⁑♱ The Deputy Apologist, Bram Alamania :)

the official art/writing blog for @bramalamania all things on here are by me! save for my pfp and stuff lmao i switched my main's theme with this blogs theme 😊

[deputyapologist]

Not the archangel this time

Disclaimer!

I go more in-depth about my personal "hazards" here on my main's intro post, but I'll run it down here.

- Don't send me any scams or charity requests. I'm so sorry; I can't help you.

- I'm Catholic and I do draw religious imagery sometimes. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable, and I hold no hard feelings against you if you block me.

- Don't send me a dm if I've never interacted with you before. Rather—send me something in my ask box.

General Information

Hi. I'm Bram Alamania, though I refer to myself on here specifically as A.A., the D.A. Check my main to see what they both stand for (or just look at my username for the second abbreviation. . .); I'm sure you'll be able to connect the dots.

This account is where I post all of my art. For some reason, not many of my main's followers know of this account? But you know what, that's perfectly fine; I forget about this account and I'm the one running it.

But yeah. Give me a follow if you like what I draw. 🤷

About My Art - (#bram draws)

There's not much to it. I just post stuff I draw. But if you want to get specific, I mainly draw my ocs, historical guys, and characters from things I like. That's it.

Most of what I post here are doodles, though, so you might have to dig if you want to find actual rendered stuff.

I DO take art requests, but keep in mind they're art requests and not obligations. They might not come immediately if I'm busy and/or working on other projects. I DO NOT take paid commissions, though.

About My Writing - (#bram writes)

I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory.

ALL WRITING FROM @letters2adyingflame WILL BE RELOCATED TO HERE! :)

In Conclusion

Yeah. Okay. Bye. Follow or whatever 😌

[deputyapologist]

are there any of the bramalamanias that have a noticeably different gender identity or sexual/romantic orientation than you?

OOH not really! all of them are bisexual dudes for the most part. but the few exceptions are the computer virus, who is aroace and goes by he/it and baldassare who goes by he/she! i think those are the only differences 😌😌😌

[deputyapologist]

thermidor

alt versions. i spent too much time on the bg maybe???

[deputyapologist]

COOKING😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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robs without wig from like earlier this week i think. idk

Yea

[deputyapologist]

ignore how i forgot the deputy apologist's most important features (his wings cough cough) BUT. yea lets make up some bs and say that this is his human form🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

idk (literally)

[deputyapologist]

acne riddled mf plus his annoying fucking archangel

#turnyourselfintoacharacterforyourownentertainment

[deputyapologist]

please absolve, my sins dear archangel!

[deputyapologist]

while thermidor queues here's part 2 of i draw an oc full body really shittily but the 3/4 profile is ay-okay.

here's part 1 if you wanna see that lmao

i don't know how to feel about this one idk i need moooorreeeee practiceeee auauaGAUAHAH FUCK

the full body lowk better

[pearl-in-vinegar]

I CANT STOP PEARL

I LOVE THEM. SO SO MUCJ. OH MY GOD. AKSJDFLKAJHSDLKJFHALKSJDHFLKAJHSDLKFJHALKSJDHFLKAJSDHLFKJAHLSKDJHFLAKSJDLFKJAHLDSFKJ

[pearl-in-vinegar]

the bitch has arrived😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 he was fun to experiment on🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 i made. h i m. ourpl😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😁😁😁😁😁😁

oh my gOD HES BEAUTIFUL <3333 THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU AGHHHHUHH 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

(#ilackempathy LMAOOO)

[bramalamania]

Dearest Abraham,

I noticed a slip of paper pinned to the noticeboard at the east of the town square, requesting 'victorian-style letters' to be sent to this address - so, well, je suis ici! I hope you and your extended relatives have been faring during this summer; I heard some talk of a sickness in this town, and do hope that you remain unaffected.

As you well know by now, mon ami, I have been travelling around Northern Europe during these past months in search of poetic inspiration. Do not jest at me, as I know you will, Abraham - I take my writings very seriously, and the mountain ranges I have found on my travels have provided much creative material for my upcoming anthology. We must visit them together. I dare say the air at that altitude will do wonders for us both - especially for you, as you have spent the last decade in the choke of the city. Alas, the grand beauty of the Alps simply cannot be communicated through language, and it would be a damn shame if you were to let their magnitude be lost on you.

Many regards to your sister. Are her writings gaining success? I do hope so - her wordcraft is incomparable. Perhaps invite her, too, on our trip. She would appreciate the romantic landscape with much respect, as I, too, would admire her presence in that beautiful scenery.

I stay in lodgings above the tailors, so do write back to that address. My regards to your family, and to you of course, dearest Abraham. I find myself reminiscent of our college days.

Sincerely,

P.

My Sweet,

It is with much gratitude I recognize your acknowledgment of that silly piece of paper. Ah! I put that wretched thing up not too long ago in hopes of a mere sliver of attention from someone, anyone, who would be generous enough to quench my thirst for written exchange. And when I least expected it, here you are, my dearest; and here you are.

Typically I would poke some slight, harmless fun at your—let us say in kinder terms—unabashedly romantic prose, but I will refrain from doing so purely because your sincerely consumes me entirely. It might be just because I've caught that accursed illness you speak of, but perhaps I also miss our days at Oxford as much as you do. But, as you know, I am not a sap of any sorts.

