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♡ lifetimes ♡
♡ Michael Kenmore ♡
♡ My Tattoo for Michael Kenmore ♡
♡ Don't fall for propaganda. Choose superiority. ♡
"The hands that cradle you are covered in unfathomable amounts of blood."
"But they cradle me, yes?"
My first drawing for these two, first posted in september 2024. I tend to shy away from attempting to draw real life characters, as i am not used to it, and semi-realism to realism is not my strength. So i attempted a mit of my own style and semi-realism, which i think turned out well enough? I am quite happy with it, even today, over a year later. One more art recent piece below! Trying to overcome art block and adhd to create more of these two, who occupy 95% of my brain capacity at all times.
When it gets to the point of you feeling physically ill with jealousy when other people simp for/post about/just mention your favorite character, it becomes a problem.
I am a problem.
Hi! About me ☾𖤓
► Tina / Cherry
► 28 / '97 ; She/Her
► Mother, Slav, Artist, Editor
► ADHD, INFP, Scorpio Sun, Gemini Moon
► Stargate / Star Trek
► One Piece / Frieren
► FFXIV / TLOZ / NITW
►Cozy + Nintendo games
► Ghibli / Kdrama / Shojou
► Witchcraft / Crystals
► Space / History / Ocean / Science
Socials
► AO3; FreckledFawn
► IG; FreckledDawn
► Art IG; Frisky.fawn
► TT; FreckledDawn
► DC; SolarSeaWitch
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/74800301
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Lastlight.
Standing in his chambers on his own ship, surrounded by cooling mist in dim, blue light. Just beyond these pulsing walls, the faint shuffle of his hybrids, working tirelessly as an extension of his will, reaches him. He gazes out the window, the light blue hue of hyperspace gently illuminating the hard edges of his augmented features. His golden eyes are tired, growing heavy, falling shut after a few moments. In the darkness, he sees..
These haunting, green eyes.
Immediately his eyes shoot open again, wide and wild. Not even in the quiet of his chambers, away from his demanding work, he finds a moment of respite.
Restlessly, the haunted being turns around, the sharp hiss of the biomechanical door shattering the silence.