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“She knows that his life is in her hands, and she knows that it’s too big of a responsibility for her to take, but she will take it anyway because such a sheer amount of power makes her feel high.”

Drawings made in different moments from last September up until yesterday, depicting different but coexisting aspects of a potential relationship between my character and @endwerk1987 ‘s.

[sarsaryart]

“She knows that his life is in her hands, and she knows that it’s too big of a responsibility for her to take, but she will take it anyway because such a sheer amount of power makes her feel high.”

Drawings made in different moments from last September up until yesterday, depicting different but coexisting aspects of a potential relationship between my character and @endwerk1987 ‘s.

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Birthday gifts for @endwerk1987 with her beloved characters :)

[opalatissunflower]

I have just a little bit left to finish, but I'm going on a trip for a few days, so I won't be able to finish it.

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Birthday gifts for @endwerk1987 with her beloved characters :)

[endwerk1987]

I wrote a fanfic for Emesis Blue because I went nuts at night and decided to write instead of sleeping ⛓️⛓️⛓️

If you want to see a light character study of Fritz and the events before SFM starts:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86824501

[lovecraft-lover]

My TF2 girlie's ref for the ArtFight!!! It's been a while since I drew her last one and I decided to refresh it a little bit, but I don't know if it looks fine enough?? I'd love to make it better, but I ran out of ideas, so I just left it be :p

Now she looks plump enough, the previous ref made her look slim

I wrote a lot about her in her AF bio, but I genuinely don't know where else can I write about he? Maybe will do a page for her a bit later, idk

Or simply write it here?

My AF page btw: https://artfight.net/~MentalTea

[endwerk1987]

FANFIC!!!

Finally!!!!!!!!! I wrote the first chapter of a fanfic that's gonna be 3 or 4 chapters long ⛓️⛓️⛓️ it's about unrequited yaoi between murderers 🥀🥀🥀

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An idea I’ve been visualizing for a while thanks to the wonderful inspiring work of fanartists and fanfiction writers in these fandoms, with religious trauma, violent men and all such things.

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A sea creature and a scientist have a one sided conversation about his nature and her work.

A comic I am finally proud of, starring my friend’s @endwerk1987 and my characters.

[endwerk1987]

part two

Zephyr Sage (aka Zaira) OC @saryum21art

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💋💋💋 my baby!!! She looks so kind!!

[sarsaryart]

Transition from one extreme of violence to the other.

For how much S. wants to help their patients truly heal, they battle with frustration and an instinctive hate towards them almost daily.

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Assorted metaphorical sketches about the world and the person of S., a medic forced into their role by circumstances and surrounded by illness at all times, in all places, with very difficult feelings towards their patients.

[sarsaryart]

“Le violon du Fantôme”

A short sequence featuring my character Zaira and @endwerk1987 ‘s Johan in an AU inspired by The Phantom Of The Opera.

For the longest time, Zaira has been a very successful contralto. Having grown up and lived on the opera stage since a very young age, her voice has become known across the entirety of Europe. Which is why the first cracks in her singing, brought by her approaching middle age, are especially painful to her.

Luckily, her talent has not been fully forgotten: a masked secret admirer has invited her through letters to join him in his music practice, during which he can teach her something new that will surely refresh her voice and her fame. The man refuses to show his face and to ever give up on his theatrical act, so much so that Zaira has started thinking that this might be all that he is made of. Whatever the case, it is growing on her and she is becoming increasingly fond of his company. Finding out that she is corresponded will be the biggest joy she has felt in a long time.

[endwerk1987]

My art-soulmate, МОЯ БЕСТИ, drew these beautiful pieces based on a silly fanfic I wrote featuring our characters. I'm kinda embarrassed, but I really want to post a snippet of that fanfic: ══════════════════《 ✦ 》══════════════════

After that, their meetings no longer began at the door of her modest dressing room, no. They began much earlier, when Zaira noticed the flicker of his cloak in the gloom around a corner or discerned his stately silhouette following on her heels, patiently waiting for everyone to leave the corridor so they could be alone. Zaira herself was amazed that no one else noticed his presence! Perhaps to others, this vision also seemed a ghost, a fleeting apparition they were quick to dismiss. But Zaira… He would take her hand, gallantly offering the invariable blindfold - the sole condition of their singing lessons - and his hand was so tangible and warm even through the fabric of his gloves that she would momentarily forget his phantom nature.

But only momentarily.

