused fingertips down their partially exposed chest. “Is that why you’re such a deplorable pain in the arse all the time?”

OK, I haven’t drawn in like 10 years, but in the end, after monthes of hardcore fandoming for several Visual Novels, all your fantabulous drawings slowly but surely gave me the urge to give it a try, again.

Have a bit of my lovely baby August Willenheim, from the game WTNC, in their Lunaris Festival outfit. <3

It’s clumsy, my hands and eyes are rusted, and I can’t do anything but pencil on paper (don’t talk to me about tablets or… color? what is that?) and YES of course I absolutely had a photographic reference, it’s not out of the blue from my head

BUT

HEY

all in all I’m relatively happy and not too ashamed.

Thank you, devs and fandoms, for pushing me into drawing again.