#iraedei

[cerberus-albian]

I did a gif with my process for my graphic novel. Written and illustrated by me :3

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I know with the gif  it lose quality but  is just for see changes :/

[threecardtrick]

It was great a privilege as it is a weight to be here. He has come to the Vatican to petition for Henry’s annulment, as coming in person was far favourable to what any mere letter was. He was a sharp man, as evidenced by the fact that he had been the one sent at all, earning a great measure of the king’s favour. But he will surely lose it if he returned without the annulment. And he will no doubt be sent away from court entirely if no way at all can be found for Anne Boleyn to get her greatest desire. Their ascent was linked. This he believed to be the case.  There was trouble in heaven, or at least, the Vatican. Something that he hoped to turn to his favour. The pope was ill and the man in charge was Girolamo Riario. Someone that he might able to more sensibly negotiate with, who might be able to see past the doctrine. He’s escorted to the man and left alone, as they had much to talk about. His head bowed down momentarily, out of respect. “I am Thomas Cromwell, here on behalf of His Majesty, King Henry VII.” He spoke in Italian, and his pronunciation was very good for a foreigner. He required no translator. This way, just the two of them could talk. “His Majesty wishes for His Holiness’ recovery.” So he had to say, anyways. Perhaps this pope was not so good for these matters, but that another might be... but he could not say such a thing.

[a-vulparia-archive-blog]

@iraedei from here 

One thing they had in common was their light sleep. But while she was able to ignore the sound of the faucet, she couldn’t with the movement of the bed as he got up. “Come back to bed,” she mumbled, reaching out for him. She felt his fingers close around her hand and then the gentle touch of his lips on her knuckles a moment later. She smiled sleepily and drew her hand back. 

Only a few minutes passed, but in that half-waking state when time didn’t make sense, it felt like much longer. Eventually she felt the bed shift again under his weight and shifted over a little closer to him. The man was warm, and if she loved anything, it was warmth. “Your quirks are gonna drive me to drink,” she mumbled, though she didn’t sound too worried. “Lucky you’re cute.”

[maestrodarte-a]

@iraedei (you didn’t ask for a starter but idgaf)

               “come on. loosen up.” leonardo gave a lopsided smile and offered the pipe in a coaxing manner.                                                                     “smoke with me. i’ll teach you.”

[inacciaio-archive]

@iraedei​

"What will you do now?" Zita asked him curiously. He always seemed to desire teaching her, so she tried asking a question to see if he would answer it. "What will you do now that the artista is still refusing your offer?"

[maestrodarte-a]

@iraedei

             “you know what this means, right?” leonardo peered over the edge of the cliff and out into the bright green foliage that surrounded the base of the mountain.                                                     “means we’ve come here for nothing.”         but the puzzle had yet to be solved. he rubbed his         hands on his jeans and turned, smile bright and wide.                                 “do you know any turkish?”

[a-vulparia-archive-blog]

@iraedei

“Go.”

There were no other words spoken as he handed the red head a set of keys with a practiced calm. Girolamo knew well of the consequences, but after this long, he knew that she would only get dragged deeper into the abyss. The longer she worked for him, the more time Alessandro della Rovere had to sink his claws into another bystander.

“Your debt is paid. Take the car.”

She blinked in mute, wide eyed surprise as he handed over a set of car keys, looking first from them to him. It wasn’t paid, not by her recollection. She could only imagine the kind of punishment he’d face for letting her go. 

Her fingers curled around the keys. She shook her head. 

“No.”