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drawing Alice Dyer to cope with the horrors

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小窓

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ🎀⸝⸝🍓✩‧₊˚ your favorite paper doll! 🩰°˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧°.🎀༘⋆

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Vann has an old mean cat she takes care of. One of the last pieces of Calista she has left, this cat doesn’t normally warm up to strangers let alone people she just met..

+ some extras

‘From me to you, 20 years ago’

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sometimes cecil just does that

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since it's almost halloween, I decided to remind everyone about this

The wangxian part of my hualian crossover fic

I don't think you need any context to get the premise, so

Now, I've heard stories about terrifying entities before, of course, but it did not prepare me for how horrifying it would be to see a Necromancer in action.

The report told us that on the outskirts of the city, in an old neighborhood, drunkards began telling stories of zombies and demons roaming in the dark. It was our job to check, and Professor Lan enthusiastically (I'm assuming he was enthusiastic, you know how he is) took the case. The demons didn't seem to cause any harm, just asked weird questions and stole a newspaper once, so I wasn't too worried about my safety. My last encounter ended with me being swiftly sent home before I could see the events unfold, so I even got pretty curious.

We arrived in the morning but didn’t see anything odd until twilight. I thought we would spend weeks there and come back with nothing again and was already thinking of extending our stay. But before I could check the difference in ticket prices, the creature appeared.

I thought that deer was sick at first. The smell coming off of it was foul, like rust and moss, and there was something unnerving in the way it moved, something fundamentally wrong with its weak and shaking posture. Professor Lan didn’t seem surprised or scared it and slowly approached the animal. The deer looked at him with two dead, unblinking eyes. Its jaw unhinged with the sound of breaking bones.

“Lan Zhan,” the creature moaned, voice strained as if its voice chords were dry and torn. The sound made my skin crawl.

Professor Lan, on the other hand, looked star-struck. His eyes shined with an emotion I couldn’t recognize as I’ve never seen his expression change at all.

“It really is you,” he whispered.

“You may say that,” that terrible voice answered. “I was him at some point.”

The ground shook. Hundreds of birds took off the ground, screaming and rapidly flapping their dark wings, covering the sky until the last rays of light could not reach us. I felt a knot tie in the pit of my stomach, my head was spinning so hard it was impossible to see anything. When I could finally breathe again, in front of me stood a handsome young man in black robes, surrounded by three vaguely human silhouettes in red. He was petting the dead animal as if it was a cute little dog. His lustrous black hair streamed down his back like a waterfall, and there was a rusty hue to them that made me think of dirt and dried blood.

“Long time no see,” the man said. “You’ve matured.”

The silhouettes giggled behind him. They turned out to be three young women and two young men with heavy make up. At least that’s what I thought until one of them smiled, revealing a mouth full of bloody, rotten teeth. They didn’t blink. The skin on their hands was old and paper-thin, exposing veins underneath.

“You’ve changed, too,” Professor Lan said, his face so calm I almost thought he didn’t see the laughing demons. “But you shouldn’t reanimate humans.”

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! I haven’t seen you in years, and yet you can’t wait to scold me,” the entity said with a bitter laugh. “Did you miss it? Threatening me with your cute little institute?”

“I’ve never threatened you. I only warned.”

“Of course,” the entity smiled. “Come, drink with me. My friends can walk your intern to the hotel room.” It turned to face me then. “They don’t bite unless you want them to. They can serve food and drinks, some even sing.”

“I would rather be mugged,” I said.

“You, humans, are funny creatures. What, you don’t like demons just because they don’t look nice and pretty? You think it’s disrespectful to let them exist as anything less than beautiful?” The entity mocked. “Oh, but you don’t like when things are too perfect either. That poor little soul, Luo Binghe, didn’t you kill him too?”

“Do they…have their souls inside?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Duh. How else would they find you cute? And Lan Zhan handsome, of course.”

“Oh. I was taught…Well, we assumed you are puppeteering the bodies.”

Professor Lan nodded then, looking conflicted.

“Well. Don’t you want to get to know them, intern?”

So we went our separate ways. The demons told me their life stories in the hotel room for the duration of the weekend, and Professor Lan was nowhere to be seen until it was time to go back.

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starburst 🌟

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big post!! 6 first pages of the intro + speedpaint of the page 4!!

(but you still can support me me on boosty for a $ if you'd like!! 👉👈)

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I hope it's okay if my character is technically pretending and not lying... but I wanted to share a snippet I wrote recently. Those are two partners in crime pretending to be a straight rich couple (I'm a cliche, I know)

Ed led him by the arm to one of the tables closer to the end of the room. As soon as they sat down, the waitress immediately flew over with champagne and a dazzling smile. Erik just nodded silently to her, taking both glasses to hand one of them to Ed. Several couples' gazes were already focused on them as people were desperately trying to remember if they had met before. "To our long-awaited vacation," Erik purred, raising his glass slightly. He mixed a Russian accent into his feminine voice, masking the effort some of the sounds took. The curious onlookers' eyes widened slightly in surprise. Of course, Erik decided to bet on the most obvious stereotype of all. If you don't want to be asked questions about your financial situation, make people believe they, themselves, don't want to know where the money came from. A cheap trick, but a working one nonetheless. Erik grinned into his glass. No matter how much he denied it, they both knew he loved nothing more than to put on a dramatic performance. "This place makes me think of your proposal," he cooed, looking into Ed's eyes. "And everything we did after." Ed cursed himself for the way his insides twisted at that look. To any stranger it would seem that Erik's eyes were filled with admiration and tenderness, but Ed had seen that expression on his face before, and it could only mean one thing: mockery. It was the way Erik looked at a traitor as they tearfully confessed their crimes; the way he looked at a target he found especially pathetic before pulling the trigger. “The champagne is quite good,” Ed said instead of answering.

Xena’s Share Day!!

some of my favorite characters are deceiving, conniving, cunning little liars. from little white lies to big fat fibs! share with us a moment when a character lied!

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just finished page 3 for comic intro's intro (yep, couldnt help but make it) and it's available on boosty 👉👈

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tmagp comic bc I'm not normal about them!!

ep 12

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i am beyond thrilled to share the cover of my fantasy novel, THE HOLLOWS 🗡️💀🖤 coming out November 29, 2024!

Hollowing or rotting, such is the fate of Misttown’s witches.

With its eerie, unfading fog, enchanting shops selling cures in the forms of pastries and flowers, and its crystal market, Misttown is the perfect witchy haven. But when the fog vanishes, replaced by a strange green smoke, and ghosts begin to roam the streets, everything changes.

For Brume, a witch whose modest talents include being haunted by ghost cats, baking heartbreak-soothing treats, and uprooting moss and weeds, her uneventful life takes a dramatic turn. Not only is she the only one able to see the ghosts, but when she loses someone to the smoke, she has no choice but to investigate.

Accompanied by a half-demon, a bone witch, a seer, a necromancer, and a herd of ghosts, Brume embarks on a journey that might do more than solve the curse; she might find herself and the magic she has always been too afraid to embrace.

preorder for THE HOLLOWS is now live on Kindle Unlimited!

*only for ebooks; if you’d like to order a physical copy (paperback or hardcover) please wait until the release✨

Amazing art design by Makomeri

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APARTMENT BLOCK 'B'

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Fem Yilling Laozu!!

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Finding out people in my fyp speak my native language scares me every time for no reason

Like no stop. You don't exist here. This is the letters you use irl, not on the internet. Silly.