Drew my robot S.A.H.U (Super Android Hero Unit) for RobotDay on Newgrounds! On a ruined Ghetto Earth, SAHU longs for a day of rest and peace. And he doesn't think all the violence and murder he does seems to get any closer to that goal despite what his Creator says. Perhaps it's an impossible dream...?

I have been actually drawing more of the next pencil comic part of SAHU (AGAIN), so its on the way. And I NEED to get back to posting the colored version on Webtoon...so much coloring to do!!!

But yeah if you want to read what I posted so far on SAHU the comic in color you can go on Webtoons here: www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/…

                           I  AM  BURNED  OUT  /  I  SMELL  OF  SMOKE         

   IT should be something he brushes off, it’s a simple gesture and yet so intimate and foreign. even now, when the intimacy is familiar, EXPECTED, a flutter and a warmth in his heart is ever-present. truth be told, seto could never say he thought he would get this far. the way that he presents his feelings, albeit not in the most EFFECTIVE way, he can admit, translated well enough to come to this point, and he has to be thankful that atem understood.

   the flush on his face is very noticeable, but he finds he doesn’t mind it as he lets their fingers entwine as they walk. a walk to get coffee, an activity that he once was content indulging in alone, now shared between them. and it’s BLISSFUL happiness.

FUCK YOU, GOATMAN. // accepting @sahuka

   UNFORTUNATELY, seto is too preoccupied with the darkness beyond to pay attention to what ATEM was up to. and, unfortunately, it would cost him. a sigh escapes lips as he prepares to give atem his attention, and he immediately jumps. trust him to be the one that catches him completely off-guard. 

     || Blurted Words || @sahuka

unprompted. // @sahuka

   A SLEEPY, WARM, CASUAL AFTERNOON. as much as he’d like to avoid admitting it, it’s the most relaxed he’s been in as long as he can remember. his coat draped over a rack near the door of his office, lounging in a t-shirt atem picked from their latest shopping endeavor, he leans back against the plush material of the office couch with a game controller in hand. they’d been playing together, seto’s eyes focused on the TV, when he feels soft pressure against his shoulder. 

   “ …oh. ” he’s asleep, and instead of shaking him awake, he sets the controller aside and closes his own eyes. perhaps a nap would do them both some good.

     “Now isn’t this a SIGHT,” Tanned lips curl into an AMUSED smirk, steps halting with a significant distance between himself and the other, “The dear Pharaoh all by himself. No slaves or cheerleaders around to support you?” There’s a hidden snarl in his words, violet eyes narrowing dangerously.      “Don’t you know its UNWISE to lurk in the night. . . somebody may think you’re up to something~”