(If you like this picture you can COMMISSION ME!)

The idea behind it was a little abstract in its own right, and needs a bit of explaining. A boudoir was traditionally the lady of the house's private sitting chambers. More of a product of the Victorian Era, it included things like her mirrors, her dressers, or was sometimes the room in the house all to herself where she could get away and not be anyone other than herself. In this case, I have turned the concept to the private feelings about each of my set of Mewthrees inherent flaws, whether towards themselves, or in the belief that it rests with others (which in the case of Mewblade and her siblings, the blame is shifted from the individual to her instead, even though the fault doesn't lie with her).

This is the first image of the seven, with my Mewthree, Mewblade on her own. She is a firm believer in cruel irony and at one point basically believes her suffering is really her only happiness. It is constant, predictable, fiercely loyal and its truths exist in its simplicity and consistency. Pain, the little mask that she wore at times to get over the fact that basically the universe was trying to screw her over. So in her little room, hidden away, she sits by herself, alone with her misery. The one thing that is always there to keep her company.

All of the images have the exact same background of rich colors and fancy patterns and textures. Something I like indulging in. Busy, rich and a show of my asinine eye for detail. Debated on individualizing the backgrounds a bit, but decided against so I could keep the theme the same.
For Mewblade, I've done a similar pose and expression before, so while strange looking it's not particularly unusual for her. Feel a bit guilty for portraying her as miserable, but amongst the other images, it does get better, sort of.

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