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POV you're the TV in Vic's guest house
#i could keep working on this for one million million years but im too eepy#anyway dropout is ruining my life (pos)#very important people#oh god tagging this is gonna be hell#dropout tv#pig 2#marionette conqui and zonton de la doll#denzel vip#augbert vip#martha tops and lucian azathoth#jasper and casper#leighanna jean gruthers#kepl and dr. milk#professor avery goodman#vics ex step grandmother#tommy shriggly#princess emily
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Secretâs Out
Pairings: Rowan Laslow x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x enemy/ex!reader
Summary: Nevermoreâs heir falls for the outcasted Outcast.
Warnings: Xavier is a bit of a bitch, slapping, suggestive themes, tooth-rotting fluff. Rowanâs nicknames are Obi-Wan and Row Boat because I said so. (Tagging @unfixqble)
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You were the crowned royalty of Nevermore, the school for Outcasts. Both literally and figuratively. Your great (x whatever) grandparents founded the school and you always got the highest scores in class. Everyone praised the ground you walked on. Once you accidentally bumped into someone and before you could apologise, they mumbled out sorries and kissed your shoes. You had to deliver an assembly on why kissing peopleâs shoes was wrong, weird, and downright disgusting.
But with you being, well, you, it came as a shock to the whole school when you turned down Xavier Thorpeâs proposal. He was the only one in the entire school that could even compare to you. But the news of you dating Rowan Laslow, the outcast of the Outcasts, made the school tremble. Seriously, there was an earthquake the day everyone found out. Pathetic fallacy at its finest.
Rowan rushed up to you the day after with scarlet filled cheeks and watery eyes. âI swear I didnât tell anyone.â He said hurriedly and you scrunched your eyes together before widen them. ây/n?â
Your eyes wrinkled at the sides as you smiled widely, dimples on full display. âI donât care that everyone knows, Obi-Wan.â You tiptoed up so you could kiss his lips. All of his worries flowed away with that single kiss until people surrounded you. Some booed, some cheered and clapped, but it was all static in your ears. âCâmon.â You held out your hand.
Rowan gave a lopsided grin and took your hand as you pushed through the crowd. The two of you were on cloud nine. Somehow even more in love with the other than before. Nothing could bring you down.
Nothing apart from Xavier.
A stack of papers dropped onto your desk whilst you were waiting for your History teacher. You looked up in confusion, meeting Xavierâs hard glare. Before you could speak up he raised his hand, stopping you. âThatâs why you wonât date me?â He scoffed. âRowan Laslow of all people?â
âBack off, Xavier.â You rolled your eyes. âI wonât date you because Iâm not attracted to you.â
âBullshit!â Xavier slammed his hands down on the drawings, paintings, and photos he dropped onto your table. âDid he drug you? Is this some fucked up Harry Potter thing?â He asked.
âHumble yourself, Xavi.â You stood up, pointing at him. She waved it away and in retaliation, you slapped him.
The whole class gasped as you retracted your hand in shock. Xavier looked at you, holding his cheek. âFuck you.â He spat, storming out of the class.
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You were lying on Rowanâs chest later that night, watching a movie on his laptop. You thought for a second, drawing circles on his abs with your finger before mumbling, âYou know I love you more than anything, right?â
You heard Rowan laugh slightly, kissing your head. âI know. And I love you more, my moon.â
You smiled at his words, melting into him. âWrong. I love you most.â You looked up at him with a grin, giving him a peck on the lips.
âOh, yeah?â
âOh, yeah.â You nodded surely.
âProve it then.â Rowan murmured, kissing you.
You rose your eyebrows at him as he smirked. You scoffed, straddling him and kissing his neck. âYou like that?â You asked after you left a hickey, gaining a moan from the boy underneath you.
