#halloween2021

Sometimes I need to make a random piece of art to turn off my anxiety and remind myself I can draw. So I finally decided to draw the twins, Tia and Mia in their costumes they wore for Halloween. In other words, what we were actually wore for Halloween this year ^^ So here they are. Tia is Alice from American Mcgee’s “Alice Madness Returns” and Mia is dressed as Eliza Hamilton from the musical “Hamilton”. Hope you all enjoy it!

Tia’s first annual pumpkin carving this year! She did chesire cat from American Mcgee’s Alice Madness Returns!

Another Halloween short chosen by my patrons sorry its late i was at con halloween weekend.

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                                             fic below the cut

You had been warned. Over and over again. Spindly tree branches reach over each other, a cross-hatch of dark oak that covers any starlight that would have guided you back to your village. A cold wind unceasingly blows through your hair kissing your skin with a frigid touch. For a forest so dense there are no cries of birds or rustling of rabbits hopping through the grass. There are only whispers from shadows that are said to drive a person mad.

Every man, woman, and child knew not to enter the woods beyond the hillside. If you had been smart about it you would have simply let the black fox make off with your sack of gold. However, it was all you had made that week and your pantry had more dust than food in it. The moment the fox ran to the forest you knew there was something amiss. A foolish mistake. Perhaps now that bare pantry didn’t matter so much.

The bramble surrounding you is sharp. Running had scraped up your skirts and legs. Your feet were sore and bloody from the wool socks rubbing up the back of your ankles. When you collapsed you swore there was a path that led out of the woods, but as you take in your surroundings there is nothing but thorned bushes and lanky trees.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” A voice cuts through the silence abruptly. You whip your head around, startled by the proximity of the voice’s owner you stumble backward knocking your elbow on a rock. Honey-hued eyes gleam back at you. They would be warm if the smile accompanying them wasn’t filled with sharp teeth. The creature, what you assume is a Fae by the pointed ears that ombre black at the tips, jingles a bag of gold. Your bag.

“I–yes. I’m..sorry if I disturbed you. A fox stole it and I have no food–” Fae, from the tales of your childhood, were vicious creatures that killed humans without remorse. Beautiful and charming, they lure humans to their hollows for a feast. The fae holds a slim, pointed finger to your lips.

“Ah ah,” he says voice creamy and warm, “I don’t bother with reasons, the fact of the matter is that you are here. Where you should not be.” He jingles the bag in his palm watching your every move. You could feel his gaze like a hot poker to your throat. “What comes to the forest on its own accord belongs to the forest.” The gold clanks in his hand again. “And I have no use for gold.”

Before you can protest his hand is on your throat. His sharp teeth catch light from the single gleam of the moon cutting through the branches high above. “D-don’t eat me! Please!” You beg, trembling. The fae blinks curiously then begins to laugh.

“I do not eat human flesh any longer, I prefer the taste of sweets.” He dips his nose down to the center of your throat. “You do smell of strawberry tarts don’t you?” Dirt shifts beneath your back as he puts more of his weight on your torso. “As I said, what enters the forest on its own accord belongs to the forest. If I don’t claim you now,’ his eyes flicker upwards. You follow his gaze breath freezing in your lungs as dozens of pairs of eyes gleam down from the branches. “An inhabitant not as friendly as I will take a bite.” 

from my halloween shorts chosen by patrons; link on sidebar. Patrons pick characters/scenarios each month, have early access to series updates and new fics.

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Sunset threads through your fingers. Softer than the fine silk beneath your knees. Surrounded by the scent of roses and wine you let go of all control in your body. A sharp pinch and the haze begins again in the same way rain falls to the ground in spring. There’s beauty in its consistency yet it seems new and astonishing each time. The world fades in the corners as your heart begins to slow.

Chuuya’s fingers dance along your exposed spine. The dress he picked for you tonight cascades lace two feet beyond your ankles. An elegant black mimic of flames dance up your chest leaving your entire back open to his cold hands. Chuuya only took his gloves off when he touched you like this. Almost like lovers.

His fangs reach deeper until your pulse fills his ears. Each time he fed from you a bit of your life dwindled away. Closer time creeps to the eventual decaying of your heart. Chuuya, though, gave you everything. From luxury to gentle affection to endless nights that left you breathless. Chuuya hums in delight hand squeezing your waist, a subtle reminder of who you belonged to. Not to move an inch. Nothing interrupted this precious time with you, not even an itch on your nose.

“Darling, you’re so sweet nothing could compare.’ Chuuya mumbles in your ear, lips coated in sweet carmine. Dizzily, you slump against his toned chest resting your cheek in the crook of his neck. Chuuya felt like stone and spoke like velvet. There was nothing in the world that could replace him.

“Chuuya.” You say weakly, the faint buzzing in your head making it hard to focus. He licks his lips clean and tilts his head down. Watching the way you sway from bloodloss; each time it lasted longer. Hurt more. Took a few more days for you to recover.

“What is it?” He asks, nearly sounding drunk from your sweet taste.

“You won’t let me die will you?”

Chuuya stills for a moment fingers drawing circles over your lower back. Pressing down until you’re slotted against him fully. “Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this.” He finally responds, eyes falling matte. “You’ll go in your sleep and I’ll bring you back again. Always.” He promises, watching you drift off against his chest.

He remains still eyes slanting to the left where the small door in the wall rattles. She was rather hard to contain but soon she’d serve her purpose. A beating heart for you, and another body to satiate the wolves around the castle. “Always.”

I present 2 of the core ingredients of my account: a black cat and women killing dudes.

10/15/21