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This gay Scottish man is probably the reason I found out I was queer in like 2022/pos
Was thinking about Shelby, both her sire and fledgling dead, and the sort of supernatural grief that comes with that as a vampire. The tragedy of these three makes me crazy, and especially how it all falls onto Shelby in the end. The idea that she alone has to bear grief for them both whilst also being angry at Pyro, his blood on her hands, and knowing how close she was was to dealing with Avid herself. The amount of conflicting thoughts and feelings in her, aough.
In my mind this piece was called "Missing Links", the idea that in this siring line Shelby was what bridged Avid and Pyro, and with both of them gone she links no one despite knowing she is meant to. Similarly, with Pyro gone she has lost her link to Scott in the siring line. I know this has no affect on anything but also I feel like in a supernatural sense it would hurt, to feel disconnected from your coven like she has been.
Edit putting my process under the cut for under the cut for fun <3
I completely forgot to ever post this ... the trend is ancient by now but it's ok. don't throw tomatoes at me.
speaking of zine pieces i forgot to upload, my piece for the bigb zine! also an overdue upload from me but not nearly as much as the fh zine lol. hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun with the composition!
Outfit swap!
I realised halfway through that I was using life series Pearl’s outfit since that was the reference I had but ah well.
The outfits are unfortunately very similar but it’s not like I can change it now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i miss the coven so bad
I yearn for a cniki where art she… I never know how to draw her
basically make her tired and miserable and scarred and it should work out
you've been walking / you've been hiding
also assumed I would have uploaded this before but cant find it so potential reupload but! my piece for @flowerhusbandszine though my upload of it is EXTREMLY overdue! With a sort of modern imagining of their meet cute lol :)
Obsessed with the theme of her base
More Gem doodles!
I couldn’t keep myself from trying to draw different emotions.
The snail bit is quickly becoming one of my favourite things!
Ah, a holiday classic
All this is making me think about Legs as Louis' reincarnation again, incidentally.
Specifically, it's making me think about a version of Louis whose past Doc's echoes: a man who was no saint in his youth, who was even a scourge by any metric. A man whose sins, like Doc's, numbered in the thousands of lives taken.
Who had then had a long and painful series of revelations. Who despite the circumstances that had made him into a monster had stopped, and had chosen to become a better man. Who had succeeded to the point that Owen thought him a saint.
Louis, convinced he was headed for hell. Who when asked why could only say he was a vampire, and even thought it true: his actions in the past had been how he'd been raised, and encouraged by the society he'd found himself in. He is going to hell because he is a vampire. Because vampires hurt people, and that immutable fact had been carved into him from childhood, and it had taken him far too long to figure out how to make it not so.
He was going to hell because he was a vampire. And it is not that all vampires must hurt others. It is that vampire society is built on suffering, and any vampire inducted into it will be pushed in that direction every year and decade of their long, long life.
Louis, whose single most fervent wish was that he'd realized sooner that he did not need his sins, his violence and cruelties. That some lives might have been spared.
Louis, who was reborn as Legundo, who realized enough to stop before he was even three decades old.
Who is still haunted by what he's done.
Louis, and Legundo, as a soul trapped in a cycle of horrific violence and recompense. Legundo, who on coming to Oakhurst begins to remember his old life as Louis. Who wakes in the crimson night with cheeks damp from tears, dreams full of torments he feels the weight of but which he does not remember causing.
At first.
Legundo, who slots together too neatly with Louis to stay separate long. The blend of clawing desperation to do good layered over a sea of guilt as deep as their sins is too familiar. They touch and there is no air left between them at all, like plates of wetted glass.
In the end, what does it matter when he killed those humans? He killed them twenty-five years ago, and he killed them four hundred years ago, and he killed them four hundred and sixty-two years ago, and on, and on, and on.
They are all dead at his hands. No matter how he tries to make things right.
(Two hundred years ago is his fault, his fault for all he doesn't remember it beyond the crackling of flame and his skin and agony. Poor, dear, sweet Owen.)
And Owen, who still holds Louis as a saint: an untouchable object of worship. An avatar of all the good this world cannot hold.
Who does not know, who never knew about Louis' past, for Louis could not bear to tell him.
Owen, who sees Louis in Legundo and does not know how right he is. Who sees the saint in Legundo and does not know how wrong.
Legundo, who for the first time in years finds himself suddenly hesitant to admit that he is a terrible man. He does not wish to tarnish his image in Owen's eyes. He wants to give Owen this one mercy still within his ability to give.
(He does not want Owen to look at him and see him for the rotten thing he truly is.)
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Owen, who learns the truth, anyway.
# yesss # i was thinking of commenting something to the effect of 'the doc upon regaining some memories realizes his kill count is 2x what he thought # when i saw the first post # delighted to see that's exactly the theme you've gone with # i love this # interesting thought # if owen manages to catch small snippets of louis' memories when drinking legs' blood # nothing significant # just little blips that just # tell owen something's a little off
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Ooooh, that's very fun! Owen telling some people that he doesn't think the Doc is who he claims to be, because the memories don't line up. He's a pretender!
He knew only Louis could be so good, so kind.
Now he just needs to show everyone else the truth.
# the complete and utter crashout when he gets more of Legs' memories and sees himself in them # and realizes this is *Louis*
@jackdaw-sprite EXACTLY! Even better if he realizes that this is Louis after he has turned him - he just mutilated and butchered the man he swore to spend his entire life avenging
I'm imagining him getting partway through the post-turning rant when the first obviously Louis memories hit, and he just goes dead silent for a bit.
And then he asks in a very small voice, "Louis?"
# that 'he wouldn't want this' sign taking on extra gravity for Owen # entirely in retrospect # his actions are obviously so repugnant to the man he's dedicated his existence to # that he didn't even think Owen deserved to know he'd returned
@jackdaw-sprite I didn't even make that connection - he'd absolutely assume Legs was keeping it from him. All of this was a test, and Owen just proved he's failed it completely.
# meanwhile legs is dealing with the world's worst tbi and starting to recall memories that aren't his # which he is attributing to said world's worst tbi # and he's pissed # and now owen is having to deal with what he just did # and now legs is angry with him # louis is yelling at him
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Wait consider: he's been remembering flashes of Louis' life before this, plenty to know he was Louis but not enough to feel like he can tell Owen that (he would be a sorry replacement and Owen would see right through it)
And then Owen turns him, and some echo of Louis' blood finds its way into Legs' veins, and the complete picture of his former life knits itself together in his head even as Owen is still ranting at him. And what a terrible, awful thing it was. (A mere two hundred years of penance cannot measure up...)
It is Owen's "Louis?" that pulls him from the terrible well of his memories and into an entirely different kind of hell.
(Meanwhile, live Cleo reaction: 🧍)
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Found out he’s built like kristoff from frozen,
I live gently giants there aren’t a lot of them out there
i feel like i uploaded this before but i cant find the post in my art tag so uhhh have it again i miss wcsmp anyways not enough people think about Milo
this is largely based off my headcanon backstory for Milo and Scott and how they met and fell in love. I should really write that fic one day sigh i think about them often