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Idris as he appears for a lot of the time in Her Fire's sequel, His Blood. Speaking to Ila here, obviously, since she's got some...hangups. About their relationship. That get brought up a lot despite a lot of near-collisions in terms of romantic tension. Y'know. Not because he's not human. Not because he was the catalyst to spiriting her away to another dimension. Not because he's a villain. But because he is both her biological father and her fated mate, and there's nothing wrong with that where he's from. She was raised human though, so her moral compass is skewed in a different direction than what her heart says is correct. And her heart says being swept off her feet by her beastly demon dad is 100% exactly what is correct and natural and she really needs to stop fighting it lol. Idris belongs to my husband ♥ ABOUT | EBOOKS | ARTWORK | NEWSLETTER | SUBSCRIBESTAR

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[namiinstone]

For that anon who was wondering if Her Fire would ever have a physical copy... Yes. Yes it will. 👀 I sent this and the manuscript off to be test printed, so fingers crossed for that!

- The Smoke and Silk Duet is a slow burn, taboo, paranormal romance that explores when the lines of lineage and love blur together. It is a romance between a blood-related father/daughter pair with a supernatural twist. Her Fire is part one of an entwined duet. The story will continue in book two, His Blood. PREORDER THE EBOOK HERE Ila is mine, her father/lover Idris belongs to my husband ♥ ABOUT | EBOOKS | ARTWORK | NEWSLETTER | SUBSCRIBESTAR

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[namiinstone]

not sure if it's been mentioned elsewhere but will Her Fire be having physical copies? i may or may not have a desperate need to put it on a shelf.

Awwww, anon!! 😭 Short answer: Yes, it will! Longer answer: Because of how I have to go about doing physical copies, I wont have stock available on demand, but I do want to open like, batch orders of signed copies of the book + prints of the cover illustration + maybe make some stickers and bookmarks? I dunno! But, yes, I am definitely pursuing physical copies, and I'm hoping I'll be able to do them very soon after the ebook releases January 30th! ♥

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[namiinstone]

Finished commission for Voidphoenix and Saerro! ♥ Of Sunder and his son Sabizos engaged in some uh. Father/son bonding. >__>

This was sooo much fun--the first attempt at this idea was a lot more stiff/wooden, so I'm glad I took a step back and reevaluated what I wanted out of the painting and remade it. Feels much more lived in/more like a narrative than my previous attempt. And all the little details were super fun to figure out! :D Diamond Ram Ale™ and Bleat™ brand jockstrap were especially fun, haha.

You can find the full version of this on my website’s artwork page! And you can find a quick timelapse of this on Twitter over here!

If you want more art like this--including high res files, long timelapse videos, PSDs, and more--consider subscribing to my subscribestar! ♥

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[namiinstone]

Hello! Love your art and happy I found you on Tumblr since leaving Twitter! I would just like to point out (if you didn't already know!) that that you don't have to censor the word incest or any other words and it's better if you don't for filtering purposes

I do that for the sake of discoverability because censoring the word in the tags is how you actually find the content. The word itself, as a tag, has nothing in it and cannot be searched. Various censored versions, though, are tags that can be searched. I can always just dupe the tags in future posts tho without the censoring so it doesn't slip past filters and gets to where I want it to go lol.

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[namiinstone]

Well, now I'm feeling generous, so here: have some misc passages from this novel. People need to piss me off more often so I share more. 👀 Not line-edited yet, but this is the final manuscript.

SCENE 1 Her pen scratched the paper over and over again as she wrote out question after question, giving each a few lines of space between them. Then she scribbled two out for every one she kept, and started again.

It had been a week and a half since her encounter with the ghost, but whenever she was home, she could feel its presence in the background. It was waiting, watching, and though there was a tension that told her base animal self to flee, some yet unknown part of her held it at bay. Told her to wait and let this all play out, despite how scary it seemed. So, she did.

