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“How do you even make something like this!?”

Got bored. Memefied Lady D with that one CaseOh meme. Profit. ✨

(reference at the bottom:)

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Magic Dance. 🌙

Got inspired by the film Labyrinth, and since Halloween’s around the corner (well, passed, in time of posting this LMFAOO), I did this for a little contest hosted by oh-to-be-the-ladys on Instagram. ✨🤸‍♂️

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“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

This is a comfort piece of mine during these trying times, since I am dealing with problems in life. So, here’s my OC, Kia, being carried by the one and only Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (yippee~)! I streamed the art process with some of my new friends, so yuhhh shoutout to y’all (you know who y’all are LOL). ✨🤸‍♂️💕

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Love is Blue 🌙💙

A bit late in celebrating the 10th anniversary of Bayonetta 2 (and the 15th anniversary of Bayonetta 1), but it’s better than never, right? So, here you go: an art piece as my appreciation for the games therein. ✨😁🥳

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“Oh, this is entertaining..!” ✨

THESE TWO~! I cooked up something for y’all this pride month, and Sophie and Beth from “This Bed We Made” come to mind! A friend of mine streamed this game in a call one day, and I’ve been OBSESSED with Sophie and Beth ever since. This was fun to make, and y’all should play the game when you guys have the chance! 🏳️��🌈✨🤸‍♂️

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A Summertime, Once a Winter's Dream (A summer contest entry for the This Bed We Made community) [From Andrew's POV:]

I always thought of wanting to be a writer like Mrs. Marcela Cruz. Her books are intriguing adventures that delve unto topics that were rarely touched upon. It's a shame that she had to hide her writing prowess under Brigitte Boswell, which I'd say is a rather comforting pseudonym that suits her. It made me ponder whether or not to use one like that, too, by the time I decide to write...

Well, now that I'm seeing my two friends just beyond the shoreline, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company, I think of sticking to being myself. My own name plastered on a novel cover, telling all about a story inspired by my friends, Beth and Sophie.

It took me a while to muster up the courage to quit my job at the Clarington Hotel. After hearing many shortcomings from Sophie about Bernard's brazen demeanor one night at Beth's bar, I decided I'd do the same and quit... well, in solidarity for Beth, I reckon, but I won't be telling her that: she'd tease me to no end about it. 

Once I was out of a job, I took whatever savings I have to buy my own typewriter, and just write away a blooming tale of love. A love that knows no boundaries, no matter when it happens. A love that can sometimes heighten the genuine warmth of summertime traipsing through my own skin, and that is the case for my friends who were first my colleagues. my workmates, once upon a winter's dream.

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“When marimba rhythms start to play~”

So, I played Resident Lover for the sake of her, and thE MOMENT I SAW HER WITH THAT DRESS—!? You know I had to draw it. ✨🤸‍♂️🩷

Thank you, Team Avia (@resident-lover) for creating this wonderful masterpiece of a game! I really enjoyed Alcina’s route on my first gameplay. I cannot wait to indulge with the rest of the routes! So far, I did Donna’s and Miranda’s already; onward to Angie and the Dimitrescu sisters~! ✨

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A Winter’s Night, from Once a Summertime

(A Christmas contest entry for the This Bed We Made community. Merry Christmas~! ✨🎄😁)

[From Sophie’s POV:]

“Dance with me, Bean..?”

”Sure, I’d love to.”

I giggle at how gentile Beth’s invitation is, even if it’s just us two celebrating Christmas at her own, little apartment this evening.

Speaking of which, it’s rather nice to enjoy the holidays in serenity, especially in good company. In fact, now that I think about it, this is the first time she and I celebrate Christmas together.

Sure, we had our fair share of celebrating the holidays in separate circles—me with my mother, and Beth with her customers at her well-established bar. Oh! There’s that one time where Andrew invited both of us to his humble abode: a simple housewarming party just in time for the joys of holiday cheer and his self-proclaimed delicious eggnog; and truth be told, it was indeed refreshing, considering he added some touches of cinnamon and sugar on it, which I found… well, sweet (pun intended). Afterwards, once most of the guests had had left for that evening, Beth and I urged to stay a bit longer, to which he didn’t mind. After all, we’re all officially lenient on our time and that we were no longer working under Bernard’s regime at The Clarington Hotel. Of course, in his true fashion of being the bookworm out of the three of us, he gifted me an intriguing gift…

A personal signed copy of his bestselling book: A Summertime, Once a Winter’s Dream.

When I asked him what the premise was, he simply chuckled and patted my shoulder that night, just before he gave his gift to Beth… and his words rang to my head to this day.

“Let’s just say… a moment of peace before the horizon gave me inspiration.”

Just thinking about it made me giggle. How foolish I was to not fully understand what he meant by that the first time, only to find out about it when I finally read his book. 

“You seem to be lost in space, Sophie.”

