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I'm starting to post a new Azris fic next week and Azriel is gonna make the prettiest Captive Prince Shadowsinger!

I started with willow charcoal, then went to compressed charcoal and chalk pastel. Here's how it built up... I love seeing all the changes it goes through 😊

Thanks Pip for all the plotting already and Mist for getting me so excited by this idea, love you guys xxx

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“Beron tortured you?”

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Azriel, from my recently completed prison AU, Fresh Meat -- aka @pippsmcgee 's neverending birthday present. How much did I enjoy finger-painting this chest? I'm not telling, I'm too ashamed of myself.

Things I like about this: the torso, especially the anatomy of the neck and shoulders. The looseness of the tiles and how their style contrasts with the body.

Things I will do better next time: the foreshortened face, which is terrible. He's not supposed to have a snout. The expression (why is he so pissed off? Let's say it comes from an early chapter.) The arms, which clearly did not capture my attention.

Anyway that's it, Fresh Meat is now officially done and dusted. Better start something new eh 😁

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Comfy little au because words are hard right now.

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You can pry azris from my cold hands

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Mortician's Ghost

Happy birthday to the amazing @talibunny30!! 🎉🎉🎉

You have given so much to the Azris community, and I felt like it was high time you got something back. You are a warm, wonderful person, and you deserve the world. I hope you'll enjoy this story, and that you'll appreciate all the little details that were added just for you. Your husband has been supplying me with tips, so it should be in your spirit (no pun intended).

The lovely art is made by @fourteentrout, and I am so SO happy with how it turned out! Thank you, Trouty!! Thanks is also owed @chunkypossum and @iftheshoef1tz for helping me polish up the words, I'm so lucky to have you as my betas. And thank you to @acourtofladydeath for answering all my macabre questions on autopsies and embalming. There were a lot.

Tali, earlier today you said to me that to be known is to be loved. Hopefully this will make you feel very much known ❤️

Much love, Lint

Slightly morbid excerpt under the cut, first chapter on ao3.

He had to be near comatose with exhaustion; it was the only explanation why he hadn’t recognized the name before unzipping the bag, only going through the automatic motions of his day-to-day work. But when his table had unexpectedly been occupied by the cold, vacant body of his high school bully, Azriel woke up damn abruptly. Heart skipping a beat before thumping hard against his sternum, Azriel stared down at Eris Vanserra in disbelief and horror as he took in the large, crude Y-incision across his chest. There was no discernible movement, no pulse running beneath the skin that in life had been so very fair, but now, in death, only seemed sickly. Which was highly ironic, Azriel thought, as Eris Vanserra would never get sick again. His gaze trailed from the incision up to Eris’s gaunt and tight face, to the jaw that had to be held in place with ties. It felt jarring how there was no crooked smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, especially when Azriel could still see the image of it so clearly. He had unwillingly been on the receiving end of it enough times to remember, even if he had tried to give back as little attention as he possibly could. It hadn’t really worked, anyway. But none of that mattered now, did it? It happened so long ago, surely he had to be over it by now. Anything else would be pathetic, wouldn’t it? They were both grown now — Azriel swallowed against a rough lump in his throat, his forehead wrinkling. At least one of them was. At least he was. The Vanserra dirtbag, on the other hand… Azriel’s gaze fell back to him. The freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones should have stood out more against the pallid complexion, but it was as if they had been washed out. It was like someone, in their erasure of his life, had made too broad a sweep, erasing and blurring the edges of what made him human. And even with the eyelids closed, Azriel knew that the color beneath was close to the whiskey he was seriously starting to crave. At least, that had been the case back when the redhead had reveled in every taunt he could throw Azriel’s way. His irises had used to ignite with malicious glee before he would sling clever lines in between rows of lockers, or snarl slurs over his shoulder at the cafeteria. Now, Azriel knew without pulling back the lids, there would be a white sheen over that strange amber, as if someone had diluted the whiskey with milk. Never mind the eyelid caps that were most likely already in place to aid in the illusion that Eris’s body wasn’t already decomposing, that the eyeballs were probably deflated in their sockets —

The rest of Chapter 1: Haunt is up on ao3 :))

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Old WIP of long hair Eris 🍁

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as the poll decreed

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For @greenvelvetcouture who set me off with this lovely image.

