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Alrighty! I'll be on hiatus from today (January 1st) to June 30th!! I'll still be working on commissions and reaching out to peeps on discord for them, but I will be unavailable on Tumblr and discord except through dms.

I'll see y'all in a bit! Toodles!

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we aren’t doing enough arts and crafts in this world I’m telling you

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-Voices-

A collection of portraits depicting the voices from Slay the Princess, taking inspiration from the style of the video game Disco Elysium! The Voice of the Hero, a knight, an iconic silhouette against a luminant halo. A color palette of black, blue, and teal.

The Voice of the Hunted, a beast trying to protect its heart from danger, represented here as a crosshair.

The Voice of the Smitten, the knife wound letting loose lovely streams of swirling bodily juices into the air.

The Voice of the Cold, dark, and angular. Something completely unafraid to kill.

The Voice of the Skeptic, attempting to fly, tearing himself away from chains and what looks like his own body.

The Voice of the Paranoid, Frantic and multi-eyed, clutching at a wound.

The Voice of the Contrarian, flying in stark contrast to the others, glowing instead of secluded, a mischievous fairy or will o' the wisp, instead of a grotesque figure.

The Voice of the Broken, shattered and leaking. A humanoid figure is no longer recognizable.

The Voice of the Stubborn, Fiery eyes, and big meaty claws. The brushwork is chaotic.

The Voice of the Cheated, smoke leaking from puncture wounds still embedded within him. He's holding a cigar, too; probably where all the smoke is coming from.

The Voice of the Opportunist, carrying multiple masks on his person, and wielding a poorly concealed knife.

And finally (for now) The Long Quiet itself, the night sky, swirling sigils blurred in the dark.

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The sooner you reblog this, the funnier it is

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when your friend is in january 1st and you’re in december 31st

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Hey Patrick, I thought of something funnier than 2024

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how have you been?

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i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

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Full Moons of 2024

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Crash Into Me

Bounty Hunter!Eclipse x Vigilante!Reader

A car chase ends in a crash, and you find yourself going home with the infamous bounty hunter Eclipse.

Word Count: ~8,000 Warnings: Violence, slight injury, blood, suggestive humor, suggestive themes, touching, and kissing.

A/N: I wrote this one-shot back in April in an art trade with @starsketchez and @just-a-drawing-bean and figured it should see the light of day again. This was a delight to write and an excellent opportunity to explore a little into the bounty hunter's… struggles. The vigilante should be a little more merciful, considering, but where's the fun in that?

In case there's any confusion about the AU: This takes place in a variation of Sleuth Jesters where Eclipse is a Bounty Hunter, though his personality only differs slightly from his mafia boss counterpart, so expect most of his usual antics.

Mind the tags/warnings and happy reading!

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uses my evil sex mind control powers to make you come cuddle comfy in bed

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damn girl are you a wild animal being held in captivity 😍 because you are just pacing around rooms nonstop and taking eye contact as a sign of agression

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Wanted to draw a more realistic version of bhtf boys but kinda went a bit overboard with lighting and don't have enough energy to correct it anymore fjahjdjd oh well. Maybe another time.

I simplify their designs a lot, as I just don't really have energy to draw this much detail at all times so it might be a bit of a surprise just how neglected they look in reality lmao.

But their clothes would be constantly stained in blood and mud.(Which I unfortunately forgot to include with sun oops) Heavily patched and look very messy, like it was made by a child. Nothing about their looks would signal anything but unfriendliness, even Moon's fur somehow looks unusually spiky, clogged with dried blood and debris. It's very unpleasant to the touch when you meet them the first time. The blood on their clothes is all shades of red: faded, dry and fresh. They'd smell very distinctively of death. Rot, metal and blood. Until the first laundry day, that is.