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these bitches came, alongside other,,, 7 custom products,,, I ordered. Gulp.

the realization that Master and Margarita fandom is practically dead, even here, and that I am once again late to truly enjoy the media made me 🫩 Not that I mind feeding myself with my own drawings but it still makes me a bit sad that all the peak things are a bit old now🥀

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He's drawn over Patriarch's ponds in Wplace.live

You can find him yourself

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This is still Diehl btw 🥀

Also this isn't the last time you're gonna see a biblically accurate Woland trust me. I need to lock in and focus on this man.

+ Bonus woland plushie

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Made someone hate Diehl on discord because of how constantly I draw him and how others ended up liking him.

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CUBISM

IB: Kmfdmfan29 on Tiktok

My alight motion was crashing SO BADLY I was getting angry

I put two Bible verses that I think fit Woland (and just the whole trio). I will elaborate on how, trust me, I NEED to share my spooky stuff of Woland 🥹

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Just one more scene and I'm done with this fuck ahh animation... 🫩

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My Woland HC is that he loves apples

(the ppl on the sides are Adam and Eve)

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cooking an animation so I can spread my Diehl propaganda on Tiktok again

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What kind of Diehl is this /ref

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Yeah this is from moral Orel cuz I love that show.

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THIS IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT

I swear this gave me SO MUCH MOTIVATION TO WORK ON THIS LITTLE HORRORISH VERSION OF WOLAND AGAIN EHEHEHEJGEKG

Can you please write a Woland fic of him coming across a stranger who immediately senses something's off and just terrorizing them? Feel free to lean into the Eldrich horror of him a bit.

Yes! Here you go :^D (I apologise, it's not perfect but it's my first shot at something of the sort, I hope it's satisfactory) For Woland, given your ask I took inspiration from @xxnukekubi11 's design.

Never talk to strangers

1280 words

CW: none

Taking a stroll down the bustling streets of Moscow, Dmitrij was humming some nameless, random tune while going over his grocery list, deciding whether to have a break and walk along the Patriaršych, or simply get over with his tasks.

The sun was high in the sky and its warmth was pleasant, and so, Dmitrij decided to take a walk in the park.

Walking along the lake, taking in the calm breeze and the singing of the birds, he decided to sit down for a bit, looking at the calm water sometimes rippled by a falling leaf.

“Hello, dear stranger, would you mind if I sat here?”

Asked a deep voice, the sun seemed dimmer, as if covered by clouds,although it was clear until a second ago, and it still was clear; the light from the sun simply dimmed and felt colder, the warmth Dmitrij cherished moments ago completely gone.

“Uh- oh…” he looked around, the people seemed to have disappeared, the birds quieted down and the air all around seemed heavier, as if a storm was approaching.

“Yeah, I mean yeah sure, no problem… Sir”

Dmitrij replied, remembering to be respectful, despite the eerie physique of his interlocutor.

“Thank you, you’re most kind”

The stranger replied with a lopsided smile, the corners of his mouth not exactly aligned.

The two sat on the bench in silence for a couple minutes, which, to Dmitrij felt like years: he couldn’t shake off the idea that he was watched from all angles, despite- apparently- the two of them being the only people left in the park, although just a few seconds before, the place was bustling with life.

“Do you often come around here?”

The stranger then asked, seemingly interested in making small talk.

Dmitrij didn’t know what to answer, was this person a foreign spy? He looked foreign, but his russian was just perfect, perhaps a tourist? No, he looked just so… out of place. Just being around this man made Dmitrij feel uneasy, his head was hurting from feeling watched and trying to look around without being suspicious.

“I… I wouldn’t say that often… Only when I’m in this part of the city for errands…”

In the end, honesty won, but Dmitrij still wasn’t sure that would pay him back in the end.

“I see, I see” the answer from the stranger sounded almost fascinated.

“Oh but how rude of me! I haven’t presented myself yet. I am Woland, I am professor in black magic”

“It’s a pleasure, sir… I am Dmitrij Nikolaevič-”

“Yes, yes I know. Do you smoke, Dmitrij Nikolaevič?”

Woland asked, reaching for a pocket inside his jacket.

“Well, I used to. I’m trying to quit” Replied meekly Dmitrij, only to be met with a blank stare from the professor, who slowly retracted his hand, leaving behind something in his pocket.

It was only then that he actually noticed something unsettling about the man: he had heterochromatic eyes, one a bright emerald green, that seemed to almost shine  with its own light, while the other eye was pitch black, and Dmitrij felt himself being sucked in this neverending darkness that seemed to envelop him.

As he felt a million ants crawling all over his body, Dmitrij tried to shake them off, but he couldn’t move his hands, nor his arms.

“You know, I really cannot stand all these new inventions you people came up with: cars, trams… It’s all so chaotic” Woland began, his unblinking eyes staring into Dmitrij’s.

The young man felt  the ground being pulled from his feet like a rug, his eyes darting to his feet only to be met with the everengulfing darkness that met his gaze before when he locked eyes with Woland.

