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jubilationsart · 11 months

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Wick

#art #ocs #wick #asl #sign

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lampfacedstudios · 2 months

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almost…. there…. 💀

gonna leave this to sit overnight at least so I can come back at it and do one more round of nitpicking before I consider it "done". at this point it's mostly finishing effects anyways.

#I redid those background trees SO many times #from the ground up #my computer doesn't love the file size anymore either #almost there #wip #art #wick #fantasy #creature #monster #monstersona #terato

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yukiyamato · 4 months

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My mains!

#idv #identity v #mike morton #melly plinius #victor grantz #wick #fanart #my art

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multific · 1 year

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Being Vincent de Gramont's Wife - Headcanons

Warnings: smut

You were much like him

A sadist hungry for power

He met you through Winston when he sent you to take care of a problem in London with him

Winston said you were his best

Better than John Wick

And you didn't disappoint

Working with you was so easy

As if you two have been working together for years

Vincent originally didn’t want your help

But seeing the potential in you, you proved him wrong

You were a true professional

While you did enjoy teasing Vincent or his men, as soon as the situation got real, you were in focus mode

And that really got Vincent's attention

Your focus

Your talent and determination

You were good

Really really good at what you were doing

One evening, he invited you for a celebration

Celebration for your win

And Vincent certainly didn't expect the wine-red dress you decided to wear

The one that showed off your curves perfectly

It awakened a side of Vincent he didn't even know existed

He soon found out that his hand fit perfectly to every single curve on your body

Neither of you was patient enough

It became a night of true celebration

After that, Vincent asked for your help more and more often

Soon, you were married

The couple everyone feared

The Marquis and his wife

Vincent absolutely loved the fear people felt whenever they realized you two were after them

You were unstoppable

The two of you had an effect on each other

An effect terrible for your target but amazing for you two

Vincent often commissioned matching clothes for the two of you

You were a classy woman

Even the way you held yourself spoke volumes

The way everyone’s eyes were on you as soon as you entered a room

Vincent had the same effect

You loved the finer things in life

And the finest thing was possibly Vincent himself

He was tall, handsome, powerful and incredibly skilled

Skilled both in combat and in bed

First, you were convinced your marriage was about power and fear

Fear, which your name put into people

But lately, you weren't so sure

Vincent was rather gentle with you always but his eyes never changed

But nowadays they did

He seems to be smiling more when you are there

And you also noticed a change in yourself

You always loved to cook

So, whenever you did, you would always make sure that Vincent would also receive a plate

Sometimes you would even serve him food yourself to make sure he eats

Then lately, he would come to the dining room

Knowing your schedule well, and when you ate, he was there for every meal

Sometimes you two talked, sometimes silence filled the room, either way it was comfortable

Sex also changed

It used to be all about control and getting each other off

But lately, you noticed it became more about the touches, the kisses and the slow and deep movements

You never let him cum inside before

But now, you found yourself craving for the feeling of him finishing inside

You loved how close it made the two of you feel

And soon, you couldn't deny it any longer.

The two of you were in love

And you both knew it

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~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

DO NOT STEAL, PLAGIARISE, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS

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midbyte · 5 months

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i havent been able to draw anything for weeks except for this little sketch

#ham art #dnd #furry #wick #my favorite sexy war criminal

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notxtwhiledrive · 1 year

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“What a delectable tipple!” Music credits: Moulette - The night is young The Lackadaisy short was so GOOD. hope it gets picked up! amazing job to Tracy and the team behind it!

#Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy Cats #Lackadaisy fanart #animation #fan animatic #Mitzi May #lackadaisy mitzi #lackadaisy wick #wick #wick sable #dance #Fanart #dancing #dance animation #cat #gold leaf #art nouveau #1920s style #Tracy J. Butler

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chronicalchaos · 11 months

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Ok, this is completely random and I just want to say this...

I really love the drawing you did for your profile picture.

Oh, thanks! It's part of a drawing that I did, it's sort of an spin off from my Wick inspired RPG

I actually finished the drawing part, but I didn't find a picture, just this incomplete version.

#wick hellbent games #wick (2015)#wick #wick game #wick horror game #asks

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pothosrays · 1 month

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today's dump

#not crow #ray art #mother reverie #wick #moth guy #vivian #sketches #paintings

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greekceltic · 7 months

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I don't talk about my headworld much because itdy text limits discourage it. I'm gonna try throwing more factoids on doodles. Context bedamned haha

They'll probably be redundant. These already are- but I'm also used to art being flushed into a toilet where it will never seen again. Income aside twitter dying has been a relief for me. I used to talk about it a ton here, but since I'm posting in multiple places I stick with the text limit unless I'm feeling chatty.

#catsway #lore #wick #headworld #lantern #lamp

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mulberry-mansion · 1 year

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Dancing in the flames

#my art #identity v #idv #identity v postman #victor grantz #wick

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dire-vulture · 3 months

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you know..nocturnes are just really fun to play with shapewise. even the ones that aren't full body there's still so much you can do with their faces!