Ila picked up her pen and the notebook in the waning hours after work on a Friday, sat cross-legged on her bed with the soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminating the page, and she wrote. Wrote out questions in the notebook that, she hoped, would fill up fast with words that weren’t her own.

Finally, after four and a half mangled sheets of notebook paper, Ila settled on a basic list of questions on the fifth page. She drummed her fingers on the back of it, and stared into the middle distance. It felt like the ghost was waiting for her to finish, and as she set the notebook down in front of her, her hands shaking, there was a soft crackle of energy that unfurled in the half-dark of her bedroom.

It came close, slowly, and she scooted back on her bed. To give it more room, she told herself. Never mind that her heart beat so fast it was like a bird fluttering in alarm, never mind that her mouth had gone dry and her breath became shallow.

On the paper in front of her, “What are you?” was the first and most obvious question she could think to write. The answer was almost instantaneous, and she wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that the letters popped into reality on the page, fully formed and without delay in the milliseconds she didn’t stare directly at them.

“A swer dif icult. Hard o write pr perly for n w.”

She frowned, leaned forward, then jumped as her eyes flicked and skimmed over a string of words that hadn’t been there a second before, below the first.

“I can ot desc be wh t I am. I am not h man. I m a man.”

Ila was tentatively surprised at it—at his—articulation in spite of the missing letters that made her read out the answers two or three times before she understood what they said. It was still a frustrating effort though, and when she blinked again he’d answered the next question jotted down on the page.

“What is the book?”

“A summ ns. It i my way to your wo ld.”

Before he could answer any other questions on the page, Ila blurted out, “What is your name?”

There was a pause from him, from the ghost that had inched himself so cautiously up to her bed while she had her back pressed flat to the wall. She stared at where she thought it—where she thought his—eyes might be, waiting. The silence between them swallowed up all of her focus, and in the absence of anything but her heartbeat she thought she heard a quiet whine of static. Static, and for a split second, what sounded like a pen scrawling on a piece of paper.

When she looked down the pen hadn’t moved, but words had been added.

“My na e is Idris.” SCENE 2 “You summoned me, and in doing so you made me real here. By your hand, I am real.”

“Is that what this was for?” Her hands clenched into fists, and she took a slower breath than she’d managed before. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt like she was going to pass out. “What the fuck have I done?”

Idris was silent for several moments as he watched her. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen, so pitch that she could not discern between iris and pupil. They captivated her, and because of them it took her longer than it would otherwise to study the rest of his gaunt, angular features. To study the way the light bounced off of blood, flesh, and bone.

His silver, coiling hair was tied back from his severe widow’s peak into dozens of braids, which were themselves tied back into a plaited ponytail. Some hung down over his broad shoulders like thick vines, and the contrast of gray with black at his temples that ran down his jaw through most of his beard only highlighted his dark, weathered skin.

She didn’t think something that claimed to be immortal, inhuman, would look so…so perfectly human. Every pockmark and scar, every wrinkle and pore, the flashes of yellowed, crooked teeth every time his lips parted all spoke of someone so mortal.

He licked his lips. Movement caught her eye, and her gaze flicked down to watch his hands move as he spoke. He had all manner of rings on both of his hands from simple bands to extravagant set pieces for beautifully polished stones, all in gleaming silver. “You have done exactly what I needed you to—what you needed me to. You wanted to communicate better, and what you have done will allow us to do that.” SCENE 3 He shifted in his seat, turning toward her. “But I am trying to help you understand, and so I am trying to learn to speak. Forgive me if I still have trouble finding the right words.”

“You’re right—sorry.” She pulled her legs up, wrapped her arms around them, and laid the side of her head on her bent knees.

“I do not expect you to have much patience with me. It is okay.” He cleared his throat. “When you are awake, that barrier is back. I see the spaces you occupy as…as if they overlay my realm. Not always, and I can walk away from them at any time, but I can access them. In my home, my bedroom, the forest…”

He spread his hands and let one of his long, lean legs stretch out in front of him. “You look like starlight. Everything you touch glows white-hot with your energy, even after you stop touching it. Your spaces are like bright shadows. It is mesmerizing to look at—I will sometimes stand in a space you do not occupy for long periods of time, experiencing how it might feel for you to be there.”

