#the royal house perdel

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A transparent baby to grace your dash

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Vitari set his lantern down and sat on the chair he’d spent so many hours kneeling beside. The red velvet was soft, maintained by skillful magic. The gold plating was cold against his bare skin. He wasn’t going to keep it, of course. As soon as day broke, he would have it hauled topside and dumped into the ocean, where it could rot just like its owner. Still, it was his right to feel the seat of power for himself before he replaced it with a more worthy successor. He lounged back, stretching his legs out, and rested the tip of his stolen sword on the floor. It dug into the fine silken coating, damaging it just a little. Absolutely no one had the power to punish him for doing that. Not anymore.

Now, it was Vitari who was the third most powerful man in the world, behind only the Emperor and the High King themselves.

The Master had kept a leather collar with a leash here, for use when even golden chains wouldn’t do. Vitari picked it up and sliced through part of it so that it could never be fastened shut over his neck again. He tossed it in front of him with gleeful disdain, and the gold buckle clattered where it fell. The end of the leash caught on the canvas of his trousers. He picked it up, contemplating the weight and feel. His former master had thought himself so strong and invincible with a weapon like Vitari on the other end of a leash. It had made him blind and arrogant. Vitari wouldn’t make the same mistake.

He sat back again, letting the leather strap dangle indolently from his fingers, and gazed into the muted darkness of the so-called throne room. A dark smirk curled at the edge of his lip. He flexed his fingers and felt the Master’s sticky blood against his skin. The world would not miss the former Deus Dominorum—not when that name now belonged to the very same unnamed slave the fool had thought would buy him control of the Imperial throne.

“Who stands nameless now, Master?”

Detail

Process

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She’s ruining your aesthetic, Hawke

For Hawkequisitor and the Herald of Chaos

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Benevolently Haunted

The spirits of Lora’s grandmother and lost siblings watch over her in various forms. You know, for Plot Reasons! It makes her look a little weird to some people in other worlds, though.

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Villain

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She has the power of god & anime on her side!

Multiverse Lora age ~11

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It’s spring break now which means I can justify pausing my frantic calculus studying to complete an actual drawing

Lora from an adorable Transdimensional Playgroup fic Traykor is working on

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I finally have enough brainrot to draw something again. Here’s teenage Lora “”blending in”” to the DC universe. I’m amused by the idea of her being A Problem for Batman.

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And now for part 5 of that sticker series I did two years ago

Lora’s grandpa is too old for this

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It was once joked that a first attempt by Lora to turn into a mermaid would go slightly wrong and see her end up way too small—just a bitty, guppy-size cloud of hair and a sharp-toothed grin. I felt like doodling that today

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I finally found some time to paint 😭

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Is her hair in a bun or did she get the edgy teen book bob/pixie cut?

It’s in a braid down the back of her jacket! All the better for sneaking around and punching people without getting grabbed! Hiyah!

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Lazy rendering

She’s about as subtle as a disco ball

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For you, Titus-loving anon

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Hawke needs a nap

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Hawkequisitor and the Herald of Chaos