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🎃 👻 🦇 100 days until halloween 🎃 👻 🦇

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Cock from Vampire: The Masquerade — Bloodlines (2004)

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"You feel cold..."

Demo Harringrove piece related to the comic 'Bonding' I did a while back

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Feet

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"You feel cold..."

Demo Harringrove piece related to the comic 'Bonding' I did a while back

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King Princess Steve 👑

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Angry!Billy

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#I’m not flayed but sun hates me

Actually me at the beach cuz the sun is my worst enemy…

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Dog Walk

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Dog Walk

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Dylan found a new demo friend for Steve but this one is kind of Feral! (Demo Steve Biting Dylan is @safk-art Demo Steve) where are Billy and Eddie or Dylan’s behavioral Water spray when you need it

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Another, another Billy redraw

Hey guys! Thanks so much for the support on my previous posts, it's really meant a lot to me. Im sorry I havent posted in a while, I've been busy with exams n shit, but I hope another Billy picture will suffice 🤗

Ta Da! ✨️✨️

I started this buggar a few months ago, and its just been festering in my galley for aaaaaaaaaages! The face definitely took the longest (his nose was the hardest to get right, it's just too smooth and perfect), and there was no way in hell I was gonna be able to recreate that background 😅.

On a seperate note, does anyone else think his red shirt is one of his best outfits? Good lord...the tight jeans and slightly oversized red button up tucked into said jeans... It was a fashion statement to say the least. Mwah, chef's kiss🤌

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Into the creepy green light [ch1/?]

Ship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Into the drowning deep (book), Open water (movie), Horror, Merfolk, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Diving, left adrift, man I know shitall about diving all my knowledge comes from films, sorry don't let that bother you it's not essential for the story, Monsters, Sea monsters, Teratophilia, yes eventually just you wait, Happy Ending, take that any way you like, Marine Biologist Steve Harrington, More tags to be added

Author's notes: Unbeknownst to each other we came up with the very same monster AU characters around the very same time with @safk-art, only in different mediums; me in writing, she in drawing. Even though our settings and original inspirations are different and I wrote the two first chapters before I knew of her AU, she definitely has given me ideas how to move on from what I already had written ;) Thus, this is for you Saf. Because I know you get it :D

Summary:

Fishermen's tales are just that - tales. Or so a renowned marine biologist, Steve Harrington thought. He'd heard of a story of glowing algae or plankton living in the shallows 10 miles from the seashore. He would've dismissed it as just a story, but the more stories of it he heard, he came to the conclusion that this was no ordinary luminescent phenomenon. Eager to witness and document it, claiming it's discovery, he set out to a dive that might end up just yet another tale.

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It had been a bad idea. A very bad idea.

The instructor had told Steve that he would take him out to the diving spot, wait there for him, but wouldn’t dive with him. The man had insisted him to sign a document to confirm that.

Despite the clear skies, the signs for a storm had been clear and Steve, with all his experience as a marine biologist, should’ve read them better, should’ve trusted them.

Should’ve known better.

He’d wanted to find out if what he’d been told was true. That there was indeed something strangely moving, glowing algae or plankton in the shallows. His scientist’s ambition to claim it as his discovery, the lure of getting to name a new species, it had gotten the best of him, clouded his judgment.

The storm had crept in unexpectedly and Steve had been underwater when it had hit. He hadn’t found even a trace of any glowing phenomenon. Nothing. And he’d been so absorbed in his search that he’d ignored everything happening above him.

The gravity of his choices only dawned on him when parts of the boat greeted him, resting at the bottom of the ocean.

The sea lay eerily calm when Steve finally broke through the surface. He hesitated for a moment before removing his mask and pulling the regulator out of his mouth, glancing around with a mixture of relief and dread.

Debris from the boat littered the water. A larger piece—the hull—was floating upside down nearby. Reluctantly, Steve swam over, unfastened his weight belt and let it fall into the depths below him and climbing atop the piece, not yet ready to take off his oxygen tank. From up there, the full extent of the devastation unfolded before him. White and black parts, smaller and bigger, here and there, were scattered across the water.

He recalled the coordinates where the boat had been when he’d first dived, knowing he hadn’t yet drifted too far from them since he was still surrounded by the wreckage. Yet, the knowledge was now a cruel irony; he had no vessel or means to reach out for help.

It was every diver’s nightmare: alone, stranded in the open sea and no land in sight—and no way to call for rescue.

