#setsulin

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I finally finished this. Not sure if I like it, but I think it’s cuz I fiddled with it for too long.

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SETSU!!!

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Bringing back my bad bitch art of Setsu cuz honestly she’s stuck in a medieval ass bubble world and still manages to be ahead of her time fashion wise

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T4T king and queen 😌💅✨

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WHY IS SETSULIN. SO. FUCKING HOT. I DO THIS. TO MYSELF. GOD I WANNA KISS HER. WHAT'S THE WORD FOR A BLORBO YOU WANNA MAKE OUT WITH? IS THERE A WORD FOR THAT? AHHHH WANNA KISS HER. AHHHHHHH (go check out our Patreon for many arts, character profiles, and the story all these hotties I keep drawing come from <3)

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Setsulin circa ‘96 Neve Campbell by Clipping

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T4T King and Queen Cynevor and Setsulin <3 The White Kingdom may be a hot mess, but at least these two got each other, love each other, holdin' each other down 😍

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23 for the music drabbles

Setsulin knows how to show just about anyone a good time. She can drink most people under a table, she knows all of the dances, she can maintain her energy all night long. It’d always be a party if she had her way, but on nights like this, when she’s coaxed Cynevor out to endure some rowdy fun with her, she treats the evening like it’s the party of a lifetime. She makes sure he has everything he wants, just how he likes it, she puts on her best (and frankly most salacious) clothing, and she’s only got eyes for him. He could be resting, working, pretending to rest, worrying (always with the worrying) but he’s allowed her to whisk him away, so she is giving him the best of the loud and bright and ostentatious. She’s also letting everyone in this wild, wanton city know that she’s his.That’s true no matter where they are, but as beautiful as she is and as the Queen, even a glance from her can send a specific signal. So she focuses entirely on him and it’s easy to do, the way he looks at her, the way light catches up in his pale hair and eyes, that even if he’s exhausted, always so tired, he still enjoys seeing her enjoy herself. It’s a pleasure beyond any other booze and music and drugs and flirting can provide, belonging to this man who, when they were children, kept close to her even though she’d been ruthless with him. Who kept coming back for more and always laughed off her sharpness. Who defied almost every plan made for the trajectory of his life to marry her. It’s a gift that keeps on giving, so when he will come out to Cytolia and endure the masses for her, she looks her best, worships him with her gaze and lets him be the envy of anyone who’s got sense and even a flutter of interest for either of them. He’s too busy to seem like he’s doing anything, or anyone for that matter, on the side of their marriage, but she has plenty of dalliances. Nothing that will ever mean anything, not when she’s utterly consumed with her love for him. It’s good, to glimmer and glisten and show off while assuring everyone who admires her that that’s her man, her only, the love of her life. No one else is worthy, but him.