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@omgsnippets
VAN EYCK
I lost it at the end.
Okay, I had to check out the Van Eyck thing. I was a bit in denial because, come on, every single person can’t look like President Putin!
There are no words to describe how wrong I was.
Reblogging this for my art history class this semester
buwhahaha
The art historian in me had to reblog this.
That sounds about right…
Graphite commission I did for my buddy Lich. The armor babe is Maewen and the dude with the wings is Taemat. :)
Absolutely gorgeous! I love it! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!
Sonice Spray bottle
The Facilities Manager
"Don’t worry! I’m ready whenever!"
Sonic remote control The Database Analyst "I finished my water"
Sonic water bottle The Professor "let me know when you go to lunch"
Sonic Lighter
The Chemist
"That suuuuucks."
Sonic e-reader(?)
The accountant.
"Hell."
Sonic foot
The Maintenance
"XD"
Sonic Blanket
The Teacher
"-hugs-"
Sonic keyboard
The Pilot
"That’s p cool"
Sonic Cat
The Lieutenant (or The Sheriff's Officer, The Cop? Whatever you want to call it)
"I'm just nosy."
"We hate to show up out of the blue uninvited but here we are taking over your post" - a true story by the SPN Fandom xoxo
If there’s one thing the fandom is good at, it’s preparedness.
Quicky headshot of Sayyid and a presketch of my commission for Lich.
Commission is her character Maewen and my character Taemat. :> They sure are cute! It’ll look much better when I clean it up. XD
<3<3<3<3<3xinfinityxinfinity
this is the best thing ever
I love these people.
Angel-zapping into a moving vehicle is a fancy move, sure, but sometimes I wonder
what if he misses
oh my fucking god
SCREECHES
always reblog
ICAN'TSTOPWATCHING!
Good Morning
Sunlight streamed through the open windows and birds happily sang their merry tunes. It was a signal to get up and get to work, but she did not want to wake. Therefore, she stayed put with her eyes closed, the longer she pretended to sleep, the longer they would have together. Death was a busy man, and Maewen had her own schedule to keep. Finding time to just relax and be together was hard. She would never be one of those women who had to be with their man all the time, the type of woman who had to know their husbands every move. Maewen did not want to be one of those women either; she had her own problems to deal with. Still, stolen moments like these, when it was just the two of them, made all of their work worth it. They were not people who got the chance to relax often.
They both knew that time was ending, but they wanted to preserve it as long as possible. She could feel his fingers running toying with a strand of her waist length hair. It was wavy from the braid she normally kept it in, and tangled from the events of the previous night, and the few hours of sleep she managed, but it might have been made of glass for how gentle his touch was. A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips, and she finally opened her eyes to face reality, and what a reality it was. He had been watching her sleep, and she offered him a small smile before snuggling closer.
When she was a child, she had put Taemat on a pedestal. He had not necessarily been her hero, that distinction was for her father, but he had been so powerful, so beautiful, that she knew she would gladly become his servant. So she had trained extra hard with her father, but Taemat refused her. He had rejected her service because she was Ikali’s daughter and he did not want to anger him. Eventually she wormed her way into his employ, and set out to be his most trusted servant. She was not sure, when her lines of devotion had crossed into love, perhaps she had always been in love with him, but he was out of her reach. The thought that he could have loved her back then would have made her laugh. Therefore, she had buried her feelings and married a good man. In the end, she regretted that decision, she had never been able to give Os her heart, but she practically ripped his from his chest when she left.
She was happy now though. Sometimes she thought that perhaps Taemat was only with her to humor her, and perhaps at first that was exactly what he had been doing. It was hard to believe that was still the case, as he ran his fingers along her hair, bringing it up to his lips. She titled her head slightly and placed a kiss to his chest, before resting her head on the spot and closing her eyes. Her world was always so peaceful with him around. She did not feel like she was on the edge of the insanity cliff. When everything was chaos, he was her rock. And she, she was his taste of life. In his world of gloom and death, she was so very, very alive. They savored each other’s presence.
“We will eventually have to leave this bed.” She said reluctantly, there was no more pretending they were asleep.
“In a little while.” He replied putting his fingers under her chin and lifting it so he could press his lips against hers.
Perhaps waking up was not so awful. There was always the good morning kiss to look forward to.
[I decided my writing has been kinda depressing lately, so here's Maewen and Taemat being cute to brighten your day!]
Necromancy Bells
dear fucking god wow
Why wasn't this in my life before now?!
Invaded
They had been invaded.
His quiet, just this side of shady, pub had been invaded.
Invaded by bachelorettes.
