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I saw Wicked today so now you get a poll!

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Okay so I was listening to the vengeance saga and oooh boy that last song had me freaking out, and going back to listen to the songs just had me imagining that final part with Azul as Poseidon and Lilia as Odysseus.

Imagine, it’s been twenty years, he’s lost so much, he’s been away from home for so so long, missed his boy, his son, his Silver growing up, faced things that no other mortal could, and he lived. He lived goddamnit! He was so close and this bastard of a man, of a god, tried to keep him from home. He fought a god, he fought a god and won. So why is this bastard laughing, why is he laughing as though he is the victor.

“You idiot! Can’t you see? You sealed your fate just to beat me!” The god laughed as the wind roared around them, “You released my storm when you opened that bag!” He was laughing like a madman, and Lilia had met more than a few, “You blocked your one way home! Now you’ll never get back!”

Lilia felt something inside him snap, as though the last fiber of his rope of patience and mercy had finally snapped. He could hear the blood roaring, pounding in his ears. Lilia could only see red.

“You’re going to call off that storm.” Lilia asks, his voice calm, the kind of calm that hid a raging storm behind it, the kind of calm that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He turned to the god, hair plastered to his skin from the rain that beat down from above, slowly limping towards the injured cecaelia. He’d lost his favorite weapon, his magearm long ago. When? He nary had a clue. But you didn’t live as long as he did without being adaptable.

“Or what? You can’t kill me! You can’t kill a god!” Azul laughed at him, as though Lilia had any care in the world left. He might not be able to kill a god, but he could make one suffer.

Lilia picked up the gods fallen trident. It truly was a beautiful thing, flawless craftsmanship, a good weight to it, truly a weapon worthy of a god. But now, that same beautiful weapon would be used against the very god that wielded it.

“Exactly.” Was all Lilia said before tightening his grip on the trident, with all the rain, his hands and the staff were slippery, but he wouldn’t lose his grip. No, he’d hold it firmly, he wouldn’t lose his grip, not even for a second. As the general raised the trident, it seemed that Azul finally realized what would happen if he didn’t stop the storm as his laughter finally died down, eyes widening.

“Wait! WAIT!” But Lilia did not wait as he stabbed the god with his own weapon, ichor staining the weapon and Lilias skin, trailing down his body as the rain poured down from above.

“How does it feel to be helpless?!” Lilia demanded, stabbing the god again, ignoring the gods screams, “How does it feel to know pain?!” Ichor was beginning to stain the ground as Lilia stabbed him again and again, “I watched my friends die in horror!” Lilia screamed, remembering his fellow soldiers, his comrades, his brothers in arms, his friends, remembering their screams as this god drowned them with no mercy, “Crying as they were all slain!” He remembered the ghostly hands as he was sinking to the depths of the ocean, the voices, wanting him to join them, “I heard their final moments! Calling their captain in vain!”

Lilia took a shaky breath as he tore the trident out again from the gods bleeding body, tightening his grip once more, the rain and ichor making his hands slippery. But he wouldn’t let that stop him. He’d gouge out the cecaelia’s eyes with his bare hands, he’d rip him limb from limb, he’d tear out his organs with his teeth, he’d do anything to make this god regret crossing him.

With each stab he took at the gods body, he marked off the name of each man under his command, each friend he watched die, each year he was away from home, each year he was trapped with that damned goddess, each monster he had to fight, each person he had to kill with his own hands. He didn’t stop, even as the memories and images came to mind, even as the ground grew wet with golden ichor, even as it stained his skin and clothes, even as the god screamed below him, even as rain and thunder pounded on from above, he didn’t stop, not for a second. Lilia would make this god pay for stopping him from going home. He would bear the brunt of Lilias anger. Ruthlessness was mercy, for which Lilia had none left.

“Look what you turned me into!” Lilia yelled over the thunder, stabbing the god, over and over again. He knew that his son wouldn’t recognize him, how could he? His father had become a monster, and he’d gladly become one too. “Look what we’ve become!”

“Enough!” Azul yelled, trying to stop Lilia from piercing his body with the trident again, but Lilia didn’t listen. Why should he when Azul didn’t stop when he begged for mercy, when he apologized for his actions against the gods son. Azul didn’t stop, so neither will he.

