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Chapter 07 Start is now! - Papillon
Welcome back to chapter 07. It's already the middle of summer and there's snow in the comic. That's the way I like it. Let's think cold thoughts first. hehe.
Awww look how our Chrissy smiles. Funfact: she and Raoul are the only 2 persons i can't draw in coherence. don't know why. but well. Funfact 2: Erik is getting cooler and cooler with every chapter. you'll see many chapters later, how comfortable i'll be to draw him.
Why didnt i saw this earlier? This would been the perfect reference for the "lithium" chapter.
I mean meg and christine dis ballette duh.
Ps: today i dont give a piep on grammar. I am tired
After a couple of beers anything is possible...
Yeah, Erik i feel you.
This is hilarious!!! Ahahhahhaha.
If you want also mess around with my little boy, come and ask xD
Since @blackforrestpunk gave me permission, i couldn't resist
I thought i show you some "work in progress"
It is Erik and the "Gang"
Thanks for watching this uuuultra lame work in progress xD
Ah the "gang" are, our dreamteam: Azzi and Jago.
This is the vers best story about blumenkohlauflauf ever. To the hell with ghost broccolie!!
not Christmas (but close)
a vignette for @blackforrestpunk that once again got out of hand. I love their version of Nadir so much.
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Nadir puts both his hands on the kitchen counter and once more he looks at the small, orderly piles of ingredients and cartons while trying not to sigh. It is December again. Outside the apartment building the fallen snow is slowly turning to slush, and he is about to make dinner.
Let’s see. He enumerates, pointing a finger to each element of his menu in turn as he thinks.
There’s him, obviously. And he knows what he’s going to eat because he planned the dinner and bought all the food and he is going to cook it.
Rooky – ah, his lovely Rooky – she eats most things with gusto. She is not so keen maybe on the rohtkol as the other things but she will happily take a little and move on to things she likes better.
His pointing finger then wavers over the packet of cauliflower florets because he’s aware that he’s now getting to the fun part. Or the not-so-fun part. He smiles a little grimly, because this is part of his plan.
This is not a Christmas meal. Nadir doesn’t do Christmas. But it’s late December, he’s here, and Erik’s here, and a couple of nights ago Erik came back with company in tow. They have a house-guest.
Aurik. The weird little goth with the truly alarming dental problems is back, both in Nadir’s life and in Erik’s room. Nadir has almost lost track over the years of the parade of strange people who have followed Erik home – Azzi, Jago, any number of street kids – but Aurik has got to be one of the oddest ones. So quiet he almost makes Erik look chatty, and as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
That’s before Nadir even starts on the fact that Aurik seems to be into extreme body modification. Kids these days. Like green mohawks and piercings aren’t enough.
Aurik hasn’t been back to visit them for quite a while, and Nadir hadn’t dug too deeply into what had happened. These friends of Erik – they come and they go. Erik had been evasive on the subject, saying only that Aurik had “been away” and Nadir had really hoped that it hadn’t been something criminal.
Nadir pokes at a packet of breadsticks in front of him thoughtfully, and now he sighs. He honestly thought he’d seen it all when it came to peculiar eating habits, what with raising Erik since he was thirteen, but this goth really has beat everything. He doesn’t seem to eat at all. Nadir had once made schwartzsauer (after a rather hesitant suggestion from Erik) and had felt triumphant that Aurik had seemed enthusiastic and had eaten a few spoonfuls. He’d felt much less pleased with himself when he’d overheard Aurik getting sick in the middle of the night. What can you feed a goth who won’t eat?
And of course there’s Erik. Mister “I disassemble my lasagna into its component parts”. The undisputed king of “this is too hot”. The champion of “carrots are evil incarnate.” Erik doesn’t do well if surprised with new foods. Getting Erik to consume enough calories and vitamins has been a decade-long challenge. So what do you feed the punk who won’t eat? Nadir taps a slim bar of dark chocolate with his finger and smiles slightly. It wasn’t cheap, but he knows Erik will appreciate it. Call it a not-Christmas present. That is, of course, if Erik can make it through Nadir’s small act of revenge for a disagreement they’d had earlier.
Almost as if he can hear Nadir plotting, the door of Erik’s room opens. A little trill of Nirvana filters out, and Nadir hastily stows the chocolate bar out of sight.
“I invited Rooky, by the way,” he says, seemingly to the air. He knows Erik will be listening.
“She’ll be here in about an hour.”
There is no reply. The door shuts again. Nadir thinks he hears a murmur of voices, but he’s not sure.
Rooky arrives up the stairs in a flurry of new snow, wrapped in her good winter coat and stamping her boots to shuck the slush. She greets Nadir with a bright smile, seeing hm busy with the food, and calls out “Hi Erik!” to no response at all.
