Vickysaurus's Art

A place for my art. I can also be found on Mastodon at https://sauropods.win/@Vickysaurus (she/they)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Slayer returns to the cabin with a sycophantic new Voice of the Opportunist determined to submit to the Wraith. But how receptive will she be to his service after all they've done to each other in previous lives? (What if you could kiss the Wraith?)

Kiss the Wraith, the newest entry in my Kiss the Princess series, is up! As usual, it can be read without reading any prior parts of the series. If Wraith's all-caps give you trouble, the second 'chapter' is the exact same story except she's speaking in bold instead.

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Have a self-portrait I made to be a discord emoji!

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I drew the main characters of Love Galaxy! The above two are Temmi/Artemis Ialan, before and after the make-over forced upon her as part of her being a contestant on the show. Below her are Spie and Nix Expani, princess and prince of the Expan Empire. I haven't found any other fanart of this delightful book yet, so I guess I'll have to make it myself and did some character designs based on how they looked in my mind. I tried to give Spie and Nix somewhat similar features as siblings, with Spie looking 'sharper' and Nix 'softer' as the book describes them. With some luck I'll get around to drawing some actual scenes of them because I need to draw Temmi and Spie kissing.

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Antarctica, 108 million years ago. A group of Leaelynnasaura is fascinated by the bright spot that appeared on the Moon's night side as a large meteorite struck it, forming the Tycho crater.

This piece was inspired by the Artemis II mission. I wanted to paint something about the Moon, and while doing some research was delighted to discover the prominent Tycho crater on the Moon's surface was formed right in the middle of the Cretaceous period!

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Dustin Mum and her kids (including Dustin at the lower right) in front of the Scarlet Estate.

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Dimetrodon and Edaphosaurus surfing.

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@sonjalikestodraw 's Spectre doll has temporary clothing which gives me cave Princess vibes, so I drew her as a stone age Princess!

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Last week I visited a museum where I encountered a gorgeous 15th century sculpture of John the Baptist's head on a plate. It inspired me to draw Cage like that!

Inspiration below the cut.

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The Narrator: "You stumble and put out a hand to catch yourself too late as you tip over into a useless, flopping curtain, which does nothing to stop you from falling right out of the wide open window. You are falling, falling into a chasm so vast and open you cannot see the ground, an infinite void of-”

Hero: “Shit, catch the window! Catch something!”

The Princess: “NO! I WILL NOT BE-”

The Narrator: “The already damaged membrane of your soul is violently torn open once more, as something rips out of the marrow of every bone in your upper body. The cold, horrid presence of the Princess tears herself out of you, harsh skeletal limbs and an impossibly long spine forking out of yours as she unfolds like a bony projectile out of your back. And as the Princess ballistically projects herself out of you to her full, preposterous length, you suddenly come to a painfully sharp halt with a tug on your hips. The splintery wooden wall that vanishes into the infinite darkness below, which you rapidly fell past just moments before, stops moving.”

The Princess: “-denied my freedom!”

The Narrator: “Your every bone and joint aches severely. You stare up bleary-eyed. Several metres above you, curtains billow out of a long row of windowsills. One of the curtains, straight above you, is pulled taut by the Princess’s bony grip on its very end as she clutches it with a single hand. She is half-outside, half-inside your body, her spine, now stretched straight and impossibly long, forked from you at your merged hips, from which you now dangle uselessly.”

From Kiss the Wraith.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Slayer returns to the cabin with a sycophantic new Voice of the Opportunist determined to submit to the Wraith. But how receptive will she be to his service after all they've done to each other in previous lives? (What if you could kiss the Wraith?)

Kiss the Wraith, the newest entry in my Kiss the Princess series, is up! As usual, it can be read without reading any prior parts of the series. If Wraith's all-caps give you trouble, the second 'chapter' is the exact same story except she's speaking in bold instead.

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What's your best DinoVoice design?

I've never actually done Voice designs! If I did I would definitely do them as Maniraptoran dinosaurs, like how I draw Quiet, but in general the Voices just don't really draw me in like the Princesses do. I enjoy them as parts of Quiet and the interesting way that his psyche functions, the way they add up to make him and the conflicts inherent in him, but as characters on their own they just feel fairly incomplete and uninteresting to me, which is probably why I've never actually gone and made my own designs for them.

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I was Fury for Halloween again, and of course I had to try and do this amazing Nurse Fury pose!

Evil_Stinker: The "Nurse" Fury

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A Dilophosaurus studied from the gorgeous, terrifying Hunted by Moonlight, and a Boedaspis trilobite!

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Damsel and Prisoner kissing for Days 10 and 11 of Slaytober!

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Damsel and Prisoner kissing for Days 10 and 11 of Slaytober!

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Happy birthday, @lorcus ! Here's the Eye of the Needle with a piece of strawberry cake!

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The Princess: “Or I could just do this to keep you warm.”

Your body extends a winged arm over the Princess’s chest, and then another over your waist, already warming you up a bit.

The Princess: “Your body can make for a nice little blanket, my chainbreaker.”

You giggle, feeling your arms and soft, black feathers cover her cold body, their touch sending a warm shiver through her to replace the cold ones. The Princess’s body, her heart pounding and her skin tingling, reaches for yours and pulls them closer to her, her strength making them flop half over her. You suddenly find yourself face to face with the Princess, surprise marked on her face as gravity pulls her off your neck stump. Your faces bump into each other, her cheekbone leaning on your cheek, lips almost brushing and eyes so close together it’s impossible to focus on hers.

The Princess: “Um, hi.”

· “Hihi, hello there.”

From Kiss the Cage