(though omg i need to make new drawings for Wick and Antikyra..literally the first two nocs in my lair, they deserve new art! Lessie too but I think i want to regene her fgsfd)

#fr nocturne #nocturne #my art #uva-ursi #belisa #lessie #pfefferminze #antikyra #douglas #mega #royi #vilfredo #wick #sonata #sweetheart #avril #freyisbreen #im never quite sure what my actual favorite breed to draw is but..nocturnes seem to be a solid contender

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lampfacedstudios · 3 months

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leave it to me to plan out a piece and then get lost as hell in the rendering of a singular dimension of the piece that was supposed to be blurred to begin with

eh I'll probably just blur the tall grass in the foreground.

I can just imagine how nuts I'll go when I actually get to the rendering of the subject and then the background aspects.

#art #wip #monstersona #lampsona #wick #creature #monster #forest #terato #the bg is only that light in the second image so I can see what I'm doing better #I definitely want to keep the piece darker and have ghostly Wick be the light point of it all

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harleyqueen24 · 10 months

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Freedom, or not

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Talk about illegality, invasion of privacy, power imbalance, swearing.

WORD COUNT : 1.8k

Summary: You do your studies in Lille's city. Suddenly, Vincent come to visit you. But, you know that it’s gonna be bad.

Thank you to @murasakispace for the correction.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/

Friday, your lessons were over. You left class with your friends, happy to have finished your group project for the semester. You wanted to go out for a drink to celebrate. Your second MASTER was over. You and your friends were so happy. You were on your way to a café, when a black limousine stopped in front of you. Its window rolled down and you saw a familiar face. He wore black glasses and had immaculate hair.

"Good evening, Miss Y/N." You knew why he was there. You knew who weas in the car and who was waiting for you. You gazed at your friends and sighed. They knew your situation and shrugged their shoulders with a broken smile. The driver continued to focus on you. "Sir waits you at..."

"The back. I know. Thank you Simon."

He replied you with a nod and pulled up the window. You gave them a little wave and smile to reassure them. They replied you with a "Salut !" and you got into the car to join the man you never wanted to see again: Vincent. He was dressed in a blue and purple checked three-piece suit. The envy of laughing at this extravagant costume overcame you. Although, you had to remain as neutral as possible so as not to start another argument. If he was here, it was because he had something important to tell you. You sat down in front of him, seriously.

These five years far away from him had done you the most good. You remembered the last time where you saw him. It was in Paris, at a dinner to celebrate his diploma. His parents had been so proud of him. Now, he was working with his father. It seemed that Monsieur was too lazy to continue his studies.

"So, are you going to speak up at some point?" he said, irritated. You had been watching from the window since you got into the limousine. The driver had the time to leave Lille and get on the motorway. It was normal for him to feel insulted. You turned your head towards him.

"It depends. If you tell me what you want."

"Chérie, we have two hours ahead of us. We have the time to come to the main issue."

"All the more reason not to talk to you. And I'm not your 'chérie'." His fists clenched. You knew he hated that. He sighed.

"You have not changed. Always so frank, serious and boring." His words were like spikes, piercing you to the core. He knew how hurt you were. Even though you were not supposed to show your feelings under any circumstances.

You looked out the window again. "And you, always so contemptuous and arrogant."

He smiled. "That's normal. It's part of my charm."

"Your charm. Mon cul, oui." You thought. Trees and houses were marching in front of you. A few minutes later, you realised that you were leaving the Lille area. "Where are you taking me?" you asked him.

"Are you only asking me that now?" he replied with a grin. "This is a surprise."

"You know that I don't like it."

"Yes, I know. That’s why I’m making you one."

You sighed. "You annoy me." He smiled, proud of himself. And it was only been an hour since you had left the city. "Is it far away?" you asked him.

"The destination ? Not really." He picked up his cup of coffee and he drank a sip.

"So, are we almost there? I have a lot of work to do."

"It will wait."

It will wait? You refused. You broke your back to be the best in your class. You did everything you could to show your father the leader you’d be if you took over his business. And this man said it as if there were more important things to do. Outraged, you grabbed your PC and started working on your project.

He gazed at you and sighed. "So, you don't want to talk to me."

"I would rather work." Your fingers tapped the keyboard quickly and you were so focused on your work that you lost track of time. The car pulled up and Simon opened the door. You lifted your head. "Are we there yet?"

"A few minutes ago." Vincent got out of the vehicle. You joined him and discovered where he had taken you. The great glass pyramid of the Louvre stood proudly before you. It was not the first time you had seen it. He reached out to you, waiting for you to grasp it.

"Will my fiancé please accompany me on this visit?" You gazed at his hand, then at Vincent and walked towards the main entrance without taking his hand, which was waiting for yours. He closed it, clenching his fist. "Alright." he said, annoyed.