“So,” she adds, settling herself at the table. “Can I help?”
Nadir grunts and waves a spoon in negation. He seems somewhat irritable, and Rooky senses conflict. She then looks at the place settings around her, does simple maths, and says: “Is it Jago again?”
“If it was Jago I would have warned you in advance.” Nadir puts a lid on the pan he’s been stirring. “And possibly I would have left already. No. It is the goth.”
“Oh. This is the young man who lives rough in the Hauptfriedhof?” Rooky shakes her head. “Well I’m glad he’s indoors in this weather.”
“I’m making them blumenkohlauflauf,” says Nadir.
“But I thought Erik didn’t like - “
“Cauliflower was on sale.”
Rooky takes note of the expression on her love’s face and decides not to push it. After all this time she is used to Nadir and Erik occasionally having differences of opinion and that tension between them being expressed in all sorts of ways. She moves away from the subject of cauliflower – or “ghost broccoli” as Erik disparagingly refers to it.
“I finally get to meet this new friend of Erik’s,” she says, instead. “That’ll be nice.”
It is not, in fact, nice.
This is rather an unfair description; it could be worse. Nadir makes his dishes, puts them into serving bowls and brings them to the table, then calls for Erik. And calls for Erik again.
On the third call, there is still no Erik but there are hesitant footsteps in the hall, and the greyest person Rooky has ever seen inches anxiously into the room on silent, bare feet. Nadir is watching her closely as Aurik slinks to the table and takes a seat. He thinks he can guess what she’s thinking, as he had thought it himself; the lad must have argyria. And terrible buck teeth, even before he decided to start having his face modified to look cool.
Nadir is, however, wrong. Because what Rooky is thinking is: that is, one hundred percent, no possible doubt, a vampire. But it’s a vampire who is trembling and who looks as if he fully expects to have the earth open up and devour him at any moment. Just like a hundred other terrified, traumatised street kids. She takes pity on him, and smiles.
“You must be Aurik. I’m Rookheeya. It’s lovely to meet another friend of Erik’s.”
Aurik stares at her with huge, liquid silver eyes, but rallies and smiles back nervously with that fanged maw as Erik finally enters the room and takes the seat next to him.
“Hi,” Aurik whispers, and proceeds to stare at his empty plate as if it is a life sentence. Erik narrows his eyes, head lifted, expression otherwise hidden behind the surgical mask. Nadir meets that accusatory yellow gaze stonily. He knows Erik has seen the cauliflower. He will not back down. He is making a point.
“Lovely to see you, Erik,” Rooky says, smiling at him too. Erik is too busy staring venomously at the blumenkohlauflauf, which Nadir is now spooning out onto the plate in front of Aurik. Aurik’s expression wavers between horrified and baffled. He sniffs like a disgusted cat, his exposed nostrils twitching.
“I don’t think he eats ghost broccoli, Nadir,” says Erik, in a tone that suggests nobody in their right mind would consider eating ghost broccoli. Nadir gives him a look.
“I’m sure he’ll eat what he’s given, because Aurik is polite.”
Erik’s head lowers. His shoulders arch defensively. He takes the serving spoon and wordlessly puts some of the casserole onto his own plate. Aurik’s eyes dart furtively between his own full plate and the floor, trying to see if Sasha is hiding under the table and could be surreptitiously slipped some cauliflower. Nadir watches them both like a hawk as Rooky proceeds to serve herself, murmuring appreciation over the food.
Erik is obviously seething. His body language is rigid and intent, and he drops the serving spoon back into the casserole pot with a deliberate clatter. The sharp unexpected noise makes the ever-anxious Aurik next to him jump, one bony elbow coming down onto the edge of his dish – which traitorously flips and proceeds to catapult several spoonfuls of blumenkohlauflauf efficiently skywards.
Nadir has precisely two seconds to react before the warm cauliflower slaps him full in the eye. He yelps, Aurik squeaks out “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry -” and in this rapid confusion the still-resentful Erik chooses to turn his own plate into a weapon.
More casserole becomes airborne, and at greater speed because Erik’s premeditated action carries more force than Aurik’s involuntary one. This time a little spatters Nadir’s ear, adding to the glob that’s made its way down into his beard – but the bulk of it lands squarely on Rooky’s beautiful hair. She gasps. Erik’s eyes go wide in a very obvious oh-shit reaction. His abused plate slams back to the table, teeters on the edge, then tips over and drops with another loud clatter. Aurik hisses in alarm, the sound of a frightened cat, and Sasha, who had been hanging about in the hopes of some nice leftovers coming her way, investigates the fallen plate.
It’s when he sees a sticky floret slipping slowly down Rooky’s shocked expression that Nadir finally loses it.
