who needs voice cloning ai when one can simply hire Michelle Gomez to turn every afmverse fic into an audio collection with a kickstarter funded by 200 sapphics in less than 4 min
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Summary: Mary Wardwell readjusts in the world again, with helps from surprising forces.
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“You poor dear...would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”
“Please don’t use any witchcraft,” Mary blurts out.
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Some @itlivesproject art based on the Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield picture. Inspired by chapter 12 where the MC could distract Marith to learn more about the cult. Thankfully Phillipa wore the right dress to help with her mission. At least there was an advantage to her developing early, even if Phillipa had to deal with almost constant back pain since 6th grade.
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Sapphic Ships and their Spotify Lists
1. ~DoctorWives~ A Merddison Playlist
1.5 ~DoctorWives 2.0~ A second Merddison Playlist
2. ~Teach me how to Magic~ A Marith Playlist
3. ~Clueless Detectives~ A Rollivia Playlist
4. ~We are in the army now~ A Talder Playlist
5. ~My girlfriend is a witch~ A Bellamione Playlist (Do not judge this one)
6. ~High School Sweethearts~ A Jopper Playlist (This one is not a Sapphic one obviously but it's one of my favorite ships so deal with it...)
7. ~The Supreme~ A Sarah Paulson Characters Playlist (Because all her characters are fruity!)
8. ~Schemmenti Supremacy 💋~ A Melissa Schemmenti Playlist
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Write that down!
It’s my birthday and these two nerds are what came to me today during my sketches.
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Drinking Fire Wine With Marith!!
Definitely wouldn't murder a colleague for drug money. That would be crazy.
"The Court of Broken Knives" ch 16
“Tobias?” Marith blinked and raised his head. Made a strangled sound that might have been a laugh. After several attempts he managed to sit up. His voice was thick and strange, coming from a long way off, like he was an animal trying to speak. He took a gulp of his drink. “H-hello. Want to join me?”
“We’ve been looking for you for hours. Where the fuck have you been?”
“I’ve been… here.” he waved his hand vaguely, and knocked over his cup. Its content’s splashed over the table with a hiss, scorching the wood. Tobias jerked backwards.
“What in all hells is that?” Alxine asked in a horrified voice, hastily moving his hands off the table. The liquid was thick and dark and oily. Deep red with a glossy sheen. Tobias could swear it was smoking slightly.
“Fire wine,” said Wrait “Blindness in a bottle, its sometimes known as. Sort of a cross between an alchoholic drink, and the stuff they use to poison wells in a siege.” He looked quite impressed. “I’ve never managed more than a couple of cupfulls myself, and then I was ill for a week.” Would the boy’s prowess never cease?
“You were supposed to be with Emmit,” Tobias growled at Marith “Where, in the gods name is he?” Entirely pointless. Something of a surprise if the boy had any idea where he was at this particular moment, let alone anyone else. But he had to ask.
“Emmit?” Marith blinked at him. “Emmit.. he’s.. in an alley? Somewhere..” His eyes flickered for a moment. Something like a smile flickered over his face. “I… can’t remember where…”
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To anyone who hasn't read, I highly recommend. I haven't consumed a ton by Anna Smith Spark, but gosh do I enjoy her prose. The imagery in this book is breathtakingly vivid, multisensory, brilliant and dark. The ambiance throughout the book is impeccable if the vibes you are going for are grimdark-yet-beautiful. Character writing also well executed, with solid dialogue and internal thoughts throughout. The character Tobias feels like he could have walked straight out of a Joe Abercrombie novel.
reads like Joe Abercrombie x Guy Gavriel Kay
Art notes: My original paper sketch & midway through digital painting. Sadly I think I lost a little bit of the tension of the original drawings facial expression when I redrew it digitally.
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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Marith Van, 2023
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marithé & francois girbaud spring 2001
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Chapters: 3/3
Summary:
“This is the worst arrangement ever,” says Mary, “and I had a religious…a Christian upbringing. So you get the gravitas of that analogy.”
Lilith bursts out laughing.
Zelda stares at the demoness as if she’s grown a second head.
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marithe francois girbaud fall 2008
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Marithé + François Girbaud A/W 2004 Ad Campaign
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