#tekken8collab

The Purple Lightning - Reina Mishima

my 1/2 part on the Tekken collab that i participated on discord server! I was on vacuum for a month to learn more about render and trying out new brush! So this is my new render style hehe^-^ i hope people like it! But i gotta learn more, still ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Reina's third Alt skin a bit hard to draw, but i had fun doing it! change of pace as well^-^! The skin is my favorite skin of Reina, hehe! Any Reina mains, here?:D

I've drawn Jin for the Tekken8 fanart collab to celebrate its 2nd season. Everyone worked hard on their art - be it fanart or fanfiction - so please make sure to check all the works out on Bsky, Twitter and AO3 with the following tag: #tekken8collab (Bsky link).

Happy 1st Anniversary for TEKKEN 8! 🔥

Thanks for letting me to be part of this collaboration project again! I draw Kuma and Mr. Salmon this time 🐻🐟

The White Angel of Death or White Reaper ?

Lost

The alarm blared noisily in the morning. A hand fumbled on the bedside table searching for it to switch it off. However, the man lying in bed was already awake. He turned over, staring at the wall, his eyes red from fatigue. The trip to Italy had left him shattered, both physically and mentally. He had spent two days without leaving the house. He was exhausted, in every sense.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself at all hours since the encounter with that woman. He thought that meeting Nina Williams would provide him with answers. That he would uncover the identity of his biological parents and discover the origins of his birth.

All he received was a stab in the stomach upon learning the harsh reality. As he had suspected, the reason for his birth was for experimentation. Furthermore, his biological mother had rejected him in the worst possible way. He couldn't blame her; she had been forced to have him. He hadn't expected a hug from her, but perhaps kinder words. Even so, he helped her escape from the soldiers who were pursuing her. Upon returning to the UK, he sank into misery. He was lost. He no longer had a purpose.

He got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. Just as he was about to pour milk into the tea, he received a call from his boxing gym coach. What started as a call from a concerned mister ended up turning into a heated argument. Steve accidentally knocked the cup, which shattered as soon as it hit the floor. The blond, furious, hung up the call and smashed the carton of milk he was holding against the floor. He struck the fridge with all the strength his left arm could muster, but was met with a sharp pain in his knuckles in return. He grabbed his hand, trying to ease the burning sensation somehow, but only felt the scar on his left arm, reminding him of what had been. What should have been. He fell to his knees on the floor, crying in frustration, wondering what his place in the world was.

"That bloody screeching noise again" Steve thought, another morning. It had been another night where he couldn't get a wink of sleep. At least he wouldn't have any more nightmares that way. He turned off the alarm and closed his eyes, seeking the arms of Morpheus. His peace would be short-lived upon hearing the doorbell. He got up and walked to the door, irritated. He was about to shout at the source of his disturbance when he saw his parents, his adoptive parents.

"Mum? Dad?" he looked at them incredulously and stepped aside to let them pass. His mother quickly hugged him and kissed his cheek. His father went to prepare tea in the kitchen, while his mother took Steve to the living room to explain that his coach had contacted them to discuss what had happened the day before.

"Blimey, it's not like I'm fifteen" Steve murmured, annoyed.

"Darling, you may not be fifteen, but we're worried about you" his mother said sadly. "You don't leave the house, you don't go to training. What happened in Italy that affected you so much?"

Steve sighed and lifted his gaze from the floor. He saw his father coming in with three cups of hot Earl Grey tea. He couldn't bear to keep looking at their worried eyes and broke down. He told them everything that had happened. Everything he remembered and the nightmares it caused him. Everything he had researched and everything that happened to him in his quest for the truth he so desperately wanted to know, which had consumed his life until then.

"I don't know who I am anymore" Steve declared through sobs.

"Our son" his father smiled. Steve looked at them in surprise, with glassy eyes.

"Come home for a while. Don't shut yourself away here" his mother comforted him gently. The boy simply nodded, embracing them. Suddenly, he felt transported back to when he was six years old, when he finally found a house, a home, and a family that loved him.

