Finally This Old Wip Finished. There Is Another Version (Arslan Pov) But Whether I Will Finish That Or

Finally this old wip finished. There is another version (Arslan pov) but whether I will finish that or not, only time will tell.

I absolutely adore Kubards attitude. What a mode 😂

Of course he's sleeping. Of fucking course (affectionate).

A stark contrast against Arslan's personable, warm way of interacting with his subjects. Andragoras is... distant and sharp and cold.

Poor Lushan.

Andragoras? Share his power?

Never!

*copes aggressively via imagining Shapur and Kazai, Isfan and Areyan sharing authority as one entity in Wolfpack*

I imagine Andragoras would've reacted poorly to that as well but at least Arslan would have more sway?

You go, Farangis!!! Fearless lady!!! I love you!!

No, Arslan, it's not you who has something wrong with. It's them. My god, it's them.

It's only natural to be unable to feel relief upon reuniting with people who's always kept you at a twenty-foot-pole's length and never treated you warmly, they might as well be strangers (captors, wardens) to you and it's hard to feel any affection for strangers.

Even feelings of dread would be natural in this sort of situation.

Nothing's wrong with you, my boy.

Kishward can probably tell this does not bode well.

A genius use of perspective. We're looking up at him, from perhaps a similar vantage point as Arslan or anyone who's kneeling behind him— he is King, untouchable, distant, imposing, towering over and bearing down on us.

And look at how his head is framed, the sun ornament on the seat aligns with his head. As if to assert the association the Shah had with the sun. As if to assert his authority even in the way he is framed to the audience.

Upon high-heaven two suns there cannot be, on this earth the Shah is but one!

And Arslan has to respond accordingly— address Andragoras not as a father but as an authority figure.

Concept: A witch cat that’s too fat to fly

I like this appetizer 👀

Can I please get more from this? I mean big brother Isfan and Gieve with little brother Areyan (Arslan) family time…..yes I like that. Thank you!!!

“Little bolbol,” Gieve whines, though his lips are quirked into a smile. He throws his arms around the little bird, pulling him into an embrace.

“Hm?”

“Isfan's being mean.”

“You are just too thin-skinned for the truth, fool,” Isfan interjects with a sneer.

“Like I said!” Gieve pouts like a yazata forbidden child, while the actual child in his arms is the picture of composure save for an amused shine in his eyes. “Mean.”

“What can I do for you, Gieve?” Areyan asks mildly. Yazata above, he's indulging the manchild.

“Tell him he's wrong, of course! Tell him I'm the handsomest man in the whole of Pars— no, make that the entire continent. More accurate.”

“The little dove will be doing no such thing, cease your deranged chattering!”

“There, there. You're the handsomest man in the world, Gieve. Positively the most gorgeous. Blindingly dazzling—”

“Ah, ah, ah. You mustn't recite it so flatly! What have I been teaching you, let's try it again, from the top, this time with feeling—”

“Anyone would be when they're forced to play along with your nonsense, Gieve. Release my brother at once.”

“He's my brother too!”

“Oooh, can I be your older brother?” Areyan looks up from the piece of cloth he's been diligently stitching into... something. Isfan doesn't quite know what he's doing with it.

The blink he gives his brothers is the picture of innocence.

Gieve makes a strangled noise, offended. “Must you gang up on me too? Mean, mean I say, the both of you! Being around Isfan had corrupted my beloved little brother—”

"Will you please shut up?”

“Make me, wolf. Oh but you can't, because—”

“Because he can't catch you?”

“Exactly!”

It was then Isfan's turn to make an offended noise. “Areyan...”

The boy only giggles in response.

Antidote for the beheaded Gieve in @innerchorus ' upcoming fic!

Another take on my Wings of Pages concept. This time it's drawn in Procreate instead of SAI.

The hardest part was writing all those words onto each page. It's 50% real text from books and poems and songs, and 50% chicken scratch lol

Older version of the same concept~

tw: animal death (?) Emma, are you still there? WEBTOON - INSTAGRAM