He came to The Red Dragon for the sole purpose that no woman in their right mind would let their shadow grace the doorway, let alone actually /enter/ the place. It was his safe house, his place to unwind after a day at a work. Now women wearing scraps for clothing and giggling had overrun it. They had obviously already been drinking; he supposed it was some sort of pub crawl, it was mildly amusing watching them teeter around on what he liked to refer to as stripper heels. However the giggling was grating on his last nerve. Laughing, chuckling, cackling, hell even snickering was better than giggles. He would rather sit and listen to a recording of nails running down a chalkboard for hours than listen to all of the giggling.
None of the other regulars seemed to mind much. Their eyes were trailing after the women as if they were a piece of meat. He suspected that none of the others had been raised by a gaggle of old women though, women who he would always be a disappointment to. He signaled the bartender for another drink and frowned when he realized that the women too had ensnared him. This night could not get any worse. He rubbed his temple, flinching as a new round of giggles filled the air. He was not drunk enough for this.
He stood from his stool and headed towards the door. No one really noticed. Why would they? He was the most handsome man in the room, but he could not hold a candle to dancing nearly naked women. He heaved an exasperated sigh and raked his fingers through his slicked back blonde hair, mussing it only slightly. Some people might call him a sexist, but why should he care about women when they never cared much about him?
When he had been born male to a woman, who was well past her prime, the witches knew they had two options. They could break their code and teach him all of their secrets, or they could abandon him on the church doorsteps. Sometimes he wished they had chosen the latter. He was an outcast in his own family. They had no respect for him, no matter how hard he worked to prove he was just as good as they were. So when the last member of the coven finally passed, he had left Wales and come to New York. He had a fresh start, one that had nothing to do with moonlight rituals or torturing poor creatures for spells. He had gone to school for financing and was now a leading investment banker for a plethora of well-known companies. And he was bored out of his mind.
It was ridiculous that he missed a life that caused him so much pain. It was why he spent every night drinking his way to the bottom of a whiskey bottle. Perhaps the Coven should just die with his aunts. No one really needed his skills in New York, at least not his occult ones. No one really needed him for that matter. It would not matter if he drank himself right into the grave. He let his cognac colored eyes drift closed and paused right in the middle of the sidewalk. He had always been unwanted, a disappointment, he could not help but wonder sometimes what it would feel like to mean something to someone. To have someone care for him. Try as he might, he could not even imagine it.
He wrinkled his nose and kept walking. Damn the bachelorettes for ruining his night.
[New charrie, Rhys. He's the last member of an ancient sisterhood of witches. And he's a guy. Poor man didn't have the best childhood. -pets him- Anyways! Enjoy!]
Guilt
I am the worst kind of person, the kind who only thinks of herself above all others. I ruined a man, a good man, a man who would have given up his life for me. I stomped on his heart because I gave my everything to another when I was six years old. In a way, he had to know all along that although I married him, slept with him, I never really belonged to him. It is no excuse though.
Having him near me know, knowing the child in my womb is not his makes me sick, sicker even than the pregnancy. He lies with me, soothing me, but I can only think of someone else. Someone I cannot be with. My stomach lurches again, but there is nothing left to empty into the bucket, and his hand rubbing my back only makes me sicker. I do not deserve his sympathy, his care, his love. He was always a better person than me. I never deserved his love.
“Leave me.”
Even now, with all of my regret, I walk all over him. I cannot even muster a please, but I cannot bear to be near him now. Not with the guilt weighing down on me. This child will likely kill me. It is what I deserve. If I die perhaps, I can stop hurting him. I watch him slink from the room before rolling over and covering my face with my hands. What kind of person was I? I sent one man away who worried and cared but I still longed for another. One out of my reach. He would give me a child but he was not a man you could hold on to. I pulled my hands from my face and stared blankly at the tears covering them. When was the last time I had ever cried? Not even as a child. Perhaps this pregnancy would be the death of me.
I heard the door of my room creak open and I just shut my eyes tighter. I couldn't face him again. Could not handle the guilt weighing down on what was left of my black heart. But the hands running through my hair nowhere not his. There was only one man left who I knew would never abandon me despite my sins. I sat up and threw my arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder like I was still a child. He didn't have to say a word, just sit there and I felt lighter. He would always be on my side, I was his little girl after all.
[New Snippet, old story. :) For Quezy! ]
Salvation
My head is swimming. I can hear everyone’s darkest desire, their every wish, every dark secret they want hidden. There is no peace; not in a room full of gangsters. I am well aware that tapping my pen against the large desk in front of me is getting on everyone’s nerves, but if I have to listen to constant noise, so can they.
