To all my clients, I’m very sorry... but my commissions are closed until further notice due to the current electrical situation in my country (Cuba)
The waiting list will still be kept, and I especially want to apologize to those who have already been waiting for a long time ;;
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Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication | The Evenstar
“Mortals like to think of time in linear fashion, with a clear distinction between past, present, and future. The appearance of ghosts signals a disruption to this desire, blurring the line until the past wanders into a time it clearly does not belong. Perhaps in this way, memory itself is a kind of haunting.”
A silver-tongued Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection. Beautiful yet elusive, the lone evening star dispels the ghosts of a darkened sky. Old wounds, old flames, old selves… She drifts between worlds, offering solace to those looking to escape the past. But to alter the heart of memory itself, is never without a cost.
the hsr style edits were actually kind of fun to make LOL but a huge thank you to @vanillssugar for the INSANE splash art design omg ?!! I am still so blown away (𖦹_𖦹)
Notes
‘The Evenstar’ but real name Jade because there is already a canon character named Jade
evenstar is the older form of evening star (venus) which appears at dusk (and dawn hehe) and is considered a symbol of transition which ties into my ghostly themes
atm I THINK I want my memokeeper way of collecting memories is something along the lines of altering bad memories (or even removing them altogether) and in exchange, I file through their head for a mem of my choice as payment ;p
subject to change because I also like the idea of being at someone’s deathbed and replaying their memories as their ‘life flashing before their eyes’ and collecting it before they pass on and the memories die with them…
Mystical sleepwalker
Will you destroy my dear heart?
I feel part of it is already
Buried in your courtyard
From a reverie, you appear
With the ardor of a lover
You whisper in my ear
You are mine, you shall be mine
You and I are one forever
So much for going for a quick stroll. The air smells of iron and crushed flora thanks to the battlefield still blooming around them, soaked with blood and tainted petals under the pale moonlight.
Yet, the moment is strangely intimate rather than grotesque as crimson clings to them both, drying in streaks along their skin, soaking through the bandages wrapped tight around Blade's torso.
The frenzy has faded from his eyes, but it has not gone far—it never truly does by now. But she steps into his space regardless, without hesitation, without fear, foolish as in every cycle. A gentle hand coaxes Blade to loosen the grip around his sword and let her carry his burden, almost as if the metal belongs in her hands, too. Alongside his sins.
"You should not draw so close," Blade states quietly, but the stubborn one keeps coming closer anyway, lifting her gaze until they meet wild crimson for the world to fall away.
They are standing in a garden of corpses, and yet the moment feels eerily intimate. "Are you wounded?" Winter asks, though she already expects his sarcastic response. The humourless breath of air Blade exhales alongside, "I am always wounded."
Her fingers find the edge of a bandage at his chest, where she slowly begins to unwind it. Peeling away not only crimson-stained layers but icy walls, to reveal old scars layered over newer ones that are already healing.
"And you should not touch me when I am like this," Blade adds in a grumbled tone, his defences high since he rather keeps her at an arm's length than hurt her again.
"When are you not like this?" she replies, tinged with a truth that has followed them across lifetimes. "I promise I won't bite," she murmurs softly, teasingly, though terribly aware that she isn't the danger in their dynamic.
The irony isn't lost on Blade, though he tries to bite back the memories of her blood on his hands, of him clinging to her bloodied corpses or lying on her graves. His jaw flexes then, brows drawing together. "But I do."
Her hand stills against his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath her palm. Too hard for someone who claims to feel nothing. "It doesn't matter."
Something eerily unknown yet familiar presses against him all the same, a faint sting behind his eyes, a sense of something unfinished that he currently cannot name. "You will be buried because of me," and his voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, a plea. "Again."
She does not look surprised that he seems to remember parts of their past. Sometimes the Aeons are almost kind in their cruelty. His hand comes up to her face where he brushes blood from her cheek as he looks at her like she is his salvation.
"Then you simply have to lay beside me," she answers gently. "Like we promised."
Promised. The word unsettles him, and lands in place Blade cannot quite reach, hitting him like a sword to the sternum. Not clear, never clear, but felt like a dream. A vow of silver rings and a long lost paradise. He remembers the feeling of losing her; that never fades.
