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I really enjoyed reading Annie Bot by Sierra Greer last year!

The talk to your friends app and the witness the horrors app being the same app is not great for the mental health is it

The gnome house omg???

idk man. latex knights

Rhaenys and Elia inspired by that Marie Antoinette dialogue from the movie.

the Milan Fashion Week of cemeteries, one might say

me promoting my artwork after seeing the one and only The Kiss by Francesco Hayez in person: um henlo 🧍‍♀️

as an obsessive graveyard explorer I've seen my fair share of historical cemeteries, but it's not an exaggeration to say that Milan's Cimitero Monumentale takes the coffin-shaped cake: the density, the pathos, the naked baddies sculpted onto every other final resting place - she is the drama

people who get worked up over fictional incest... man, do I have news for you about several classics of literature, including the recently screen-adapted one everyone keeps talking about

You're so good at drawing babies and children! 🧿

what if I actually sat down to draw the comic I storyboarded two years ago, what then

Thank youuuu! I try not to keep thinking about how they were mostly done in a hurry, because at the end of the day I am very happy with how the gestures turned out. 🥰

Summary of my #OCkiss26, which almost looks sequential 💋 #OCs

life ever since I handed in my letter of resignation

“There’s gonna be a live action—“ Stop. Just stop.

The drunk uncle theory.

You don’t argue with the casually homophobic uncle at Thanksgiving dinner to change his mind; you argue so that the closeted cousin at the kids table knows there’s safe people and better possibilities out there

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I am slowly warming up 😭

that level C1 Italian vocabulary lies dormant inside of me

A large deer skull masked figure, dressed fine 1640-60s garments with slashed sleeves, ribbons, and cape, crouches before a young woman with pearls in her hair that match her fair dress. Blood pours out of the large figure's chest. Their dripping heart is delicately held in their ringed, cupped hands... offering to the woman. The caption along the bottom reads: Take it, please...I do not want it anymore.

I wanted to love her, I truly did, for I cared for her so much but her love was too much for me. I treasured the time we spent together greatly, but I did not know how to match the affection she gave so easily to me. I did not know the mask I wore would attract such affec-tion. I did not know its smile would be perceived flirta-tious. When the realization hit me, I wanted to run and hide. She deserves someone who could match her affec-tions. And that sadly could never be me. My smiling mask did not help me in my efforts to dissuade her from pursuing my affection. So, I told her to meet me in the garden, that I had something special to gift her. She greeted me with a sweet smile and held out her hands ready to receive her gift. "I know this is what you want and I want you to have it," I told her. Then I dug my hands deep within my chest and offered her my heart. "Take it, please... I don't want it anymore. I know it's what you want, and with you, it will be safe so please... take it from me."

I thought I could go on without a heart, that was why I encouraged her to take my gift-despite her wary hands. But I assured her all would be well, letting the lump of muscle and flesh rest heavy on her hands. Gifting my mind to someone who admired my intellect resulted in no issues, so of course I thought giving away my heart would be more or less the same. If only I knew how wrong I was. Without a head or heart to guide my actions, my body became aimless. My sense of self was lost. Soon I was a lumbering thing with flesh that began to stretch with a great yearning for what was missing. And that was how she found me. From an ornate glass jar, she procured the still-beating thing and held it aloft. Instantly, my body stilled and my flesh leaned with intrigued. Through tears, she sniffed. " I kept it safe as promised, and I truly appreciate the sentiment of this gift, but it was never mine to take so... Please, take it back... You need it far more than I."

digital illustration bathed in warm hues of orange, red, and ochre greens of two figures framed in delight border. The smallest figure dressed in a 16th century shirt and doublet holds a large dripping heart up to the larger who is crouched on their hands and knees, trying to hold back the tentacles bursting through the torn linen of his shirt from a his chest under a wide-sleeved doublet. More tentacles twist and arch from where a head would be above a mane of long wavy hair. Text at the bottom reads: Please, take it back...you need it for more than I.

didn't have the energy to draw Valentine this year, so here's the first and last pieces him with some accompanying writing for all the aromantics 💚💐✨

Commission♦️

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my heart is so full of art and beauty already, I don't know if I can take any more on this trip

talking about my oc stories and hoping I don't sound like a 13 year old wattpad user

If you want to write anything good, you cannot afford to be afraid of your reader.

it comes from the heart 🫶

So profesh!

