#oc!genevieve

[peachybruiseslego]

HI YALL. these are my ocs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! theyre gay yeah sry abt that ik ik 😔 the one with all the pearls and pretty dress is helene <3 (she/her) and the one with the maid outfit that i need to revamp immediately is genenieve (she/her) but her fake name is esther so i will be tagging both her names just a heads up! i will be posting more oc stuff for this universe in the future so the tag will be #my murderious girlfriend and just so yall know

[pansylair]

sometimes life is hard being a werewolf but you always got your gf

[zoestanleyarts]

Genevieve

[bnbc]

I love this game sm

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

"You would be calling me a fool for the way i've been neglecting all else and myself for the sake of love. But alas, your child has always been a jester, mother.

Don't turn in your grave too much."

Close up on mother and child under cut

[doctorsiren]

Made some new refs for some characters for art fight!

[abneyart]

I've seen a couple other people talk about Hadestown/Solavellan parallels it's enabling me to do silly things like this

If you like my work & want to help me buy groceries, I have a patreon !

[lilac-knight]

a maid's guide to housekeeping and lycanthropy

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

the boys! and their girls!

[kabishkat19]

Barbie NextGen🩰

(12 dancing princess)

Josephine (13)

[pansylair]

the turning among the flowers

[therinfal]

genevieve friodain 🏹

[dried-up-f1sh]

I drew something silly. I'm indecisive with character lore, but personally, I think Genevieve would still like Vox (or the person she thought he was) a bit but also hates the fact that she does. I still need to draw the parts of the comic where they meet. It's gonna take forever before I get to the part where she left Vox's team but I can't wait to work on the parts where she starts working for Alastor.

Anyway, random, but I think Genevieve's favourite movies would be Casablanca and Girl Shy (totally not because I like them).

[in3fin]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ! ! ! ! !!1!!

akira ml mina and rae belonging to @smallturtlebomb ^_^

[wildemaven]

fall apart, again : interlude - a letter to joel | joel miller

-> pairing: joel miller x ofc!genevieve

-> wc: 1001

-> content warning: 18+ blog; angst, alluding to loss, post outbreak, reader is Joel’s wife, reader has a name but has zero descriptive features,

-> a/n: I kind of abandoned this series and didn’t really have any plans to finish it. It felt good where they ended in chapter 3 so I was just going to call it good. But then I was reading through the chapters and kind of found some inspiration to write something for them again. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for always listening and encouraging and fixing my writing!!

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Joel,

Feels weird to be sitting here, on our bed, in our home. I guess I should mention we made it back to Austin— Steve and I. 

I met Steve in the ER in Laredo on the evening of the outbreak— he lost his wife. We managed to make it out of there together and promised to keep each other safe. He heard there’s a QZ in Denver, so we’re making our way north. 

I made him promise to stop in Austin. I just had to see for myself, see if there was a chance you and Sarah might still be here— alive. 

Like I said, it feels weird to be here. Seeing our house in this state. Disheveled and abandoned, but still feeling very much like the place we thought we’d live forever. It’s like a personal landmark now, for what once was such a beautiful home filled with so many beautiful memories. Maybe it’s more of a mausoleum of sorts. Kind of morbid, but also very true. ‘Here lies the Millers, before the world went to shit.’

Except, I’m here and you’re not. 

I think the worst part of all of this is not knowing if you’re okay. Steve says I have to accept that there’s a chance that you’re not, that any worst case scenario that I have lost sleep over, might be my reality. But I refuse to accept that. So, I silently pretend that you are okay. That you have managed to get Sarah and yourself, and hopefully Tommy, to safety. You’re somewhere out there protecting our baby girl and staying strong for her like you’ve always done. 

I feel like I’m rambling. My thoughts are just all over the place being here and thinking of you. Or maybe I’m just dragging out my time here because the minute I leave, it will be like a final goodbye to this place— and I don’t think I’m ready for it just yet. 

It’s like I can still smell the faint musk of your cologne in the air. Like you’ll walk through our bedroom door, pulling your keys and wallet from your jeans and tossing them on the dresser, all while telling me about some mishap on a job site that set you back a few days. I can just see that grumpy look you wear so well. Then, when you’ve let it all out, you instantly soften when you finally look at me sitting on our bed and then you’re apologizing for boring me with your work bullshit. I would listen to your work bullshit every single day if it meant we could be together again. 

When I got here, it was like I was being pulled into Sarah’s room. I sat there for a while, remembering all the times we had laid there with her reading her bedtime stories until she would fall asleep. I miss our dance parties while we would wait for you to come home, her insisting I had zero rhythm anytime one of her little boy band hits came on and I attempted to keep up with her choreographed routine she had memorized. I’m taking a few things of hers, I hope that’s okay. I don’t think I can come back here and I want to have something of hers. 

I found your ring on our dresser. Don’t worry I’m not mad you aren’t wearing it. Gosh, I can’t believe I would get so worked up over seeing it laying there instead of on your finger. I know how much it bothered you wearing it to work and worrying about losing it or getting it caught on something, and yet I would still get annoyed over it. But, maybe you weren’t meant to wear it so I could find it today, so I could have a piece of you with me always. 

I guess I should wrap this up. I know how much you love when I can go on and on about anything. 

I will write to you. Whenever I get the chance. To Sarah, too. I’ll keep writing to you both for as long as I can. 

I love you Joel. I always have. And I always will. Wherever you are, I just hope you know that. 

Forever and always,

Eve 

*

“Hey, Genevieve— ya doin’ okay up there?” Steve calls up from downstairs. 

“Yeah! Just give me a sec! I’ll be right down.” You try to hide your pain as you respond, wiping the few tears sprinkled across your cheeks. 

You fold your letter to Joel, placing it securely in an envelope you had found next to the pile of printer paper you tucked away with the items of Sarah’s in your pack. You push yourself off the bed, walking around to the side where Joel slept since the day you moved in. You run your handover the indentation in his pillow, remembering how much you loved to wake up before him just so you could watch him sleep. 

Lifting the corner of his pillow, you gently place the letter underneath it. The last place you talked to him, is the first place you’ll write to him. You imagine he’s laying there, sleeping peacefully when you kiss the top of his pillow. 

Grabbing your pack off the bed, you take one last look at the space, your heart clenching at the finality of this visit. You force your legs to move towards the direction of the door, stopping briefly at the dresser to grab Joel’s ring, tucking it into one of your packs inner pockets safely. 

Steve is sitting on the couch when you finally make it downstairs. His patience is something you’ve appreciated since the day you met. He knew how much stopping here meant to you, and he told you to take as much time as you needed. 

“All good?” He asks once you’ve stepped off the last step. 

“No, but it will be, I think.” You tell him as you make your way out the front door. 

[chaoticcomposition]

an updated look for evie—cut her hair shorter, magic tattoo to bump her int, and special armour! idk what it is about long coats but they really have blood hunter vibes

as usual I wanna fiddle summore but who's got time for that, not me