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Babesweek 2025 Day 6: Hawaii

This one's for @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou 's babesweek! Before you ask about day 4, I'm working on it, I got a little ambitious for that one, but I promise I'll post it soon! Insteaad have a fun picture of them in Hawaii! About the only time Beej is willing to go into the water. Every millenium or so.

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First post on this blog and it’s for Babes Week 2025 which @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou set up for everyone to participate in! First prompt is “Dance with the Devil”.

They probably entered a Neitherworld dance contest. What song are they dancing to? Hmmm.

In stereotypical fashion probably Tartini’s “Devil Trill”.

That moldy old Corpse could twirl her around and Lydia could feel like a rose caught in the wind. Do they win the contest? No, some skeletons from over the floor and recreated a Gashadokuro before breakdancing. 😔

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Babesweek 2025 Day 6: Bonnie and Clyde

Except without the bullet holes!! Or in this case the bullet holes are in a picture. This one goes out to the Musical babes, the vibe felt like them from what I've seen. Again, as always, this is for @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou's Babesweek which has been loads of fun to participate in and try to get me to draw a drawing a day. :)

Bang bang. He shot me down Bang bang. I hit the ground Bang bang. That awful sound Bang bang. My baby shot me down

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Day 2 for @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou ‘s Babes Week 2025!

Lydia is the pampered and blessed daughter of a Lord whose impenetrable fortresses houses all sorts of flora and fauna to protect from the plague medicinally and scent wise. She can’t help noticing a lone not so humble gravedigger who comes by to collect the local towns dead to drop in what everyone locally has dubbed “The Devil’s Gorge”. He washes up at the river where her family’s villa resides and she can’t help but notice he seems to come back a lot shinier than when arrived.

One day, it seems he notices her watching him and gives her an eager “Ciao Bella” that she can’t help but find the tiniest bit charming, especially when he gives her a bright grin.

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Finally, @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou's Babesweek 2025 reaches it's close. I'm a day late because I'd somehow convinced myself I could draw flowers. The prompt I chose for this freeday was Hanahaki and Memento Mori.

It's a beautiful moment when he goes to sleep, her darling Betelgeuse. Unlike a living thing, he sinks into the ground next to her quite literally as his dead flesh begins to melt away. His bones are lovely things, and inside his organs turn to a strangely coloured cluster of fauna and insects. His clothes are just as beautiful clinging to the ivory shape of what's left as the plants grow and spread along inside to preserve some form of his shape. Vines crawl along the ground from beneath him and his back like the many beetles and centipedes that escape him. Lydia finds her lips pressed against the skin that still clings to the side of his face closest to her, and locks her pale fingers against the equally pale length of his bony hand. There's the sweet smell of decay invading her nose, and the musk of the poltergeists grave soil as it's shifted beneath them by the roots overtaking it. His sleep is death, and the cool weight of it settles just as deeply in her bones as it does in his. Like this, they're as close as one can get, nearly fused by piles of leaves, blooming plants and creeping insects. It's the kind of connection that leaves her aching just as much as it fills her. Up, and up to the top of whatever her limits are and beyond that even. An endless cycle between the two of them so very few understand. Strange and Unusual.

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Day 3 for @ireallyshouldbeholdingyou's Babes week 2025! The neither the Neither nor the living realm has heard anything like them.