He nodded, looking at you with a lustful gaze. âI love you more than youâll ever know.â He whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You grounded down on his crotch, causing him to groan and blush. ây/nâŠâ
âWhat is it, baby?â You asked, rasping, lips pecking and nibbling on his neck. âUse your words.â
âPlease.â Rowan begged before the door slammed open with a bang. You jumped, falling into the floor as Rowan covered his top half. âMiss Weems.â He said in embarrassment.
âExcuse me. I donât mean to barge in here, but the two of you know the rules. After nine oâclock, you stay in your own dorms.â Headmistress Weems said accusingly. ây/n, allow me to escort you to your dormitory.â
âMs. Weems, I-â You stopped at the look she gave you. âBye, Row Boat.â You mumbled, kissing Rowan softly
ây/n.â Weems said sternly when the kids started to deepen.
You groaned and pulled away, whispering another âgoodbyeâ before being lectured on all the way to the other side of the school.
#this is short but oh well#wednesday netflix#Wednesday#wednesday x reader#wednesday the series#wednesday tim burton#wednesday tv show#xavier thorpe x you#xavier thorpe x reader#xavier thorpe#rowan laslow x reader#rowan laslow#Rowan Laslow x you#gn reader#gender neutral#elijah writes#hope you like it Lucian
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Love Bites - Part 2
Like the title says. ;)
**Also, make sure you realize that werewolves and vampires are creatures that feast on blood and flesh. If this type of thing bothers you, this fic is not for you. There's going to be blood. Curate your internet experience accordingly.
Please see the end of the fic for translations and such fuckery.
Enjoy!
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Like himself, Marrok is a creature of the night, so there is no surprise in Lucian when he awakens at dusk to find the werewolf still sleeping beside him. Not that Lucian himself truly âslept.â The slumber of a vampire was more of a deep, meditative void. He had gone weeks without âsleeping.â Now, it was a sort of indulgence to lie beside his lover, who did still require rest. Â
At least it had been as such, until this vile misfortune had been foisted upon him. Now, resting was a necessity until the wretched foolishness of his body had healed itself. Exactly when that might be, he did not know.
Marrok grumbles in his sleep and rolls onto his side, one arm flopping across Lucianâs body. Whether it is the werewolfâs need for âpack behaviorâ or a true desire to be close does not matter. Lucian takes the opportunity just the same. Â
He curls against Marrokâs bare chest, lulled by the steady, pulsing rhythm of his heart. That is, until his own body decides upon retribution. Always at the most insufferable and inconvenient of times.
There is no time to grope for his handkerchief, no time to pull away. Instead, he must contend with the indecency of steepling his hands over his nose and mouth, muffling a poorly constrained â--nnkgSSCHuh!â into their confines.Â
The slumbering cadence of Marrokâs breathing stops.
âJe suis dĂ©solĂ©e, mon cher,â Lucian says from behind the cover of his hands. âI am stihhâstillâ-hhhuuhIKGSSSCH-U! Ugh, mon dieu.â
Marrok chuckles. âHmn, Iâd ask if youâre dying, butââ
âFerme ta gueule,â Lucian says, which only earns him a louder, much more pointed laugh.
âMake me.â Marrok grabs Lucianâs wrists, tugging his hands away from his face. âAnd quit it with the hands.âÂ
Lucian huffs. âWould you rather I show such indecency to your bare chest, then?â
âYeah,â Marrok says. âI would.âÂ
Rough, calloused palms cup his face and Marrok kisses him with such passionate vigor that Lucian moans against his mouth. Purely involuntary, of course.Â
âIâd like to fuck the starlight out of you right now.â Marrok runs his tongue over Lucianâs bottom lip. âBut Iâve got wolf shit to do.â
âDo you?â Lucianâs hand wanders between the werewolfâs legs, nails scraping his inner thigh. âWhat sorrow for you.âÂ
âGoddamn it.â Chills march up Marrokâs arm and it is now Lucianâs turn to chuckle.Â
âYou began this. The fault is yours.âÂ
In the distance, a chorus of howls too vocally eerie to be mere wolves escalates and Marrok grumbles. âTheyâre doing stupid shit. I gotta go.âÂ
Lucian withdraws his hand and sits up with a pointed sniffle. âI will try not to be too unwell in your absence.âÂ
Marrok rolls his eyes. âWhatever. Iâm going to go kill something.âÂ
One golden eyebrow arches. âSomething or someone?â
âDoes it matter?â Marrok crosses the distance back to the balcony and hops onto the ornate rail.Â
âIt does, if one has taste.âÂ
Marrok makes a show of extending both middle fingers. âTaste this.âÂ
He vaults over the side of the balcony and lands somewhere in the courtyard, disappearing into the underbrush before Lucian can track his movements.
