going down in flames

icon by dzukika | 🔞 || gamer girl, ru\eng

[dzukika]

💚Sebastian Sallow and Aliria Mcleary 💛

Commission for my dearest friend @rvchelking

This is my last illustration of the year. I wish everyone a lovely holidays.

And for now, take a look at these dangerous cuties 🥰

[rvchelking]

I finally caught with with this fun picrew tag yay! Thank you for the tag: @ravenothere @barnabyjr 💛💛

Your fave scottish gal looks so cute in these!

[roasty1]

yeahhhh

seb study and messing around with fun colors >:)

[expressions-of-nature]

by Anita Austvika

[thoughtkick]

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

[ladyjolder]

THE WITCHER 3  [4/??]

[dzukika]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[dzukika]

👺☺

[wewerepartners]

CLAIRE REDFIELD ⇥ Resident Evil Veronica (2027)

[dzukika]

I think I'll post the portrait because I love it ^w^

[colettening]

Liya reference sheet

Been procrastinating this for so long but I finally compiled it all into a singular sheet…hallelujah! 👹👹👹 i will be using this for future references ^^

[barnabyjr]

aleksander "aleks" gorski - a student('s) record

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yet again, shoutout to @syrooo for this super detailed template

everyone wants to know about the muscle in my little oc group, so here you go! not going to give much context for any of this--it's tempting, but i like a little mystery now and then (very rarely, clearly)

(for the notes section i went w/ his character tropes & then his associations, and then the amortentia is what you'd smell if you liked him)

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[keenanmcateerart]

john!

[myokk]

🥀

[dzukika]

He never dreamt in pictures or colors. His slumber was a tapestry of textures, scents, and a familiar voice wrapping him in quiet devotion.

Tonight, however, the dream shifted into something much deeper. The physical world dissolved completely. There was no exhaustion, no gravity, only an endless and gentle warmth. It washed over him like a soft tide, effortlessly sweeping away the lingering fragments of his fears.

Suspended in this golden quiet, a simple truth settled into his mind. You are good.

You are loved, the silence promised. Just for being you.

[dzukika]

He drifted through an endless passage where the walls wept in impossible, shimmering hues, swirling like oil on water before bursting into delicate sparks of light. Stripped of his garments, his scars, and his worldly burdens, he walked in a state of absolute, naked liberation. His bare feet stepped softly across a resilient surface that breathed the familiar perfume of sunlit blossoms and dark honey, drawing him inevitably toward a brilliant, ever-retreating horizon.

Luminous phantoms danced in the air around him, pulsing in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat. One of these ethereal entities swelled and draped over him, holding the phantom warmth of a lover’s midnight embrace. It spoke directly into the marrow of his soul, stirring the dark ashes of his recent, violent sins. Yet, when he confessed the suffocating weight of his regret, the presence offered gentle solace, revealing two fragile silhouettes holding hands in the glowing mist. They were the pure manifestations of his love and his conscience, waiting patiently for the distant day he might finally learn to forgive himself.