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late night sketch

#sketch #paul atreides #timothée chalamet #timothee chamalet #dune #dune art #dune fanart

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mairon in numenor

#sketch #mairon #sauron #silmarillion #the silmarillion #the silm #silm #silm art #silm fanart #silmarillion fanart #tolkien #tolkien art #pointy ears only for mein Feini

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sketch

#mairon #sketch #silmarillion #silm #sauron #silm art #tolkien #tolkien art #silmarillion fanart #the silmarillion

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@ofleavesofgold you get it <3

lieutenant

#mairon #sauron #silm

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Paul Atreides denies him an easy death. Feyd-Rautha has to deal with his new position.

tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content (in the later chapters), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, feyd-rauther is his usual little freak self, will include mentions of noncon later on

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Paul Atreides denies him an easy death. Feyd-Rautha does not bleed out in front of the emperor and the terrorist’s household, his Fremen filth and whore mother. Instead, Feyd-Rautha dreams of death on the dirty floor of a prison cell. 

Blood rusts over his mouth, dries to flakes before his body hits the stone, and Feyd-Rautha tongues at it as his hands try to staunch the bleeding of his wounds. He presses where Paul Muad’Dib Atreides has pushed inside him with his blade, hot from the desert air, a pleasure so close to pain or pain so close to pleasure, Feyd-Rautha cannot name the difference.

He writhes now where he lays in a silence more shameful than defeat. All his life he has fantasised of dying in battle, perhaps in the arena, broken by a stronger hand with the rush of fighting still hot in his blood and the screams of the masses in his ears. Triumphant. Foolish of him. Such wishes come to nothing. This is one lesson the Baron could not teach him, not while he had held Feyd-Rautha under the monstrous wing of his tutelage. Sheltered is what he had been, he realises as flies start to buzz around him, landing on his opened flesh. He swats them away, but they circle him as merciless as any blood-drinking desert bird. No, he rots as any piece of meat left under Arrakis’ pitiless sun.

But he will not die. Or have they thrown him into this cell to find an ignominious end and shame the house of Harkonnen? But what advantage would that bring? Half-delirious, Feyd-Rautha shoves a swath of his leather pteruges over his wounds and pulls it tight against his opened skin to shield it from the flies and what eggs they might burrow into his flesh. A shaky exhale flees his lips as he tries to slow his breathing. What would Uncle say if he saw him like this, disgraced and defeated? Would he have fallen from the favour he clawed his way into? Then again, Uncle is dead. Slaughtered like a pig. The memory stirs Feyd-Rautha’s blood and he moans through his teeth. 

The door opens. Feyd-Rautha looks at the upside-down figures, dark-robed, Suk-braids over their left shoulders, a man kneels down beside him, painted lips, cold eyes, and a finger presses into Feyd-Rautha’s mouth with a salve so bitter and tingling he forgets all else for a moment. 

Then darkness sears his eyes shut.

When next Feyd-Rautha wakes, it’s in an airy room. Black night outside. Translucent white curtains billow and desert wind scatters fine dust over the luxurious trappings of the room: a massive wooden table shining with polish, jewels set into silverware, finely wrought tapestries depicting one of the Arrakeen beasts, a sandworm— 

A figure moves from between the curtains, a slow, irregular step. The tall and lean silhouette of the would-be emperor. Feyd-Rautha feels for his wounds, bandaged, then tests his muscles and grits his teeth as pain shoots through him so incandescent he sees lights behind his lids.

“Cousin,” Paul Atreides says in his slow, dragging voice, a voice that holds witch-power as they all heard when Muad’Dib silenced Shaddam’s Truthsayer. 

Feyd-Rautha groans as he tries to sit up. 

Paul watches his efforts from above with cold blue-within-blue eyes. Eyes that are not his own, it seems, eyes that shimmer with a strangeness that makes Feyd-Rautha shiver. 

Paul slinks closer, desert-creature, false prophet, predator. Killer. Except, of course, Feyd-Rautha is alive and by his wish. Or has he died in that filthy cell?

“You recover well,” Paul says. “But I will need you to heal faster.”

Feyd-Rautha sits up with all his strength, feels one of the stab-wounds’ stitches rip. Blood blooms through the white bandages on his torso. Paul tuts. Then Paul is beside him and pushes him back down, efficient, his hands warm on Feyd-Rautha’s skin, black dusty curls brushing his cheek, and Feyd-Rautha breathes him in, spice and desert and a hint of the acrid stench of stillsuits, and beneath it something boyish and honied. Feyd-Rautha wants to sink his teeth into it, tear him apart. 

“Why?” Feyd-Rautha rasps. “Why didn’t you kill—”

“I don’t waste my resources,” Paul says. 

The Atreides lets go of him as though he’s handled some unruly hound. 

“Resources…?”

“Don’t play dumb, Harkonnen,” Paul says evenly, and after a moment’s hesitation he sits on the mattress beside Feyd-Rautha. The oddness of it strikes him, no-one has ever sat beside his sick-bed, certainly not Uncle, nor maid or doctor. He would have killed any who’d have tried. He looks for a weapon now. His eyes sink to the crysknife at Paul’s hip. Iron tang of blood in his mouth.