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By the time Marrok returns, darkness has fallen to the fullest extent, the air heavy with the scent of night blooming jasmine and fresh oleander. Â
And the metallic sweetness of fresh blood.Â
âI take it your hunt was successful.â Lucian files the edges of one nail into a fastidious point and sits back to admire the shape for a moment.Â
âYes.âÂ
One side of Marrok's face is coated in slick, glistening crimson, brutal to some, but alluring to the vampire. How fortunate was he to have such a magnificent creature to indulge and woo.Â
Upon noticing Lucianâs amorous stare, the werewolf tilts his head with a smirk. âYou like what you see?âÂ
âOui. J'adore votre folie.â Lucian sets the file down and rises to his feet. âNow, kiss me while the taste of life is still fresh upon your lips.â
âMmn, that's hot,â Marrok says.Â
And he complies readily. Eagerly. While there are plenty of deer and other prey in the nearby woods, tonight's feast has been human. Lucian can taste it, can see the flicker of images within his lover's mind.Â
A man with intent to do far more than follow a young woman home. Another with an abhorrent collection of photos from those who did not give consent.Â
But of course. Beneath the simmering rage and bluster lurked a vigilante dressed in fur and fangs. Not that Marrok would ever admit to such a thing.Â
Just as Lucian was loath to admit the stupidity that had caused his current condition. While Marrok's accusations had been false for the most part, Lucian had placated him the falsehood of ignorance when questioned about how he had managed to become so suddenly ill.
Lucian was more than aware of how it had come to pass. Despite popular folklore, sunlight would not destroy him. Too much exposure to it would, however, prove to be terrible for his well being. Hunting during the day was not his preference, but at times, nature proved to be stronger than common sense.Â
And speaking of such things, his sinuses saw fit to remind him of his idiocy several times an hour. Obviously, he is now somehow overdue.Â
He places a hand upon Marrok's bare chest to indicate his need for distance. âAh, pardon. I am-hhhuuh!â He fights the urge for all of three seconds before managing to tug his handkerchief free of his sleeve, where he had tucked it away for easy access. âIHSSSCHu! Hhhhhiiiih-hhh-uuh. . . ! HhhISSSCCHâUUH!â The hand switches to light upon his own chest, as if he must do so to catch his breath. âMon dieu! My apologies.â
âHuh.â Marrok studies him with a furrowed brow. âYou really are sick.âÂ
âWhy such surprise? I told you as much myself.â Lucian muffles another wrenching sneeze into the folds of the cloth. âI have abused many handkerchiefs while you were away.â
âOh yeah?â Darkness swallows the yellow of Marrok's eyes until only a slight ring remains. âHow many?â
âMore than you have fingers, mon cher.â
âFuuuck,â Marrok says with such soft, vehement feeling that Lucian chuckles. Â
He does not, however, return his lips to their previous plundering. Instead, he buries his face in Lucian's mess of golden waves and inhales the scent of him like he is somehow drawing sustenance from it.Â
âYou haven't fed.â Marrokâs voice is almost tender for a moment before it is replaced with his signature sass. âYou want some of this?â He gestures to himself with a saucy grin.Â
âYou have spent much time hunting,â Lucian says. âNo harm will come to me if I do not. . . â His words trail into nothingness, for Marrok has dragged his nail over his wrist, slicing the sun-bronzed skin just enough for a thin rivulet of blood to drip from his fingers.Â
âCome on.â Marrok runs his tongue up the side of his hand, his lips wet with a vermillion shine. âYou know I taste good.âÂ
Lucian rakes a hand through hair with a huff. âPutain de merde.âÂ
That gets a raucous laugh from Marrok, who soon finds himself pinned to the wall, an arm across his throat and fingers twisted into that unruly mane that has the audacity to call itself âhair.âÂ
âYou want my neck instead? Do you, Lucian?â He tilts his head to one side in invitation. âDo it.âÂ
Marrok's heartbeat calls to him, a slow and steady throb without fear or dread.Â
All restraint is lost.
