Virgil - Sicksona Commission Ref  
by peach-tea-adopts
 
uploading more detailed version of this Virgil - Sicksona for future commission purposes + copying pasting description from it to have all his info in one place ’ o ’  
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for the group :iconsicksonas:  
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PERSONAL REASONS FOR APPEARANCE:
 
Skin n bones.  
this is a bit of a double entendre. the most basic being i forget to eat (or more often i wish i had the nerve not to eat so much). i’ve a serious love hate relationship with food that drives me wild. as of late i only eat the worst shit for me anyways.
 
the other part to this is this constant hollowness that’s been following me since i was little. that gnawing, numbing, empty feeling in your chest that feels like a black whole and wants to rip you to shred from the inside out. and thus virgil’s body encompasses the ever present hollowness by being empty himself.
 
Bloodshot eyes.  
this incorporates a couple things, too. the most basic being the infernal insomnia that is actively, at this moment, destroying everything. my fucked sleep schedule is affecting my work ethic in class and i’m days behind on the reading and there’s this essay looming over me and here i am?? drawing fucking ponies at 5am??? it’s the only way to keep me from totally shattering. i need this. even though it’s what’s fucking me over in the first place.
 
the second part of the reddened eyes is copious amounts of crying, of which i am certainly guilty of. why deal with my issues when i can just cry about them and then pretend they don’t exist.  
the insomnia brings into play the invisible aspects of myself that virgil embodies. my depression, my loneliness, lack of drive, motivation, and will to continue.
 
he’s flaky, emotional and at the same time apathetic, only cares for himself (and poorly at that). he can’t commit to anyone and he runs from emotionally complicated situations out of cowardice and fear for his own wellbeing but that just ends up stunting him more. he’s a lazy sack of shit who either runs from or ignores his problems until he’s absolutely suffocated by them.
 
Drooling tar.  
this is not because i’m often sick or that i smoke a lot or anything like that, it’s more that i literally almost always spew out shit when i open my mouth so i thought i might as well include that as well. the thick, disgusting, black substance always pouring out of virgil’s mouth is my stream of constant filth that i can never seem to stifle in real life. i think i talk too much and all of it is pointless drivel to begin with. no original thoughts, nothing worth expressing. all mundane and without any air of mystery i’ll throw my whole, bland life story at you within minutes of meeting you in hopes of interest or sympathy (of which i deserve neither)
 
Blurry pupils.  
i fucked up my eyesight a long time ago (mostly from reading in shit light instead of sleeping) so without my glasses, the world is a blur. and i don’t like wearing my glasses unless i really need to (ie driving, in class) so normally i’m just squinting at things and walking into objects that are right in front of my face. typical.
 
Fucked up mane and tail.  
this is as basic as it gets. when i’m in a particularly deep rut always i can neglect my physical appearance quite a bit. hygiene just goes out the fuckin window because i dont even feel like i deserve to feel clean. the filth on the outside matches the filth on the inside ayy
 
also he’s got the same fucked hairstyle i’ve got. it was super short and now i want it longer, but it’s a floppy curly/wavy nightmare that’s stuck somewhere between a mullet and a rat’s nest.  
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like the sicksona concept? check out the group and maybe make your own! i actually feel a whole lot better after designing him and writing about his features. it’s kind of liberating to put all your negative feelings into one, focused body. as soon as you acknowledge your faults, you can then begin to fix them!  
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virgil © peach-tea-adopts
 
sicksonas © LullabyPrince