Large text: Mademoiselle Vorona Accompanying lore blurb: A bloodthirsty upyri witch from cold, distant Russia, she was once a maiden married to a cruel boyar whose taste for violence went beyond border skirmishes with the Tatars. After two miscarriages by her own lord's hand, her knife found his throat and she was burned at the stake for murder by his men. In the scorching inferno, by the smoke of her own roasting flesh, she was offered a bargain too tempting to refuse by a winged shadow. "Blood shall be thine panacea to death should thou serve mine purpose; exert mine influence over man's domain and giveth his flesh to mine possession." A sigil or magic circle of an Ars Goetia demon, three circles with each letter stamped in the first wide brim: S-I-T-R-I within the inner most circle are three plus-shaped crosses, propped up by a U shaped diagram, crossed and embellished by 4 circles, two small ones sit at opposite ends with a line connecting them and two larger ones hanging inside the U shape curves. Another circle is drawn at the bottom of the U parabolla diagram. The most prominent red-gowned figure, cut in the style of the classic 18th century Robe a la Francais stands with two accomapnying handmaids, who are young girls aged around 10-11. The upper half of her pallid face is obscured by a bergere hat, bedecked with red feathers of the spiderlily motifs, backed by bowties dotted with pearls. Her bustline is plumped and tight, pushing her cleavage up where it is further highlighted by curling scarlet tendrils teased into the shape of a spiderlily, crested by a large pearl. Her bodice is line further with smaller pearls and the rest of her dress fans out in the classic ballgown-shape, with its hem trailing to sharp but loose shapes reminiscent of bat wings. Her petticoat is trimmed with deep red lace, like congealing blood, lined with yet more pale pearls. Her hair is tucked beneath her brimmed hat, a prominent coiffure of long, raven-black hair.

Large text: Marechal de Camp, Zenos du Galvus lore blurb: Once a famed philanderer who seeded himself in the hearts and beds of both men and women by the virtue of his Adonis-like visage. All was well and good until the prodigal marquis found himself tangled with an enigmatic Mademoiselle, who was enrapturing the capital's nobility with her scarlet lips and charismatic eloquence. One thing led together and they were exchanging more than mere words. A salacious encounter was all he needed to witness her true nature and he managed to all but twist himself from under her talons and fangs. He fled with his life intact, yet his vanity, pride lay shattered and sense of self violated. The marquis soon took up the legacy of his noble family in the military to regain what he had lost. His family crest is backed by six impaling swords, the shield is a bluish-black adorned by a miniature crown. A dragon is mouted aside, its wings are angelic and its tail is entwined with the curling strands of laurels, denoting nobility and an enduring bloodline. Below is the family motto: ' Nam Sanguis et Ferrum' - literally 'For Blood and Steel' - however, the intent for steel alludes to the steel of arm - a blade, not the metal. The man himself wears a stark white cravat and a blue-silk coat, trimmed with dark - bordering on black - velvet. Decorated further with a chinoiserie-esque gold stitching. He wears a cream suit and pants beneath the coat and ornate, gold-trimmed armored greaves the colors of grayish black. He wears a prosthetic of the same color and design on the right arm - a wondrous mechanical work of near-daedalic quality. It props up a large and tall zweihander sword- the family heirloom from since the Capetian days - its gilded hilt bearing the feminine visage of beautiful death. The final image is accompanied by the label: 'Gilded Prosthesis.' It is the standalone design of his artificial limb, gilded with laurels, with striking golden talons on dark steel.

Character design I prepped to use for my class 🥰 gosh...I love them
#conceptart #ocsky #art #vampire

Four years ago I woke up at 5 am from distant explosions. I asked my boyfriend if he heard them too, he said he didn’t and I should go back to sleep. I tried to calm myself down, went on the internet, it was silent, no news or explanations.

For the record: I would do it again.