#reilley

A commission i did for Jaren_Zuryo <3, he wanted me to draw his character Jaren giving his sister Reilley a piggy back ride on the beach <3.

This is really fun to draw!! and gosh im so proooud on how the background came out! finally another piece to add to my collection of “background i drew myself” X’D

=w= why hello there, dear.

Green: 8 facts about appearance

I have a wide forehead

Hazel nut eyes 

Short af

Stomach rolls lol

Wavy dark brown hair

TONED CALVES HECK YEA

Uh… thick thighs??

I have a scars on my left knee and shin

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

Satan incarnate INTP  (if you piss them off, no one can save you ok)

Loyal and honest with what you need to hear not want

Has a thing for the male booty

Invites me to sin and talk shit together

Wants someone they can call ‘OPPONENT’

Pink: 4 facts about my parents

My dad is of Indian-Portuguese descent

My mom is of Chinese-Dutch descent

Dad loves to troll my younger brother and I with dad jokes

Mom drives me up the wall nearly 90% of the time but we can chill on rare instances (though we mostly argue a lot)

with likeangelwings

It didn’t matter how big the city was, Maya would find a way to feel restless in it. It’d been like that in Connecticut, too. But it was different there. She had friends, a life, and she had certain remedies, regardless of how “wrong” people found them, that helped that restlessness. A night out with some booze, some close friends, and whatever substance she could get her hands on usually fixed those feelings right up. But here, even if it was New York, that was hardly an option. SHIELD had definitely made her options clear: toe the line or get locked up.

Toeing the line also wasn’t easy for her. Although she’d never abused her power over technology, hell, she barely even understood it, she didn’t like how restrained it’d become. She used to be able to use it to help her mom, and her friends, and herself, when it seemed right. That was all over now. Everything she valued was all over. Freedom, her friends, her mom, and partying - which, yes, she wasn’t proud of it, but it kept her sane. And without it, the cravings were driving her up the wall.

That’s how she ended up out here, pacing some weird side street away from the city’s core, hoping that maybe she’d run into someone that could hook her up. If she did, she’d blame fate, and if she didn’t, she’d curse fate. The street she was on seemed quiet for New York, which she both resented and valued. Since moving in with all the other mutants, she’d barely ever gotten quiet. Having your own room, she’d quickly learned, didn’t necessarily mean peace.

When Maya heard footsteps entering where she paced, she was hopeful for all the wrong reasons. She knew enough to know that dealers didn’t dress in trench coats and look sketchy, so she wasn’t about to assume anything until she actually spoke to them. And if it was just a stranger, that wasn’t bad either. She loved meeting people, for the most part. Her eyes fell upon a woman, one that surprisingly, she knew from school. Her name was Reilley, and she would put money on it that she wasn’t packing much of anything besides some crazy abilities like everyone else at Xaiver’s.