29. LUCIFER - Vivid Shadows 2023
“Look upon me, your shining morning star. See me, and see what my Father’s love is worth.”
This piece is from Vivid Shadows, an art series I do with my partner Jill. You can get the art book here!
Also, prints are available here ;)
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Vivid Shadows is over but I had a cool idea for day 3 I didn't get to do in time so I decided to go back and do it and now I'm cheating a lil bit so have this
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have a very early wip of a tea party :>
This is @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll Au
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Grandpa: well. uh. *brushes the feather off yakumo's chin* hm. Why... don't we go,. help Grandma now
based on a snippet of this anon's ask
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He really can't stop killing vampires, huh?
(No spoilers in the tags please! I've only seen til the end of season 2)
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Came back simply just to say FUCK project sekai's twitter fandom and their annoying ass gang of people who pretend to know what good writing is ❤️
Like the way I knew how this event would gain the same reactions as LUTF these guys are so predictable it's not even funny
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Oh my goodness. I dreamt TLSP was announced and we saw the cover of the album and it was sort of wrestling themed and it was platinum blond Miles and Alex had his vampire hair. I wish there was an AI generator for your dreams so I could share it
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Summary:
It had become a certainty in Aleksander's mind - that the concept of Alina always had a Mal attached to it. They were soulmates in every sense of the word. A realization that should have allowed him to come to terms with his feelings for her, but had instead - in an act of complete betrayal - provided him with unexpected new fantasies of them both.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 6580
Relationships: The Darkling/Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov
Additional Tags:
Cabin Fic, Snowed In, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Caretaking, Sickfic, Soft Alina Starkov, Soft The Darkling, Soft Mal Oretsev, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting & Modern, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff & Angst, Baghra’s A+ Parenting, Kissing, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending
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23. NECROMANCER - Vivid Shadows 2023
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is yes. I do fuck the skeletons.”
This is part of Vivid Shadows 2023, our art book inspired by transformation, mythology, and general monsterfuckery. We worked really hard on this, and your support means the world. Consider picking up the PDF here!
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13 - Familiar
Every time she went under the needle she became less herself and more something else. She could feel it in sinew pounding to a primeval beat, in skin prickling with unfamiliar heat before erupting in forms alien to her. The abominable elegance of it all did nothing to sate her turmoil.
She knew it should terrify her, but how could it when it made her heart race so rapturously, when it made her feel so alive? How could anything bother her after the needle was laid down for another day and that most important of all the world's voices graced her ear with its silken promise:
"You're going to be so perfect~"
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Have been struck with ideas about post-Chainbreaker War Art in Upepwani / Swatili, and they are not letting ago.
Also, Gustav being an absolute fucking nerd about all of it, because I love my nerdy boi
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@theaterism / continued.
wren couldn’t say what their dream had been about. it had dispersed like smoke parts for a swinging hand, yet they knew bits of reality had slipped into it as well, a fleeting dream that had started wren into wakefulness, bleary and disoriented. something moved beside them, twisted and groaned.
wren was on their feet in moments. light spilled across the room as they flicked a lamp, allowing themself to take in foxtrot’s shape: tangled in blankets like an acrobat with no grace, he jerked and gasped in ways that sent wren’s heart pounding. they reached for him, an unrestrained instinct, calling his name---only realizing their mistake when tearful eyes stared right through them and trembling hands smacked them away. wren’s heart skipped a beat, but they remained, and his apologies fell on deaf ears.
“it’s okay! it didn’t hurt, it’s okay. god, i--- are you okay?”
their entire body ran on electricity. a million thoughts raced through their mind at once, of things they ought to do or say on top of things they should not do or say, but at last they climbed onto the tumbled sheets to brush his cheek. it was sleek with sweat; he was drenched, drowning. “d’you want me to get you anything? water, or tea, or---?”
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(ALSO i looked back at another dorian lore post and idk if it's on purpose or not but)
the poetry of the first crest bearer having been a servant who rose in rank to honorary noble, and for dorian to have been a servant until his crest was discovered so he was elevated to noble...
>:3c hehehe i thought it made for a nice little bow on the whole thing
especially bc for the first ~four years of his life dorian was running around places decorated with paintings and full of tapestries of the family lineage while his mother worked, none the wiser about his connection
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