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Crowley fanart (Good Omens) || not sure if this applies but mild/artistic nudity warning
one of my all time favourite albums is Fleetwood Mac’s “Then Play On”, and I couldn’t help but noticing the similarities between the character on the cover art and Anthony Janthony Crowley (THEY EVEN HAVE THE SAME YELLOW EYES!!!) so I had to get to work.
”HIGABANA” part two
Human servants materialised in the arena, sporting heavy chains around their necks, and unfastened the security measures blocking off the access from two massive iron doors.
“Turns out humans are useful for some things. Only creatures whose skin doesn’t burn clean off when they touch the metal.” Commented Lucian to his fiancée, offering her a glass of crimson champagne from the table behind them. She didn’t even acknowledge his words.
The glass turned between her tainted fingers, being brought to her fleshy lips only for it’s smell, as her enthralling gaze was coldly fixed on the now open doors, breathless for the anticipation.
Not long after, strangely heavy steps could be heard, along with growing huffs, sheltered by the penumbra.
Two enormous creatures emerged from the shadows, huffing like kettles left to boil for too long, dragging their furry limbs across the dusty ground, a certain ominous presence marked by their strong limbs moving beneath the hairy coats.
Werewolves, and of a decent size.
Once their gaze crossed, a flash sharpened them, pupil getting smaller, huffs turning into low guttural growls. The vampires leaned forward into their seats. The glass stopped turning in between her fingers.
Hinds legs pushed against the ground, significantly longer front limbs spread forward to gain momentum. Growls grew louder and snarls began showing teeth.
As if given the signal from some unknown force, both creatures lunged at each other at the same time, their snarls booming in the arena.
Dust clouded up beneath their bodies, as they tumbled, growled, clawed at each other, flashed their teeth.
“Hmph, animals. Truly animals, no better than common wolves.” Commented Lucian, while she finally took a sip of her champagne.
“Their senses are heightened, beloved. They are born with a natural lust for violence… common wolves only hunt for survival. With them, violence is survival. Fabian here simply puts that to good use.” Her voice a powerful whisper, turning a devilish smile on her fiancé’s face. Two pristine and polished sharp fangs were uncovered.
“Since when do you care so much to know their inner workings, betrothed?” He queried, leaning over to kiss her right hand. She didn’t reply, only went back to smelling her drink.
The two beasts were still tumbling, while sharp sinking teeth made whines echo in the arena. The bigger and lighter one had just bit the furry neck of the other dark one, who snarled in pain, and immediately clawed back in defence. They both tumbled once more to the ground, where the darker wolf got a significant advantage by attacking the exposed belly of the other one. From far away, the puffs of dust made the two coats turn the same shade of brown, making it difficult to differentiate between fighters.
“Am I in the position of betting with you, Fabian?” Asked Lucian, turning around to face the host sitting at his left.
“Why naturally, I never shy away from a bet brought on by my guest of honour.” The two began pointing at their chosen fighters, and agreeing on sums and steaks they were willing to pay the other.
She didn’t care much about bets, simply remained seated and watched on.
It seemed however like the darker and feistier wolf was prevailing: it had stabilised its hind legs and pounced, jaw wide open, on top of its opponent, aiming for death. The other’s skull creaked and popped in between the attacker’s teeth, whining in pain.
“Well, it seems you owe me, mon amie.” Chuckled Du RochePâle, while Lucian smiled politely at the defeat. As the first snapped his fingers, urging his servants to break apart the two fighters and muzzle them, so that they could be treated, Lucian approached his fiancee, wrapping his hand around her waist once more.
“I find it truly bizzarre that you enjoy such unladylike spectacles, betrothed. If it wasn’t for your urgent request, it would have never crossed my mind to bring you to such a place.”
Her eyes were on the creatures being dragged away back into the darkness beyond the iron gates, massive blood trails being felt behind in the dust.
“…There are many things you still do not know about me, Lucian.” Her words were followed by a delicate sip of champagne.