"If I lose control," he says slowly, his gaze dropping to her mouth and then rising again with something uncharacteristically soft beneath it, "if the Mara takes me and I turn my blade on you—"
"You have," she interrupts, not cruelly, only honestly. "And I found you again. More than once."
The words should horrify him, but instead they steady him. Because beneath the guilt and the violence there is a crueller truth he has never dared to articulate, which is that she has always come back, that no grave has held her long enough to free him.
The world could end in this moment and he would not notice, too consumed by her eyes as he lowers his forehead. Blood smears where fabric brushes fabric.
"You should not love something that destroys you," he says. "I do not love the destruction," she replies, now that their breaths have begun to mix the truths slips out easily. "I love what remains."
He studies her as if trying to carve her face into whatever part of him survives forgetting, memorising the curve of her mouth, the blood at her throat, the unwavering love in her eyes, and then he presses his forehead to hers.
"I was yours before you forgot," she adds softly. "And I will be yours after I die. We are one," she answers. "Even when you try not to be."
And Blade—the poor immortal, the cursed one, drenched in the aftermath of his own violence—allows himself, just this once, to close his eyes and lean in. As if loving her was not the most dangerous thing he could ever do.
art by @vanillssugar who so amazingly and insanely brought my entire idea to life again!! thank you so much for working with me AND for the chibi 🥹🤲🏼 this is literally the sweetest ever look at mini winnie :(
⛓️💥☂️— credits and high-res close ups under the cut …
gachiverse enjilex debut! i am so so incredibly floored with how this came out, and i can't thank @vanillssugar enough for exceeding my expectations with this gorgeous artwork! the amount of detail throughout the entire piece is just CRAZY and they nailed the vibe/inspo to a tee. i highly recommend working with them! as always, this is a personal commission— do not save, repost, or use this as your own! reblogs are okay! ♡
⛓️💥☂️— credits and high-res close ups under the cut …
gachiverse enjilex debut! i am so so incredibly floored with how this came out, and i can't thank @vanillssugar enough for exceeding my expectations with this gorgeous artwork! the amount of detail throughout the entire piece is just CRAZY and they nailed the vibe/inspo to a tee. i highly recommend working with them! as always, this is a personal commission— do not save, repost, or use this as your own! reblogs are okay! ♡
“Are you the definition of insanity? Or am I? Oh it must be nice. To love someone who lets you break them twice” ~Break My Heart Again (FINNEAS)
“You smell like oranges again. Still taste like them too…”
“Mmm… And you don’t taste like mint anymore. Just tobacco.”
“Yeah? Unsurprising, considering I started smoking like a chimney after you left.”
“Enjin…”
“Nah, we’re not talking ‘bout how fucked up this is, ‘kay? You’re gonna let me enjoy this for now, y’know, since you’re the one that instigated this by waltzing in here looking like that.”
“Fine. Quit your yapping then and kiss me again.”
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Note | Happy Valentine’s day from Mr. and Mrs. Enjin 💖💖 When I tell you guys this comm made me SO dizzy abdsjdjjsjdjsjjd I AM STILL SCREECHING /POS OVER IT I CANT BELIEVE HOW INSANE THIS CAME OUT!! We have the lovely @vanillssugar to thank for capturing this spicy moment so perfectly ehehehehe >.< Also!! A huge thank you to Miss Winnie for providing me with the lingerie set and for inspiring me to get this comm <33
showcase, only for @sylviegirly!! reblogs appreciated!
-- art credits (in order):
main frame & two side frames: fosco, boludmilaz, @vanillssugar
stamps: fosco
your favorite couple who commits crimes and looks hot doing it 🙈 click for better quality
this one was done by the lovely vanills_sugar (twt) and they literally exceeded all expectations 🥹 they went so above and beyond i am so thrilled with how it came out i literally cannot stop staring at it
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Sylus and me !! ♥️❄️
a warm and huge thank you to @vanillssugar for gifting me this wonderful piece that I will absolutely treasure with my entire heart !! omg I was not expecting to receive something from them but I am so grateful and appreciative of their kindness, I love it so so much !! 🤍