Lucian sinks his fangs into the flesh, the hot pulse of life rushing over his tongue, filling his senses and reviving him like no mortal blood can manage. Marrok tastes of savage magic, of wildness and defiance, as rich as the finest indulgence and bolder than any wine could ever muster.
He takes only enough to bring warmth to his skin and quell the odd chill that seems to have settled deep within his bones somehow.Â
But Marrok does not move away.Â
âYou didn't take much.â
âIt was enough.âÂ
âIt wasnât enough.âÂ
Already, the small punctures on Marrok's throat have begun to heal, a true testament to his preternatural nature.Â
Lucian doesn't bother to wipe the blood from his lips or address the fact that it has left a wet trail down his chest. Instead, he slips the few remaining buttons away from their holes and allows the shirt to slide from his shoulders and onto the ground. The way Marrokâs gaze follows his every move is more than appreciative, it is predatory. Hungry for a different manner of satiation.Â
âIs there something that you desire to taste?â Lucian glances over his shoulder, strands of his flaxen hair adhered to his cheek by Marrokâs own essence. âSomething you wish to devour?â
Marrok snorts. âFuck you.â
But the words are a teasing retort and not the anger that had so fiercely gripped him earlier.Â
Marrok stalks him like prey, his stare steady and penetrating, head lowered, breathing deep and controlled. Before he can pin Lucian to the bed, the vampire is suddenly behind him, an arm around his throat in a reverse strangle hold.Â
âSince you have such concern for my well being, mon amour, I will satisfy your curiosities.â He hefts the much larger, snarling werewolf into his arms, as if he is a mere wisp of a being and tosses him onto the bed where he lands with a most ungraceful thud.Â
It is Lucian who does the holding now, pinning Marrok's shoulders to the bed sheets.
âAh, je suis dĂ©solĂ©e.â Lucian chuckles with dark repose as he runs a finger down Marrok's nose, pausing to tap the tip. âDid you want to be on top?â
To his rather sadistic amusement, Marrok does not struggle, choosing instead to lace his fingers behind his head and stretch beneath Lucian's body.Â
âNah,â Marrok says with a smirk. âI'll just chill here and let you please me.â Â
He does, however, fist a handful of Lucian's blood-and-flaxen waves, jerking his head to one side. âDon't bite my dick.âÂ
Lucian laughs with such improper lunacy that the birds perched on the balcony railing scatter into the night sky.Â
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TBC . . . .
Mon dieu - My god Oui. J'adore votre folie - Yes. I adore your madness Mon cher - My dear/My darling Ferme ta gueule- Shut your mouth Putain de merde - Fucking hell (or what the fuck, in other contexts) Mon amour - My love Je suis désolée - I am sorry
#EFF writes#Lucian d'Alarie#Marrok Rafe#Never underestimate your supernatural partner#Even if they are unwell#THIS FRENCH FUCKER OH MY GODS#I can't#Yes I make bloodlust sexy lol
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top five. thor image.
EXCELLENT QUESTION
in chronological order:
baby boy. baby. also evil. sooo young and sweet and idealistic and um. this can't be right. genocidal?