While the arena was being cleaned, the vampires turned their attention to appetisers offered by the house: crimson cocktails ornate with olives, spiders and tiny moths were among the fan favourites, along with savoury wafers stuffed with what the Host assured was freshly minced human liver. He furthermore assured there was no risk of contamination or unpleasant taste, as all animals are always thoroughly controlled for cancerous diseases and stirred far from addictions.
Lucian brought over two crimson martini, and sat in his leather chair.
“For my fiancee. Spider flavoured, just how she likes it.”
“You’re too kind.” Except her words did not match face as she spoke.
NEW PROJECT!! going back to that comicbook aesthetic, bear with me as I try to improve
“HIGABANA” - written / drawn story
PRELUDE:
“If you find yourself amongst the lucky ones to experience an event such as this, make sure you are prepared. Your face will have to stay concealed throughout the night -depending on the hosts, either you will be reminded in avance to bring a mask with you, or some will be provided with your accommodation. In case of a purchase, cash is preferred. During your stay make sure you cherish every single moment. For who knows? Maybe the next occasion won’t appear until the next century, so do stick around.
Oh you really ought to see it: every occasion adds at least a dozen million to the opulence in the decor, in the entertainment, in the family inheritance… oh it is simply marvellous!
Now, during your evening, if you happen to have been approached by a servant of the house -fret not, they know better than to bite!- and have been handed a envelope, please proceed to the gardens: once the clock strikes three, we ask that you read the instructions inside the envelope. Discard of the paper once the message is clear. The Hosts of the House will join you in a moment! Feel free to converse with your fellows, however it is customary to request that all personal information and detail that may lead up to your identity remain concealed: the Hosts decline any responsibility for identity theft, murder attempts, and would appreciate cooperation. Take this moment as an opportunity to focus in the fresh air, for rest assured that you have never have the delight to experience what’s to come- that is if you haven’t made use of our services before!
As you follow the Hosts of the House, we wish you a splendid evening, and hope our services may satisfy each and every vampiric need!”
.
PART ONE:
2:35 am - House of the Du RochePâle
It was one of those nights, those quiet nights where the fog’s growing steps are the only sound to break the fabric of silence. A time loop, the surface of a full glass waiting to be broken by that last, anticipated drop.
It was indeed a festive night. A night reserved for so few, it felt more like a coven gathering. It is ofter that those types of events come out the most memorable, no? The evening gardens were blossoming with Jasmine and Moonflower their perfume slithering beneath the stone cold masks hovering around from one lazy conversation to another.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! It seems we are right on cue!” Announced Monsieur Du RochePâle, with open arms as if holding the very night sky. “I am delighted to host us tonight, especially for such an important event.” His hands seemed to open wider. “A faithful engagement between two noble pure-blooded houses! Naturally, their identities shall remain undisclosed, however I cannot phrase my utter respect for them, and their generous donation towards House RochePâle this evening!” A crowd of snapping fingers chirped in agreement.
“Now, if you’d all be so kind as to follow me and truly begin our evening.”
And they were, very kind.
It is customary for the event to stay as secret as possible, therefore even the way to access the “arena” is unknown, even to the guests. A blindfold pair with utter respect for customs suffices every time.
But once the formalities are left behind, one by one the guests adjust to the new setting of the “arena”. A wide oval room, which does not fail to respect the vampiric hierarchy, where only the purest of Houses get the best views. Tainted glass shelters every House’s identity, and once everybody is accustomed, masks can fall.
“Now, now, betrothed, you know very well how important this ‘façade’ is. It protects us, beloved, safely allows us to guarantee our presence.”
“And what a presence it is.” Monsieur Du RochePâle was now more collected, more presentable to guests of such high regard. “Lucian, my dear friend, it is truly a great pleasure, after so many centuries.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Fabian. We truly appreciate your generosity in light of such an important occasion for us.”
Lucian’s pale hand reached over, grabbing his betrothed’s waist.
“Truly a great match, my friend. Such a jewel of the night.” Monsieur Du RochePâle reached out to kiss her hand, a pale delicate hand with fingernails like spider legs. “So lovely to see you again, Mademoiselle.”