Also, @vermilionskiinmorning got inspired the same and it's so awesome! Loved seeing how we both approached things! Watching two completely different images emerge from the same place is like magic :)

Watercolour and pen, but you can tell that watercolour scares me and makes my fingers stiff and anxious; try as I might to be free with it like I usually am with charcoal or pastel, I'm so aware that any slip is potentially unforgivable. Boo, loosen up Tess. Also I feel like I might just need to do a lot more layering? I dunno, if anyone's good with watercolours tell me the secrets.

Anyway, a few shots here to show process (because I love seeing other people's) and how the gold behaves. Also, I totally wanted to put him in some mad colours, I bet the boy wears so much pink.

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The official velidewrites guide to doodling back!Lucien (Backcien):

Realize you know absolutely nothing about back anatomy. Be unwilling to learn

Hurriedly look up 2,000+ references on Pinterest

Give up and go to Reddit (big mistake)

Get distracted

Open drawing app and start doing whatever

Remember its 2pm and you're technically supposed to be working

Reschedule Teams meeting (you're so sorry, you didn't realize you were double booked. anyway)

Back to Backcien (pun intended)

Hope for the best. Do NOT clean up anything

Hit post and never look back

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importantly, this is exactly how i think Eris sits

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WIP Wednesday: Ghost Azris

Easter's done, and I HAVE RISEN, but sadly, Eris did not :(

Did anyone order an Azris ghost modern AU with a snazzy Vanserra phantom and sad wet rat Azriel? Here, have a lil taste:

He has never been much of a believer. He doesn’t believe in God or something bigger than humanity, not in the goodness of others or the integrity of society, and he certainly does not believe in himself.  No — Azriel does not believe. He refuses to.  But over the last couple of days, his ironclad resolve has begun to rust. It’s not really a question of belief when the evidence of something more is right in front of him. When he sees the handle of his bedroom door shake and move violently, hears the screeching of his dresser being dragged against wooden floors, even though no one is there, Azriel flees under the blankets on his bed, panic stricken, like a child seeking irrational protection against monsters in closets.  The temperature of the room is rising steadily, uncomfortably, until it feels like a furnace underneath the sheets now clinging to his body. Even from his hiding place he can tell that the lights are flickering. His hair is sticking to the sweaty skin around his temples and forehead, making him feel claustrophobic. Azriel is desperate to remove the blanket from above his head, but his galloping pulse is screaming at him to keep hidden.  When those steps again make their appearance as creeping, too-heavy creaks in the floorboards, Azriel holds his breath and tries to make his body even smaller, almost stooping to praying that the thing can't hear his frantic heartbeat. There is a vibration in the air that feels so electric he can nearly hear it, making his dry tongue taste of metal and the moistened sheets static against the goosebumps on his skin. And when the languid steps halt right next to his nightstand — when it feels like the room has been sucked into a vacuum void of any other sound or feeling — he clasps his hands over his mouth to keep from crying out in fear.  An arid wheezing like someone choking echoes through his skull, like a radio between channels, until the owner of the grim voice seems to remember how to speak. Azriel feels nauseous when the painfully familiar drawl finally purrs the words, “Well, hello, Azriel. Did you miss me?” 

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Hello, yes, have you met our lord and savior Marcel P? No? Well, then let me introduce you in Words We Use in the Shadows.

Speaking of autistic gays, and all

why does oscar wilde take 150 pages to write something he could literally say in a paragraph

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My really fast sketch of Eris ❤️‍🔥

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i’m laughing so hard cuz like sjm’s desperate need to make all her characters the most alluring attractive fuckable things anyone has ever seen no matter what’s going on gives us some incredibly compelling homoeroticism. wdym 1. cassian thinks eris is pretty and 2. all he can see in this moment is eris’s pretty face. wdym his fist is aching to make contact with him bsffr