Day 2: The King, The Dreamlands & Desperation (sort of)
Day 3: Larson Family, Guilt & Addison
Day 4: New York (sort of) & Trust (sort of)
Annddd here’s the rest of my pieces for Malevoversary! I don’t have much free time to do the last two prompts but 5 is a nice number to end off on. Happy Anniversary o/
Unfortunately a little busy to do anything elaborate for everyone’s soggy man’s birthday so have something a little simple to celebrate (ie some pre-show fluff + parker design. as a treat) o/ happy birthday arthur lester so sorry for [REDACTED]
ALSO this counts as malevoversary, happy early bday to malevolent as well 🎉
When the troll didn’t answer the call, the father and daughter would pass through, putting an end to their trip around the park. Those were, no doubt, the happiest days of his life.
you see its called the nightmare because it gave me nightmares (read: agony)
JOHN: Dawn. (A gentle, upbeat piano tune begins to play.)
ARTHUR: Dawn?
JOHN: The sun is rising. Amber slices of morning light are cutting their way through the window and into the room.
ARTHUR: Tomorrow came.
JOHN: It’s a new beginning, Arthur. A clean slate.
ARTHUR: No, no. Not a clean slate.
JOHN: No? I thought that’s what you wanted.
ARTHUR: That was easier than to remember what I’ve learned, what I’ve preached, not only to you but myself that… that we can’t escape these things we’ve done.
JOHN: Okay.
ARTHUR: But it still is another. And I’d rather… greet a new day like an old friend. With fondness… and appreciation.
— The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace, The Amazing Devil
is this more “harlan should do amazing devil covers with arthurs voice” propaganda? maybe. but otherwise arthur lester makes such a good muse. perpetual magnet of tragedy i could write ballads about this man and how much he fucks up its astounding how much the narrative hates him
non-gif artwork + closeups (i spent too long on the face please look at him):
And I stare at the soldiers before me — All my blossoms that have waited to fall
And I walk — And I walk — And I walk — And I walk
Knowing every last one of them is painted in light
As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right.
— Blossoms, The Amazing Devil
horror podcasts (derogatory)
this was actually a school project mind you so somewhere out there, some fanart of two of the most divorced losers that can ever divorce is just there. out in the open. fun stuff.
Bi-annually, at least, the pipes and asphalt will freeze — and we'll still talk about it
If I wish for anything this year, it would be a bigger house
With walls spaced far enough apart to keep my loved ones out the dark
— When the powеr grid goes out
Song: December ‘04 — The Oh Hellos
After days of working on this and then an extra week of contemplation arguing with myself if this counts towards the contest theme and if its an act of folly on my behalf to have two people who don’t celebrate christmas be the main subject in a christmas piece — I CAN PUT THIS TO REST. This is the first time I ever entered any fanart contests and I may have stressed this one out a bit too far (coming from the several revisions and sketches that I’ll have to clean up in a later time) but I hope this will suffice.
Most of Elio and Vox’s winters were spent using the holidays to steal for survival — something about the Christmas spirit before they start pickpocketing, I am imagining — and when they are well past the need to lowkey ruin Christmas for others, they’ll just spend the rest of the winter days huddled up in whatever space seems the most comfortable and catch up on the old times, with drinking being their second-most priority. The left does depict their first winter together (if you can count it as that based on the circumstances), but comfort is comfort either way.
So like,,, Merry Christmas?? I am like a day late but santa can wait, i have no need to follow his schedule.
And also — additional little sketch below because i felt like there was something missing in the full piece and wanted to do an extension piece, up to them to decide if this counts towards the entry or not.
timelapse, close-ups and an alt version of the extra under the cut:
But yeah, genuinely I had a lot of fun making this piece despite all my mulling about it and how painful rendering was (“Oh, I’ll just render Elio and Vox and be done with this” then proceeds to spend 4 hours rendering blankets) but i felt like my effort will pay off in the end and IT DID (personally, of course), mrr chrrms and have an intact 2024 💃🕺🏻💃🕺🏻
I would also like to add — thank you everyone who has followed and reblogged from this account this year, I know I am very silent and only pop in to drop art then go radiosilent for the next couple of days but reading all the tags has been keeping me up and motivated to draw all the time and it means even more because this is the first time i made a dedicated account — it may not mean much in the long run, but you all are really fun and made my 2023 a lot better :D now i am off to go retire for the year, have a good one
here's my captain Autumn ('de Wilde’ is her real last name but due to some grievances and legality issues, alongside some high society gentleman saying that it was a pretty name, 'd'Ville’ is what she usually goes by as a last name), a reckless liberationist who probably should have gotten a sense of danger by now but she's more alive than not (we do not talk about her nightmare levels though) She hates the monarchy, the monarchy hates her — as you do.
and an extra two doodles of her because I found the clockwork sun just to draw these two, fair reminder that she can’t see the sun
small bits of backstory: went insane for nearly a decade after their life fell apart when their lover had died, but came to the Neath (aka. getting too disturbed then got thrown into jail) after they heard that he is still alive.
haven’t done too much with them but they left their mail open so feel free to sneak in a calling card or two.
Classified Report #████: Summary (17th of August, 1895)
Born in Florence, Italy with no identifiable mother or father under the name Cirillo █████. Was raised by the Constables before being "disposed" of in 1883 after openly assisting with a murder. Allegedly assisted with the murder of Fyodor Ivanovich Volkov in October 1883. Has ties with cases of espionage and vandalism between November 1883 to April 1886, and was recruited by "The Pandemonium" by May 1886. Framed for the murder of Markov Nikolaevich Regulus and was marked as persona non grata in 1891. Soon fled to the Neath in 18██. Current whereabouts unknown.
To be proclaimed dead, under any circumstances.
Pen name: Vox R. Volkov
Classified Report #████: Summary (28th of February, 1896)
Born in Budapest, Austria-Hungary as the second heir to the Volkov family. Partly responsible for the death of his father Fyodor Ivanovich Volkov in October 1883. Has assisted in cases of murder and robbery from November 1883 to April 1886. Was adopted by Markov Nikolaevich Regulus in June 1886 and was soon integrated into "The Pandemonium" by July 1886. Killed Markov Nikolaevich Regulus in 1891 and was marked as persona non grata by authorities, as per Regulus' will along with his accomplice. Fled to the Neath in 18██ following ████'s trail. Current whereabouts unknown.
Assumed dead.
[They’re now open to accept calling cards! (took them long enough).]