#current work

[marejadilla]

Aaron Westerberg, ”Amy in Black”, oil on Linen. Current Work.

[lizziephilbrick]

Trees, on a walk

[neontea77]

Lineart for Hazbin Hotel Redesign of Lucifer

[eesirachs]

was reading a book on folklore revenants when i realized that the signs and symptoms of such revenants--with their postmortem animation, action, and vibrancy--are the exact same signs and symptoms of bodies historically deemed incorrupt by the catholic church. the space between these two preternatural bodies, between that which in death is sacred and that which is sinful, is dangerously fine, and consequently precisely navigated. what codes this space so effectively? is it art? voyeurism? co-constituted by the two? the more i step into this gap (metaxu!) between a bad corpse and a good corpse, the more i think that the imaginative art of bodies, and perhaps the catholic imagination writ large, navigates difference by bleeding apotroptes with aesthetics.

[trve-grimdark]

Character concept sketching then and now

[honeyhuii]

Key:Fluff=♡ | Angst=● |Series=+ | Collabs= -

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Under A Spell | Yang Jungwon x Reader ♡●-

Magic Hour | Lee Heeseung x Reader ♡●-

Feeling Michevious? | Kevin Moon x Reader ♡●-

Taste of Destiny | Various x Reader ♡●+

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Red String of Fate | Wen Junhui x Reader ♡●-

Love in Wonderland | Kim Doyoung x Reader ♡●-

[blackacre13]

Hi! I'm a fan of your work. Can I ask you a question? Are you still writing that fic where Lou and Deb are actually married when Debbie got thrown into the jail? I find the idea interesting and was hoping to see your take in it. Thank you!

Thank you so much!!❤️

Why yes, yes I am👀 I have probably about two chapters worth written and am still honestly deciding whether it’ll be a simple two or three parts or if I’m going to drag it out longer and add more depth to it. I’m having a lot of trouble deciding if it would make things still happen the way they do in canon or if it would become an alt universe sort of thing re: Deb getting out of prison/the whole Met heist.

Because it’s been a while since I left the teaser and I’ve gained about 100 of you lovely followers since I’ve started doing prompts consistently, so I will leave another teaser chunk below!!

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“What do you mean I can’t see her?” Lou sighed. She didn’t want to be here in the first place, but there was guilt and regret tugging at her heart. And now that she’d gotten her hopes up, she was running into roadblocks left and right, and the holdbacks were making her realize how badly she needed to see Debbie. Craved it. It physically hurt now that she’d set her mind on it.

“I’m sorry,” the man shrugged. “There’s no record of a Lou Miller here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lou huffed, but she tried to collect herself. “Does there need to be a record? Can’t I just see her? Please.”

“Not unless you’re in the book under inmate Ocean’s history of visitors,” he shook his head. “You said you’ve visited before?”

“No,” she looked down. “First time.” This was the first time in five years she’d even attempted to see her partner. What a fucking asshole she was.

She tried to ignore the pang in her heart and the bile in her stomach that churned with disgust she felt at hearing Debbie referred to as an inmate. How the hell had she not come sooner? There may have been a lot of anger, jealousy, and devastation between them, but she should’ve done the right thing. Should’ve tossed aside the I told you so she still clung to deep down and ran to Debbie to offer her something even if it was just commissary money or magazines. She hadn’t given her shit to hang onto while she was stuck inside here and she wanted to sit down on the floor and cry.

There was time with Debbie she already wanted to rip back from the universe and now she had a sentence of five years she wanted to tack onto it. Why had she been so god damn stubborn? There were certain events that just forced you to get over yourself and toss issues aside, and prison was definitely one of them. Anger and hurt had blinded her too much.

“Oh,” he nodded. “Then you need to be screened before you can visit. Lou Miller is your legal name?”

“It’s Louise,” she sighed.

“Miller?”

“Ocean,” she corrected with a small smile. “I’m her wife.”