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For anyone who has asked me about it before, it's finally possible to buy prints of my art :]
If there's anything else any of you would like to see there, let me know and I'll add it!
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Also I have a carrd! With all of my socials in one place :D
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avianhurst (Vampires SMP Original Universe) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pris Madison & Jaksa Characters: Pris Madison, Jaksa Additional Tags: Avianhurst, Act 1, Tarot Reading (Divination Cards), Tarot Imagery & Symbolism (Divination Cards), Mentions of Death, Pris just wants one W that’s it THAT’S IT Summary:
Pris succeeds at a ghost communication ritual, for once. It doesn’t go over well.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avianhurst (Vampires SMP Original Universe) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kinga Szczupak/Leszek Characters: Kinga Szczupak, Leszek Additional Tags: Fluff, First Meeting, wetwolf, they wet on my wolf til i, leszek gets a friend for the first time in forever and is very confused, kinga doesnt mind it tho Summary:
In the strange town, a strange friendship is formed. Still, a beautiful one.
Today for our weekly silly Saturday we goooootttttt... Those divas serving!! Omg!! They just turned 19 in Poland!!
Leszpunka getting pampered once again
Rumors of Pris' previous ghost communication work spread around as she grew more confident that no one was going to burn her at a stake over it. After all, there were more odd people around. Leszek was one of them. Maybe it was no surprise he'd want to contact a dead family member. He almost looked dead himself, which always made the Madison girl uneasy, but by that point it was clear he meant people no harm. And so she agreed to set up a ritual together. But something wasn't quite right. Even after instructing the man on how to steer his thoughts, after shuffling the cards and having Leszek's brother's name in her thoughts, still, there was silence. She felt a profound emptiness where there should be a person. Like reaching out to the stars, hoping to pull one down to Earth. "Are you sure you know who you're talking about?" "Are you sure this person is gone?" Both questions were answered with kurt nods. And as Pris looked at the creature before her, she remembered old myths and superstitions related to communicating with spirits using cartomancy that she'd heard. How can someone even attempt to communicate with the dead when they themselves are... "Um, Leszek, dont take this the wrong way, but... are you even human? Are you alive?"
Oh well your smell is forever sort of near the tip-top of my spine I'll be not forever yours if you be not forever mine When we hold hands under starlight tomorrows the last thing on my mind
*gifts Leszek a bucket of fishes and a bar of soap*
The gift is truly appreciated!! Kinga especially will be thankful for quite a while now
(First picture for context since it hadn't officially been mentioned here before now)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avianhurst (Vampires SMP Original Universe) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Leszek & Kinga Szczupak Characters: Leszek, Kinga Szczupak Additional Tags: Act I, Hallucinations, Kinia is not doing well, But Leszek’s here to make the day better, Mentions of Blood, Fishing, Hair Brushing, Dissociation Summary:
Kinga took a hairbrush out of her bag and showed it to him.
“The bristles are far apart, it won’t pull your hair.”
He still looked worried.
“I don’t want to break your hairbrush…”
“It’s not mine. It’s a hairbrush for dogs.”
I love Leszek
Awhh omgg I'm glad you do!! He's my precious boy and speaking of, there's something I drew yesterday as a reference for his body markings! I think it's a perfect opportunity to share it with other people :D
(he does not own a fishing rod canonically but shh)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avianhurst (Vampires SMP Original Universe) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tulip Mirabelle & Leszek Characters: Tulip Mirabelle, Leszek Additional Tags: Wholesome until it’s not, Leszek is a sweetheart Summary:
It’s fish delivery day, and Leszek has an important stop on the way. Perhaps more important than he would ever realise.
Zoy the queen bee slutting it up in a beautiful dress
Although Leszek seemed like an aloof man, it did not stop Kinia from trying to approach him time and time again. Unlike some of the other temporary citizens of Avianhurst, she had never been scared of him, even going so far as to ensure that he's being treated with respect by others despite his unusual appearance.
Soon, his previously lonely trips to the lake became an opportunity to spend time together. He enjoyed listening to her talk, while she found comfort in his gentle demeanor. Despite the barrier preventing their boat from venturing too far, neither of them felt truly imprisoned during those outings.
Autumn falls, leaves turn red – and so do the flowers in Tulip's garden. It's been a few weeks, but the girl is still a recluse, shyly peeking at the townsfolk from the shadows of her fruit trees. Too young to find a peer and too quiet for comfort – this has been her reality even before those strangers joined her in Avianhurst. She can't blame them. It's not easy to communicate with someone who can't speak. Some of them would love to question, though – weren't those flowers white? And why is the crimson spreading from strangely shaped spots?
Fish fear me, women are warily fond of me
