Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
I'm so serious I need them so bad it's not even funny
I'm trying to Omega on their Verse so hard (They need to be pregnant and it NEEDS TO BE MINE)
Ik this is my visual novel account but i dont really use my art acct anymore 😅 anyway took a small break to draw da bois
HEAR ME OUT LADIES 🫵🏻🫵🏻
They just need 30 people to put 5$
AND OUR BABYGIRL IS OUT
I thought I'd post my Sol fanart ♡
! I hope it's good , I don't usually post my art !
I love solana so much y'all don't understand 😠😠😠😠😠
Freak on a leash 😇
Silly doodle of Sol and Sona! My friend gave me the idea to draw lol
Just played game a week ago and hell am obessesd with pookie here like- the lore I need moreee.. 🤭🥲*so ya did sketch because it*
I’m back with a character from a little-known game. Apologies to everyone who originally came here for Ladybug and to those who left requests in my inbox. I’m completely uncontrollable when it comes to choosing fandoms.
Happy New Year to everyone, and Merry Christmas in advance! 💙
Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Solivan Brugmansia x Reader tw: obsessive behaviour, delusional yandere, oppressive atmosphere, descent into madness, aggressive behavior towards the reader (short scene)
Sol sits in a dimly lit room, a blank canvas before him. In the corner of the room, several portraits of his beloved lean against the wall, but none of them feel right. The eyes in each one seem... empty. “This isn’t you,” Sol whispers, discarding yet another sheet. His fingers tremble slightly as he grabs a piece of charcoal and begins again.
He draws, again and again, but the more he works, the more the details start to feel... wrong. Sol stares at the portrait. The shadows beneath the eyes are too deep, the smile on the lips is warped, and the silhouettes in the background—they’re not supposed to be there.
Sol is certain. He didn’t draw them.
---
Sol paces frantically around his studio. He hurriedly moves the painting from the canvas to the corner, adding it to the pile of failed projects, and covers everything with a sheet. He’s happy you decided to visit, but he would’ve appreciated a little more time to prepare.
You flutter into his apartment like a butterfly. Sol drinks in your presence, your gestures, the expressions on your face. He hopes—desperately—that you’ve finally realized how much you need him, just as he needs you. But instead, you casually ask to borrow his study notes, oblivious to the crushing disappointment that sweeps through him. Sol can’t refuse you. He asks you to wait while he retrieves the notebooks.
As he steps away, you glance around his workshop-turned-living space. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the pile of covered canvases in the corner, but you decide against asking about them. Instead, your gaze shifts to the window, where something else catches your attention: a collection of more than ten portraits of yourself, lying on the windowsill.
You’re stunned by the sheer amount of time Sol must have spent on them. But the longer you look, the more unsettling details begin to emerge. Shadows that shouldn’t be there, distortions in your smile, and an uncanny intensity in the way your eyes are drawn.
When Sol returns with a stack of notebooks, he freezes, his expression shifting to fear as he notices the pages in your hands. He studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction, already calculating his next move.
“Is this… how you see me?” you ask, struggling to mask your unease.
A strange excitement flares in Sol’s eyes. “No… not yet. But I’m trying to capture you as you truly are.”
---
Sol begins to notice that each new portrait interacts with him in strange ways. If he stares at them for too long, the shadows on the drawings seem to shift. Sometimes, he swears he can hear you breathing through the canvas.
One night, he wakes abruptly with the unsettling sensation that someone is standing by his bed. For several minutes, he stares at your angelic face, only to watch it slowly twist into a grotesque grimace. You hate him. You despise him.
The nausea hits Sol like a wave. He stumbles out of bed, his breathing ragged, and for the first time in his life, he turns your portrait to face the wall.
---
Sol decides he needs the object of his obsession to complete the perfect portrait. He asks you to pose for him. You agree to be his model without much hesitation, and Sol is convinced this time he’ll succeed.
But every time he begins to paint, a strange feeling washes over him, as if he’s losing something vital. “This doesn’t look like you…” he mutters. “Why? You’re right here in front of me.”
