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"What's up baby girls" ~ Me, right now.

So, I have been dead for a while, education be damned, I still post art just have been stale on the insanity carnival posts, but fear not, spring is in the air and with summer will come my revitalised rejuvenation in all my interests (not that anybody cares).

Anyway to the point, my main blog is @ludwigmulergobrrrrrr so if you like to see my art in another stream of consciousness, behold.

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Man I wish, my mum stole my binder

#transgender #them gays #true mum w🫶🏻

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Damn

I promise I will do something in the near future (trust 🫶🏻)

#250 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you #scp 035 x scp 049 #scp fandom

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Hey y'all!

So I've been on quite a long hiatus but I don't want to leave my boys like that so starting Feburary I was thinking about doing one of those "Draw your OC challenges" and I found one I quite like but I want to narrow it down to 29 to do a month worth of drawing. (from which I probably will burn out and die but who cares!) I don't know how these will go but please help me narrow them down.

Bitte bitte.

Thank you 🫶🏻

#scp 035 #scp 049 #scp fandom #art #art challange #scp 035 x scp 049 #sketchbook

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what do you all think of this video?

On one hand I agree but on the other…

God going to freeze frame animate this video so hard.

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Car doodles

Last year while stuck on a German highway I did some car doodles all with a minute timer. Guess who’s stuck on a highway once again!

#scp 035 #scp 049 #scp fandom #art #doodle art #quick sketch #old sketch #car doodles doododododooo

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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, I didn't really have much time but I could not leave ya'll without a gift.

Here is a quick sketch I did in under an hour,

Sometimes all you need sometime is space.

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THEM GAYYYYS??!?!?!??!!

James, my truest love - know no shame.

#ultra mega super gay just look at them #gay #ha ha funny

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Y'all some help?

Bonjour, so elaborating on my previous silly little theatre-kid thought of painting Dyo and Pierre in Phantom of the Opera get up, I want ya'll's thoughts should I paint them in watercolour or in marker? I mean I painted what is now my profile picture in watercolour however I've been working in marker for the past year, and then I'll have to grab a whole new sketchbook and it will be a whole thing, but I am up for a challenge. Also, I think a dress will be funnier to paint in watercolour.

#scp 035 #scp 049 #scp 035 x scp 049 #scp fandom #art #scp fanart #sketch #sketchbook #drawing #old sketch #phantom of the opera #theatre kid brain go brrrrrrrrr #rat man and his theatre kid boyfriend #rat man #they do be silly #i have standards *hairflip*

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*Throws a drink* *Dramatic hair-flip* *Points, yelling* "I WON'T HESITATE BITCH *Puts hands on hips*

bro....😔

some good shit Alagadda memes

sorry

#so 035 #scp fandom #scp 035 #shitpost #drama queen #drama queen go brrrrrr #scp alagadda

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Honestly, 035 do be giving 💅

guess who is my favorite

designs for my fanfic

#scp 035 #slay queen #💅 #yaasss #slay 💅

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Note: Hello, so yes I'm planning for at most three more chapters because I am on a deadline and I have sewing projects to work on but nonetheless I had way too much fun writing this. Again all constructive criticism is welcomed.

A Trip to Alagadda | The Anguished court

I found myself asleep once more, for what seemed to be in the prison of my own mind. 

There was nothing far as the eye could see, eternal darkness wrapping the forever stretching length of what the mortal mind could muster. In the distance as if through a thin veil, I heard whispers in long dead tongues all merging together in a moment’s thought. Gentle child’s voices singing from far away, too near yet too far away to reach. 

Perchance it all was a dream, that sea, that beach, that city. Perchance it was all a fragment of my exhausted mind, perhaps I would awake once more in that dark, cold cellar, face ink-stained, hair tangled in the incohesive ramblings of the ripped-out pages of my book. 

But it all was eerily familiar, too familiar to brush off as a dream. 

There was nothing to go to

Nothing to come from

There simply was nothing

So he was here. 

I awoke once more but not in the damp, cold cellar. I instead found myself wrapped in silken sheets, so dark I thought I was swallowed up by that forsaken ocean. There was hardly any colour in the chamber, glimpses of moonlight too brief and too far between to make sufficient light. 

From quick glimpses, the chamber itself looked like a dilapidated Cathedral, the marble cracked the painted ceilings derelict, the statues long forsaken. There was something almost ethereal about it, little bits of ash floating in the air. 

It was cold. 

So bitter cold. 

