PSA to go watch the stage plays, you'll never regret it
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Aren't We All Dancing With the Dark? (available as a print or sticker! 💚)
My first Malevolent Fanart, and it will not be the last! I adore their dynamic so much.
Halfway through I realized what I intended to be Arthur was eerily similar to my Jonathan Sims. What can I say, I guess my subconscious decided all Eldritch podcast men are the same. 🤷 Moving forward I'll give Arthur a more distinguishable design. So for the time being, this is Schrodinger's Jon/Arthur- enjoy!
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"but that's all changed since we've been like one"
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ahsdasdhsjsksla finally it was Sherlock who called John his best friend 🥺🥺💖💕
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Granada Holmes has me positively KICKING my feet what do you MEAN Holmes and Watson are goofballs. What do you MEAN they’re actually friends. I’m absolutely delighted with them they mean the world to me <333
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granada holmes and watson are so married. holmes bought watson’s favourite cigars as a welcome home present. watson sits beside holmes rapt as he de-disguises himself and tells him about his day. watson reads his paper as holmes conducts his experiments. watson tries to get holmes to eat supper with him. do you see how they are husbands??
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“I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the dark, stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa and the knight and Raval and Jns and Skat. And Death, the severe master, invites them to dance. He tells them to hold each other's hands and then they must tread the dance in a long row. And first goes the master with his scythe and hourglass, but Skat dangles at the end with his lyre. They dance away from the dawn and it's a solemn dance towards the dark lands, while the rain washes their faces and cleans the salt of the tears from their cheeks”. (c) The seventh seal
Macabre - or Dance of Death - an allegory of the frailty of human existence.
In this case I wanted to contrast personified Death with people whose music can rightfully be called the hymn of Life; even if there were disagreements between them, now, when death drags their bodies to the grave, they are equal to each other. But at the same time they are strong and immortal like Life itself
~Based on a copy of frescoes from the Holy Innocents' Cemetery in Paris~
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