You watch awkwardly as Sol grows increasingly tense and suggest taking a break. Frustrated beyond reason, he snaps. Tossing the canvas aside, he lashes out: “You’re hiding from me! Why can’t you just be real?”
Startled, you start gathering your things to leave. It’s only then that Sol realizes what he’s done. He stops you at the door, dropping to his knees. Tears streak his face as he begs for forgiveness, his trembling hands clutching at your clothes with a desperate grip. Sol has never been more broken, but you don’t listen.
You push him away and walk out.
Sol collapses to the floor, thinking to himself that he’s as good as dead.
---
Since that day, you haven’t answered his calls. He’s tried talking to you at college, but you keep avoiding him, always hiding behind Crowe.
Sol paces in circles around his apartment. He wants to tear his hair out. He wants to kill Crowe. He just wants… for you to love him. As much as he loves you.
He stops abruptly. The blank canvas catches his eye.
Sol decides to try painting you one more time. If you could see yourself through his eyes, you’d understand. You’d forgive him.
---
When Sol wakes up the next morning, his studio is empty. The only thing left is the perfect portrait.
His palm aches. He thinks he should clean the brushes to keep the paint (and blood) from ruining them. Finally, he understands what the previous portraits were missing.
He looks at the painting. Your image on the canvas seems alive. Happy. Only the eyes remain as dark and hollow as they were in the earlier sketches.
The silhouettes behind you move. They whisper to Sol. He listens to them.
He realizes there’s no point in chasing after you when his perfect version of you is already here. Right in front of him.
Now, at last, you can be together.
Theory time w my beloved vn katb! + spoilers for bad ending
Pics for reference:
Let's start w the obvious "Crane Ichabod" being too similar to Jericho, or Crowe Ichabod, not only are the surnames the same but both names (nn for Crowe) start w "Cr" and end w "e"
To our second point the description can fit Crowe plus he is also an important figure in the school.
Very obvious point: both Crowe and Crane want to court someone and that someone has already an admirer
And after he supposedly proposed to his beloved, he was chased down and went missing. Now if my memory isn't failing me Crowe technically goes missing after we decide to kiss him on day 1 and that's how we achieve the bad ending in day 2
Also pumpkin symbolism further pointing at Sol since that's the nn he gave us and his love for horses makes sense
(This part ↓ I'm not too sure because I can't remember for the life of me if he gets his head cut off in the bad ending)
Note that his name is also "headless horseman" so maybe it's not that far fetched for me to say that he might behead his victims; and while I do also think him having his head cut off can be a clever way to think of French Revolution (associated then with another figure, Marie Antoinette), in this case it fits as well
HOLY SHIT IT'S MY HUSBAND'S BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY<3
[Birthday? I don't usually celebrate seeing there's no point...]
It's 12am where I am right now and Nov. 1st!
Happy Birthday Solivan!
So I did a thing...
Sanrio x KATB 🗣️🗣️🗣️⁉️
Credits to the creator of the game: @fantasia-kitt
I'm in absolute love with it and the characters (especially Sol)
Inspired by this little (accidental summon circle) doodle I made in class
HELLO KITTY SOL
Did I make more than one ver? Yes. Yes, I did. I just love him sm <3
(My friend @ the 3rd image: 'it's giving creepypasta' and it's true-)
Personally, I love them both so much and just felt like drawing the two in my all-time favorite Phantom of the Opera. I will curse the quality of the piece to the end of my days, but I'm really glad how it turned out!!! (I love crowe so much please why is he so pretty)
yet again i be drawing Sol 😻
i love redrawing panels and shit for real 😼😼
sketch practice with sol
(more versions under the cut)
Solivan Brugmansia watercolor sketch
i drew my babygirl sol again 💚🖤 chapter 2 was literally insane
i drew my bbg solivan brugmansia 🖤💚
HE IS JUST UGH!!!! I need him...
your ass is mine solivan