#harmony sinclair

One of my friends have Nclair but haven't quite gotten a hold on managing his SP. So the Freakclair EGO they have CONSTANTLY tears through their team and it's the funniest thing to me

This image is inspired by that one doodle of Magic Bullet Outis which is under the cut (I TRIED REVERSE IMAGE SEARCHING BUT CANNOT FIND THE OG ARTIST, if you know who it is please let me know and I'll add credit

harmony sinclair has his weird tendency of showing affection. (slight suggestive (?)

whenever sinclair is equipped with this particular ego, you find your patience wearing dangerously thin.

it’s not because of the blood, of course - such things are bound to be a common sign in this hellhole anyway - but rather his peculiar tendency of showing what he insists is “affection for such is a vital sample of unmatched harmony” (whatever that means) via, plainly, biting.

it’s all the more bothersome that, even with prior warnings, you still end up bitten at the most unpredictable times in battle. one moment your focus is locked on the abnormality before you, and the next sinclair lunges in with a maniacal grin, muttering something about “delightful chord” just before his teeth graze your arm.

“sinclair??” you swat him away the moment the pain registers, sharp and immediate as it gnaws into your skin; followed by the warmth of something slowly beginning to seep from the wound.

“the wing- did you just seriously. .” you growl, eyes narrowing with clear irritation as the realization crashed in. yes. he’s done it again. despite it all.

“ah, my apologies. . but the expression you made just now - the tension, the pain. . it resonates so vividly. a most. . fascinating harmony!”

before he can ramble further about this so‑called “harmony” - living up to the name of his ego, you suppose - as if he is not going to pay anything for biting deep into your flesh so unreasonably, your hand comes down hard against his head, ultimately silencing the rest.

or so you thought.

his grin falters for the briefest fraction of a second - before it blooms again, curling across his lips in a way that borders on something almost masochistic.

afterward, you find yourself gazing over at the manager, clearly signaling ‘assistance is required and preferably immediately’, all the while the champagne-haired man resumes scheming about making some sort of ‘chord’ out of you, his voice - tinged with that same unsettling enthusiasm - drifting from one side of your hearing to the other.

. . .

“STOP BITING ME??”

turns out, ignoring his scheming murmurs is not, in fact, beneficial for your poor skin all the time.

more drawings under the cut

HHGFHGSH i was genuinely excited when i heard singing machine is coming to limbus #mygoatishere

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