Bill And His Parents Drawn Like Flatland Bc I Felt It's More Accurate

Bill and his parents drawn like flatland bc I felt it's more accurate

I hc he's like sitting right on the edge of the dimension w just his face so he can fit in better

edit: they're chromatists. forgor to add that in the initial post

⭐ Wilkins Playlist ⭐

Henris and Thatcher warm-up oneshot

I wrote this over a couple days and can't think of anything else to add to it but it was still a very good exercise to play around with their hate-y friendship thing

hope you enjoy it!!!!

A melancholy sigh washed over Henris as he laid on the carpet of the communal apartment atop the bar. It was quiet up there that particular night so no one was there to witness his usual pity party shenanigans. His favourite leatherback sketchbook sat at his fingertips, flat on the floor. He ran his fingers across the subtle indented pattern on the front cover, thinking of his purpose, what he wanted to be, what he wanted to do…and what he was. He rolled onto his back with another sigh.

“I should’ve been an artist..” he muttered to himself. He wished the dream he had of painting his days away and living peacefully were as alive as they were when he dropped out of high school and bought a canvas with his dads money. He wished that leatherback sketchbook beside him would beckon and beg for him to draw in it at least once a day but alas it sat still, as depressed, purposeless and worthless as its owner.

A set of footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs to the apartment, making Henris scramble to his feet and sit on the couch. Rule no.1 of a leader, never let your guard down. His eyes would join with the lense filtered pupils of their medic, Dr Thatcher. Perhaps he was trying too hard to look natural and was staring too intently because yes, she did notice. 

“What’s with the look?” she asked “is there something in my hair?” she continued across the room, removing a book from the shelf.

“No,” Henris replied sharply “you were just in my line of sight, okay? Not everythings gotta be about you”

“Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine tonight.” Thatcher sarcastically rebutted “and for future reference it’s ‘not everything has to be about you’ ” she laughed and muttered, “goodness, sometimes I swear you didn’t even attend elementary..” 

Henris frowned. He hadn’t. 

“Anyways, what are you doing up here all alone? I thought you would’ve been spending time wi- ooh what’s that??” she interrupted her own thoughts as she noticed the sketchbook on the carpet, reaching for it. Henris had grabbed it out of her reach before she even had a chance of snatching it up.

“NO” Henris loudly commanded, “this isn’t for you to look through, missy, so don’t even think about it!” 

Thatcher scoffed “aww, what is it? Your diawy?? Adorable” she sat down on the couch now behind henris with a smug sigh “y’know, for a grown man you’re awfully childish over things like, what is that, a sketchbook?” she stated as she observed the book he was holding to his chest closer, recognising the paper as that of drawing paper “I mean really, get over yourself. You can’t be all confident and powerful but get all fussy about a few drawings…” they held tense eye contact for some time after she finished, before Henris huffed and threw the book at her.

“Fine.” he caved. “you’re lucky I tolerate you” he continued to fester as she flicked through the pages of his sketchbook, feeling like parts were being gouged out of his dignity with every page she turned. God, she was good at getting him to cave. Too good.

“Wow…these are really good” she murmured in awe “when did you do these?”

“Just like…over the months or so…” he really didn’t like people knowing about his hobbies, especially someone as inclined to tease him as thatcher. He couldn’t tell if she really did like his art or not, her face and tone was unreadable to him. “It passes the time, gives me something to do…”

“I didn't know  you were such a good artist..” she complimented as she studied the sketches on the page. Henris sighed with agitation at this, used to her constant berating and mean-spirited comments towards him and thinking this was yet another elaborate joke to hurt his feelings about something he's passionate about. 

“You don't have to be such an ass all the time, Riley” he snapped, just wanting to be left alone at this point. She looked up at him, confused and a little hurt. 

“I'm being serious” 

“Really?”

“Yeah! These are really good!” She assured “I'm not taking the piss, I just like your art. Where did you do lessons?” 

“Oh, no, I didn't take any type of special lessons or such” He brushed off “I mainly learned art in school and off one of the maids who lived with us” great, now he was opening up about his childhood. “I used to think about trying to make a living off of it but..y'know..” 

“Yeahh” Thatcher laughed “would be quite the career change if you tried again nowadays” they both laughed together at this, thinking of the prospect of an underground crime organisation getting found out because their ringleader wanted to express himself.  “Can you imagine-” Henris started, already laughing “can you imagine the cops being called on an art show??” they both cracked up in hysterics at this. they have a weird sense of humour that only the two of them really get y'know? 

it's not nice to take over another demons vessel without asking politely.

bonus:

I saw a lot of people drawing their ocs and personas bill-ified and given Henris already has an emotionally unstable brightly coloured one facial feature having creature using him, this was the only outcome I could think of

🌙 Henris Playlist 🌙

🩷 Girard Playlist 🩷