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they're not in love/they're so in love

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Minecraft or smth

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some old quick art from last year, drawings are sylas, then marion, and there is an old sketch of cyril as well.

marion and sylas are life partners above all else, but have an open relationship. they were seeing one another while marion was in his first marriage (he is now divorced🎉 we love to see it). sylas and marion now also have a third partner (miles🫶) who we never ended up sketching in this style.

and then, of course, cyril who is marion and sylas' child out of marion's three children. he is especially cute as a child, being very practical with the behaviors of the elderly. he is a lover of crosswords, the stock market, and refers to the members of his family as coworkers, executives and the ceo. but it sadly doesn't last when he grows compulsively attached to drawing.

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ohhhh we are so back, it's all going to be oc posting and lore dumping this yearrr, this was a doodle of our ocs to test out a new lineart pen

anyways..

this is cyril and vic. they are shamefully some of our favorite ocs because they have that pining heavy story, lots of shakespearean tradgedy for these two🫶 vic is an amputee after getting into a car accident as a child, and he will lean on cyril and pretend he is tired when he really just wants attention. they're cute.

very excited to share more. there was kind of this lingering feeling of withholding lore in some kind of precious way, but thats all getting thrown to the wind c:

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the obscene compulsion

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sick to the touch

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Drink the nectar and become that which is pure.

"Valery took care of himself poorly. He always had. For a man his size, he ate surprisingly little, and a grotesque creature in his food was hardly strange. He had eaten more maggots and grubs than he could count, the taste of them writhing in the flesh of rotten fruit was no different than that of stale bread or overcooked meat. The sensation of the mealworms wriggling on his tongue brought a familiar numbness, like sinking into an old, toxic habit. His jaw moved mechanically, almost obediently, grinding the insects between his teeth as his body accepted the sustenance.

Valery chewed as commanded, each bite more disconnected from his conscious mind, his body acting on autopilot. The centipede dangled just above his face, its legs twitching in the air, but it was Ulyana's eyes that he couldn't look away from. Milky, hollow, filled with something otherworldly that he couldn't quite comprehend; something that made his stomach churn and his heart race all the same. The air between them was thick with something more than lust or malice; it was a shared sickness, a bond neither of them could escape, and perhaps neither wanted to. He swallowed hard, the crushed remnants of the mealworms sliding down his throat, leaving behind a faintly metallic taste.

His eyes rolled back into his skull, yellowed scleras disappearing under his fluttering lids as the centipede’s slimy, segmented body hit his tongue with a sickening weight. His molars clamped down, grinding through the thick, brittle exoskeleton with a crack that resonated in his skull, the sensation both revolting and unavoidable. Each crush of his teeth caused the creature to rupture, its dark, venomous fluids flooding his mouth, an acrid tang burning the back of his throat. The noxious liquid coated his tongue like a viscous poison, bitter and sharp, sliding down his throat in slow, torturous waves with each mechanical, instinctive swallow.

The crunching of the centipede’s shell, like dry twigs snapping underfoot, and the slick, wet squelch of its ruptured insides became an unsettling, grotesque symphony. But even this soundtrack seemed distant, muffled, as though the reality of it was being played out in another realm, just beyond his full comprehension. His hands lay limp at his sides, fingers twitching occasionally like a dying insect. His eyes were bloodshot, bulged with veins strained from the effort of suppressing any reaction to the toxins slithering through his system. His throat, tight and raw, constricted against the venom that burned and spread with a dull ache, cramping his muscles, but still, Valery remained disturbingly still, eerily composed. His fingers, no longer under his own control, brushed against Ulyana’s legs where they rested draped across him, the soft fabric of their pants a stark contrast to the throbbing pain in his throat."

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our inky crown…

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happy dungeon meshi thursday!

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our fanon designs for some tmagp characters.

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A small Tma avatar lineup :)

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You deserve the world for that piece of gerry keay art. btw. we love you

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hey guys your gerry art is making me. feel things. well done

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do you have a kofi or do you take commissions?

We do have a kofi! There are a few slots available for commissions if you or anyone is interested c:

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To be dead and still here. - MAG 111 Family Business

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We finished another illustration of one of our tma ocs for a personal project we're doing.

This is Edward (The Penance), a subject of the Slaughter and we included some writing from our expansion of the tma universe c:

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