The bitter air smelt of burned books, on its waves lingered the ancient smell of neglected olive pastures, of wine preserved with terebinth resin, of salty shores brushing on Greek sands…

…

He sat by the side of the bed. 

The white porcelain locked in the face of permanent anguish, pain radiating in a could of misery surrounding him. 

His raven robes flowed in the wind from a window left ajar.

The black holes of his eyes peered with utmost diligent patience. 

“So you’re the Anguished Lord then,” I finally spoke, voice horse and tired. 

He said nothing for a while determined to look at me. 

“Good morning to you too mon cher,” He spoke, his voice echoing and cold. 

“Cut the niceties how and why am I here?” 

“No appreciation as always, I see,” 

“No Dýo, you see I did not think we were on speaking terms after our last encounter, so imagine my utmost pleasant surprise when I find myself here for whatever reason, with no recollection of what happened, how I got here, where I am, who are these people. Yet, oh, how lovely one and only thing that is familiar here is you,”

There was silence. 

“What do you need me here for Dýo?,” I asked bluntly. 

“I was missing you–” 

“Up!” I put a finger to his porcelain lips. “No,” 

“Fine, I need you here,” 

“Why?”

“I–...” He struggled. “I…” It was clear the words he couldn’t muster. His pride-too big and hard to swallow. 

“Go on,” I couldn’t hide a cocky smile. 

“I may need you to perform a series of actions that in the likely event of their successful outcome will benefit me,” 

“No,”

The frustration on his unchanging face was palpable. 

“Let me help you… You–”

“I,”

“Need,”

“Need,” 

“My,”

“Your,” 

“Help,”

“H…” 

“Go on say it,” 

“... Zeus almighty… I need you. I need your help,” He put his hand on my leg, leaning in. 

“What for?”

“You see… we’re all finding ourselves in a predicament here. There is a king– an idiot who can barely string a sentence together, but a king non the less, is gravely sick, and I and the other Lords have been tasked with finding someone who can cure him,”

“How long has this been going on for?”

“About… what a good year in human time… Here time passes differently,” 

“As is everything…”

“What?” 

“Nothing, go on,” 

“Well… Many physicians tried many physicians failed. The other Lords have been shovelling them in like manure in the hope one can cure the king… well none can… doctors from everywhere– so far none can,” 

“And… I’m rather afraid the answer as to what happens to those who can’t?” 

“...Ugh… It’s hard to put into words eloquently enough for your human brain to comprehend,”

“Hmm, thank you for the sprinkle of condescension– but I digress. What makes you think I can help your… king? I am as you like to say but a mere mortal physician, you know colds, broken bones, fevers, plagues. I do find it unlikely that if physicians from countless worlds have been brought to aid and have subsequently failed I could succeed,”

He leaned in closer. 

“My darling,” He put his porcelain cold hand on mine. “Do you not think that if I thought you incompetent I wouldn’t have brought you here?” 

“Well if that isn’t the greatest compliment you’ve ever given me,”

“You’re welcome,” He smiled. 

There again was silence. 

“Well… is this where you’re actually from?” I broke the silence looking around. 

“Pht! No of course not I told you–” Dyo put a hand on his chest flabbergasted. 

“Well, it does seem more plausible than you being a gift from ancient Greek gods doesn’t it?” 

“Why do you have to take the magic out of everything?” 

“I’m a doctor I have to, you remember the plague and how far believing in magic got all the other doctors,” 

“Such a bold statement coming from a you,”

“My faith has nothing to do with this discussion,”

“Ah, yes, pardon me Mr Jerusalem, how is your crusader armour fairing?”

“Enough…,”

“So, if not from here how did you end up here?” 

“Ah, that’s a long one,” 

“I’m sure your brilliant mind can condense it,”

“Well, when you pissed off back to France to rot away in whatever basement it is you live in, I decided to go back to England to write some plays with Billy. Did I tell you about how he completely stole my script for Othello, that bastard–”

“Dyo, don’t get sidetracked,” 

Deep breath “Aaaanyway, I arrived only to find the theatre under partial restoration and completely empty! There were some beggars in the construction rubble and I was like ‘Where’s Billy’ And guess what the bugger has been dead for three years now! Did you know that? I didn’t. Right and so I go backstage to see if before his death he managed to steal more of my scripts, and maybe fiddle with some costumes– when like a speck of fire this thing catches my eye. In the corner, on the wall, there hangs a Japanese tapestry, and I’m like I hadn’t seen that before. And so I go up to it and I’m like that’s really strange, and so I peel it back, and guess what in the wall there is a passage downward, long spiralled stairs,”

Like an ocean wave, the image of spiralled stairs going downward into the dark oblivion hit my mind. Too vivid to be a dream.  