Regarding the Alps, I would absolutely love to visit those scaling slopes with you! Oh, know how much I adore the mountains! And I'm in complete agreement with you; Alpine air would do a true wonder for my lungs. You really were (and are) right about the city, it truly is terrible! Ah! Snobbish air of the rich, oh, how it infects me! The sole clean air I've managed to inhale is the lousy comforting smoke of my cigarettes. . . And only that is temporary!

My sister is doing well, if you are that desperate to know. Anastasya has managed to escape the suffocation of the city, and now she lives somewhere in the countryside. It's been far too long since I've seen her; my journalism keeps me busy, I'm afraid. You do bring a wondrous proposition, though—it would certainly be a good way to reconnect with her if she were to accompany me to this hypothetical trip to the very mountains that inspire you so. I'm sure you two would get along fine.

But it's better to reminisce on the past rather than things that haven't occurred yet. Hopefully I got the address right. Maybe when I can finally find balance between my work and my life, we can enjoy the beauty of this world together, just as we once did.

All the best,

Abraham Alamania.

[bramalamania]

OKOK YAY so this is my Tybalt design, please be nice to him, he's like a week old

And here's the crops because why not

[deputyapologist]

This sloppily written, smudged note was slipped underneath the door of a certain Holden Pittsbury’s room. The timing of the passing of this short message was purposeful—it just so happened that Basil Horvat had gone to Hungary for a brief visit to his family.

Pittsbury,

My goodness! What are you doing as of late that is so important? It’s laughable; you barely have the time to accompany me to the tavern now that you’ve romanced that dreadful roommate of yours, that ever-bitter Horvat.

Ah, I jest, I jest; I’ve nothing against the painter. But now I’ve a grudge with you. And the only way to alleviate that grudge would be to accompany me for a glass or two. I would say “Just like old times”, but the old times I refer to were two months ago! It’s been forever since I have been able to enjoy a drink! My whisky tastes like urine without you.

And don’t you dare mock me for this next bit but I must admit that I miss you. I miss the way you listen to every word I say like it’s gospel. You’re loyal to your friends, yes, I like that, but it would surely help if I could share you! Whatever happened to our pact, hmm?

Now don’t mind the brevity of this note. You know me—I am no writer. I speak, not scribble. I assure you, you won’t hear the end of it the next time I see you! We must drink to the passage of autumn into winter! Meet me at the tavern at 19:00, Holden! Don’t you forget it!

Yours evermore,

Percival Eden

@pearl-in-vinegar @smallsilvervine

i will be writting a million more of these to make up for the lack of ltadf content I SWEAR!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 oh my god i might just write paragraphs at this point. see them in ACTION. ugugugugu ive been neglecting letters to a dyinf flame... liek sorry horvat ill maybe write you a good ending🙄🙄🙄🙄

[bramalamania]

word or deed?

~@ladyliszt-ocs ☆○°♡ | character: Lady Lucile

mroew. word?

[ladyliszt-ocs]

a number 1-40?

[bramalamania]

29 ^_^

[ladyliszt-ocs]

ready, set, go

"Will you share that with me?"

[bramalamania]

[Both sets of the Deputy Apologist's wings flutter. This specific DA is from the present era, meaning he's wearing his clothes from the 1790s. Don't ask. He hands Lucile the churro he was holding.]

"Anything for you, my dearest," [he muses, handing her the churro. He doesn't even know how long he and Lucile have been married but it took him no time to get used to this life. Coming home to a wife and kid was certainly something special.]

[ladyliszt-ocs]

"Mmmmm... it's still warm." [Lucile takes a bite of the churro, savoring the texture, the flavor, the lingering heat of the bakery.] "It's been way too long since I last had a decent churro."

[deputyapologist]

[The DA smiles.] "I can get you more if you like. Well, uh— If you like, of course. It's not that much trouble. It really just takes a flick of the wrist, [he manages to stumble out.]

[The DA has never been the best at speaking, often preferring writing to display his affections; it gives him much more time to think about his words. But he knows that interacting in person rather than yearning from afar will produce a much better outcome.]

[Or, at least that's what he learned from humans.]

[deputyapologist]

meow Meowmwo emoew meow wmorw meoww meoww

[ladyliszt-ocs]

This letter was found fastened to the door of Isidore's flat with a small knife the night of 4 October, 1789.

My sweet Isidore,

I am to join my beloved fellow-citizens on the morrow in protest of the price of bread. Truly, it's a noble work we do in the name of France. If it would serve you, I hope to see you.

Your friend faithfully,

Isabelle

@bramalamania i saw letters were being made so i made one 💜

[deputyapologist]

A sloppily sealed letter appeared under Isabelle's door the next morning at approximately 05:00. This letter's penmanship seemed as hurried as always, but of course just as elegant.

My dearest Isabelle,

I know not when this letter arrived, but I do know my flatmate Saber was kind enough to take it down before our nosy neighbors could get to it. As I write the response to your note, she is looking over my shoulder, wondering when exactly I became acquainted with so many people. (It's as if I've found an entire family since the Storming of the Bastille.)

But that's surely enough about me. As for the object of your letter: Do not fret, my sweet, for your wish is my command. I will surely be at the protest. I would be honored to serve my Nation once more.

I will be sure not to miss you. Long live the Republic!

Your humble servant,

Estelle Isidore de Allemane,

Deputy of the National Constituent Assembly.