“For life be, after all, only a waiting for something else than what we're doing, and death be all that we can rightly depend on."
1~ Today is my birthday!! 🍰
2~ Happy 2023!! (so many emotions!!) 🎉
3~ I revisited this old Dracula piece recently!
My patrons had access to WIPs and a hi-res version of the old version. I plan to upload this new hi-res version there soon as
well. Another way to get this artwork is via my INPRNT shop.
The first time I sketched this I was thinking about the Netflix Castlevania show and Lisa Tepes (such a sweet pair and I enjoyed how their story was told. The animation and art style is insanely beautiful as well.)
But I guess you can fill the details with any classical romantic or
goth heroine? Even perhaps an alternative-universe Mina Murray/Harker? Your self-insert? Is your self-insert Dracula? Who knows!
In the new version I polished all details and went for a wider, more dramatic silhouette. I love the old version but enjoyed the new charm as well.
Enjoy, and ty for being with me through 2022!
Wishing you all a kind, bright, (goth,) and fun 2023. 🦇🎁🍷✨❤
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HAPPY GETTING MARRIED DAY DANI & RICHARD!!! 🧡💙💜
Wishing you both the most magical, beautiful, joy-filled day, and sending hugs from across the pond! ♥️🤗 You guys are wonderful and I love you lots!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
(Both Blaise and Winter belong to the brilliant @safyresky!)
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Basil teasingly singing "You Are My Sunshine"
I’ve been in a ficlet writing mood and not a drawing mood apparently, so have another one
We are also ignoring continuity errors for the sake of Dasil content
Basil tilted his head back into his seat, slightly woozy from blood loss. No matter how many times the vampire drank from him, he never seemed to control himself properly and it always left Basil slightly lightheaded. Dorian sighed contentedly and licked his lips of any residual blood, gently stroking the new bite mark that now decorated Basil’s neck.
“Did I take too much?” Dorian whispered.
Basil shook his head, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine in a few minutes. And after a glass of water.”
Dorian nodded, closing his eyes and leaning into Basil’s shoulder. They sat together for a bit before Basil patted Dorian on the side to move. Dorian huffed, snuggling closer into Basil instead. Unwilling to forcefully move Dorian off of himself, but also needing that glass of water sooner rather than later, Basil contemplated his options. It was difficult to think, between the lightheadedness and the feeling of his muse’s weight on his body, so eventually he gave up, opting to hum a tune absentmindedly.
“Basil,” Dorian grumbled, “that’s entirely offensive.”
The artist froze, “what?”
“Singing that tune. To someone like me.”
He racked his brain, trying to figure out what it was he’d been humming. When he finally arrived at the answer, he let out a small chuckle.
“It’s not funny, Basil,” Dorian whined.
“You are my sunshine,” Basil sang.
“Basil!”
“My only sunshine.”
“Basil, I am a vampire. A night creature, I hardly think this is appropriate—“
“You make me happy, when skies are gray.”
Dorian blushed, sliding off of Basil’s lap effortlessly and turning away from him. “You’re teasing me.”
Basil let out another chuckle before standing up himself, now free of his animate prison. “I apologize. I was simply thinking of a way to get you up without having to force you.”
Dorian mumbled something about hypocrites and which of them had been hanging around Henry too much under his breath, flinging himself into a seat as far across the room from the original as possible. Basil wandered over to a water pitcher Parker had brought over an hour ago and poured himself a glass. Sipping on it, he sat back down. He watched with interest as Dorian’s eyes flashed through a multitude of colors before settling on a soft orchid. Their eyes met for a moment before Dorian cleared his throat.
“You may—” Dorian stuttered, lifting his head in a show of faux haughtiness, “you may finish the verse, if you’d like. I’ll overlook the teasing this time and you have a… good singing voice.”
It was Basil’s turn to blush at the compliment he so rarely received from Dorian, and then again upon realizing what the rest of the lyrics were.
“If you’re sure…” Basil hesitated.
“I am,” Dorian looked anywhere except for where Basil was currently sitting.
He cleared his throat, drinking the rest of his water when he noticed it was weirdly dry.
“You’ll never know dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take
My sunshine away.”
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prompt: craft
fandom: dragon age inquisition
characters: viera’vun, nuarehn
tags: dalish ocs, arranged betrothal, gift giving, budding love, childhood friends, fluff
“In every mark, every stroke, every mistake, she could see and feel him, hunched over and hard at work with tongue poking out slightly in concentration. The thought brought a smile to her lips, and she lifted the trinket to greet it.”
Nuarehn has a gift for Viera, one that he's worked very hard on, and he takes her to a very special place to give it to her. There, they start unraveling the knot of feelings their arranged betrothal has tangled within them...and, possibly, plant the seed for something more to grow in its place.
@dalish-appreciation-week
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(if you're still taking them): [ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
Soft Prompts II Accepting
Tim had just finished getting dressed after a "morning"-- morning to the vigilante was about 2 in the afternoon-- shower, his hair still damp, but his eyes bright and alert, when he strolled casually into the kitchen-- exactly where he expected to see Thad.
Their cat, Cheeto, curled between his ankles when he stepped into the room, so he stopped to give her a scratch behind the ears, on his way to greet the speedster. When he straightened up, however, is when he found one of his hands still occupied-- this time, by one of Thad's very own.
"What...?" Tim murmured in surprise, but before he could ask a follow-up question, he was tugged in close, almost flush against the other. Falling in step with Thad, he swayed in slow, casual circles, feet shuffling to a song on the radio.
"Oh." Tim smiled. "Well, a good afternoon to you, too." His eyes bore into his partner's. "What's got you in such a great mood, Speed Racer?"
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