we miss you nyro montoya

im syd! she/her, 21, in school for digital media design, and i write and illustrate on the side.

im currently focused on doctors orders, a story focusing on nyro montoya, chip dante and how losing your best friend feels kind of like the world ending. also they like like each other. my ao3 drso short story masterpost!

take the doctors orders character quiz here!

if you want to draw my ocs GO FOR IT! i follow the #drso tag!

if we are mutuals we can be friends #friendshipforever. my art is always ok to reblog. even wips. in fact i love reblogs

i block freely... sorry not sorry... don't let that scare you though

some tags for you to browse and peruse on my blog: my art - #my art my ocs - #my ocs doctors orders - #drso, #nyro, #chip, #breanna, #chloe

CONTENT WARNING: mature themes. drugs and alcohol talked about frequently. i love sex but i try not to post anything explicit here. would love it if minors are not interacting with my work.

MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN ON VGEN!

her closet is full of these kinds of shirts, she discovers. she struggles through the hangers, eyeing each one carefully. she doesn’t have any t-shirts that arent in a size small or extra small.

why did her 21 year old self decide it was so great to wear crop-tops all the time? don’t get her wrong, she loves to. but it gets to a point. especially when she needs to wear anything but a small.

she looks off to the side. on her dresser is chip’s pajamas - a sweatshirt from her college and a pair of hollister sweatpants. hollister is some kind of joke, nyro thinks. but the mens section looks so cute on chip, so she can’t be mad. 

nyro picks the sweatshirt up tentatively. she presses her nose to the fabric, and inhales. it still smells like her. it makes her feel a little sick, knowing she’s gone out.

she’s not even gone for a long time. she’ll be back in three hours. three hours is too much. nyro pulls it over her shoulders. extra large always feels absurd on her, but the warmth negates all sizing issues.