2. becoming his father but don't worry about it! nothing sinister happening here! CH's acting is often hard to capture in stills but in this scene he looks and sounds like he's holding back tears, and he's lying through his teeth (including to himself) about odin being a good dad. and then odin (several thousand years deeper in the same emotional repression) gives him this cold little pat on the shoulder and is like right that's enough parenting for this century.
3. entering the avengers like it's a horror movie and he is the monster!!! mirrors loki's entry because they are The Same <3 extremely undead of him, too. ghost AND frankenstein.
4. codependent twin moment. there is a Hollow at thor's right hand. there is a Missing Piece that mirrors him perfectly. he's not meant to admit it any more, but he can't escape it either. no matter how it hurts he sees his brother in everything and always will <3
5. this specific face. in context this is fucking haunting trust me
#space viking tag#ask memes#thank you đđđđđ#you're so tolerant of my brainworms sdfjskfdks#oh that's lucian. he hasn't thought about anything but mediocre scifi in two years but we keep him around anyway. babbling in the corner.#i don't know if this post is remotely coherent to you sorry. depends how much of my contagion i've passed on i suppose
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Lucian & Celeste || Wes & Celeste || Sel & Sidra Endymion & Sparrow (W/hand & w/o. Couldn't decide which I liked more, so I just included them both lol) || Daryl & Hanna (TWD)
Tagged by the wonderful and lovely @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @marivenah to do this cute couple picrew, thank you!
Tagging @clicheantagonist @strafethesesinners @skoll-sun-eater @g0dspeeed @shallow-gravy
@adelaidedrubman @henbased
#sorry if you've been tagged/dont want to be tagged obvi no obligations! would love to see your little guys (gn) though!! :)#also sorry you dont need to read all my tags below asdfghjkl#baby vamp era cel & luci my beloved. oh cel's crying in the second one bc this is moments before wes dies :) y'know. normal shit :)))#sid & sel just committed atrocities & are smitten about each other (for free; you can join them! join their polycule..)#En & Sparrow are not supposed to be a ship... my hand just slipped ok. anyway there was a close call in a fight & he took control &#it ended in a blood bath (other ppl; not them) & he did something impulsive (sparrow is not sure how to feel? cause wtf??)#and lastly ... recent brainrot ship!! ft new oc my beloved new oc <3#oc: celeste night#oc: lucian vargas#oc: wesley norton#oc: sidra navros#oc: sel blackmore#oc: sparrow#oc: endymion#oc: hanna thorne#sel uses they/them also :)#otp: an invite to eternity#otp: you can love him#otp: our love is god#no ship name for daryl and hanna yet
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i wanted to draw elfrind (OC), chevalier and Lucian but i am tired sleepy so i drew them in a cute style or whatever
#elfrind is as tired sleepy as i am#ikepri oc#oc#art#ikepri elfrind#ikepri chevalier#ikepri lucian#oh shit its lucian. i keep calling him lucien
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the 39 clues girlies are having a field day in the notes of a post I made months ago and all I can do is gaze upon them fondly as I remember the most passionate late lover of my life
#they want to revive the fandom đ„č#oh the stories i could tell#jesus my t39c hyperfixation was definitely a Time. i don't think I've had a more intense hyperfixation ever#i can STILL name all the clues off the top of my head. five years later#i feel like a grandma#i don't get as sad over it or as excited every time i see a sign of someone wanting to revive the fandom as i used to but#your first love never dies and all#throwback to that time i tried to organise an internet clue hunt!!! we should totally do that on tumblr it could be so fun#i had so many ideas damn#the 39 clues#liveblogging.pdf#holy shit wait it's more like 7 years now. not five#broooooo#almost 8 tbh#i miss the site i miss the ffn forums i miss the books being in stores...#i miss the gc that made me get a tumblr in the firstplace#oof#i do not play about this series when i say i am INSUFFERABLE about it#i literally used to think about it 24/7 for years not exaggerating#i had to relate everything to it i still do#i was fully convinced i was an undercover lucian agent#who am I kidding i still do#i don't have one notebook without all the clues listed in them from some time i was bored in class
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to be fair to lucian he is right here. in that constance and sandrine would've just enacted a swift and brutal revenge then considered themselves even until the next time he tried some shit
#celie on the other hand. well all this is simply step 3 in her 14-step plan to humiliate lucian in ways he will never recover from. sad!#oh well there's other mont cousins
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I wish we got to see more interaction between Ciara and Lucian. They're foils to each other -- the two "unmarried" (cough cough) members of the administration, both tirelessly dedicated to their work and willing to go beyond their immediate roles. He does support her education reforms -- it's one of the few times he gives an opinion based on his own beliefs, not what's politically expedient. But they are complete opposites in their approach to policy -- Ciara is the uncompromising idealistic firebrand and of course Lucian is Mr. Art of the Possible.