“It is truly a pleasure to find hospitality under your roof, Fabian. I truly look forward to the ensemble of this evening.”
Du RochePâle chuckled moderately. “Tonight you will be delighted only by the finest cherries of the tree.” He reached for a hidden microphone in his sleeve, and spoke up, in the same fashion as earlier. “Ladies and Gentlemen, given the natural importance of this evening, I gladly wish to inform you that tonight we will have the pleasure of an elite experience: the best, purest, oldest Alphas have been made available for us!”
A muffled cheering and snapping of fingers came through from the microphone in Du RochePâle’s sleeve.
After a brief pause, meant only for him to relish in his accomplishment and admiration, he finally spoke again, before sitting down, next to the couple.
“May the games begin!”
”HIGABANA” part two
Human servants materialised in the arena, sporting heavy chains around their necks, and unfastened the security measures blocking off the access from two massive iron doors.
“Turns out humans are useful for some things. Only creatures whose skin doesn’t burn clean off when they touch the metal.” Commented Lucian to his fiancée, offering her a glass of crimson champagne from the table behind them. She didn’t even acknowledge his words.
The glass turned between her tainted fingers, being brought to her fleshy lips only for it’s smell, as her enthralling gaze was coldly fixed on the now open doors, breathless for the anticipation.
Not long after, strangely heavy steps could be heard, along with growing huffs, sheltered by the penumbra.
Two enormous creatures emerged from the shadows, huffing like kettles left to boil for too long, dragging their furry limbs across the dusty ground, a certain ominous presence marked by their strong limbs moving beneath the hairy coats.
Werewolves, and of a decent size.
Once their gaze crossed, a flash sharpened them, pupil getting smaller, huffs turning into low guttural growls. The vampires leaned forward into their seats. The glass stopped turning in between her fingers.
Hinds legs pushed against the ground, significantly longer front limbs spread forward to gain momentum. Growls grew louder and snarls began showing teeth.
As if given the signal from some unknown force, both creatures lunged at each other at the same time, their snarls booming in the arena.
Dust clouded up beneath their bodies, as they tumbled, growled, clawed at each other, flashed their teeth.
“Hmph, animals. Truly animals, no better than common wolves.” Commented Lucian, while she finally took a sip of her champagne.
“Their senses are heightened, beloved. They are born with a natural lust for violence… common wolves only hunt for survival. With them, violence is survival. Fabian here simply puts that to good use.” Her voice a powerful whisper, turning a devilish smile on her fiancé’s face. Two pristine and polished sharp fangs were uncovered.
“Since when do you care so much to know their inner workings, betrothed?” He queried, leaning over to kiss her right hand. She didn’t reply, only went back to smelling her drink.
The two beasts were still tumbling, while sharp sinking teeth made whines echo in the arena. The bigger and lighter one had just bit the furry neck of the other dark one, who snarled in pain, and immediately clawed back in defence. They both tumbled once more to the ground, where the darker wolf got a significant advantage by attacking the exposed belly of the other one. From far away, the puffs of dust made the two coats turn the same shade of brown, making it difficult to differentiate between fighters.
“Am I in the position of betting with you, Fabian?” Asked Lucian, turning around to face the host sitting at his left.
“Why naturally, I never shy away from a bet brought on by my guest of honour.” The two began pointing at their chosen fighters, and agreeing on sums and steaks they were willing to pay the other.
She didn’t care much about bets, simply remained seated and watched on.
It seemed however like the darker and feistier wolf was prevailing: it had stabilised its hind legs and pounced, jaw wide open, on top of its opponent, aiming for death. The other’s skull creaked and popped in between the attacker’s teeth, whining in pain.
“Well, it seems you owe me, mon amie.” Chuckled Du RochePâle, while Lucian smiled politely at the defeat. As the first snapped his fingers, urging his servants to break apart the two fighters and muzzle them, so that they could be treated, Lucian approached his fiancee, wrapping his hand around her waist once more.
“I find it truly bizzarre that you enjoy such unladylike spectacles, betrothed. If it wasn’t for your urgent request, it would have never crossed my mind to bring you to such a place.”
