I happened to discover that Asaba Harumasa's name has Turkic roots, and it made me curious to draw him with some ethnic elements.
He’s whispering to the girl sitting on his lap, purring in her ear, and she laughs.
In front of them, on their knees, are the subordinates who have failed. He asks her:
— How should those who disobeyed the order be punished?
Feeling the power in her hands from a man like him, she replies playfully:
— Kill them!
He smirks, the men sweat and tremble. Amethyst purrs in her ear, asking if she will obey his orders. She smiles with glossy lips and nods. She touches his cheek with lipstick to reach ear, caressing the taut fabric across his crotch with her sharp-nailed fingers and whispers:
— Every single one.
Taking her firmly under the thigh, he kisses her neck, under her jaw. He slips his hand behind back and pulls out a gun. A vintage revolver. He thrusts it straight into her adorable doll hands.
Amethyst breathes into her cheek, speaking and kissing her skin with his words:
— Then kill them.
He hugs her tightly by the thigh, causing her to bend under his fingers like one of the famous statues. He looks at her as if a prayer is written on her cheek.
— That’s an order.
commission! it was a pleasure to draw milky way fr
it’s important to clarify that this is his younger version—around twenty years old. and older one, somewhere between thirty and forty.
(i guess i’ll never settle on a consistent style sigh)
just remembered that i've never shared these works here. even though they’ve been around for a long time, i still really like them.