You walked along the long corridors of the museum, observing at the paintings and statues. You stopped in front of Le Sacre de Napoléon by Jacques-Louis David. To admire it for the umpteenth time. You loved everything about this painting, the brushstrokes, the colours, the lights. It captivated you.

"Wonderful, no?" Vincent told you, next to you.

"Yes. Wonderful." You answered, stars in your eyes. "Did you know that Napoleon’s mother was not present at the son's coronation?" You asked him.

"Yes and that is why Napoleon the First asked the painter to install it."

You gazed him, surprised. "Finally, you know something."

"Why? Did you doubt it?"

"Sometimes." You continued down the long, high corridor.

After a few minutes, you saw a table. Vincent invited you to sit down. You looked around before moving to one of the two chairs. A butler came and served you tea, cakes were in front of you. Your fiancé took two teaspoons of sugar and mixed it into the tea. You decided to take the lead.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"You don't beat around the bush." he said you with a little grin. "We need to talk about..."

"If it's about the marriage, I'll stop you. Your father always reminding me." you cut him off. He laughed.

"It was not in my mind to talk about it. I just wanted to spend some time with my fiancée."

"And about what? Business?"

"Oh, you know how to talk to me, Bébé."

"Don't. Call. Me. Like. This." you said, enraged.

"Wow! Calm down! It was a joke."

"It wasn't fun." You sighed and took your cup of tea to drink. You observed at a few paintings while your fiancé talked. For almost an hour, he only talked about his business with his father. But one thing caught your attention: your father's business. Vincent knew a lot about it. Even a little too.

"Working with your father gives us something extra."

You fixed. "What do you mean?" you said, confused. He put down his cup and crossed his legs.

"The illegal art market is not very well known, only the richest have access to. But that’s what gives it its charm and power. Doing business with your father is always a pleasure."

You stood up suddenly. "An illegal market?" you exclaimed. You knew nothing of your father’s activities or of his relationship with the Marquis. Although, you did know one thing: art is above all a passion and pure. That's what your father taught you. Your father would never have tolerated this. Vincent watched you, intrigued.

"What?"

"What? What! Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ?"

"Judging by your reaction, I see your father didn’t tell you."

It was right. Your father didn't tell you anything about his business. At the same time, you had gone to another town, a two-hour drive from Paris. So, you didn't know much.

"My father? Doing that? That's impossible..." you murmured.

"If you weren’t so far from Paris, you might know the latest."

You glared at him. You remembered why you had gone to Lille. You didn’t want to hear him, see him, or even feel him. You didn't want to listen to this guy who was going to be your husband. Just thinking about it mad you want to throw up. He took a sip of his tea when you said:

"Maybe if you didn’t exist, I could live my little quiet life by my side."

His jaw clenched. He hated it when you said things like that. It touched his ego. He put his cup down violently. "Because you think I’m happy to marry a woman as boring as you?" Now, it was your turn to go mad. You stood up quickly and walked towards one of the museum's many corridors. Vincent sighed and followed you.

"Y/N!"

He called you, but you didn't care. You were so angry when you heard him. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your handle. You turned in front of him, violently. You were standing in front of La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix.

"What? Are you gonna ask me again why I’m angry? Why am I reacting like this? Or are you gonna ask me why I'm running away?"

"I..."

"No! Don't talk! I’m talking here!"

He took a breath and folded his arms. You continued to speak. "I was very happy to be in Lille. Happy to be doing something with my life. And just for what? A job. A fucking job that I know I may never achieve." You took a breath, before continuing. "And you... You’re back in my life after two fucking years. Two fucking years of doing what I wanted, going to parties, making friends and studying what I wanted. I was free!" His eyes widened. He wanted to speak but no words came out. "Do you understand, now? Your mere presence reminds me that I could never be happy!"

"And for me? Don’t you think I feel the same way?"

You smiled. "It's different for you. You’ve always accepted what your father told you to do. Like a good boy to his daddy!"

"Don't talk about my father like that! Did those girls you hang out with teach you that vocabulary? I should have kept a better eye on your entourage!"

Your eyes widened. What? Did he spy on you and your friends? "Unbelievable. You were spying on me!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're my fiancée!"

"Et alors ? That's not a reason!"

"For me, si !"

A bodyguard suddenly interrupted you. "Sir."

"What?" you said together. For the first time, you agreed on the same thing. Which surprised you. The man in the corstard scraped his throat before he spoke. It smelled bad all that stuff.

"Sorry to bother you, but…"

"Talk!" Vincent shouted.

"I have to inform you that your father is dead."

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Translate French - English :

MASTER : degree after 5 years of study.

Salut ! : Hi!

Monsieur : Sir

Chérie : Darling

Mon cul, oui : My ass.

Bébé : Baby

Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ? : Do you realize what you just said?