“Oh, how I miss when it was a little simpler…”

The professor continued, if unphased by the changes around them because they were all actually in Dmitrij’s head or because the professor was the cause it was unclear.

Dmitrij was simply staring emptily at his feet, a thousand yards gaze on his face.

“You know, it is rude not to look your interlocutor in the eyes Dmitrij Nikolaevič”

Woland reprimanded as if he were scolding a child, with no real edge in his voice.

Slowly, but inevitably Dmitrij turned around to meet Woland’s mismatched eyes once more, only to be met with a dark shadow, a barely distinguishable silhouette with only a defined trait: an emerald green eye, staring at- no, through him, as if he weren’t even there in the first place.

The young Russian felt the need to scream, voice his thoughts somehow, but all air had been knocked away from his lungs: he couldn’t move and he couldn’t speak.

He was there, sat, unmovable, forced to listen to whatever this man wanted to tell him.

“You know, this reminds me of that time I had breakfast with Kant- you know, the philosopher? Oh yes, dear Immanuel, an interesting man to say the least.”

You’re in danger, Dmitrij Nikolaevič

For a moment flashed in Dmitrij's mind. Hopeful, he moved his eyes around, hoping to finally see someone else, only to be met again by complete darkness.

Woland went on and on with his chatter, seemingly unaware or more precisely, uninterested in the condition in which his interlocutor was in.

“Yes, really interesting man, that Immanuel, always preaching how angels were as fallible as humans, could you imagine?”

Concluded Woland with a boisterous laugh that seemed to echo endlessly in the black void they were in.

“Do you believe angels were as fallible as humans, dear Dmitrij Nikolaevič?”

Asked the professor.

“I- uh, well… that’s- that’s an interesting question Sir…”

Stuttered Dmitrij.

“Oh but you’re so right, Dmitrij Nikolaevič! Let’s start with something easier: do you believe in angels?”

Dmitrij was even more disoriented by the follow up question, but what really put him off was what happened after: Woland started to incline his head to the side, much like an animal would, to study its predator, or in this case, his prey better; as his neck stopped moving, his face kept moving to the side, as if it were a mask coming off, pulled down by sheer force of gravity, and as it gained an angle more and more unnatural; feathers as dark as the night came out from where his face once was, slowly enveloping Woland’s face, until all that remained was an expressionless, faceless mask of feathers that looked awfully like wings, angel wings.

“You know, dear Dmitrij Nikolaevič…”

Woland’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time as if it were inside Dmitrij’s own head.

“Satan was an angel too, once.”

The ants that were walking all over Dmitrij’s body became more insistent, making him fight long and hard against the apparent paralysis, until he managed to spring to his feet, shouting and slapping himself everywhere praying for those creatures to go away and to be left alone.

“I’d be a little less thrusting… You shouldn’t talk to strangers”

And with this last ominous warning hanging in the air, Dmitrij was back in the Patriaršych, a crowd of worried bystanders all around him along with a couple police officers.

“Are you alright, citizen?” asked an officer.

“Where is he? The professor? Where’s Woland!? That man- he’s… he’s an angel! Worse! I think he’s the Devil, the Devil’s in Moscow! We have to stop him!”

Dmitrij was rambling incoherently even as he was dragged to an asylum, babbling on and on about the Devil himself coming to Moscow for something.

Sometimes, in the dark, he could still hear his warning of never talking to strangers, even in the solitude of his cell.

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This is for keychains but since it's Woland I might as well spoil the surprise ig 🥀 NUKEKUBI GIVING WOLAND ACTUAL SKIN COLOR??? INSTEAD OF MAKING HIS GREY OR JUST PURE WHITE????

Also hello I'm on vacation

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Thank god I decided to draw it yesterday

For the next 6 hours or more I'll be doing literally nothing other than sitting in my car seat

Pose IB: Jessica Harrison's broken ladies

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I really got a BIG FUCKING confidence boost with sharing this lady.

I swear I'll make a ref sheet of her and her info mY HAND JUST HURTS FROM DRAWING

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We(YES WE) all hate these two 🤣😂🤣😂

I love how I keep showing this OC without giving ANY information about her. SHE DOES HAVE SOME I'm just too embarrassed to post it

I named this daughter of mine Elvira, that's all y'all getting, for now

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Me having a heavy obsession on Master and Margarita and doing all these cringy stuff(fe. creating a fanon OC) is just basically me catching up on ALL THOSE WONDERFUL STUFF I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT ON DUE TO ME BEING UNINTERESTED IN ANY MEDIA MY ENTIRE LIFE.(Besides IB, but this is all happening this year)

Maybe I'll show her fully idk.

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I love making ppl watch movies with me and then forcing everyone to make fanon OCs with me

Me when I finally get into into a fandom, I LOVE MAKING FANON OCS WHATTHEFCUK

this is definitely not about Master and Margarita.