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Was a bit nervous to draw again after such a long time. Kind of forgot how to art so I needed to go off of Stefano's reference pictures a lot. Conveniently, I do enjoy staring at Stefano pictures for... research. Anyways, whoever’s still in the fandom, have a swell day.

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Vampire stefano says my blood says exquisite, I become a blood donor 😭😭😭

This was a bit of a rush job, but I wanted to make something quickly in time for Halloween (at least in this time zone), so... Happy Halloween, everybody!! :)

Vampire or not, when Stefano says your blood smells "exquisite", you should probably run.

Have a spooky day! ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

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Today is NOT January 29 ☝️🤓

Figured I should also post these here 🤰.

*gulp 😳*

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2024 vs 2021 comic - I’m on my way to do the second panel but man the effort my lazy unfocused ass is regretting putting so much effort into this redraw HAAAAAAAAAAA resident evil au

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Im shameless and one year older.

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bibbity bobbity boo I return with the full picture and now I shall creep back into the shadows (glasses person is like an oc lol)

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White Noise (Preview)

As a homicide detective for KCPD Sebastian has seen more than a few suspicious deaths, but there’s something especially nefarious about his latest string of cases.  As one crime scene leads to another, Sebastian and his partner Joseph are forced to question everything they know about Krimson City, the police department, and even themselves.  Something is very wrong in the city they’ve sworn to protect, and the key to the whole case just might be one mysterious artist.

[Police drama/psychological thriller about our favorite pair of detectives and their unlikely artist companion.  This story will deal heavily with themes of suicide, trauma, and mental illness and will include eventual romance between Sebastian and Stefano.]

Preview below.   I expect to post the first chapter on AO3 on November 18th.

“Don’t come any closer!”

The man’s words are almost lost in the howling wind and the darkness.  The sky is black above them, and the water is black below them, and the lights of Krimson City might as well be miles away.

Sebastian throws his hands up, palms facing forward.  “I won’t!” he shouts back.  “Just don’t move.”

He wants to glance over his shoulder, but his eyes are locked on the man in front of him.   He’s young, maybe in his mid-twenties, with wild dark hair and heavy scarring on one side of his face.  Even as Sebastian watches, he turns his gaze back down to the water under the bridge.

“Hey!” Sebastian calls out, loud enough to get the man’s attention again, but hopefully not loud enough to startle him into giving up his tenuous grasp on life.

The man’s head whips around, and his one visible eye meets Sebastian’s.  In that moment he looks afraid.

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asks.

He’s pretty sure he’s supposed to establish some kind of rapport, as absurd as that seems in this situation, but he’s also painfully aware that he’s not qualified for this.  When the call came out, he was the only detective anywhere nearby.  He’s got two patrol units blocking traffic on either end of the bridge and a trained negotiator on the way, but the look in this man’s eye says there’s not going to be time for that.

The man shakes his head.  “Just let me go,” he calls back.  “Let me slip beneath the waves.”

“That’s not how it works,” Sebastian calls back.  “We’re a hundred feet in the air.   It’s like hitting concrete!”

Maybe it’s the wrong thing to say, but it’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth, and it’s true.  A look of surprise flashes across the man’s face, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Look,” Sebastian says, taking a deep breath and trying to collect his thoughts to find the right words for this situation.  “I’m Sebastian, and I want to help you-”

“It’s your job to help me,” the man snaps.

“It’s my job to investigate murders,” Sebastian says reflexively, “but I also really don’t want you to jump off this bridge.”

There’s something on the man’s face then- almost a thoughtful look- and Sebastian wonders if he’s making some headway.

“Can I come a little closer?” Sebastian asks.  “You know, so we don’t have to yell?”

The man seems to consider for a moment, then slowly nods.  He keeps his gaze locked on Sebastian, as Sebastian steadily moves forward, hands still held in the air.

“Stop,” he says suddenly when Sebastian is about six feet away from  him, and Sebastian stops, letting his breath out in one long, slow exhale.  His heart is pounding so hard that the sound of the blood rushing in his ears almost drowns out the wind.

“Are you from Krimson City?” Sebastian asks, stalling for time as he gauges the distance between them.  He’s still not close enough to make a move.  If the man lets go, he’ll fall faster than Sebastian can grab hold of him and pull him back over the railing.

“No,” the man replies, “from Florence.”

Now that they’re a little closer and he can hear him better, Sebastian can detect the man’s accent.  He’s still looking at Sebastian, eye wild and hair swept up in the wind.  Florence seems like such an exotic, interesting place compared to Krimson City that Sebastian has to ask, “How’d you end up here?”

There’s a tiny hint of a smile on the man’s face.  “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Sebastian says.  He can feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth until the man’s next words make his blood run cold.

“I don’t.”

He turns his head to look down at the water again, and Sebastian can see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Wait!” he calls out, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to spring forward.

The man slowly turns back toward him, and this time his eye is cold and his face is expressionless.

“You will remember in time,” he says.  “I can show you.”

Sebastian opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but his eyes snap down to the man’s hands, which are spasming on the railing of the bridge, clenched tight one moment and almost slack the next.

He’s out of time.

He lunges forward, hurling himself against the railing so hard he’s in danger of flying over himself, but he wraps his arms around the man’s chest, hauling him back over the railing and onto the bridge where they collapse in a heap on the ground, panting and shaking.

He holds the man firmly against his chest.

“Stefano.”

“What?” Sebastian says, his brain struggling to process what the man is saying.

“My name is Stefano.”

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IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN???? Ohhh my goooooooooood

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ILL SAY IT ONCE ILL SAY IT AGAIN, THIS IS TOP QUALITY ART BRUH

My “Six Fanarts” challenge submission :3  Characters were requested on my Instagram (@matchaccino_x).

I really took my time with each one and found it interesting how diverse the requests were :D  Bumped into some new challenges during the process but I had a lot of fun! ;3c (And any reason to draw Stefano is a good reason so that was a prime motivator).

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I’m glad people are still sharing and liking my silly answers ;;

Stefano, was lily a brat when you had her?

Lily is DONE. 

I imagine she stole the camera just to spite him (you shouldn’t have scared her Stefano. Now look what you’ve done!)

(also i hope i used the Italian phrase right? I don’t speak Italian so forgive me if I used this incorrectly).

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This was supposed to just be part of sketch practice but I couldn’t stop adding details, so… *gestures awkwardly*.

I guess this is just what happens when it comes to Stefano.

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Stefano & chill.

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It’s gonna be okay.

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Hhhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I stan for this au

Stefano & Emily in some sort of happier universe.

I don’t know what he’s joking about, maybe something mean about Susan Phi except in this case he’s not gonna actually suggest straight up murdering her or anybody else for that matter.

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