Thinkin about how i have like 50 something pages of random unused/unshared stefano content just chillin in my google drive
Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin
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if i look back, i am lost
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Thinkin about how i have like 50 something pages of random unused/unshared stefano content just chillin in my google drive
Hello friends, and fans of His Last Masterpiece and related fics, I made a discord for us weirdos! A place where we can talk about this story(And His Last Masterpiece), share art, and share our love of these games. (Mostly this story though and the ones connected to it) Here is a link for anyone interested!
https://discord.gg/bmq7m92c8r
“Our Union” Ch. 2: Strangers
A/N: "I'll try to update once a month!" I said optimistically yet unrealistically. I still stand by that, but what happens, happens. Life is hard and my editor and I both procrastinate a lot lmao Chapter One Fic on Ao3 His Last Masterpiece on Ao3
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Work was normal. It was a Friday night, so it was pretty busy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. It helped that your boss and the owner of the bar, Marshall, was sharing the workload with you, keeping things from getting out of hand. And by this point in the night, things had mostly calmed down. Marshall was a large man, who would probably scare most people, but honestly he was the nicest person you knew.
“Our Union” spoilers out of context
Question for anyone reading Our Union:
Do yall actually want explicit content in it like sex and stuff or do you want it to just be implied? Tbh I really don't know if I care but some of it could be dark and I just wanted your opinions.
Please let me know which you prefer!
-Martina
“Our Union” Ch. 1: Friends
A/N:
The prequel to His Last Masterpiece
haha I disappeared for almost four years only to yeet this at you and run away
The first draft of the story is complete and this should be updated (hopefully) monthly, with the completion of the 2nd draft. Tags and additional warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter as we go on so please make sure to check these notes.
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Another beautiful day. The weather was always perfect. Sun shining, not too hot, not too cold. A gentle breeze and the smell of flowers in the air. Union was perfect. Your only complaint was maybe that the weather was always the same here, always “perfect.” You had never seen snow, and only occasionally seen rain. But you didn't mind too much. Not to mention things were nice here. You had wonderful friends, a nice job, a nice house. Life was great in Union. Because Union was great.
Here’s some older art of Rozi and Stef that I never posted
Fanart by blue_bird412 on twitter
You can read His Last Masterpiece on AO3 here
When your toddler wakes you up at 3am just wanting to be held, you might as well look over your photos while you’re up.
Please appreciate this fanart from @blue_bird412 on twitter
A sort of birthday present for Theodore I suppose. A short story from Stefano's POV during “His Last Masterpiece”. Please enjoy!
Stefano hummed quietly to himself as he shakily worked on developing his newest photos. With Y/N missing it was really all he could do to stop himself from panicking too much. Should he go get the girl that he was told to get a while ago? Probably. But that could wait just a tiny bit longer. He just needs to do something to calm his nerves to make him think more rationally; he couldn't lose his composure. He wouldn't be of any use to anyone like that.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he heard what sounded like something hard hitting the tile floor behind him. Hand grasping for his knife, he quickly turned to see Father Theodore standing a few feet away, watching him, with his hands resting on, the source of the sound, his dog-headed cane.
"Good evening, Father." Stefano gave him a slight nod, setting his knife back on the counter and turning back to his work. He removed the photo from the chemicals and began to hang it up, quietly cursing the shaking of his hands causing the fluid to drip everywhere.
"A good evening indeed, Stefano." Theodore responded. "I believe congratulations are in order."
Stefano almost dropped the photo, but finished hanging it and went on to the next.
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." He replied, anxiously avoiding eye contact with the man who was now walking over to him.
"Come now," Theodore placed a hand on Stefano's shoulder. "It's not every day a man learns he is going to be a father."
Stefano's lone eye met Theodore's two in a panic as he fumbled for a response. Was the priest angry? Was he going to hurt him? Was he going to hurt Y/N? Was he going to-?
"Oh that." He looked away, clearing his throat. "Thank you."
The other man gave an odd little chuckle and patted the artist's shoulder before walking off to look at the photos hung throughout the dark room. Stefano studied his movements carefully in an attempt to discern his motives.
"A shame I can't congratulate the mother-to-be." Theodore plucked a photo from the line and looked it over. "She seems like a nice girl. I'd hate to think of what those beasts in the streets would do to her."
He held the photo so Stefano could see. It was Y/N, and she looked horrified. At the time, he had just led her into a room with a few of his other models strung up for his next piece. Of course when doing this he would always leave an open spot so it seemed as if that's what would happen to her. He loved knowing that he could get her to react that way. Seeing the photo in this context however… he felt like he was going to be sick.
"I believe she is alright, for now." Theodore continued, looking back at the photo. "Though, that man she is with is nothing but trouble."
Stefano anxiously flexed his gloved hands. Y/N was with a man? Was it that man from before who hurt Guardian? Was it someone she found in Union?
"I can lead you to her." Theodore offered, making eye contact with Stefano. "And you can keep her safe, here, to have your child." Stefano knew what was coming. There was always a catch. "But you need to bring me the girl. Stop wasting time." Theodore leisurely walked back toward him, his cane clicking against the tile like a ticking clock.
"Every minute you wait here is another minute your precious muse could be suffering at the hands of a stranger. Is that what you want?" Stefano clenched his jaw and balled up his hands at his sides.
"We both know she can't look after herself. Especially not in her present condition." Theodore paused, shoulder to shoulder with him now, and leaned over murmur into the artist's ear. "Bring me the girl, Stefano." Theodore pressed the photo to his chest. "And you can protect your muse."
Stefano held the photo against himself as Theodore walked away, the click of his cane echoing on the tile floor for a few more steps before he phase shifted away.
The artist slowly dragged his gaze down to look at the portrait.
He noted the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
He would find her. He had to.
He took a deep breath, picked up his camera and his knife, and headed for Union.
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You can find “His Last Masterpiece” here on AO3!
What if I just... posted about my reader character on here... and announced her to the world as my oc... and yall could ask her and stef and seb questions and stuff?
- martina
Hello friends it is almost the anniversary of tew 2 so please have this sketch of stef and his daughter from ch. 20 of my fic His Last Masterpiece
Little update on how the prequel to his last masterpiece is going:
I wrote hlm as a naive, inexperienced 17 year old so now I’m trying to fix plot holes and things in the prequel(which i started writing IMMEDIATELY after i finished hlm) so there are a lot of things to fix in the first draft plus I have school and work and such and it has become increasingly difficult for me to sit and focus on something for longer than maybe an hour so basically
tldr: its coming but its gonna be a bit, my dudes
So I may or may not have made Stefano and Rozalia from His Last Masterpiece in Sims 4 and I was wondering if anyone wanted me to upload them or if I should just keep them to myself
Someone asked so here, have the cute family pictures that sims 4 makes when you go to upload a houshold
Obviously, Rozalia is a toddler here and she never got anywhere near that big in the fic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yes, this is what verbaciouspunster based her drawing on
(If I get enough requests I’ll get these pictures with different outfits and share them)
Drawing based off of @quietest-rebellion ‘s “His Greatest Masterpiece,” a fic based off of “The Evil Within 2.” Left is one of their OCs, baby Rozi, right is their main man from the game, Stefano Valentino
Neither belong to me, but I like em!