#elistafet

I'm genuinely really curious to know which of the seven deadly sins you would assign to which character.

I'll post my own version a bit later, where I'll break down in detail who I think fits which sin pride, envy, wrath, etc.

But here's something else that cracks me up. The contrast. Toffee looks so compact standing next to two actual giants, Rasticore and Seth. And that's what I love about him. He has room for a sense of his own imperfection. The motivation to compensate for his less monstrous size with intelligence. That's such a great explanation for why he's so detached from the other monsters. How different he is.

I had made this for my friend, @precollst !

It serves as words of encouragement and just something I'd thought would be nice to do! I think Elistafet had come out very cute, I find her very fun to sketch 🦎

It's almost the end of the year, I hope you'll enjoyed the upcoming year. Have lots of happiness, take care of yourself, and don't get sick. May you live a long life.

I finished this, my back is killing me, but I did it!

Here, in this time, they are still so young. Toffee still wears his crown of branches — he hasn't renounced the throne yet, he remains a prince. This is one of my favorite details about the local monsters: their crowns, woven from twigs and shoots. They feel so raw, so primal — a perfect reflection of their untamed nature.

The new style he's showing off now goes against everything the old traditions stand for. Maybe it's his personal act of rebellion against his ancestors' ways. Or maybe — it's a quiet symbol of his identity slowly slipping away.

It's curious how the immortal monsters adorn themselves with bones and skulls. You could read it as a sort of mockery of death — the one thing that, unlike everything else, simply cannot touch them.

Elstafet, on the other hand, prefers to keep her hood on. She tries not to stand out, to blend in with the other snakes and meet their standards. But of course, it's all in vain. The Uroboros wear white to set themselves apart — to signal their elevation, their distance from other monsters.

From a young age, Uroboros are taught to dance and sing. It's a core part of their self-expression — an art meant to bring delight to other monsters. But after the war began, Elstafet never made a sound again. And the disability she gained has forever taken away her ability to touch any instrument.

Their ideals here are so different that, if they were free monsters living on Mewni without the Butterflys, they would never have chosen to work together.

My attempts to repeat the cartoon style

I like this seductive neckline on Toffee's chest, it was the best decision to add it.

Hoarding Disorder🐍🦎

Hoarding Syndrome in Elistafet and Toffee, and the latter having to deal with it. The clash of their defense mechanisms.

Toffee possesses very low emotional intelligence, and for this reason, his help in curing a mental illness remains limited. His world is built on control and clear agreements, and in his relationship with Elista, he offers only these tools—requests, deadlines, obligations—leaving the deeper layers of trauma unaddressed. He understands the reasons for her condition and sees the logic behind every step, but his own emotional apparatus does not grant him access to the levers that could unravel this knot, so he remains within the bounds of his competence, registering external manifestations instead of facilitating internal transformation.

I'm just overcoming the art block..