#*vera

[shisasan]

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[promniight]

Some residents of the garden of delights :] 🦋🕊️

[thecollectibles]

Clouds by Vera Velichko

[dykefyre]

glinda upland and elphaba thropp + onion headlines (part one)

[metamorphesque]

Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova

[moon-walkman]

big fan of how this news is spreading like wild fire through the fandom

edit: guys disregard this i don’t think it’s on there anymore

[freshlydelivereddarce]

Vera Visham lore

[ot3]

My piece for the @aa-spring-swap! I love a nice fandom exchange when the time permits it. This gift is for @krowmanticism, who gave the prompt:

this one's totally insane and self indulgent, but i've been thinking about an aa4 ghost trick au with vera misham as the protagonist, who communicates with the living through paintings!! it'd be so cool to see what someone might come up for this. :]]

Vera's a side character I'm really fond of but haven't done anything with before, so I thought this would be fun to work on. It definitely was! More below the cut.

I think there's a lot of good potential here I could probably spend a month straight just jotting down notes for how this would all work narratively and logistically. So I just put together some fun conversational snippets until I ran out of space in tumblr's image limit.

Sprites and backgrounds are here should anyone want to play with these toys themselves.

Working on the background was probably the trickiest part; originally I wanted to try and redraw the drew studios background in the ghost trick style, but I realized pretty quickly I wouldn't be able to finish something like that within the time constraints for this event, so I tried to collage a little something together out of the actual game's assets. It was a bit finnicky but I feel like it came together well! Hope you enjoy!

[eatsbooks]

46 SHIMMER + 49 NIGHTFALL

dealer’s choice babyyyie whoever you like

veris + shimmer, nightfall

The banquet is polished and glittering, a coldsnap to the air that Eris staves off with a cocoon of warmth. It is as intimate an affair as such things can be, with each court represented only by their High Lord, his chosen paramour, and the select few nobility made to feel special in their accompaniment. He chose his own only to silence their bemoaning for a blessed week — perhaps two, if he has any luck left to him.

At his side, Vera sits as dull and unremarkable as she has been raised to. Her mouth is closed and kept in perpetual pleasantry, until someone poses her direct question, at which point she looks, unfailingly, to him before being so bold as to answer. She has her hands neatly crossed one over the other in her lap, except when habit brings her to refill his glass before its level can dip too low. The food on her own plate remains as untouched as it can without causing offense, though he knows she has not eaten since the day has broken.

The thought strikes him unbidden: Beron would be proud to see her represent his court as a female ought.

Eris adjusts his weight in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. He washes away the sudden acrid of his tongue with a sip of wine. This only brings the burn down into his chest.

Hesitant as a newly born fawn still to find its footing, Vera reaches over to slip her hand into his. He looks over to find her watching him now, quiet admission in her eyes, where only he is allowed to see her true. There are too many around, both of his court and beyond, for him to tug her in close, bring her into his lap, murmur against her ear that which she needs him to.

Instead, Eris crowds overbearingly into her space, like his father used to do to his mother when she needed correction in public, and says, “If I have to listen to these two prattle on for another moment, I’m going to cause incident.”

Vera is careful not to smile, but he feels her mirth between them all the same. The first of anything he has felt at the bond since they arrived here, in this roomful of more folk than she has known across her life.

“We wouldn’t want that.”

“No,” he agrees. Then, “There is a garden on the grounds.”

“After you.”

Eris gestures for his guards to stay as they make their egress, to keep watch over the others of his entourage in his absence. He keeps a hand on her low back as he leads them out of the hall, and she remains close to his side until they are out of the palace entirely.

She does not need to tell him how relieved she is to be free of the trappings, away from the crowd, alone together in the open world. He can read it on her bearing: the loosening of her shoulders, the softening of her expression, the light returned to her eyes as she pushes ahead into the falling snow.

The whole of her, indeed, begins to glow now.

“Oh,” Vera delights, pointing off of the trail they follow. “Look.”

With some difficulty, Eris pulls his eyes away from her.

A grove of pomegranate trees, their branches heavied with fruit, shadows reaching from them like fingers. Even with the moonlight reflecting off the wintry ground, their color is that of blood, long-dried, death-dark.

Vera starts for them, making it two paces before she stops herself. She looks back at Eris then, pale and apologetic — but he takes solace in her forgetting herself, even if it was only a moment. There was a time when she would not have dared forget herself at all.

If he had not been so preoccupied with this, he might not have said, “Go on.”

“What are they?”

“Bring me one, and I’ll show you.”

She smiles, lovely and bright at her mouth. “As bid, my lord.”

Eris will play this moment out endlessly in the weeks to come. He will unspool it, pull each thread to fraying, then loop them back, so tightly they cut into him. He will notice the eagerness of the tree she chooses, her steps unconcerned with him at her back to keep her safe. He will spot the unnatural depths of the darkness, the way it yawns and quivers like an opening mouth. He will imagine spearing his flame through it and casting it away before it even has the chance to bite down.

But in the now, all Eris can do is watch as the night falls over his shimmering drop of the moon and the Shadowsinger eats her whole.

[u3pxx]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE! 💍💐‼️

my piece for the @aaweddingzine which is now open for leftovers!

extra stuff/commentary under the cut | like what i do? support me on ko-fi ❤️💜

i also ramble a lot more on the behind-the-scenes pdf for this zine that you can also get with your purchase >;^] i also drew some nifty matching icons for the zine! (hint: it's time for divorce)

you know me, i'm incredibly klapollopilled, of course i'm drawing these two suckers for the wedding zine! <3 something about klapollo marriage makes me incredibly emo so i'm very glad for the opportunity to go all out so i can be EXTRA emo about it 😈

if i remember right, i think this idea came to be when i thought about the image of klavier bursting into tears as he lifts up apollo's veil and it all went from there LOL (also so psyched i get to draw him in a barong tagalog <333)

everything got so much more ambitious, though, from that initial idea! i drew like what (i am counting the number of characters in the spread right now as i type) 40-ISH CHARACTERS ALL IN ALL?! (WHAT THE FUCKDFGDHJ) and i even had to cut out some of the characters i originally had in the sketch 😭 (sorry gumshoe, kay, and seb/eustace ....)

i drew this like a year ago and i'm still so proud of this piece! i don't think i can achieve this level of rendering again, it's been so long i forgot how to do it LMAO

(also i can never reopen the file for this thing again bc it makes clip studio want to dieeeee DFSGHDJ so many layers ...)

another thing, i was working on this in tandem with my piece for the mea culpa zine; do you know how funny it is to draw apollo having such a happy moment and then draw him dying 😭 the contrast, the whiplash

that's all i have to ramble about i think, i'm so so so amazed at this zine bc my zinemates truly made some spectacular pieces of art! :"^D if you have the chance, please do check it out! 💗

[shisasan]

22 January, 1973 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[harajuno]

He's Liquid Smooth.

[promniight]

She brave on my gang till we save the cookie world

[snailianz]

In the wake of the devil