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@greenmanua
Hey everyone 💛 I’ve been a bit inactive lately because of college — it’s taking all my time and energy.
I’m really sorry if it feels like I’m ignoring anyone — I promise I’m not! Thank you so much for your patience 💕
And while I’m busy studying, here’s a little something for you — a line art of Malen, the son of Fuegoleon and Baal, and Bismarck’s younger twin brother 🎨✨
Hey everyone 💛 I’ve been a bit inactive lately because of college — it’s taking all my time and energy.
I’m really sorry if it feels like I’m ignoring anyone — I promise I’m not! Thank you so much for your patience 💕
And while I’m busy studying, here’s a little something for you — a line art of Malen, the son of Fuegoleon and Baal, and Bismarck’s younger twin brother 🎨✨
Be honest I have a ask for a wile now Baal is implizit this she age slower as a Human and is older as a fully human so?
The real ask is does her Children age like her?
I Imagen the Angst of Bismarck and Mortifer as Bismarck Sees Mortifer getting old and he is not 😩 at least not as fast Mortifer is……….
Baal is a dark elf untouched by time — she does not age. Her blood carries a power that reigns over mortality, and this gift flows through every one of her children. All of Baal’s descendants inherit her timeless essence — they do not grow old, nor wither, remaining forever young.
Yet among the rare traits of their kind lies an even deeper mystery — the ability to sustain the life of their chosen partner. Bound by true affection, if they remain by each other’s side, their presence becomes a source of strength and vitality.
Thus, Bismarck could preserve Mortifer’s life — as long as they stay together, his breath shall never fade.
Her womb gave the world blood, but not life. In her arms she holds a child who became nothing more than a breath between worlds: red — the memory, white — the shadow that still shines with purity...
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Baal's firstborn, who unfortunately never saw the light of day...
Mortifer x Bismarck
They are cute and I‘m on work and did draw this
After they posed they will be like bunnies if you understand 😏
Bismarck is @greenmanua oc
Bismarck:
Her womb gave the world blood, but not life. In her arms she holds a child who became nothing more than a breath between worlds: red — the memory, white — the shadow that still shines with purity...
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Baal's firstborn, who unfortunately never saw the light of day...
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I was inspired for card XI with @greenmanua 's OC Baal
Justice. The card is a symbol of truth, law and fairness. She holds the scales on her right hand as a reminder of how justice should be based on logic and facts first and foremost. Not based on the gossip of others. Justice isn't blinded by rage; it is fair. But in her left hand, although leisurely at the moment, she holds a double edged sword. Justice is about both, bringing relief and retribution; a blessing and a verdict depending on the side.
The card, however, isn't a passive one. It may be a call to action with rationality and a long term plan.
Upright keywords: Justice, accountability, cause and effect, law, truth, integrity
Reversed keywords: Dishonesty, corruption, retribution, injustice
I just got back from work, and oh my god, it feels so nice after a long day to see such an incredible artwork — and with Baal, no less! She looks absolutely stunning in your drawing 😅
I really love the tarot card theme and the way you bring it to life in your art — it looks absolutely amazing. Thank you for this wonderful piece, for the beautiful emotions, and just for being so awesome!
I did make a big cleaning/and grocery shopping all day so I didn’t draw but I had a idea bevor I forget it so I skash it out here is Bismarck x Mortifer as they go out
Bismarck vermillion is @greenmanua oc
Mortifer have fun and felling Safe whit Bismarck as Bismarck looking at people wo Stare at he‘s men😏
Can I get 💼, 🔦 and ⚓ for Baal please ^^
Hi Laura! Thank you for the question 💋
💼- Baal always carries her favorite red lipstick — her secret lip gloss. She loves her lips, but even more, she enjoys smearing Fuegoleon with her lipstick 🌝.
🔦- All her life, Baal searched for someone who could be her comfort zone yet remain passionate and intriguing. Fuegoleon became that person: with him, it was always interesting. Despite his calm demeanor and impeccable manners—which might have put off a woman looking for "adventure"—he turned out to be much more complex. Usually, he is the one who initiates dates and other little things.
Fuegoleon can be a bit vulgar in words and gestures, but Baal is no different! They smack each other’s butts, compete over who’s sexier, and generally live very vividly. In short, Baal was looking for gold but found a diamond!
⚓- For Baal, home is not just walls and a roof over one’s head. It’s the sunlight gently pouring through the windows of a quiet morning. It’s the scent of the wind carrying memories from the fields where she once ran carefree.
Home is the place you want to return to, even when the world is falling apart around you. It’s the safety she now deeply lacks. Baal left her home not by choice, but because of the war that tore it to pieces. And the hardest part is that she had to retreat, leaving behind everything she knew and loved, even though her heart burned with the desire to protect it.
The feeling of guilt stings her every time she looks at her new home — a foreign, cold place, even if beautiful. Because a true home isn’t just a building. It’s love, memory, and pain that can’t fit within any walls.
