Just DMC And RWBY Music Things Part 1

Just DMC and RWBY Music Things Part 1

Team DMC in general:

Vergil:

Dante:

Lady during DMC 3:

Lady and Dante after DMC 3:

I have a fondness for non-binary Blake. 

@miki-13 look what i did. I turned Ianthe into a freaking Christmas tree. I know you said she already had a weapon. But honestly I think a whip sword suits her better. It’s elegant like a gymnast’s ribbon but with its sharp edges, it reminiscent of Ianthe’s own biting tongue. Ianthe can have a multi-dust whip and may I just say ... It hurts like a B1TCH

Every Step of the Way

A while ago, I released a non-binary Blake Belladonna pic, but after that my friend on discord gave me an idea that eventually led to this. As I was making this comic, it became very personal to me. Of course this may probably be because of my own non-binary identity. Or maybe it’s because of the other queer people around me that have their own experience with discovering themselves and coming to terms with it. 

Blake hasn’t figure out who they are yet. They’ll reach their destination eventually. But for now, they’ll travel on this path, with their friends, and see where it leads. 

If you read this, thank you very much. I really appreciate you taking the time to do this. Out of everything I’ve created, this is the most personal piece I ever made. 

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Nightmare

Aight so my friend @squadrongal said something about Ruby comforting Oscar after he wakes up from a nightmare. I promptly sacrificed sleep for this. When RG demands your attention, you give it. Once again we feature hot older Oscar Pine. I never get tired of drawing hot, older Oscar. 

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EDIT: Updated version

Romeo and Juliet

For @silveriaphoenix who prompted ‘Romeo and Juliet’ for broken machines. T/W for Whitley the |S|hitley, ableism and bullying. 

Damn them. Damn them all.  

 Whitley can hear them laughing, their classmates, in the background. Oh, this must be oh-so-funny to them. They forget how powerful he is. How he controls them all. He has everything they want, he is everything they want to be, and he can do anything to them.

 But, for now, he is simply Romeo and Penny is his Juliet.

 Penny is …

 Odd.

 Penny is truthful with no need for lies, simple compared to Whitley’s many complexities, and kind-hearted in a way that makes his heart hurt. And right now, the only other person in this godsforsaken class that actually gives a damn about this farce of a class play they’re forced to put on. It helps that her naivety hides the real intention of this play.

 Make the rich asshole kiss the retard.

 Once upon a time, Whitley would made jokes with them about Penny. About the way she talked, about her autism, even to the way she dressed. She was so different. An alien amongst humans. She and Whitley were in completely different orbits.

 But now, after having to spend time with Penny, Whitley has come to realise that Penny is the only person in this school that’s worth anything. He isn’t sure why he started to silence those who opened their mouths to insult her or why his blood boils despite his cool nature when he sees those mocking gazes following Penny. It happens regardless and it’s up to Whitley if he wants wallow like his mother in the garden, a flask in her hand, or do something about it like his father taught him to do. Those … Those were harsh lessons Whitley learned.

 [Romeo and Juliet kiss.]

 They’ve danced around the lines, avoided them, but they actually need to figure out how to actually deal with it.

 Thankfully, the blissfully ignorant Penny steps in. “We don’t have to kiss!” she chirps. Her cheeks are red, regardless. She taps her finger on the skin besides her mouth. “You can kiss here. Or we could position ourselves in a way that would look like we were kissing!”

 “That’s …” Whitley breaths out, scratching the back of his head. “That’s a good idea.”

 “Shall we take it from the start?” Penny asks.

 “Sure.”

 Penny puts in the effort for sure. Because of her earnest nature, lying and, in turn acting, was challenging to her. However, Penny is nothing if not hardworking. She’s watched other plays, practices in her free time with Ruby, she cares. And even if this play is nothing but a joke, Whitley feels obligated to reciprocate her enthusiasm in turn.

 [Romeo and Juliet kiss.]

 Whitley leans in, aiming for the side of her chin. Penny has to stand up on the tips of her toes, something that makes Whitley’s insides melt for some reason, to meet him.

 “HEY, PENNY!”

 Penny turns her head at the last second. Her lips graze Whitley’s. For a spilt second, the taste of apples and juice bloom on his tongue. Penny jolts, stepping away, holding her mouth in surprise. Their classmates laugh, loud guffaws and squawks.

 Oh, yes, Whitley is definitely dealing with them later.

 “I’m s—sorry, Whitley!”

 “No, don’t—” Whitley waves his hands. His cheeks burn. Dammit. “—it’s fine. I just—let’s just move on.”

 Penny meekly curls into herself. “If you say so.”

 Whitley ignores the cat-call that sounds after that.