Lucian has a handful of (mildly) misogynistic moments, but Ciara at least calls him out on one of them:
And when they start arguing about teaching evolution, it's the only time I can remember that he raises his voice (aside from when you refuse to investigate Livia, when he gets "unhinged").
He goes back and forth a bit with some of the other cabinet members, but not to this extent. And then the meeting ends on this amazingly bitchy moment:
In my headcanon second term, Lucian, Ciara and Nia are Anton's inner circle, and Nia and Anton are constantly having to referee between the two of them. (Buuuut ultimately they have a lot of love and respect for each other because it's my headcanon and I can make it hopelessly idealized if I want)
#suzerain#lucian galade#ciara walda#distracting myself from real-life politics with fake politics#oh and i have no idea if nia is supposed to be married or not but the game never calls it out like with ciara and lucian#and i just remembered that lileas is also unmarried but she's in prison for being a murderer so whatever
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might fuck around and turn more suzerain characters into women btw
#thinking about female!lucian......luciana if you will......oh im gay#with a ponytail or a tight bun or any hairstyle that keeps the hair out of her face#but without all the curls and time consuming frills of most 50s hairstyles#(ok IDEALLY if we wanna be Fun and not care about The Time Period she'd have an ariana grande high pony....)#(walking the hallways of the palace ponytail swish swishing behind her her heels somehow silent popping behind u righ on time....ok CUNTY)#and she NEEDS to keep her bone structure AND her cheek scar!!! damn right!!!!#lost myself in the sauce.....i need to draw her Soon#suzerain#according to jules
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@blccmngs continued from here
if you had asked him even two weeks ago that if not hearing from parrish for two days would have worried him, easily he would have been able to say no. be able to easily brush the question off. now his chest was constricting with worry after 38 hours and after 48, he was showing up at parrish's house, finding an unlocked door (he made a note to lecture parrish about his safety later). no sign of him at first, but his keys were on the counter, so he ventured further in, into parrish's now familiar bedroom, "oh, baby." the familiar light in parrish's eyes was dimmed when he looked over, acknowledging lucian's presence and he wasn't really sure if he was allowed to be here, if he was allowed to stay, but parrish didn't shove him away so he dropped onto the bed, laying next to him, "shut up and come over here." his arms snake around parrish's waist, tugging him against his chest, one hand cradling his head, "why didn't you call me, dumbass?" his fingers a stark contrast to his words, smoothing over parrish's hair, "have you had anything to eat?"