“Erik,” he growls, and everything descends into chaos. Erik shoves back from the table sharply, the metal chair leg shrieking against the floor. This discordant sound in turn spooks Aurik for a third time, and now he bolts up in a blur of speed and flees the kitchen in a silent panic. Sasha’s claws skitter on the floor as she scrambles to follow her owner while he stalks rapidly from the room.
Doors slam. Silence falls for a brief moment and then Nirvana starts up again, slightly louder this time. Nadir curses. Rooky pragmatically wipes cauliflower off her face.
“Thanks for dinner, love,” she says. And smiles at him sympathetically.
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About twenty minutes later and Nadir is prepared to admit that okay, he may have screwed up. As he peers out into the connecting hallway he can hear Rooky, bless her, starting to do the washing up. Erik’s door is still firmly closed and now that the music has been switched off the resentful silence is almost palpable. He knows better than to try and invade Erik’s room right now, and realising that he still has food in his beard, he determines to go and have a wash. Maybe things will look brighter once he’s had a wash.
He pushes open the bathroom door, steps inside -
The shower curtain is shaking.
Nadir frowns. Carefully he leans forward, craning his neck so that he can see a little more.
Bare grey feet with black toenails, drawn up into the corner of the bathtub.
“Aurik?” he says, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.”
Aurik doesn’t say anything. He is huddled right up at the end of the bath, his stick-thin arms clutched around his knees. His head is hanging, curtaining his face with all that long, lank black hair. He is shivering as if utterly chilled to the bone, and Nadir, instantly recognising this kind of reaction with the benefit of long experience, immediately feels even worse. “Hey,” he says, softly, modulating his tone. “Hey. It’s okay. I know it was an accident. You’re not in trouble.”
Oh, this is far too much like Erik’s bad days as a kid. But this goth is not Erik; something which becomes very clear when Nadir tentatively starts to reach out a hand to help his guest out of the bath.
Erik was never keen on being touched. But Aurik sees the hand reached out in kindness and he practically lunges at Nadir, who finds himself being clung to with an intensity he had previously not encountered. Not having any other real option, he hugs back. The body in his arms is even skinnier than Erik’s, and he hadn’t even thought that was possible. Nadir settles himself back on the floor beside the bathtub, Aurik huddled against him.
And he’s still got cauliflower in his beard.
He sighs.
“It’s okay,” he repeats. “You’re okay.”
He has got to get this kid some shoes. And a sleeping bag. Something. But for now -
He nudges Aurik slowly and gently, and the goth tentatively uncurls.
“Come on,” Nadir says, smiling. “You want to see if Erik wants some dessert?”
My two idiots, the leek Erik and my sunshine Sasha
Chapter 07 - Part 02 - Papillon
Oh Erik. Oh boy. why are you this way. such a stubborn little gremlin.
https://tapas.io/episode/3191272
All I wanted was to be loved for myself - Erik
Chapter 07 - Part 03 - Papillon
Sasha is such a good girl. she is the very best of all good girls.
🥺🥺🥺 this is sooooo cute!!
Thank you 🥺😭❤️
To @blackforrestpunk : "It'll be okay. You can borrow my rabbit."
Punk Erik belongs to @blackforrestpunk, from their webcomic AU.
Aurik the nosferatu belongs to me.
Chapter One - Favo Panels :3
how time flies. I started drawing the comic last year in October. in my absence, i thought i would flood you with my favorite panels :-D
loooook what a baby face Erik had. XD a friend called him always “shy guy”
Chapter 03 - Favo Paneeeeeeels
Christines empty face. you can clearly see she is actually in her minor role xD kekekekeke
Chapter 03 - the bonus chapter ohhhh
i loved this chapter so so so much. when i remember right, it was the very first time, they are "holding" hands
Chapter 04 my favorites
azzi and jago my number 1 idiots. am i the only person who screams like a little fanboy when i see Erik and Chrissy, doing things like THIS?
Chapter 07 - Papillon part ... i forgot the number any way.
https://tapas.io/episode/3191274
GASP they are holding...HANDS??? IS THIS TRUE?!
Ps: i dont know whats wrong with me, but the episode aires on tapas a bit later than here wtf
Chapter 05 - my favoooos
the first pic, with Chrissy, Azzi and Jago on it is a special one. posted it on my instagram account, and the girls-bots love it. i am impressed and honored, that the bots have at least a good taste in art. XD
Chapter 06 Favo panels
well i couldnt decide proper. so. we all have to live with this amount of pics. Azzi and Jago are back in the best mood. drunk. they look like twins, but jago is the bad twin.
I feel a bit trashy today.
Yesterday i drew some child Eriks. With his 3 cats.
I dont know if i should post the whole illu. I cant draw kids. And i am totally used to Erik without his nose. XD
