Finally posting my piece for @twsthorrorzine !! it was very challenging to get out of my comfort zone and draw something horror-esque for once but I've been wanting to do it for a long time and I suppose it was worth it 😭!
Full art under the cut; beware CW for blood, gore and animal death (jack is having an unfortunate deer for dinner)
Commission by @lafirechicken! Kiriona design by @nil-elk, specifically from this absolutely spectacular Kiriona piece
“Good,” said someone, so savagely that it sounded like a new voice altogether. “Good. Die. Die for her … it’s the only goddamn good you’ll ever do her. It’s all any of you ever knew how to give her. You could have lived for her … but you didn’t know how.“
~ Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir
“Don't say that you'll always love me
'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you over and over again.”
~Doomsday, Lizzy McAlpine
Suffering through exam phase right now so please expect this space to be very inactive in the next few weeks but before I go I’m making you all suffer with me by finally posting the art I commissioned of what’s maybe the most angsty Kiriona scene in all of NtN…
Something something the girl who gave her heart and life for Harrow and just offered to do it all over again yelling about how “it’s the only goddamn good you’ll ever do her” with her wounds exposed while covered in Harrow’s blood… I’m in agony
Someone please give this poor girl a hug (and preferably lots of therapy)
teeth and guts and roaring waves, she crashes against me where i stand. when the wind picks up and she buckles underneath me, it is the world she turns upside down. the ache in my lungs grows sharper, these days.
as though each rocking motion drags my chest across a whetstone, uneven pressure and ever changing angle, until I am worn to metal dust. until the lines in my palms are deep enough to hold her, and my walk wavers when I leave her.
some days, she is quiet, see. she lies, still and unmoving underneath me, and when I look into her, it is into the eyes of a fanged thing that has long since had its last meal. the thing lays still.
the thing smiles. and she is, all at once-
there is a whale carcass rotting somewhere deep within her, sinking ever deeper, still. there is salt on my lips and the smell of seaweed in my nose. in my hand, the rope is fraying. upon my chest, my shirt is wet with longing.
oh, but i love her.
- take your two good hands, and cup with them your heart. it will not be the last offering you make her. she will swallow it, and leave in its place a thing with teeth.