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@caede9

sometimes i do a little bit of art

“grey you can’t just disappear for like 6 months and only post two drawings of games nobody’s ever heard of or plays” watch me

look, it’s kikka standing on the shore

and here’s just the shore, void of all presence. there’s just something about the way the beach blends into the waters that really resonates with me so i decided to turn the sand into a reflection of the sky. will i regret it probably but hey i did it anyways

thanks @gb-patch for this game. everyone go play lake of voices it’s my favorite visual novel and it has full english voice acting !!

what is singing but in-tune screaming; what is a dream but a delusion of grandeur; what is morganthe but someone who gave it all she had but wanted too much? sing, dream, plea, for the fantasy of power will consume until you can breathe no more.

damn we shot morganthe into space

(don’t repost without permission please)

it’s time for my annual lake of voices addiction. this time, i’m back with fanart.

the guide, stargazing; after the bridges have risen and he is but a ghost among the fog

the guide, sunrise; when the bridges are dormant and the forlorn silence hangs after all that has been done 

and for the person who was mildly bothered i forgot that people don’t sit throwing their cloaks behind a bench, here’s a fixed version of stargazing. (im sorry sunrise fans). no i dont know where the bench came from i just thought a bench would be the most historically accurate

thank u @gb-patch​ for this game

first off: big thanks to @stormbreaker101 (are you seeing a pattern lol) to helping me out with drawing. i’m trying to get used to realism again and my lord is it annoying. esp afros. like. oml.

second off:

“… and despite sickness and madness, which now maybe he was falling prone to, they survived the war and the initial heartbreak and had had their happy ending, if only for a few decades that seemed all too quick and distant now.”

- Zafaría, The After-life on ao3.

ever since i read circe, i’ve developed a liking for the soft stories that simply talk about life. no major action, constant dialogue, no push for more, more, more. this is one of those gentle stories.

part 2 of the drake family and my “what if” series — which i’ve come to realize is just me headcanoning lmao. but anyways, i always found the idea that cyrus as a kid was more than friendly, and especially fond with animals. after all, a big core of mythology is the creatures involved. and AAAA I SHOULD’VE DRAWN THEM WITH DRAGONS??

bonus: a doodle. drake children.

(yes i forgot part of cyrus’ robe)

hey! @stormbreaker101! guess what! i did! that’s right, it’s an art. im do an art.

"Malistaire Drake was the villain in our history, but in another's, he was someone's lover; someone's brother; someone's *father*, and that's the real tragedy of his tainted legacy." - @auredosa, ao3's "hey penny"

image one of three in a series of colored sketches: the drake family, a “what if?” memoir to a past that could’ve been.

what if sylvia liked to get dolled up and spend some private time with malistaire, even when her health was deteriorating? she was dying, and though he didn’t accept it, she did.

(pls no repost without cred)