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Today my English Literature teacher, while talking about the life of Oscar Wilde, said: “I don’t think that he was in love with Alfred Douglas, after all Wilde had a wife and children at the time. They were only very good friends”.

I dindn’t think that these things actually happened in real life.

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Have a fresh-out-of-Trojan-war Odysseus and a helmetless Athena.

I forgot to add Odysseus’s scars, welp

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I once again tried to draw a person. He didn’t quite turn out the way I wanted (especially the 3/4 pose), but for the time being he’ll make do.

Very proud of Little owl Athena tho.

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I just heard a 50-years-old man explaining in detail to another 50-years-old man what Percy Jackson was.

The first guy was so invested. Good for him.

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Title says 'The lobster' (as in European spiny lobster, Palinurus elephas).

I feel like there's a problem.

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Quick doodle of Diomedes, king of Argos.

He is supposed to be an aurochs (Bos primigenius).

Since I can't draw humans, furries it is.

This will probably be a part of an Animal Au, that will feature the other achaean (and trojan) soldiers too.

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Mama snow leopard (Panthera Uncia) with her cub.

I started this piece three years ago and only recently got around to finish it. I suppose it was about time.

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Old sketch of a secretarybird (Saggittarius serpentarius). I might decide to colour it one day.

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Met my new IT teacher today and he looks uncannily like Garth from Supernatural. Don't think he's a werewolf tho.

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Revelations AU

This was supposed to be a list of events, but I got carried away and it turned into a full fledged story. Still, enjoy.

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The Belmonts had fought Dracula for generations, and had failed to end him each and every time. Killing the Vampire King had become such an obsession that the eldest members of the family had started studying magic solely for the purpose of eliminating him. They had realized that a mere human could never have hoped to bring a vampire of Dracula’s caliber to the ground.

They needed a monster, a beast to beat another.

They started experimenting with arcane magic and forbidden arts. Rumours spred about the Belmonts, rumours that reached the Church’s ears, resulting in excommunication and the hate of all of Wallachia. Then their ancestral home was set aflame, and they burned with it. All but one.

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Alucard had chased his father farther in the castle, giving them a moment of respite.

Trevor felt that something was changing. He braced himself against the wall to recover his strenght after the intense fight. His head was spinning.

He had felt weird since he entered the castle, almost as if someone had taken control of his body and was moving it against his will. He had started fighting and completely lost all sense of time.

All of a sudden he had found himself face to face with Dracula, without knowing how he’d gotten there. When he met the eyes of the vampire something inside him snapped.

He had to kill him. He had to eliminate the monster that had destroyed his family. He had to cut his head off, eat his heart, feast on his insides, gorge on his blood.

Trevor wanted to throw up. He felt something moving under his skin.

He lowered to the ground. His knees had become weak and couldn’t hold his weight anymore as his body was wracked by tremors. His head felt as if it was about to explode. He screamed.

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Trevor was scared. An armed mob had invaded their home. They had pitchforks, axes, clubs…rosaries.

And torches. So many torches.

His mother had barged in his room, wide-eyed and out of breath. She had grabbed his wrist and started dragging him trough the corridors. When they passed near the main hall they heard screaming.

His sisters had been caught.

His mother ran even faster and he struggled to keep up with her. They arrived at the armory and she began frenetically searching the shelves for something. She cried while moving from one end of the room to the other.

Then, she turned in his direction. Her face was twisted in a forced smile. She kneeled in front him and hugged him tight.

He did not expect the lacerating pain that shot trough him in that moment.

His mother was whispering in his ear words he could not understand, while cradling his head in her hands.

The door of the armory flew open and a river of people flowed into the room. Trevor didn’t remember anything after that, only the smell of smoke thick in his throat and his mother’s apologies drifting in the air.

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I have been wanting to draw Trevor as a creature of some kind for a while now, and I finally managed to do it.

This is part of an AU I’m creating.

P.S. This is the first time I draw anything in digital, please be kind.