“All the pain that I’ve been through!” Lilia screamed as lightning struck overhead, ignoring the god as he begged for the general to stop, “Haven’t I suffered enough?!” “Stop!” Azul cried out, pain clear in his voice as Lilia stabbed him again and again, rain and seawater mixing with golden ichor. “You didn’t stop when I begged you! You told me to close my heart!”

Azul tried to stop him from stabbing him again, fingers weakly grabbing at the trident, but his attempts were to no avail as the weapon pierced his skin over and over again, turning him into an immortal pincushion. “You…”

“You said the world was dark!” Lilia screamed at Azul, his voice hoarse. But no, he would keep screaming, keep stabbing and impaling until this bastard of a god stopped the storm so he could get home. “Monster!!” Azul yelled as though that would hurt him. Yes, Ashengrotto. He was a monster, one of his own creation. Thank you for noticing.

“Didn’t you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-“ before he could take another stab at the god, Azul held out a weak hand, trembling from the loss of ichor and his injuries. “Alright! Please…” the god begged for mercy as the storm slowly stopped around them. The winds began dying down, the clouds slowly began to dissipate, the rain slowing down before stopping, but the sun didn’t shine through. Fitting, why would the bright, golden sun, ever cast its bright, shining light upon a monster like him.

Lilia only dropped the trident, wet with its owners ichor, hands stained gold, proof of Azuls godhood. He turned, having nothing left to say to the god, not even a thank you.

“After everything that you’ve done,” Azul spat at the mortal, trying to sit up, “how will you sleep at night?” Now, it was Lilia's turn to laugh, a cold cold laugh, unlike Azul's manic laughter earlier. “Next to my wife.” Lilia said, barely even deigning to glance at the god before walking away.

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May the stars watch over you in my stead ✨

The recent main story update had me so upset for Lilia 😭 I can’t believe the Senate made Lilia leave behind the one piece of Meleanor that he had left, it wasn’t fair! I wanted to draw the moment he turns to leave as I’m sure he was fighting back all the tears as he left.

This was a lot of fun to work on as I got to try out new brushes and work on backgrounds! Lilia’s long hair is always fun to draw, so I enjoyed that as well. As for what’s next, I’m thinking of working on that Pomefiore sleepover piece…but who knows 🤷‍♀️

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In celebration for the Ithaca Saga coming out soon, I may post something I’ve been working on for a little while since we got the Vengence Saga, I’ve been fiddling with it on and off editing it here and there. I hope y’all will like it.

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Stabat Mater Dolorosa

"We are Death The ancient knowledge The source of origin The red and white sacred hatred Enthroned, materialized The wrath of heaven and hell united in one Worship us, be faithful Beautiful great and cursed"

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kuroXtwst 😈&🐙🍩

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Hi ego !! :D!! I love your arts !

I just want to ask something in twst cuz the new jp update…

Spoiler ( even tho it’s nothing serious..)

I just wanted to know about deuce real hair colors, cuz i know he dyed his hair before but i need to know if its was naturally blonde, or naturally dark-blue ??

Because i first thought it was blue but then the dreams thing in deuce part shows him with blonde and. I was like (???? Wasn’t he naturally dark blue??) and just.. my brain stopped braining ( i just don’t understand jps language, and English not my first language too so not all lot of sentences i can understand-)

thank you! :D

the blue is his natural color -- he says somewhere earlier in the story that back in his delinquent days, he would bleach his hair blonde (as a reference to the Japanese stereotype of delinquent teens having bleached hair). so him being blonde in the dream is a little visual sign that he's back in that mindset!

I get the confusion though, especially because Dilla has two-tone blonde/blue...I'm still not sure if that's her natural color or if she, like, also dyed her hair for some reason. misplaced solidarity, maybe...?

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Mom

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“You” 🐦‍⬛

Textless ver! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

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“Everyone parts with everything eventually, my dear.”

Anxjdjdj I feel like Crowley has a lot of similarities with the character Time from the Alice Through the Looking Glass movie. This comic + art is based directly from a scene in the film. In the comments section of Time’s introduction, there is one that says something like this:

“This scene made me realize that Time is neither a hero or villain. Time just is.”

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡ It feels very Crowley, no??