Beth’s teasing voice grounded me back to reality.

I snickered a bit, “Sorry. It’s just the joy of the holidays, is all.”

“Are you sure that’s all there is?” she gives me a knowing grin. Of course, she would read me like a book: Beth knows how my thoughts linger deeper, beyond surface level.

”Alright~, there’s more�� but,” I look away from her, blushing, “Gosh, I don’t know how to say it.”

”Well, say it as is.” Beth tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before wrapping her arm back around my waist, “Take your time, then tell me what’s on your mind.”

I relish myself first on this moment: Beth and I, both engaged in a slow dance to Elvis Presley’s “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” The pleasant scent of cranberries and pine filling up her living room. The warmth of the fireplace complementing the snowflakes cascading down by the windows. Boy, it couldn’t get any more perfect than this. It even gave me the courage to admit about Andrew’s cleverness with his words.

“Well…” I clear my throat before shrugging, “I read Andrew’s book a few days ago.”

”Really? Well, spill the beans~! What was it about?” Beth giddily asks, eager to find out more about the book.

”It was an interesting story, actually..!” I say. “The story was about a love blossoming between a model and a barkeep. They’re both women trying to make a buck, too, whilst they are constantly challenged by the prejudices of society in terms of… well, special relationships like theirs. Of course, at the end of it all, they realized that their love was too powerful that they decided to defy all odds and celebrate that in broad, summer daylight. Pretty interesting, huh?”

”I’ll bet,” she nods in agreement.

”And that’s not even the best part yet.”

”Oh, there’s more?”

”Mhm,” I hum in response. “You know, when I asked Andrew about it, he told me something interesting.”

”What did he tell you..?”

“He told me, in verbatim, ‘Let’s just say… a moment of peace before the horizon gave me inspiration.’” I grin widely at that. “He took me back to the summer we three had a few months ago.”

Beth’s face grew from one of confusion, to one of realization.

“Holy shit..! You mean that one time I carried you across the shoreline?”

”Yeah! Apparently, that moment sparked him to become an author—and he used his own name!”

She chuckles, “Damn, I never knew Tintin would be a well-renowned author the minute he got out of Bernard’s ass!”

I laughed too hard at her bold choice of words, albeit true. 

“Well… I’ll tell you one thing, Sophie,” she then tightens her hold around my waist, pulling me closer, “I find that actually touching of him. I know that times will change for the better through his book, I can just feel it. Sooner or later, the world would actually be accepting of a love like this… A love like ours.”

I put my head on her chest, sighing deeply, ”I love the sound of that, Beth.”

“Me too, Bean… Remind me to send him my best vintage before New Year’s Eve.”

I giggled, “Sure.”

”Speaking of love… look up.”

”Up..?”

I look around some parts of the ceiling, and that’s when my eyes land on something special.

”Oh! A mistletoe~! I didn’t see you put that up earlier!”

”I’m still as mysterious as I can be~! Well, only a certain sleuth would find out later on, hmm?”

“Challenge accepted, then.”

We both laugh before looking at each other. Tonight, Beth’s eyes shine brighter than the moon. I see that certain sparkle around her eyes that mean something more, and that’s one of the things that make me fall in love with her evermore—especially during this white Christmas night just as our foreheads made contact.

”Merry Christmas, Beth.”

”Merry Christmas, Sophie.”

And as midnight struck, we share a sweet and tender kiss—a special one for the books.

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Padam padam~ 🩷

Happy pride, everyone! I went all out with this piece since I will celebrate this pride month quite differently. What better way to do it than drawing Trixie and Katya! 🏳️‍🌈

To everyone who’s celebrating this pride in all forms, you are valid. Never forget that, okay? ✨💃

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Welp, it’s late for this, but it’s time for me to promote this piece of mine for @supercorpzine very last volume! (Also it’s for the sake of posting something after finals week BAHAHAHAH)

This is rendered in my old art style, but it’s okay! I enjoyed this piece while making it. 🌙✨

More to come! And to the mods and my fellow contributors to the zine: Thank you for being a friend. ☺️❤️

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Flower Power. 🌼

Late night drawing before classes start again in a few days. Will do at most 1-2 posts per week? Yeah~! 😁✨

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Keeping Up with the Dimitrescus 🤳

First post of the year! This is just a lil’ selfie piece to start things off with a bang for 2023. I have sooooo many plans in store for my art journey (including, but not limited to drawing these women, hehe~). so I hope you’ll accompany me in this ride! ✨😁💖

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In the dark of the night, people will find her. 🌙

LOL, I know it’s supposed to be Thanksgiving, but November is still an ooky spooky month. So… belated happy halloween! 👻

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The girl of your dreams.

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💖 [polaroid version]

I made a polaroid version because why not? 😩✨

I just mimicked their signatures, but it would actually be cool if this was actually signed irl as an actual polaroid!