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Final piece for Corrin on Toyhouse!

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Swan Song

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Dimitria (he/him) has qualities that are... unusual to other Yharnamites. His blood is deadly when exposed to men who have since turned into beasts. His regenerative qualities are unlike any other's, but he scars easily. His eyes are piercing and could spot a needle in a haystack.

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me when the yuri is toxic and codependent

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working on some new bloodborne ocs!

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hi. enjoy (i love my ocs)

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thinking about pretty ladies

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thinking about pretty ladies

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thinking about pretty ladies

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im way too fond of her okay

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welcome to saturns art dump! this week i drew: jack shit :) school kicking my ass!

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Heartloss

He’s fallen.

She doesn’t know when or how it happened, only that the trail of bloody footprints iced her heart over with the frost of an impending snowfall. She doesn’t know how long he’s been gone, but the logical part of her takes over, at that point — she can’t afford to be so emotional in a time of crisis.

He’s heavy, and she drags him unsteadily with her hands pinned under his armpits, constellations birthing and dying in the pools of her eyes. When the dam spills, with him tucked into his bed — he’s just sleeping, she tells herself — the starlit teardrops trace the outline of her cheekbones like a caress.

His apartment is hollow and lifeless, an empty husk of what it used to be. Everything is just as it was before: the organised chaos of his work notes scattered across his desk, various makeshift paperweights delivered to him by a friend long ago, unwashed dishes in the sink that have been sitting there for stars know how long. Despite this, something cold and frozen has settled over the space; it’s like a breath held ad infinitum. She finds something rattling in her chest every time she breathes in, as if she’s inhaling death itself.

She can’t stay there very long before the telltale tremble in her bones threatens to break free.

So, instead, she busies herself with research. Searching for a way to cure him, as if death is just another ailment. She sits for long hours in the library, ruffling the pages of ancient tomes. She searches the deepest and darkest corners of the starweb, dealing in secrets. Everywhere she looks, though, reaches the same familiar disappointment of a dead end.

There is a way. Something so taboo and forbidden, something irrevocably tied with the rise of the void deimity all those years ago. She’s known this from the beginning, but now her hand is forced — she either has to accept his fate or betray everything she’s ever believed in.

She’ll betray everything, for him.

She clutches a crumpled yearbook photo in one hand — a cleanly printed L peeks out from between her fingertips — and draws her hood low over her face. She’s committed, now, and the idea makes her smile a little as she considers how uncommitted he was, before. Then again, there’s never been a moment where she doubted her loyalty to him.

To Obi.

She descends into the Underneath with the sole objective to bring him back from the clutches of death, whatever it takes — even if it means taking his soul from the dreamscape by force.

Even if it means raising him again. And she will raise him: weeks later, she watches some semblance of life bleed into his eyes as they snap open, his body falling to pieces with the decayed touch that all revenants experience.

Weeks later, she watches as the ancient demands their payment. She watches her own hands clench into fists as she admits that she can’t afford it, that she’s just a student. And she watches as they smile, as if they expected that, and chain him to them with a covenant of steel.

But she’s betrayed herself once for him, and she’ll do it again.

A doctor never kills, but she does. What does that make her?

As she stands over the still shaking form of the ancient, she knows she’ll never be able to wash the blood from her hands. It’s tattooed onto her soul, and when the time comes, she’ll be judged alongside all the murderers and torturers and sinners of this world. Her breaths come sharp and quick, matching her staggering gait, and it’s only his arms quickly wrapping around her that hold her together. She’s seconds from falling apart and scattering to the wind, ashes on the chilling breeze of winter.

He’s here. And he’s free. She tries to convince herself that it’s worth it.

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Hiiii

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Lovers in lavender

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🩸 Astarion 🩸

Larian Studios thank you so much for the opportunity to contribute to this incredible adventure!! I'm happy to work with you and you guys are really making history! 🖤

I would also like to thank Neil Newbon for the voice of Astarion! I'M REALLY READY TO SQUEAK WITH DELIGHT EVERY TIME I HEAR HIS FLIRTATIOUS INTONATION!! THANKS FOR THAT! 😳

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butterfly

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working on some new bloodborne ocs!