A headache now, I would like nothing more than to flee from the room and go to my salvation but it is not possible at the moment. These fools, these /humans/ believe they can intimidate me, but they are nothing. They will be dust long before I take my last breath. They have no idea who they are dealing with. I could consume their very souls without even batting an eyelash, but he would disapprove. He would be disappointed in me and how can I disappoint my only salvation? My only peace in this excruciatingly long life?
The hard way then, it is difficult to sift through all of the thoughts around me and focus on one that will help. It makes my head throb, it is not so difficult to realize why I am among the last of my kind. Humans are disgusting creatures.
“Does your wife know you have a boyfriend your son’s age?”
That is all it takes to shut them up. They are no longer trying to intimidate me. In fact, their leader has gone a lovely shade of red. There will be mutiny, his faithful followers who up to a second ago were so willing to slit my throat at one word from him now look like they’d rather slit his. How easily the tides turn in the human world.
As if Jun has sensed that our guests were leaving, he opens the door to my office and the gangsters file out to deal with their own problems. My head is less chaotic now; Jun’s desires are easy to bear. He longs for his mountain, his forest, but above all, he is faithful to me. He keeps the door open and inclines his head slightly. He knows me so well.
I do not even take the time to gather my things before I am out the door. The elevator seems to take forever but that is the downside of having a penthouse office in a building with 45 floors. Stepping out onto the streets is like a sudden punch to the face and I have to stand a moment to catch my bearings. It is like a million people all in my head at once and it feels like it will explode. Those few moments are all it takes for my car to pull up. I dive for it, barely noticing the driver, just ordering to be taken to my salvation. Then again, it is extremely hard to notice Julian, it is why I hired him.
The ride is too long. Julian is an overly cautious driver. He tries very hard not to be distracted by all of the chrome and lights and compensates by driving slower than an eighty-year-old grandmother drives. Then again, this could be Julian’s first time actually driving. Jun would normally, but if I cut out on work, someone has to stay and take care of business.
Finally. We are there. I do not wait for Jules, I get out of the car and head up to his apartment. I do not even knock just fling the door wide open and leave it that way as I go in search of him. He must be here. I cannot take it anymore. I am well aware that I look like some type of wild animal on the hunt, or perhaps a crazy person but I do not care. Finally I find him, wrap my arms around him tightly and there is peace. Finally there is silence.
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This is Iggy, he is too complicated to really explain. He's a kind of supernatural mob boss who enjoys toppling governments in his spare time?
Butterflies
Up or down? Up or down?
She had been standing in front of the mirror for the past ten minutes pulling her thick red hair up, then just as quickly releasing it. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like a raging hurricane. Her tiny studio apartment looked as if a hurricane had gone through it as well. Clothes lay scattered around, there was even a shirt hanging from the ceiling fan that was slowly spinning overhead. He would be there soon, and she still had no idea what to wear.
Many of the others could not bother to give him a second look. Too scrawny, how could he provide for them? They preferred the big hulking men with more muscles than brains. But to her? He was her hero. He could do no wrong and all he asked for in return was a date. That thought alone turned her cheeks the color of her hair. Still, he could not take her on a date if she did not get ready. It would be so much easier if she had a girl friend to come over and help her prepare, maybe she should have called Jackie over to help. He had more fashion sense in his little finger than she had in her entire body. It was too late for that now though. She had thirty minutes to throw together the perfect outfit.
Digging through the piles of clothes again, she just frowned, picking up white button down blouse after white button down blouse. She was a social worker after all, her clothes were practical not pretty. She paused for a moment and then remembered. It was probably a little out of fashion, her mother had worn it the day she’d met her father ages ago, but it was better than going naked. She tripped over the lose clothes on the floor as she made her way to the trunk at the end of her twin sized bed. She dug around only a minute before finding what she sought. Standing up she shook out the short sleeved, blue tartan dress. At least there was no mistaking her heritage, as if the flaming red hair and ridiculous accent were not enough.
The sleeves were a bit too poofy, and there was a chance she looked like a twelve-year-old schoolgirl, but at least some of the butterflies had calmed themselves. She was truly going to go on a date with him. Out of everyone, he had chosen her. That thought brought the hurricane back full tilt, so when the intercom rang she had to take a deep breath. She hugged her stomach briefly before walking over to the buzzer.
“I’ll be right down.”
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This is my character Maira getting ready for her first date. It was written for my friend Quezycoatl! She got me started on doing these little exercises. We'll see how long I keep it up! Also this was first published on my other blog...before I realized you can create sub-blogs. Oops.
