#sekichiro

This size gap

Big waifu 💪

SEKIRO SKETCH DUMPPP!! Mostly Genikiro haha, I've been absolutely head over heels for this game oh my god. Typical of my patterns with Fromsoft games, my mild interest turns into full-blown obsession. Going for that platinum as we speakk

Been reading Kei_B's Whiskers, Wanderings, and What-ifs on AO3 and felt inspired to make art! I love kitten Kuro so much. The others were very much spur-of-the-moment drawings when talking with my Sekibestie, Mush! ...or, sometimes I'd wake up with a vision LOL

(Peaceful Ashina AU) Lord Genichiro try to beat Guardian Ape, and he succeeded.

But he failed to propose...

Inktober 2019, Day 31 — When the Flesh Is Ripe

There's silence. Minutes go by. If Genichiro awaited a threat, the gleam of a sword being wielded by his foe, it never comes. Tears feel warm on his cold face; his efforts to preserve the land drain away from his fingers. He is angry, broken... defeated. He hides his face from his enemy, hair falling over like a cascade of black. For a moment, he considers... he studies the shinobi's silent stance. "Or you could use that thing to get rid of my agony." Genichiro mutters. "I don't have anything left, anyway."

He hears the shinobi's breath shifting closely, the rustling of clothes... then someone kneeling beside him. Genichiro feels the weight of a cold hand on his bare shoulder. Perfectly carved fingers clutching onto him.

A comfort.

"Lord Genichiro..." Wolf says. "Look up."

But he doesn't. If anything, he grips the hilt of his katana, tighter, until knuckles grind in discomfort. He refuses to let him see his misery etched in his eyes. He bares his teeth, a beast ready to bite-

But then, warmth envelops him and he tenses up.

His cheek comes to press against a blood soaked scarf. He catches on the smell of iron and sweat masked by a heavy flowery aroma. Genichiro sighs. Wolf's arms feel steady around his shaky frame, his jaw perfectly nested on his head. His fingers soon loosen around the hilt, and he breathes.

"I - promised I would restore Ashina." Genichiro weeps. "This land was my everything."

Wolf nods, and in a flush of understanding, buries his face into the mess of black hair. He wasn't the only one who'd lost something (or someone) that night.