Dracula AU where he eats everyone on the Demeter before the ship arrives in England, and now he's stranded himself out in the middle of the ocean. Since he can't die of starvation or aging he spends forever just floating out in the sea with nothing to do and no blood to drain.
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4, 5, 10 and 23 for the artist ask gaaame!
also i adore ur braces!dazai and teen skk art
hehehe thank you so much <3!!
4. favorite thing to draw
right now i'm kinda falling in love with coloring soo i guess pretty skies !
5. least favorite thing to draw
accurate anatomy,,, only because i'm studying how to do it and it's not really that fun hjbsdfn
10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished
most of the time i have 2 sketches! i don't like reworking things too much since the piece could lose its fluidity :') but also that just depends on the piece. if i want something to be more polished and elaborate i'll have a LOT of thumbnails and then draft out the sketch several times before moving on to rendering. a good example of this is my most recent wip
i think i did like 3 sketches for this before i felt comfortable moving on to rendering HSDJNSD the price of being a perfectionist i guess
23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art
if my audience can actually feel the emotions i am trying to convey when they look at my art, then there's really nothing else better than that, right?
have a dazai for your troubles. i have too many of these things in my files
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Somewhere in the streets of Revachol, an officer admires a stray cat, distracted, as his partner stands beside him, watching the man. He only gently chides him, being used to his partner's behavior.
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Barking Harker Cast Snapshot 3: Not Yet Among the Angels
“—most blessed of all, when this now Un-Dead be made to rest as true dead, then the soul of the poor lady whom we love shall again be free. Instead of working wickedness by night and growing more debased in the assimilating of it by day, she shall take her place with the other Angels. So that, my friend, it will be a blessed hand for her that shall strike the blow that sets her free…” —Abraham Van Helsing, Dracula
Here lies the young and beloved girl cruelly stolen from life. Mercifully delivered from unlife.
She lies. And she lies. And she lies.
Put to rest, but restless. How could she be anything else, knowing what the dead know? Not enough, of course. Only what needs knowing to understand she should fear for those she loves. All of them gone away, chasing the monster that put her in the tomb to begin with. They had him on the run. Did they not?
Yes, the monster ran. Her loves and friends followed. Out and away into a dark that swallowed them up and pulled a curtain over their fate. Even the eyes of the dead were blind to whatever followed. All she knows is that something awful has happened. Is happening. Will happen. And she is still moored here by her bones and her bond. Even if she was able, how could she claw her way up to Paradise all of them are…
Oh, but what does it matter if she can do nothing? She is as much mist now as when she was a demon feasting on children. Less than mist, truly. Not even a breeze. What can she do—miserable little gust that she is—when even alive she was so much useless pretty flesh in bed, fretted over and fought for by those who lent their own heart’s blood to her? Yes, she knows that too. Her bleeding bridegrooms emptying themselves into her for nothing, her dear Mina and poor Jonathan laying themselves upon the chopping block to pursue the villain, and now all of them have paid.
All of them are gone. Worse than gone. Worse off than even she in her somber house of marble.
Please, God. If He is there, if He cares, lend her some way to do more beyond the grave than cause harm. Let her help more in death than she ever did in life. Please, please, please. Send her anything. Anything at all!*
*(Dead beggars can’t be choosers, but all things considered, perhaps she might have specified the arrival of something a touch more couth than the pallid woman with the bad smile and worse appetite.)
Barking Harker details here.
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your dragons are cool as hell, is flight rising a hard game to get into?
i dunno.... its a pet sim game so u kinda just get out what u put in. ive been playing for 7 years or so now so i have a huge fucking stock of random shit but like getting money is pretty easy if u find one of the fairground guides and theres so many new genes and colors and clothing pieces compared to when i started that its like.. theres a ton to do and mess w that counteracts the usual "this gets boring after 2 days" of pet sims for me. i go months ignoring the site and log back in to dressup a new dragon and then hop back off tho LOL.
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