Her eyes were on the creatures being dragged away back into the darkness beyond the iron gates, massive blood trails being felt behind in the dust.
“…There are many things you still do not know about me, Lucian.” Her words were followed by a delicate sip of champagne.
While the arena was being cleaned, the vampires turned their attention to appetisers offered by the house: crimson cocktails ornate with olives, spiders and tiny moths were among the fan favourites, along with savoury wafers stuffed with what the Host assured was freshly minced human liver. He furthermore assured there was no risk of contamination or unpleasant taste, as all animals are always thoroughly controlled for cancerous diseases and stirred far from addictions.
Lucian brought over two crimson martini, and sat in his leather chair.
“For my fiancee. Spider flavoured, just how she likes it.”
“You’re too kind.” Except her words did not match face as she spoke.
NEW PROJECT!! going back to that comicbook aesthetic, bear with me as I try to improve
“HIGABANA” - written / drawn story
PRELUDE:
“If you find yourself amongst the lucky ones to experience an event such as this, make sure you are prepared. Your face will have to stay concealed throughout the night -depending on the hosts, either you will be reminded in avance to bring a mask with you, or some will be provided with your accommodation. In case of a purchase, cash is preferred. During your stay make sure you cherish every single moment. For who knows? Maybe the next occasion won’t appear until the next century, so do stick around.
Oh you really ought to see it: every occasion adds at least a dozen million to the opulence in the decor, in the entertainment, in the family inheritance… oh it is simply marvellous!
Now, during your evening, if you happen to have been approached by a servant of the house -fret not, they know better than to bite!- and have been handed a envelope, please proceed to the gardens: once the clock strikes three, we ask that you read the instructions inside the envelope. Discard of the paper once the message is clear. The Hosts of the House will join you in a moment! Feel free to converse with your fellows, however it is customary to request that all personal information and detail that may lead up to your identity remain concealed: the Hosts decline any responsibility for identity theft, murder attempts, and would appreciate cooperation. Take this moment as an opportunity to focus in the fresh air, for rest assured that you have never have the delight to experience what’s to come- that is if you haven’t made use of our services before!
As you follow the Hosts of the House, we wish you a splendid evening, and hope our services may satisfy each and every vampiric need!”
.
PART ONE:
2:35 am - House of the Du RochePâle
It was one of those nights, those quiet nights where the fog’s growing steps are the only sound to break the fabric of silence. A time loop, the surface of a full glass waiting to be broken by that last, anticipated drop.
It was indeed a festive night. A night reserved for so few, it felt more like a coven gathering. It is ofter that those types of events come out the most memorable, no? The evening gardens were blossoming with Jasmine and Moonflower their perfume slithering beneath the stone cold masks hovering around from one lazy conversation to another.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! It seems we are right on cue!” Announced Monsieur Du RochePâle, with open arms as if holding the very night sky. “I am delighted to host us tonight, especially for such an important event.” His hands seemed to open wider. “A faithful engagement between two noble pure-blooded houses! Naturally, their identities shall remain undisclosed, however I cannot phrase my utter respect for them, and their generous donation towards House RochePâle this evening!” A crowd of snapping fingers chirped in agreement.
“Now, if you’d all be so kind as to follow me and truly begin our evening.”
And they were, very kind.
It is customary for the event to stay as secret as possible, therefore even the way to access the “arena” is unknown, even to the guests. A blindfold pair with utter respect for customs suffices every time.
But once the formalities are left behind, one by one the guests adjust to the new setting of the “arena”. A wide oval room, which does not fail to respect the vampiric hierarchy, where only the purest of Houses get the best views. Tainted glass shelters every House’s identity, and once everybody is accustomed, masks can fall.
“Now, now, betrothed, you know very well how important this ‘façade’ is. It protects us, beloved, safely allows us to guarantee our presence.”
“And what a presence it is.” Monsieur Du RochePâle was now more collected, more presentable to guests of such high regard. “Lucian, my dear friend, it is truly a great pleasure, after so many centuries.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Fabian. We truly appreciate your generosity in light of such an important occasion for us.”