The shallows lay just 10 miles from the shore, a distance that seemed both tantalizingly close and impossibly far in the cool ocean water, even in the Californian shoreline. He could try it. He had a compass in his diver’s watch, but he had spent a lot of energy in diving.

But the more he thought of it, the more grim the realization became. He knew the general direction where to aim to but the unpredictable currents could pull him anywhere—or worse, leave him swimming in place, stranded for good.

He was utterly and royally fucked.

He had no food, no water, nothing to help him survive. The thought of maybe, just maybe, him finding the life-raft from somewhere in the wreckage gave him a flicker of hope. There would be clean water, at least, and the raft would give him some shelter. Maybe someone could spot it from a ship or a helicopter. Yet the thought of searching through the wreck filled him with dread.

He was ashamed. Dismissing all the crucial details he usually was so meticulous about, he’d let his pride and the lure of a scientific discovery to make him forget the ocean was unforgiving.

He’d known better.

And the ocean had taught him a harsh lesson with brutal clarity.

He put on his mask and regulator, hesitating for a beat before slipping back into the water to check if there was anything more left of the wreck under him than just the bare outside.

The boat had been torn apart in two pieces and he had stumbled upon the larger one. Unfortunately, it was this portion that mainly held just diving and fishing gear. The other part, the one he’d met on the ocean floor, had all the emergency supplies.

What he found was his watertight gear bag that was tightly roped to the side of the boat. Thank god for small mercies. Once he got back onto the hull, inside the bag he found a small bottle of water, a towel and his clothes. It was something, but not that he did a lot with a jacket and jeans when the nighttime came along in the middle of the sea, in who knows what kind of weather. At least he could add the clothes on top of the neoprene suit. That was something.

He could hang on for a few days. If he was lucky. But unless someone spotted the wreckage, his chances were next to none. The sinking feeling in his stomach was impossible to ignore: the wrecked piece of the boat would eventually submerge, leaving him fully at the mercy of the sea.

Then…the sharks would come.

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Well, something did come.

It was the evening of the next day, and Steve was lying on the remaining piece of the boat that still managed to stay afloat. The sky had been murky all day, and he’d spent most of of it dozing, trying to huddle in his clothes and the towel that helped shit all to keep the cold away. He was shivering, and he couldn’t shake off the sense of impending doom. He was a dead man walking, and he knew it. Part of him was already morbidly hoping for death.

Suddenly, there was a knock. Then two more followed.

Unsure if the sounds were real or a figment of his imagination, he sat up to look around, his senses on high alert.

His eyes widened in disbelief as the water beneath the wreckage was glowing with a faint green light.

Another knock. Then, nothing for a while.

Steve’s curiosity almost got the best of him, and he leaned further to see into the water, hoping to catch another glimpse of the glow. Just as he did, the wreckage was suddenly pushed up from the side, sending Steve into the water with a shriek, along with his oxygen tank, the bottle of water, and his towel.

The cold hit him like a bucket of ice. He knew instantly that he would die tonight, no doubt about it.

Yet, amidst the panic, a surprising calmness settled over him. It felt oddly fitting that he would die here, in the sea. He would be buried in it, in the one thing he had felt close to and been intrigued by his whole life. What would be more suitable in the end than to become one with what he had dedicated his life to.

However, he was still afloat, and he turned to look at the wreckage. It tilted, slowly sinking, yet he swam around it, desperate to reach the side thrust high into the air.

But it was useless. It was too high, and he didn’t reach it.

Something darted through the water, catching his attention. He scanned the water and saw the eerie green glow swirling below him in the deep. It was advancing, slowly ascending, unmistakably not algae nor plankton, but something entirely different.

Suddenly, something brushed against his leg, and he let out a scream. His heart pounded in his chest, clawing its way through his sternum—and then the something took hold of both of his ankles, yanking him underwater.

Panic surged through him. He trashed, kicked and pulled, fighting desperately to free his legs and trying to reach the surface, his screams bubbling into the water as he expelled all his precious breath.

But then, amid the chaos, a strange calmness seeped in as he found himself enveloped by the brilliant neon green water. He was still being pulled deeper from his ankles, and he knew he was just moments away from death. Yet he marveled at the ethereal beauty surrounding him. The glow was no mere fishermen’s tale, as it had been dismissed to be.

And just like he’d hoped, he indeed was the first scientist to witness it, yet he could never study it, never be able to share the wonder with the world.

Finally, the grip on his ankles was released. Something swirled around him so fast that the current it created spun him helplessly in the water. It was what lulled Steve into unconsciousness.

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Uniform swap doodle for the Harringrove lads

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Expectation vs Reality

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