Vesuvian Antics

An Arcana blog. Who would have thought. Main is @verdinium

[aamonlicious]

first post on heree teehee decided it would be pretty neat to post on more platforms, since my username was unfortunately already taken I just went with aamonlicious 😌 ( go by akutao_ pretty much everywhere else! ) anyways yea gonna post both older and new artworks here, maybe some oc content too~ enjoy my recent Nadia from the Arcana artwork in the meantime 🌸

[fochflos]

wow nOt Lucio sketches!!

Also 2024

[b-evie]

i have a lovehate relationship with her hair

[aaliyah-draws]

I miss you doctor man 🫰🏼💕

[eclectic-anthropologist]

some courtier redesigns im kinda brewing..

i made these in like idk how long ago i think maybe july, but im thinking i start solidifyin them a little bit perhchance

[aaliyah-draws]

The Arcana Game

I drew this around September or October last year as a print to sell at a convention with a friend of mine I feel sad it didn’t post it here as well

[sassycyborgninja]

I don't usually post trad doodles as actual posts but I love him a little bit too much for my own sake. Also this doodle looks cool asf

[a-lyoshka]

[bakerozzo]

I promised you some suffering 😇💖 (I'm a terrible person but drawing Asra's crying face was so satisfying)

[greyhands]

I put all my remaining Arcana pins on my online shop (jammysketchbook.bigcartel.com)

They are also available as B-GRADE pins.

!! I won't ship any order before November, 5 !!

✨ Don't forget to use the code AUTUMN at the checkout to receive 10% discount on your order ✨ The discount code is expiring on November, 4.

Every share is deeply appreciated, thank you (´• ω •`) ♡

[hem1ock]

Visit Original Link

requested by a friend

[willowasrian]

I’ll be honest with you guys…. I lost my shit

[jjthebunbun]

A visual for your enjoyment.

[lady-devorak]

That’s what I pay the internet for! LOL 🤣

Listening to the sound looking at this image makes everything more real. I can’t contain the laughter

[vasiliquemort]

Serpentine philtre is something that I won't procure My golden stare I’ll never dare to raise at you My tan’s into scale Myself off to flame In the fall I'll go follow snakes

Behind the curtains I do hear Poloz’s dust like voice Half of his face is insatiate eyes of pure gold And he beckons me down “Come, love, underground And enjoy thirty three hug coils”

Hold me back home Bed of fine silken sheets lay me down on And caress me long To the well alone never let me go Never let me, never let me go to the well

[alexandrahudson09]

Happy Birthday Countess Nadia! 💜

[vasiliquemort]

Hellenic au

How delightful and pleasant is the feeling of completed work - but how unfamiliar it is to my anxiety, and how I yearn for it every one of all my attempts. Each series of drawings is a brother to each other, but in my eyes, like children, they are different in their tones, ideas, practices and abilities - and it is always difficult for me to compare them with each other.

But in the meantime, I completed my warmest, closest thought for this month! And Hellenic au was revealed - not fully, but close to my ardent and ragged thoughts and tones of my soul, changeable, like the characters of these drawings.

It all started with Asra - in them I saw the sacrament of sensuality, Eros - the chaos of darkness and night, an arrow of love in an exhausted, yearning heart. The reflection of the will of Hecate lives in them - in Asr I see the moon, the mystery of witchcraft, the lord of both magic and the underworld, and in the duality of their gentle hand they are the most beautiful of all.

Pavla is beautiful and crushingly tender, like a May thunderstorm, like a gentle summer rain - like Hebe, she is the embodiment of the purity and joys of youth, the cupbearer of the divine table - and like Euphrosyne, she is the embodiment of grace, sisterhood and beauty, the spark of Aphrodite, a sign of goodwill and the joys of life in the world.

Ilya struck me with the gloom and sensuality of his nature from the first day, all of him - like a kiss, like an open wound - and in him I see a vulnerable pain, and a nightmare, and the prevention of a cursed end - a nymph of the underworld Melinoya rises like a black mare at night. They are merciful, the gentle, sensitive hand of the guide of the underworld - and with Elia you are blind from love will step to hell, as if into a house of celebration and pleasure.

Lucio, full of morbidity and greedy predation, began to play with completely different colors - gorgeous and exhausted, like a misty sun, he dressed in scarlet clothes as Apollo, in him are both pleasure and adoration, and a holiday of every day. But there is still hidden dried blood in the mouths of hounds, and an endless, dishonest war - the statue of Ares was the embodiment then, and a man of heavy will holds a sword in a deceptively soft now, iron, like a vice, hand.

Nadia was powerful and gorgeous in each of her incarnations - in the guise of a Hera she stands above each of the heavens, and on the face of the goddess of a zealous and fierce are shadows of a heavy soul, and in her hand, rigid, ruling, a gilded blade, distorted by past battles, is expectantly clenched. It was a picture full of gravity and striking, and in this I see beauty amongst all women - like Boreas she rises like a heavy north wind, and like Ananka, Nadia is relentless.

Muriel avoided my hands for so long, and I turned to him with longing questioning - but a picture of light amid darkness and clarity appeared to me, and in it I saw a reflection of the most primary of my feelings, the very first and most familiar one. I had the idea to portray him as Dionysus - and in him I saw both nymphs, and naiads, and Pan, and Zephyr, but only after writing the Hermit Muriel was born in my hand - and who else but Hades, invisible, gloomy, eternal, compassionate in a gentle ruling hand, was given to become him?

[vasiliquemort]

A pattern painted with scales,

Will dispel storms in manifestation of terror and passion,

Soaring into the clouds in defiance of fate,

Immensely dangerous, insanely beautiful.

My days were long - I was drowning in my own inability and burdens, and none of the works that I touched could finally be born. Here Countess is the embodiment of power and passion, maturity and the severity of possession, in part this drawing was born because of someone else's expectation and thoughts (Nadia at an older age, with restless snakes of curls - with a heavy and deep character, dragon eyes and the imperiousness of a ruler). This old drawing was an attempt to establish power over my mind and my creations - so that from the creator I become their owner, and, perhaps, could move further, away, and share something else with you.

[vasiliquemort]

A velvet glove, an iron fist

[vasiliquemort]

The Hanged Man