If Ila thought she’d been flustered before, the way he talked made her breath catch and made her skin fuzz like soft static. Heat flushed and colored her face and her chest, and it took her several tries to ask, “And what do I look like now?”

Idris cocked his head. There again was that smile in his voice. “You look like you. And you are still like starlight to me.”

She blurted, “If you’re trying to get me to kiss you again, all you had to do was ask.”

He laughed and it was a low, guttural thing that made her shiver. “If I wanted that, I would have kissed you and saved pretty words for much later.”

She wet her lips and watched him. There was something he wasn’t saying, woven into the polite formality of his speech. She’d never been kissed before—Tim’s kiss on her cheek notwithstanding. She’d craved carnality for most of her life, and she’d never had the opportunity to indulge in it. Maybe this clash between her world and his meant that she could indulge, just a little.

“What if I wanted you to kiss me, Idris?”

Idris froze. He wasn’t moving much to begin with, but all the subtle, dim light that played off his form ceased entirely and gave him away. He was a flat, black void in the shape of a man—a man that seemed very desperate to do exactly what she wanted.

He sighed. “I want to try something first. Before I do what you—what I—want.” He turned to lean his head back against the wall, exposing the arch of his throat.

With the dark between them and her inhibitions already running away from her, Ila could admit to herself—and only herself—that she wanted to bite him there. Bite him and see what sounds he could make with his beautiful voice that weren’t words at all.

“Tell me,” Ila said. She coughed as though that might clear the huskiness of it, and heat fluttered anew beneath her skin.

“I would like to…to play with you, while you are awake. To test the boundaries of the bond magic—and as an…idle curiosity.”

Her heart was in her throat, and she still somehow let out a soft laugh around it. “Just an idle curiosity?”

His gaze bored into her, and he said nothing in reply. The air shifted to an electrified charge with Idris at it’s epicenter, promising more than curiosity that neither of them were willing to admit to. ~~~ If you made it this far, then perhaps these excerpts have piqued your curiosity enough to preorder Her Fire? ♥

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[namiinstone]

If you're gonna tell me my work is disgusting, at least send it to my inbox, hey? Instead of leaving a nasty little note on an illustrated cover, for a 100k novel, that's a prime example of something folks like you who whine and bitch don't have the skill or wherewithal to do yourselves lol.

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[namiinstone]

His touch will be her annihilation. Ila Baden is haunted by a book; a fragile, old, burned book left to rot in her late grandfather's attic. Though she feels an immediate draw to it, she ultimately has no use for an empty antique damaged beyond repair. She leaves it to be junked, but the ancient being for whom the tome is a conduit will not let her go so easily. Idris is a ghost, a beast, a demon. He is everything Ila did not know she was missing, every dark faerie tale she wished were true. He is as kind as he is brutal, as tender as he is possessive. He scares her, captivates her, reignites the ashes of a long buried desire in her. After all: Ila is his to love, to claim, to consume. His heart, his blood, his fated mate. Only in annihilation by his hand will she understand that everything she thought she knew about herself, her life, her very being, was nothing but a lie. The Smoke and Silk Duet is a slow burn, taboo, paranormal romance that explores when the lines of lineage and love blur together. It is a romance between a blood-related father/daughter pair with a supernatural twist. Her Fire is part one of an entwined duet. The story will continue in book two, His Blood. PREORDER THE EBOOK HERE - After nearly four years from concept to final, the first half of the Smoke and Silk Duet is...almost done. But the cover painting is done, so here it is. ♥

Ila is mine, her father/lover Idris belongs to my husband ♥

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[namiinstone]

One of the frustrating things about my film censorship project is how many sources try to take a "censorship is a morally neutral act" viewpoint.