Two months later, Steve was a completely different person. Returning to his parents' house helped him a great deal. He had remembered what kind of child he had been after being adopted. He rediscovered the reason he had learned to box, by having casual sparring sessions with his father, and in his mind, a new idea of his professional future was slowly taking shape. He began to call his trainer frequently to discuss his new ideas for applying them to combat. Additionally, he consulted his friends, Paul and Marshall, to ask about martial arts techniques.

Mistery Man

"Good morning, Raven" I said cheerfully.

"Good morning" he replied tersely.

The more days passed, the more he caught my attention. I tried to find information about him in my boss's files, but there was nothing. He was a man without a name, the only thing that distinguished him from others at first glance was the X-shaped scar on his face. Even so, if you asked anyone, they would say they couldn’t remember what his face looked like. A common and forgettable face, marked by an X.

It took me a while to realise that I hadn’t seen Raven for a long time. One early morning, I asked my boss about it.

"Mr Chevalier, has something happened to Raven?"

"Why should I answer that question to a secretary?" he said with a smile.

"He was a man who often came to speak with you. I've only just noticed his absence."

Victor merely nodded and continued explaining my tasks for the day. The question of what had happened to him spun around in my head. And that question led to others. 'Where does he come from?', 'How did he get the scar?', 'What does he feel?', 'What does he think?', 'Does he have a name?'

After two years, I saw him one morning. He came to meet with Mr Chevalier as he usually did, as if no time had passed. For a moment, in shock, I couldn’t articulate a word and simply opened the door for him.

"Good morning" he greeted me as always.

"R-Raven" I said as I regained my senses, "Where have you been?"

He paused and looked at me, noticing my surprise. "Training".

"And is that it? Did no one worry about you?" I asked somewhat sadly.

"No one should, it's my job."

"Don't you feel anything? I mean, no one knows anything about you. I feel like I'm greeting a man who doesn't exist".

He noticed my worried expression, sighed, and approached my desk while removing his glasses.

"I don't know anything about who I was, or who I will be. I only know this. I only know how to hide, because that's what my job consists of. To be effective, quick, and invisible. I've accepted it and I don't feel bad".

His eyes bore into mine. I had never seen his eyes before. They were indifferent, serious, stoic... But at that moment, I glimpsed a hint of emotion in them.

"I understand" I glanced back at the computer momentarily. "But... whenever you come by here, I will greet you as I always do. Because to me, you exist, Raven" I smiled at him and managed to elicit a small smile from him as well. Then he stood up and went into Mr. Chevalier's office.

After the meeting with Victor, Raven came out. I was surprised, as he had never come out that way before. I only ever saw him enter.

"See you soon" he said goodbye to me.

City Law

"Your movements must be more precise! You need to use your opponent's strength to your advantage" I told one of my students.

I sense a bad omen about us very soon. It is strange that New York has not yet been affected by the war; however, I sense that this is about to change.

I recalled the words of an old friend of mine, Wang Jinrei. He told me that the instinct of a martial artist was rarely wrong, and that one must use their skills for good. It was during my last trip to China. The last time I saw him, he mentioned that he would go to find Jinpachi Mishima, a friend of his who had been consumed by demons because of his son. I never heard from him again.

"Mr Smith, a girl has just arrived at the dojo" one of my students said hurriedly.

"Let her in" I replied.

"Grandpa Leroy!" the little girl ran up to me.

"Xiaoyou, how are you?" I smiled upon recognising her, and soon Sugar, who had been napping, got up to greet her as well. "What are you doing here?"

Then I saw the girl's face darken. She told me that Kazuya had come to the city to wreak havoc, and that Jin was still missing. What I feared most was coming true. I immediately prepared my students for the fierce battle that would loom over New York, and I sought help from my old friend's student.

The day arrived, and we did everything we could to protect the citizens, but Kazuya seemed invincible. Then, Jin fell from the sky, confronted his father, and managed to neutralise him, but he disappeared again.