“Right? And so I keep going, and going thinking damn what else has that bastard been hiding from me. And I get to the bottom, and there is this giant locked door, with some alchemy equation. And so I solved it because I am the single smartest –”

“Dyo,”

“Shhhhhhh,” He placed his finger to my lips. “And so I solve it and it lights up, sparkling ‘pshhhhhhhh… boom!’ and it swings open and as I step inside I find myself in this garb and in my mask, and the rest is history,” 

“So this is where you’ve been the last five years?”

“It’s been five years? Good Lord the time here really does move quickly,” 

“I’ve been searching for you,”

“Not like you’ve been missing me though?” I did not answer. “I didn’t think so,” 

“... So I assume you did not bring me here to keep me in bed,” I sat up. 

“Right, so are you willing to help me?” 

“Supposing I am not annihilated, yes, however, I must ask what will I be getting out of this?” 

“Well, assuming you’re not… and I know you wouldn’t be… I promise not to harass you for a full century,”

“Century and a half,”

“One-fifth,”

“One-half,”

“One-forth,”

“Dyo I gave you my price take it or leave it’s up to you,” 

“Fine, one hundred and fifty years I promise I will not defame you, try and kill you or in any way harm your personal possessions,” 

“Deal,” I stretched my hand to him, he shook it and nodded. 

“Now let me show you what you’ll be wearing,” He revealed a garment so pathetically laughable, it was hard to restrain. 

“No,”

“Yes,”

“Listen I built my suit specially to prevent the spread and contamination, your clownish theatre garbs may work for theatre but they do not for actual working,” 

“I’ll take that criticism to heart… But as a physician that I’m presenting to the king you must look the part,”

“Trust me next to you I’ll blend right in,” His face slacked. “Where are my sack and staff?”

“At least keep the shiny boots,”

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Can we appreciate the frozen second in time of Chavallier having a stroke.

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Nearly a year ago my silly little theatre kid brain had a silly little theatre kid intrusive thought, and was like: 035 the Phantom of the Opera maybe? And so a year later my silly little theatre brain is elaborating.

Dyo forcing his boyfriend to act with him in a musical is: haha funny, and I have perfect references to prove it.

So Dyo and Pierre core.

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I like to think they just klink awkwardly.

I love these guys so much 🤲❤️‍🩹

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Other illustrations from "A trip to Alagadda" The Four Lords + Rat Man (scp 049).

From my knowledge, this is a very non-canonical depiction but hell this is the scp fandom I can do whatever I want.

My thought process: as scp 035 (Dyo) is a Greek theatre mask, and the king closely resembles the hanged king's tragedy it would be fun to make all the Lords a depiction of a different Western theatre style.

Anguished Lord- pretty self-explanatory he's a porcelain ancient Greek theatre mask, in the style of Dionysus henceforth the grapes and golden leaves, and of course, our drama queen needs hair *Dramatic Hairflip*

Odious Lord- despite his Tudor garb he wears a Roman theatre mask. I originally wanted to portray him in a Japanese Noh theatre mask, but being a pitiful sad European theatre kid who eats raisin porridge every morning, has never smelled a chilli pepper and will die in the sun, I am a Western theatre kid and would feel rather strange portraying what I know very little about. Also, I would want the mask to have a wider arrangement of colour but Alagadda's colour palette does not allow for that. Later with a deeper dive into Noh theatre history and culture, I may redesign him but for now, we have Bacchus.

I like to think he has terrible beef with the Anguished Lord.

Mirthful Lord- Commedia dell'arte was a rather silly part of theatre culture, with many gags, improvisation and silly jokes, feels perfect for the Mirthful Lord. Pantalone is often one of the masters of the Commedia, greedy and erratic, hmmm. His other garb is that of a jester, so funzies, and because of the shape of his mask he taunts 049 because of their "likeness".

Diligent Lord- A white Carnival of Venice mask from my understanding the most accurate depiction of all the lords, just funny to draw and also 👁️.

Pierre- No explanation needed, however hohohon.

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Forgot to post this earlier, this is one of the illustrations of Alagaddan Street from "A Trip to Alagadda" also on my Tumblr.

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