“Try it,” Paul says, steel in his voice that he’d already shown when confronting the emperor. Power too, the fierceness of a demigod. 

“I just might,” Feyd-Rautha says and finds Paul’s gaze, grins, “Make you kill me after all, cousin.” He bares his black teeth, “All this for nothing.” 

And Feyd-Rautha spits his blood into Paul’s face. Paul does not flinch. His blue-within-blue eyes seem to burn in the glint of the glowglobes. He’s beautiful like that, with his blood on his face, and it hits Feyd-Rautha unexpectedly. Time stills around them. Breath does not come easily as he inhales. 

“I rule you now,” Paul whispers, dips two fingers into the blood on his cheek and sucks it off his fingers, “Your water is mine.” 

A shiver runs down Feyd-Rautha’s spine, humiliation and with it the hook of desire low in his stomach. If Paul notices what it does to him, he does not show it. 

“What do you want of me?” Feyd-Rautha curls his fists in the bedding.

“You’ll know soon enough, Baron,” Paul says and stands. “Heal quickly.” 

With that, he leaves.

The rush of wind and sand fills the room. The grating of it, abrading all it touches. Feyd-Rautha bites his lip, breathes in deeply until all scent of the boy-prophet has gone and cold darkness envelops him whole. 

This planet holds nothing but strangers now. The only family Feyd-Rautha has left is Paul Atreides.

#feydpaul #paulfeyd #paul x feyd #paul atreides x feyd rautha #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #paul muad'dib #dune #dune 2 #dune fic

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hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

#art reference #art resources #refs

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People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

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i.

For almost ten thousand years Alecto dreams in her tomb.

Underwater she dreams of the moment when the sky fell and she fell with it as death approached in the raiments of love. Pale horse, child, lover, devourer, whose hunger she had unknowingly ignited and who had eaten her half and sepulchred her half, made her monstrous grotesque meat.

A cage she had despised for she knew not its language or its comforts. She dreams of the day when she will see him again, she kens that even eternity cannot part them and what are ten thousand years to the four billion since her accretion? The tomb will open. No slumber lasts forever.

As long as he lives, so will she and with each passing minute in the myriad, her anticipation grows. She murmurs in her frozen slumber:

What have you done to me and mine?

and

I still love you

and

You have not seen what rage I carry.

Not yet.

ii.

Godhood is ravenous. From the very moment of conception when he first moved the bodies to the orgiastic death of the nine planets he devoured, John Gaius knows.

What could compare to such gluttony? What could sate him but more, until he has made his way from planet to planet, until he has eaten the whole universe? Would the blackness of space hold him in his hunger? Would—after he has meted out punishment at last and destroyed the progeny of those first traitors—would he sit surfeited in the dark of his creation? Or would even then the appetite come back to him?

He feeds himself on prayer and cares not to answer them. But what god ever has?

He knows it like a man feeding a forest fire.

Hunger is eternal.

#john gaius #alecto the ninth #jod #alecto the first #jaugustine #dios apate #the locked tomb #tlt #locked tomb #tlt fanfic #augustine the first #mercymorn the first #kiriona gaia #ianthe tridentarius #tlt art

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personally if i were an artist and teenage girls happened to gravitate towards my art i would consider that the highest fucking honour imaginable

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the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

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official approval of @onefleshonepod !!!!!!!

#v speaks #it’s not like i have been spamming my art in their discord server for months. (ilu!!!!)

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picture day on the mithraeum

#the locked tomb #tlt #tlt fanart #tlt art #kiriona gaia #ianthe tridentarius #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #alecto the ninth #locked tomb #locked tomb fanart #tower prince #griddlehark #kirianthe

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too sleepy to elaborate at this time but I miss the old fandom culture of interacting with fanfic writers and fanfic artists as members of the fandom community who enjoyed engagement and discussion and feedback instead of the modern trend of seeing us as content creators up on a pedestal who don't need positive feedback but DO need to churn out constant content to feed the a03 machine

#!!!!!!!

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@insert-neologism how are you doin?

#this just cracked me up #not sure if this was by accident but it made me smile #v speaks

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"i wanna get better at drawing [body part] but i dont want people to think i have a fetish" stop worrying. youre an artist. everyone already knows youre a pervert of some kind.

#true.

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scarred commander wake my beloved

(thinking of starting a (sfw&nsfw) tlt patreon, put in tags if interested)

#commander wake #awake remembrance of these valiant dead #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #alecto the ninth #the locked tomb fanart #the locked tomb art #tlt fanart #tlt art

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pre-gtn 3rd house twins.

thinking abt creating a patreon for tlt art, put in the tags if ur interested <3

#coronabeth the third #tlt coronabeth #ianthe tridentarius #tridentarii #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanart #the locked tomb art #tlt #tlt art #tlt fanart #crown him with many crowns #coronabeth tridentarius