Home for Baal is the voices of the past whispering in the wind; it’s the place her soul always wants to return to. And while she’s far away, this pain and longing fuel her strength and make her who she is.
For you ask Game my dear
For Bismarck
☔️ 🧨 and 📿
Have a nice day/night☺️
Hi! Thank you for asking a few questions for Bismarck 🤭
☔- Unlike his younger twin, Malen, Bismarck is not particularly romantic or overly affectionate. He dislikes prolonged touches unless they come from family or close friends.
However, when Mortifer — the first person with whom Bismarck ever entered a romantic relationship — came into his life, his attitude toward physical closeness changed. Mortifer is extremely clingy with him, and Bismarck enjoys it: he can simply wrap him in his strong arms or carry him with ease, holding onto his soft thighs (and, admittedly, he knows exactly how to take advantage of that).
🧨- Bismarck is irritable, like a strict mother, and never hides his annoyance. It’s easy to make him angry, especially when someone tries to take advantage of Malen. After learning that Malen’s former partner, an older man, had merely used him, Bismarck came close to killing the scoundrel. Even when he must conceal his fury, Bismarck’s eyes always seem to say: “If you want to live, keep your mouth shut.”
📿- From his mother, he inherited a cultural ritual — singing before a difficult battle. It is a kind of prayer that recounts past events, legends, and traditions. Both Malen and Reagan follow this custom as well.
In addition, every time he meets Mortifer, Bismarck likes to kiss each phalanx of his fingers — a gesture that carries deep spiritual intimacy. It is his special way of showing his feelings, for he is truly in love.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
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A Little Art of Mortifer x Bidmarck
Bismarck is @greenmanua oc
THEY’RE SO CUTE, I REALLY WANT MORE MORTIFER AND BISMARCK🥹🥹🥹💋💋💋🫦🫦🫦🌺🌺🌺✴️✴️✴️✴️
A little selfie of Mortifer and Bismarck 💅🏻
(Mortifer @drmarune )
— Sister... What do you want for your birthday? We could go to the sea, — Reigan whispered softly, gently braiding Lenore’s long curls.
— Your birthday wish is enough for me, — she replied calmly, with that same quiet tenderness in her voice.
Though Lenore couldn’t see the world, she could feel it—she felt her brother beside her. Her hand brushed lightly against Reigan’s cheek. They were two halves of one soul, born into this world together. And maybe, just maybe, they were meant to leave it together...
Reigan smiled, but there was a shadow of doubt in his eyes.
— You don’t want anything else? No jewels, no dresses, no trips?
— What’s the point of it all? — her voice dropped even softer, like an echo deep inside her.
Reigan’s heart clenched. For a moment, he stopped braiding.
— Maybe you’re right... but if my simple “Happy birthday” can make you even a little happy, then I’ll say it to you.
He squeezed her shoulder gently. Lenore returned his smile — a warm, quiet ray of light in the darkness.
— I’ll be waiting.
Though it was their shared birthday, Reigan’s attention was always on her — his little sister.
He stood up from the bed.
— It’s time for us to sleep. Did you take your medicine?
Lenore nodded quietly.
— If anything hurts, call Nancy or me right away. Goodnight, — he teased, ruffling her hair before leaving the room.
The next morning, Reigan woke before the first light of dawn. He slipped quietly into Lenore’s room. In the dimness, he saw her sleeping, but her breath was uneven.
He leaned closer.
— Lenore?
— Reigan?.. Is that you? — she whispered, barely audible.
— We’re eighteen now... Happy birthday to us, — he smiled, but the laugh in his voice was fragile, like thin ice cracking beneath his feet.
Suddenly, something tightened in his chest. Cold sweat broke out on his skin. His heart pounded faster, and the world spun dark.
— Lenore? — he called out in a whisper filled with panic.
He moved closer and gently shook her shoulders.
— Lenore! Can you hear me?
Her body was warm, but when he pressed his ear to her chest where her heart should beat — there was silence.
— Nancy! Nancy! Come quickly! — his voice shattered the quiet.
The sleepy servant came immediately.
— She’s not breathing... — Reigan’s voice trembled with helplessness.
Nancy bent over Lenore and began to cast a spell, hoping to reignite even the smallest spark of life.
Reigan ran into the hall, shouting:
— Call the doctors! Hurry!
His voice echoed loudly, waking servants who rushed to help.
He stood there, desperate — his twin, his soul. They were meant to go together... But only she was dying. It wasn’t fair. It hurt like nothing else.
Hours later, Baal stood at the door of Lenore’s room, holding Fuegoleon’s hand. He gripped her hand so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Baal’s face was cold, but her eyes hid a heavy sorrow.
Reigan sat on the floor, his head bowed between his knees, while Bismark quietly rubbed his back.
The doctors finally emerged. Reigan lifted his head, hoping against hope to hear his sister’s voice once more.
But all he heard was the cold words:
— We’re sorry...
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I was supposed to post this art at the beginning of summer... But things got a bit delayed, so here’s the moment of Lenore’s death. Sorry for any mistakes in the text.🥹