Like, no, motherfucker, censorship is fuckin' bad. I will take a hard line stance on this, I don't give a fuck. If you research the history and application of censorship, it never actually keeps anyone safe, and it is always used as justification to target marginalized people.

If you say that sex is obscene, you can target "sexual deviants," which is always used as coded language for queer people. If you say that violence is reprehensible and not allowed, you have a ready-made excuse to target oppressed people fighting back against their oppressors.

The Hays Code stated that filmmakers couldn't ridicule foreign nations. Did that cut down on racism and xenophobia? No! Joseph Breen, the head censor of the code enforcement office, was an antisemite and used the Code to block production of anti-nazi films, with the justification that they would "offend the Germans." It didn't protect anyone from anything, and it actually enabled further harm!

Censorship is fucking bad!

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[namiinstone]

I'm so happy to have found your blog again! Your work has given me the courage to use art as a way to cope and create my own taboo world. Tysm for sharing your art with us

Awww, I'm so glad anon! And I'm glad you found my blog again too. ^__^ ♥♥♥

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[namiinstone]

Older art of Ila and Idris from 2020--back before their hair was super fluffy and kinky haha. The bottom two illustrations were what I was supposed to put in that milquetoast e/rotica anthology but got pulled at basically the last second because fuck me I guess lol. Anyhow, as usual, you can find the full versions of these illustrations on my website’s artwork page, linked below! ♥ Thanks so much for looking. :) Ila is mine, her father/lover Idris belongs to my husband ♥

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Ila and Idris during a scene a little farther along in the Smoke and Silk Duet’s second novel, His Blood (book one, Her Fire, will be out January 2023). Their first time together in Idris’s realm after way too much pining, way too many near-misses, and so much careful, slow burn courtship. Idris is a gentleman demon--until he’s gently goaded his daughter into a begging, panting mess beneath him. You can find the full piece on my website’s artwork page, linked below, and you can find the timelapse for this piece on Twitter here! 🥰

Ila is mine, her father/lover Idris belongs to my husband ♥

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[namiinstone]

hey quick PSA:

there have been no changes to the community guidelines yet; nsfw is still prohibited

this is one part of a wider rollout

we don’t know what the official guidelines are going to be after the full rollout and what exactly is allowed; they could only allow erotic art, for example, and still ban photographed/video porn

please do not post a ton of porn and get your account banned until the actual full rollout has taken place and the guidelines are updated, it will be very sad for you

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[namiinstone]

Are commissions open right now?

Nope, sorry! I have a backlog of commissions I need to get through before I take on any more. ^^; I'll make an announcement on tumblr/twitter/in my newsletter when I am, though!

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[namiinstone]

A quick timelapse portrait of Idris. ♥ Full timelapse videos (usually 30+ minutes, sometimes an hour+) are available on my SubscribeStar, linked below. 🥰

Idris belongs to my husband ♥

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A quick timelapse portrait of Ila. ♥ Full timelapse videos (usually 30+ minutes, sometimes an hour+) are available on my SubscribeStar, linked below. 🥰

Ila is mine ♥

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[namiinstone]

Ila and Idris are a pair of characters my husband and I have played around with together since mid-2017. They were originally made for a long-abandoned story/fantasy setting that involved a few of our other characters, and at the time of their creation they were very, very different than what they are now. I felt like I wasn't allowed to have inc3stuous characters who had a romantic happily ever after, because all I ever saw was tragedy or abuse in longer works of fiction, or it was a f/etish niche populated by short e/rotic scenes without wider context, depth, or characterization. It was a very creatively frustrated time in my life, where I felt like I had to fit either one or both of these molds, somehow, to have what I wanted. Which ultimately didn't work, because I wanted interesting, slow-burn romances about a father in love with his daughter over a breadth of categories that just didn't exist! You can read more about Ila and Idris on the character page on my website! ^__^ You can also find their portrait timelapses here and here.

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