Time is not an actual character in the Alice in the Wonderland books, but in the Disney movie, they based his entire character from a single line in the books. He is the personification of time in Underland, and he oversees all the Underlandian’s lives, which manifest as pocket watches. When he senses that a watch is dying, he then ends the person’s life by closing the pocket watch. His palace of Eternity has two separate areas- one for the living, and the other for the dead. The painting I did above was where Time organizes all the watches of the dead. Alice carries the broken pocket watch that once belonged to her father, which Time can detect, seeing the watch as the soul of a person rather than an object. A “fallen soldier” \(//∇//)\

I want to ramble a lot more about this, but I will save it for that separate analysis post. But I think it’s funny that Time is first presented as a “cruel master, a villain” due to the lives he takes away, when in reality he is a silly yet fatherly man that watches over people’s lives and deaths with care. Death in Wonderland is just Time saying ‘good night’ 😭 A shame his character was stuck in a not very good movie NWHXJD but anyway,,,

This will receive a part two based on the ending of the movie, idk when I’ll get to that tho 😭

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Happy Valentines Day! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

AUGHHH I FINALLY FINISHED MY COMIC 😭😭😭😭😭 ibis paint says I spent 29 hours on it what??? Sob sob, this had a rather short deadline/work period, so I’m not completely happy with some panels, but I hope the story itself makes sense! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Edit: FJFJSJDJF TYSM TO EVERYONES KIND WORDS AHHHH!! 😭🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖💖 NVM IM COMPLETELY HAPPY WITH HIW THIS COMIC TURNED OUT

A huge thank you to @masquerade-of-misery for the inspiration for this story! I know it deviated quite a bit from your original idea, but it made me wonder what Crowley would see in his dream in Book 7, in regards to the Crowley-Levan theory. Thank you so much! 💖💖💖💖🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

I hope everyone has a good Valentine’s Day as possible, and I’m wishing you all the best of luck and sending all my love 🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖 thanks for reading my comic!

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The look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

I was working on this comic the day before Crowley’s card suddenly dropped haha! 🤣 It was originally supposed to end where Crowley picked Silver up, but then I wanted to add more just because of the card…

This is a reference to the Maleficent live-action scene, where Maleficent picks up baby Aurora. Baby Silver progressively gets tinier the more I drew him 🤣 He doesn’t tolerate the Angst which is understandable!! This entire comic was inspired by Silver’s special lesson voiceline where he says he feels more comfortable when Crowley is around. I thought this line was interesting, since all the characters express their anxiety or dislike of Crowley in Special Lesson mode. Imagine baby Silver he was the only one to get a Crowley face reveal lol?? \(//∇//)\

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So I was sketching out Crowley for some practice (redrew the pose literally 5 times because the anatomy was so wonky axjshah) and as I was, I accidentally turned off the lineart. I was surprised at how much I liked it without the lineart, so I just slightly cleaned up the rougher areas. But then I decided to shade in a chair to make it more obvious what his pose was supposed to be, and it looked like a crib to me?? 🤣🤣 This all spiraled because then I had a tiny comic idea but also want to go to sleep now so it was all scribbles Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

who are you watching over, Crowley? 🐦‍⬛

(Model/Photo reference credit below the cut)

Model Evans Nikopoulos, Photographer Joey Leo

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Silver’s Fairy Godfather 🐦‍⬛

I’d like to imagine Silver and Crowley having an Aurora and Maleficent-Diaval dynamic- one that is complicated yet full of care simultaneously 🌸💖

This was all inspired by Silver’s Alchemy Special Lesson line where he says “I feel better when the Headmage is here” 😭😭😭😭 that’s all it took BAHXJSJ!!! But why? Why does Silver feel better when the Headmage is there, when everyone else feel tense, anxious, annoyed, or even scared? 👀 This was a question I sought to answer for myself- as in what if Crowley was his “fairy godfather,” like the way Maleficent was to Aurora in the live action film.

I feel like some stuff is up to interpretation- as this is from (mostly) Silver’s POV. But I hope the general concept of this wasn’t too confusing to follow (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I wanted to try having the story follow Silver’s POV, age, and thoughts through the style of drawings- except for certain pages that’s meant to be drawn from Crowley’s POV (о´∀`о) I hope it wasn’t too disorienting!

There were many, many others scenes of them I wanted to draw but couldn’t fit -v- so I suppose I have inspiration for mini comics/sketches in the future to elaborate further on them! Thank you for reading 🌸💖🐦‍⬛

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When Mira notifies Vil that the latest late night post by Neige is the most liked pic on Magicam...

When I saw that post, this has haunted me day and night. To combine that iconic scene and this.

Twisted Tag Team @windalchemist001 @twstsandturns

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Vil has the chance to do something funny as hell