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I have been doing many a doodle this month because those [x]tober prompt lists are very fun! SO here's some from one prompt list, not caught up because I'm doing three at the same time ^^; stress drawing and all. They are the below, they're from 2024's inktober prompts [the list kinda sucks but I try to match]
Prompts vs characters, in order [note some are more metaphorical interpretations of words]:
ROW 1 Backpack - Rosaire / Discover - Masae / Boots / Ruby
ROW 2 Exotic - Sola / Binoculars - Hella / Trek - Mercy
ROW 3 Passport - Mayu / Hike - Sitri / Sun - Mike
ROW 4 Nomadic - Dawn / Snacks - Arseni / Remote - Lucian
ROW 5 Horizon - Anastasia / Roam - Atreus / Guidebook - Wednesday
ROW 6 Grungy - Arete / Journal - Axel
#I have a midterm today for math and I do feel like dying as a result#so here's some draws#the dreamer's polaroids#snowdrop's ocs#oh boy this is gonna be a long one... let's see if it fits#snowdrop's ocs: rosaire chastain#snowdrop's ocs: masae freath#snowdrop's ocs: ruby dawnlight#snowdrop's ocs: sola hlatyl#snowdrop's ocs: hella king#snowdrop's ocs: mercy#snowdrop's ocs: mayu amano#snowdrop's ocs: sitri mortis#snowdrop's ocs: michelle 'mike' hertz#snowdrop's ocs: dawn rypkema#snowdrop's ocs: arseni kovac#snowdrop's ocs: lucian fiotyn#snowdrop's ocs: anastasia#snowdrop's ocs: atreus van hemel#snowdrop's ocs: wednesday morgan#snowdrop's ocs: arete ios#snowdrop's ocs: axel gauthier#there are more draws but I'm divvying them up by list
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look as much as manga wolfwood is my forever angel i do still constantly miss anime wolfwood. he just didnât get nearly crazy enough with it. and by it? well. letâs just say. [holds up the page where he eats glass]
#look blind and brutal endurance in the face of what should have killed your average man is a staple in a Lucian Character#i loooove how goofy he gets with it in the show and it doesnât have to be grim angst all the time but oh my godddd#characters that get their bones broken and beaten so bad theyâre at deathâs door and still go âfuck youâ and keep chugging. hello#wolfwood being BLIND from brain damage and still chasing midvalley down? riddled with bullets and still swinging the punisher around?#all because his primary motivation in life is protecting children. what if we all exploded.
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How about Lucian? Idc who he's with I just want Lucian :)))
I too want Lucian
#oh to be Arthur in this#Iâd murder him to be in his position#fatal flaws#arthur von licht#lucian lebeau#Arthur x Lucian#suggestive#cw nudity#isaacballz#we are curiosity#art requests
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art update fr april part 2/2
#oh just paint a lucian freud they said. just mix skin colour frm 6-8 different tubes not counting varnish water or slowing agent they said.#like itll be a good exercise. idk wth im doing#all of this is progress frm 5 hrs total. i probably spent the first full hour drawing my grid and face in pencil bc i did NOT want to start#like it was too daunting lol. and then the following 2-3 hrs it's still like WHAT AM I DOING I MESSED IT ALL UP#and then you add more depth w dark and light and go like oh. maybe this can still be salvaged after all in time lol ok#it's still a wip i'll continue adding to it next week. apparently when you paint the bg is when i'tll all suddenly click and look solid?#heres to hoping lol. ive never felt more like a painter tho. close up included bc there are like a million brush strokes in there#my reproduction looks nothing like the original guy posing fr his portrait but itsure does look like. some guy in 3D surely#my art#sorry if the positioning is all over the place. those colours did not want to be accurately captured on camera fr
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The constant wearing each others clothes, the ring in the bottom of the box calling out to emmett, the rose from the courtyard and the rose at the wedding, the unsettling feeling of memories of a relationship compared to the new memories meeting that person as if for the first time and having these coexist
#this book did so much for me oh my lord#itâs the way so many of the things in the memory are subverted and acted out by the other person#lucian begging emmett to call him Lucian vs emmett refusing to call him darnay#lucian wearing emmetts shirt and emmett wearing lucians coat#lucians âneed a handâ in the memory and emmetts âneed a handâ in the present#lucian giving emmett a rose for his buttonhole and then lucian throwing away the rose in his buttonhole#god I just canât deal#feel like I need to write an essay on this and Iâm so wide awake thinking about it but I need to sleep#ahhhhhhh#the binding#bridget collins#kiera talks books
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