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I love interacting with you all and reposting your beautiful art and work too much, so I decided to make this my little community blog. You can find my pure artblog here from now on → Catmask Art

If you're following me for my art only, don't worry, as I'll make sure to still reblog all my pieces on here (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ixvessel

"I asked chatgpt" well I asked Daeron the Dreamer and he said he saw a fire. and a dead dragon. a great beast with wings so large they could cover this meadow. it had fallen on top of you. but you were alive, and the dragon was dead.

mighty-centipig

kcd3 NEEDS to add a mechanic for eating raspberries straight off the bush 🙏

#kcd #art that inspires me #yes!!#Henry is a berry snacker

secretdazedragon

#kcd #art that inspires me #holy shit I love this!!

vobleee

realm’s protected by The Hammer (12 yo) and The Anvil (8 yo)

#akotsk #art that inspires me

don0056

#kcd #art that inspires me

lyrouxx

ever since finishing the game I've been pondering my headcanon/au for how erik's post canon situation would look like if he lived on and I finally sat down to sketch out some concepts for it... still got thoughts forming on it but in short he does not get better! also just an excuse to draw him in all black + his red. my favourite edgelord <3

don't look too closely at the historical accuracy of these I was chasing cool factor for now... will be putting my reasearch glasses on now

close ups!

#kcd #art that inspires me

wolfythewitch

My piece for the Sing O Muse zine! Its coming out in July so keep an eye out for the tag :]

ulises-aithon

I adore the vividness and how colourful this piece is! Plus, the Homeric siren is such a nice touch for sure.

#art that inspires me

taurzza

#art that inspires me

rowanisawriter

totem; post game hansry; rated t, inventing new blasphemies in love rituals; 3k words; hans carves henry a wooden figure of himself. through blood and killing and stealing and coming home, it becomes the only real thing.

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“We certainly didn’t invent giving gifts,” he whispers. “Although it feels like it. It feels like nobody has ever given anyone anything until you gave me this little wooden figure.”

Hans shrugs. Freckles on his shoulders, an old scar just under the collarbone from a wound Henry wasn’t there to defend him from, once. More lost details, more differences, more that persists only in Henry’s mind. Oh, to capture this. To be able to hold it in his hand with such pressure that it breaks the skin. To absorb it and let it absorb him.

“Why not?” Hans asks. “We can say we invented it.”

“You can’t just say that.”

“I can say whatever I want. Kiss me. I’ll invent a new way to show you what I mean.”

Henry lowers his head. His hand on Hans’s chest brushes once more on the blonde hair there. Yellow in the sunlight, like the figure he carved and painted and presented to Henry. Hans’s mouth is like water to kiss. Henry’s tongue slips in easily. He could sink here, straight through Hans, through their bed, through the ground, into nonexistence. The figure in Hans’s hand the only solid and real thing around them. Through blood and killing and stealing and coming home, the only real thing.

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#kcd #need to read!!