Lucian’s pale hand reached over, grabbing his betrothed’s waist.
“Truly a great match, my friend. Such a jewel of the night.” Monsieur Du RochePâle reached out to kiss her hand, a pale delicate hand with fingernails like spider legs. “So lovely to see you again, Mademoiselle.”
“It is truly a pleasure to find hospitality under your roof, Fabian. I truly look forward to the ensemble of this evening.”
Du RochePâle chuckled moderately. “Tonight you will be delighted only by the finest cherries of the tree.” He reached for a hidden microphone in his sleeve, and spoke up, in the same fashion as earlier. “Ladies and Gentlemen, given the natural importance of this evening, I gladly wish to inform you that tonight we will have the pleasure of an elite experience: the best, purest, oldest Alphas have been made available for us!”
A muffled cheering and snapping of fingers came through from the microphone in Du RochePâle’s sleeve.
After a brief pause, meant only for him to relish in his accomplishment and admiration, he finally spoke again, before sitting down, next to the couple.
“May the games begin!”
”honey, you’re familiar, like my mirror years ago…”
Frances and Geneve meeting again for the first time in the Alps, 1941
ok so this was the first time i actually committed to drawing a somewhat okay background
very fun to play with the colour balance between warm and cold, and got to draw flowers and ornate windows, which I very much enjoy
“I wait for your next life, so that we can do this together again.”
this one did well on instagram, still very proud of it too
loved the “i can’t remember your face” trend, so I added my own spin to it
for context, Frances is immortal and has been around for 600 years or so, while Geneve reincarnates every century, without any memories of her previous lives, so realistically they always start from scratch
good omens oc?? || called this project “Jimsonweed: the Devil’s Trumpet” and it has a pinterest board on my account actually
this one was birthed after my #goodomens rewatch, a few months before the finale came out (spoliers: i cried happy tears)
but it’s a project i particularly hold dear for the references to a show i adore, and the characters being based around me and my gf
names: “Francis”, who is actually Frances (i know, clever way to hide your gender) and Geneve Ziegler
ARIESTHER NOW IN COLOUR!! 🖤 🤍
i recall this one did numbers on pinterest, really proud of achieving that “yummy” style rendering, also was quite the pain in the ass to get the anatomy somewhat correct, but overall somewhat proud of this one
ROTTWEILER PLAYLIST 🖤 🤍 || basically ocmeme, tt trends and songs that remind me of them
ROTTWEILER ILLUSTRATION DUMP 🖤 🤍
started testing the grounds for some ship art, the ship name that I could best come up with was “ariesther”, but quickly realised it sounded like “poliester”, so most definitely decided to keep it that way
+more lowkey corny drawings i made trying to practice Rottie’s design
ROTTWEILER COMIC 🖤 🤍
introducting this GORGEOUS GORGEOUS DIVA, truly one of my favourite designs to this day
name: Ariadne Beckmann (right) Esther Katia Campbell (left)
also learning to work in grayscale, b/w is still my fav
ROTTWEILER ILLUSTRATIONS 🖤 🤍
art dump
getting better at compositions… credits to @flintliensteel for some of the composition inspo, truly one of my fav artists
LORE DROP!! || fancy format because that’s what they like
kinda corny also very unstructured lore, but eh I only wanted to draw vogue inspired illustrations
ROTTWEILER animation 🖤 🤍 || ari, rottie and their strange relationship
absolutely obsessed, first time i seriously dedicated myself to an animation ://
song: Summerboy by Lady Gaga
ship: rottendog, arixrottie
ROTTWEILER RAINBOW SUIT 🖤 🤍
Rottie would totally wear this and feel extra bonita
ROTTWEILER oc “poster” || introduction to *some* of my ocs
Was meant to be this “comic concept” about these strange characters (loosesly based around and #hannigram, and #moonknight, two great hyperfixations at the time)
names: Rottweiler (the smiley one) and Adriane (the sad comfused one)
+bonus chibi version
brushes credits: @hunnismokah