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Ghost and König

Some rushed fanart of my favorite boys because I don't wanna miss the hype.

My brother also thought I was drawing Ghost with the lightskin stare when he got a peek of my WIP, which I find rlly funny

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I forgor to post this here as my last drawing of the year

A lil Christmas After-party in the mansion

Basically a redraw of last year's Xmas illustration but I didn't get to post it on Christmas bc I kept procrastinating🧍I now basically got no time to make a New Year's one

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Concept Art of my boy Donovan Delouge as my first tumblr post

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You ARE Deserving

"Am I really who you want?"

They stared at the blank planes on his head where a normal person's face should should be.

"Forever."

He spoke in such gentleness that no other comfort can compare to whatever they can remember to have experienced. Unlike what happens in their head. It's nothing short of a disaster. A hurricane. Thought after thought, indifferent to the reality in front of their face. Unable to accept that this might be right, no matter how good it feels.

"Do I really deserve this love? Your love?"

They spoke in such a hurried whisper, holding their breath for a second. Not wanting to dive head first. Not wanting to face the possible consequences of the indulgence this feeling brings. Not with their bloodstained hands, hands that tightened around the prickling stem of the flower they held and only being grounded in reality by the grip of his over theirs. Heart and mind racing, neither being able to best the other.

He looked at them with such softness that it could almost threaten tears unto anyone if his gaze were to happen upon them. His words does things where it can turn them against their own mind instantly and betray whatever worries would strangle it.

"More than you can ever imagine."

And in the tangled mess of who they are, what they are, maybe it is right.

Bonus

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"The Mantis Feeds..."

-It was quiet. The air in my lungs got caught in my throat with my stomach starting to churn my own food up to escape through my mouth at some point. Unfortunately, it was held shut where not even a quiver from my lips could be formed.

Their eyes were fixated on me as I meet the foreman's gaze, unsure if it's out of the predatorial hunger that the infection had afflicted their brain for over a century. I can't even tell if their unwavering smile was from inexplicable ecstasy from finally being satiated after months of refusing to consume another human, or maybe finding amusement in my face slowly contorting into sheer horror, walking in to them feeding when they explicitly warned me earlier not to enter this room without permission. The air was so still between me and Mx. Red, that both of us could have been mistaken for statues, left to rot in this desolate room of the manor.

My veins ran cold while watching the man in their grasp have his forcefully invaded by the roots just under all that sickly pale skin, beads of his blood running down in increments. He can't even utter a sound, much less a word; I swear his throat is fighting to make even a feeble whimper, but that may be just my brain tricking me into thinking that to try and rationalize his unfortunate predicament.

The strings glowed red as it creeped through out his weakening body, extending out into the room in different directions where it held his hands up high. He was almost nothing but a marionette in Mx. Red's hands.

My feet moved on its own while my mind still has the image freshly burned into my psyche, leaving quietly with only the click of the lock echoing in my ears.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MX. RED

My scrimblo (literally older than me by a century)

"It's just like any other day."

The very words spoken by the suited figure themself as they realized that today... is their birthday.

An occasion Ada themself never had the luxury, nor time, to celebrate in the majority of their life span. It was just any other date in the calendar. Another number to count on how long you've been alive. How far or near you might be to your passing. And frankly, Ada has already been tired of counting. How the number of years they've been conscious in this world only keeps adding on and on, each revolution of the sun and moon becoming a tiring phenomenon to witness. But with the paper in hand however, maybe there is some change.

A simple A4 folded in half rests in Ada's gloved hand, their glowing saturated red eyes being the only source of light in the dimly lit room. The paper was full of scribbled greetings, a signature and a large "Happy Bday" on the front cover in green crayon. The content was of a drawing where Ada can make out the silhouette of who they assume to be Valentine, considering the flowers on the egg-shaped head's cheeks. I mean who else even looks like that?

Next to him is Victoria, given the big mane of red curls on the drawn figure. The most notable part of the drawing of course, was of the very figure that's depicting Mx. Red themself. The two strands of their hair pointing upwards, the round red glasses, the cute triangle tie, it's unmistakably them. Victoria decidedly drew their 'tito' holding hands with her dad, scribbling a large heart between them.

On the adjacent page was another drawing in crayon, a large tiered cake full of candles under the words "I love u". The entity could only smile looking at the thoughtful present they're holding, as they down their drink to its last drop. Perhaps today is a little more of a special day.

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Mx. Red and Donovan when in the same room, creates the personification of the Laughing Wolf Meme

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Bonus meme in the end