When her eyes were once again shrouded, and the air around them grew saturated with that special, charged anticipation ready to carry her singing to the world, doubt would awaken in her again: he seemed to belong to another world. He never demanded the difficult from her. Didn't force her to hit impossible notes, didn't ask her to shatter crystal with her voice. In the first lessons, he asked for the simplest of things: to sing a song without a single word. Zaira was bewildered. She, accustomed to arias, to texts, to clear parts, didn't know how to sing without words, without support. She stood there, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress, until he took her hands in his. This time - without gloves. Skin to skin. Warm, living, with slightly rough fingertips.

"What do you feel?" he asked. "Warmth," she whispered. "And life." "And how does life feel?" She hesitated. He didn't rush. Simply held her palms in his and waited. "Tell me its shape," he said finally. "Draw warmth and life with your voice, and everyone who hears will see it as clearly as a picture before their eyes." He turned her around himself lightly, without letting go of her hands -one smooth, almost dance - like circle. "Make the imagination work. Yours and others'." And she sang.

At first timidly, uncertainly, because before her closed eyes there was only blackness. But he didn't let go of her hands, and Zaira suddenly imagined a palm - an ordinary human palm with five fingers, which could clench into a fist or open to the world. His palm. Tender, despite the strength she felt in his wrists and shoulders when she dared to run her fingers over them. She sang an open palm. Then - a palm carefully embracing a rose stem, avoiding the sharp thorns. Her voice trembled, rose, fell, curved like petals.

Thus, lesson after lesson, he taught her one thing: to see with the heart and paint with the voice what the heart sees. It turned out all genius is simple. And it was a shame that she, Zaira, hadn't realized it herself sooner. Between exercises, the boundaries of their touch grew bolder. He no longer wore gloves. She, growing bolder, ran her fingertips over his wrists, moved higher - to the firm lines of his forearms, to the sloping shoulders beneath the dense fabric. He didn't stop her. Only his breathing became slightly deeper.

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[sarsaryart]

“Le violon du Fantôme”

A short sequence featuring my character Zaira and @endwerk1987 ‘s Johan in an AU inspired by The Phantom Of The Opera.

For the longest time, Zaira has been a very successful contralto. Having grown up and lived on the opera stage since a very young age, her voice has become known across the entirety of Europe. Which is why the first cracks in her singing, brought by her approaching middle age, are especially painful to her.

Luckily, her talent has not been fully forgotten: a masked secret admirer has invited her through letters to join him in his music practice, during which he can teach her something new that will surely refresh her voice and her fame. The man refuses to show his face and to ever give up on his theatrical act, so much so that Zaira has started thinking that this might be all that he is made of. Whatever the case, it is growing on her and she is becoming increasingly fond of his company. Finding out that she is corresponded will be the biggest joy she has felt in a long time.

[endwerk1987]

Meet Daphine, the Archfey

She is terrifying. She is not like those fragile creatures we’re used to, because her essence lies not in beauty, but in hunger. She needs time to stalk her prey and the power she will drain from that victim. For this, she needs an intermediary - a careless human or a curious elf, willing to kill with a ritual blade in the name of their mistress. The weapon rips out organs and blood, sending them into the bottomless womb of the ever - hungry Daphine.

She feeds on people but will never sully her hands with their blood. This is not pride - it is disgust. Hungry, forever waiting, she strikes bargains with those willing to get their hands dirty for her. Murders in exchange for power. Is that fair? Daphine has no doubt about the answer.

Notes: this is my friend’s (@saryum21art) character that I adapted for D&D. My character is a half - elf named Johan, who sincerely fell in love with Daphine and agreed to kill for her. Though, she did hide a lot of the details from him :)

[lovecraft-lover]

Lotta dnd stuff

1) The character for DnD session I played with my DM. She’s a paladin dwarf and her name is Katra Körgen

2) I did my own DnD campaign! It was my first time preparing the full ass campaign. In my mind mostly… but lots and lots in obsidian, which never felt like enough.

Made a super detailed map of the place where my players were to live and even made a scrollable map with markers.

yea yea yea, I know, first timer dm looks exactly like that. I just wanted to clarify things for my own mind. It’s really hard to hold everything in one’s head when one’s head is small XD

The pictures from the second one are fast-drawn sketches of characters for the campaign. Really like the dragonborn. Eventhough it’s a sketch. Even though I drew him while having the worst hangover in my entire life, lmao. His name is Irtos and he’s a master of the adventurers’ guild!

I also want to say that I’m so sooo lucky to have my dearest friends as adventurers! They did great :)