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@madler079
I’ve drawn jjk characters in mspaint for donations.
That’s all 4 pics so far 🙌🏻
Merry Christmas 🎄⭐️
This funny Christmas tree illustration was inspired by an ASMR video from the channel @carmasmr. Apart from YouTube, I haven’t been able to find any of their other social media.
Wishing you all a cozy evening with your loved ones! And if you’re spending it alone, may you celebrate in peace, with calmness and harmony in your heart.
I think of making a postcard of this
Praying car
You would have simply ceased to exist.
But now you are alive.
— You lie here. You are Celus.
— Trembling hands embrace you, because you are Celus.
— A first-year seminarian, the only one with a black star on your forehead, you stand at the solemn ceremony, swearing loyalty to pain — stern and unyielding. You are Celus.
— For the first time, you cut into living flesh — the cold of the blade in your palm, the smell of metal mixing with the bitterness of fear and responsibility. You are Celus.
— You stand at the secret gatherings of heretics; their voices whisper of the truth the priests hide, of the faith that shatters chains. You are Celus.
— Dahhar’s hands — faithful and quiet — install your first implant: an impulse stabilizer, the throbbing metal under your skin. You are Celus.
— Agnetius’s lips brush against your cheekbone, tenderness in the midst of severity, light in the shadow of your world. You are Celus.
— Stealthily, you inscribe the words of a forbidden prayer in the library — letters that burn and pulse like living fire in your fingers. You are Celus.
— A song in an unknown tongue trembles in your bones — it frightens you, and it calls to you, and you want at once to flee and to stay, to listen and to forget. You are Celus.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/67529541/chapters/174524776
Illustration for the final scene of the Ferratus arc — the moment where mercy and ruin meet, and the truth is delivered in words but never in touch
Ordo Doloris is my original dystopian story with elements of biohorror and religious themes. It's available for reading on ao3 now!
At the center is a silent vessel of a pain-worshipping cult, stepping into the outside world for the first time after the temple collapses.
Themes: control, corporeality, post-apocalyptic isolation, fractured faith.
This post includes illustrations from the first chapter.
📖 AO3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
ArtFight stuff #6 Milorad for @madler079
My baby my sweet boy Thank you thank you thank you! 😍
Celus my baby 🫶
*Klobuk — a traditional Eastern Orthodox monastic headpiece: a tall hat (skufia) covered by a long black veil that drapes over the shoulders, symbolizing humility and separation from the world.
**In Ordo Doloris, the surgical klobuk is a ceremonial headgear worn by cult surgeons. It often features veils, relic frames, or icon-like elements. Though sacred, it's bulky and impractical — Celus, for one, hates wearing it during procedures.
My fiction is so ready for an update this weekend.
Bookmark it so you don’t miss the next chapter — I promise it’s not just another yaoi thing, but something darker: ritualistic violence, a touch of cannibalism, and copious amounts of surgical intervention.
Coming soon.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/67529541/chapters/174524776
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Anyone willig to attack a newbie?? im all open here!
im so excited and confused who do i beat first? how to choose??
(trying to get out of my comfort zone and forcing myself to draw fanart 😬 am i doing it right??)
My baby my boy 🤲
not actually my fav cookie (maybe my opi will change when I finally own him idk) but he's soooo fun to draw i enjoyed it 👅
Sutura Sancta. Exordium Doloris
«In the beginning was the incision.
And the Lord beheld it — and saw that it was good.»
Welcome to the world of Ordo Doloris — a sacred order where pain is divine, flesh is scripture, and obedience is salvation.
This is not a story about rebellion.
It’s a story about devotion taken too far — and the quiet, terrible cost of being made into a symbol.
At the center is Ferratus: a silent vessel of worship, shaped by ritual, scarred by obedience, and revered like a relic. He does not speak. He does not question. He simply endures.
Until something breaks.
What begins as a tale of sacred surgery and immaculate suffering becomes a journey toward lost humanity — through memory, forbidden love, and the crumbling remains of a faith that demanded everything.
This is a story for those who like their dystopias ritualistic, their gods cruel, and their messiahs achingly human.
🙏
«Cut me a mind, O Father, in place of a stomach,
that I may feed on the Word, not on the corpse of this world.»
The first chapters are craving for the Reader's attention. Be careful tho.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/67529541/chapters/174524776
Sutura Sancta. Exordium Doloris
«In the beginning was the incision.
And the Lord beheld it — and saw that it was good.»
Welcome to the world of Ordo Doloris — a sacred order where pain is divine, flesh is scripture, and obedience is salvation.
This is not a story about rebellion.
It’s a story about devotion taken too far — and the quiet, terrible cost of being made into a symbol.
At the center is Ferratus: a silent vessel of worship, shaped by ritual, scarred by obedience, and revered like a relic. He does not speak. He does not question. He simply endures.
Until something breaks.
What begins as a tale of sacred surgery and immaculate suffering becomes a journey toward lost humanity — through memory, forbidden love, and the crumbling remains of a faith that demanded everything.
This is a story for those who like their dystopias ritualistic, their gods cruel, and their messiahs achingly human.
🙏
«Cut me a mind, O Father, in place of a stomach,
that I may feed on the Word, not on the corpse of this world.»