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12+ hours in Paint Tool SAI

Art trade between myself and

Man this was fun to do! I don't think I've ever spent this much time or went into such detail on a single piece outside of school, and I'm glad I did this time.

Poor Sydney, this is her nightmare scenario seeing as how she's afraid of spiders and Quin's Gen just so happens to be one.

For
Gen Ito belongs to
Sydney Rohart belongs to myself

references used:
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o=26

STORY TIME
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"Where am I?" she whispered, her soft voice visible in the frigid air as the sound echoed through the blackened tunnels. Whichever way she turned, she was surrounded by rock, molded and crafted by millennia of nature's caress into a menacing hall of jagged stone. She had been wandering for a time in the darkness, her legs bruised from each careless stumble, but she pressed on, grasping at the thin hope of light at the end, however far it may be. She did not fear the shadows for they were ethereal, intangible, harmless. It was what lurked within them that terrorized her. Monsters. Demons. Horrid creatures from within one's deepest imaginings. Her occupation left little to the imagination, being surrounded by the abnormal day in and day out, but such was life within the Cirque.

Ah yes, the Cirque des Reves. Owned by the sibling duo Casper and Aceline des Reves. A magical place, in more than one sense of the word. Home to many of the mythical nature, her initial introduction was a lively one. Her name marked the dotted line with the promise of a place to call home, a warm bed every night and hot meals every day so long as she fulfilled her end of the bargain. Simple enough. She had deserted one life of performance and had fallen into another, but it was now of her own will that she went out into the spotlight every night and twisted and contorted her body in unimaginable ways for the amusement of a sold-out crowd.

The so-called "freaks" she came to call her co-workers would send shivers down the most intrepid man's spine, and she performed, laughed, and lived alongside them. However, she still retained her silly little fears of silly little things, most notably the creepy-crawly kind. "They're more afraid of you than you are of them," they told her, but she was adamant, refusing to enter her trailer until the "little bugger" was removed from the premises.

Now here she was, walking aimlessly through the cold, gloomy stone with no recollection of how she'd gotten there. "Hello?" she called out to the darkness, but her only reply was the fading mimicry of the walls around her. She pressed on, but an unfamiliar touch greeted the soles of her feet. It was soft, a welcome contrast to the unyielding rock. Grass perhaps? She did not know, the murky black hiding it away, but a newfound hope swelled in her chest, carrying her hastily onward.

Light.

A welcome friend that permeated the shadows lay ahead of her, faint, but distinct. She hurried towards the beacon as the soft ground grew thicker under her. Something was wrong. Her feet refused to carry her any further, caught within the white veil that covered the ground and crept its way onto the walls and the ceiling overhead. Her heart raced as her mind imagined the monstrosity to have created a trap of this size. She struggled to move forward, only tangling herself further as she hopelessly reached out to the light.

"What a shame," a voice called out to her in the darkness, "and you were so close, too." She felt his arm wrap around her torso as it plucked her from his snare, keeping a tight grip as he carried her thrashing body to the light. "I figured you came this far, might as well see it up close." He placed her on a tall stone in the center of his den, directly beneath the glow she so desperately yearned for. Her throat tightened as her arms and legs became restrained by webbing, holding her in place as he descended upon her. "Maybe next time, princess." He whispered to her as a single tear fell across her face.

She thrust herself awake in a cold sweat, gasping heavily as she recognized the familiar space she called home. She tucked her knees to her chest, hugging them as she calmed her breathing. Just a dream she thought, nothing more... The following day would be an exhausting one.

Description
12+ hours in Paint Tool SAI

Art trade between myself and

Man this was fun to do! I don't think I've ever spent this much time or went into such detail on a single piece outside of school, and I'm glad I did this time.

Poor Sydney, this is her nightmare scenario seeing as how she's afraid of spiders and Quin's Gen just so happens to be one.

For
Gen Ito belongs to
Sydney Rohart belongs to myself

references used:
[link]
[link]
o=26

STORY TIME
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Where am I?" she whispered, her soft voice visible in the frigid air as the sound echoed through the blackened tunnels. Whichever way she turned, she was surrounded by rock, molded and crafted by millennia of nature's caress into a menacing hall of jagged stone. She had been wandering for a time in the darkness, her legs bruised from each careless stumble, but she pressed on, grasping at the thin hope of light at the end, however far it may be. She did not fear the shadows for they were ethereal, intangible, harmless. It was what lurked within them that terrorized her. Monsters. Demons. Horrid creatures from within one's deepest imaginings. Her occupation left little to the imagination, being surrounded by the abnormal day in and day out, but such was life within the Cirque.

Ah yes, the Cirque des Reves. Owned by the sibling duo Casper and Aceline des Reves. A magical place, in more than one sense of the word. Home to many of the mythical nature, her initial introduction was a lively one. Her name marked the dotted line with the promise of a place to call home, a warm bed every night and hot meals every day so long as she fulfilled her end of the bargain. Simple enough. She had deserted one life of performance and had fallen into another, but it was now of her own will that she went out into the spotlight every night and twisted and contorted her body in unimaginable ways for the amusement of a sold-out crowd.

The so-called "freaks" she came to call her co-workers would send shivers down the most intrepid man's spine, and she performed, laughed, and lived alongside them. However, she still retained her silly little fears of silly little things, most notably the creepy-crawly kind. "They're more afraid of you than you are of them," they told her, but she was adamant, refusing to enter her trailer until the "little bugger" was removed from the premises.

Now here she was, walking aimlessly through the cold, gloomy stone with no recollection of how she'd gotten there. "Hello?" she called out to the darkness, but her only reply was the fading mimicry of the walls around her. She pressed on, but an unfamiliar touch greeted the soles of her feet. It was soft, a welcome contrast to the unyielding rock. Grass perhaps? She did not know, the murky black hiding it away, but a newfound hope swelled in her chest, carrying her hastily onward.

Light.

A welcome friend that permeated the shadows lay ahead of her, faint, but distinct. She hurried towards the beacon as the soft ground grew thicker under her. Something was wrong. Her feet refused to carry her any further, caught within the white veil that covered the ground and crept its way onto the walls and the ceiling overhead. Her heart raced as her mind imagined the monstrosity to have created a trap of this size. She struggled to move forward, only tangling herself further as she hopelessly reached out to the light.

"What a shame," a voice called out to her in the darkness, "and you were so close, too." She felt his arm wrap around her torso as it plucked her from his snare, keeping a tight grip as he carried her thrashing body to the light. "I figured you came this far, might as well see it up close." He placed her on a tall stone in the center of his den, directly beneath the glow she so desperately yearned for. Her throat tightened as her arms and legs became restrained by webbing, holding her in place as he descended upon her. "Maybe next time, princess." He whispered to her as a single tear fell across her face.

She thrust herself awake in a cold sweat, gasping heavily as she recognized the familiar space she called home. She tucked her knees to her chest, hugging them as she calmed her breathing. Just a dream she thought, nothing more... The following day would be an exhausting one.