“While it’s not the same as the coffee from my usual machine, Celeste managed to find an appropriate alternative to my needs for caffeine…Even if she didn’t always got what I said.”
Vinyl Scratch about Celeste Heliopolis
Chapter 5 page 1 (all around page 63)
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“It was like watching two deers frozen in each other’s headlights. So funny! Next day though, I got a bad stomach ache because no-one came to stop me from eating all their dinner…"
Vinyl Scratch on “Sparkles with Velvet”
Chapter 4 page 38 (all around page 62)
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“Octavia wasn’t a loud child. She’d always been reserved about… well everything! Seeing her go wild like this was really shocking. Not a bad thing, mind you! But still shocking.” Quote of Vito Philharmonica, (Confirmed)
Chapter 4 page 37 (all around page 61)
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I should be sleeping. Not writing a children’s story where the child and the monster under their bed communicate at night through little post it notes and eventually become friends.
I have no memory of writing this. …….but I like it
This is a little oneshot I wrote to show you guys my work.
Signe’s POV
I wake up facing the window with the darkness of the night hitting me in my eyes. I groan and role over seeming /name/ isn’t lying next to me. “What time is it?” I question gas I grab my phone, 4:45, great. I quickly jump out of bed but realize that I am only wearing a pair of underwear. I squeak and run to the walk-in clooset and grab a random shirt. My stomach growls so I opt to go downstairs to the kitchen.
Once I am down there I see my girlfriend /name/ cooking pancakes while singing the chorus to ‘counting stars’ by One Republic. I stand next to the entry and wait for her to finish. When she does, I walk up to her and hug her from the back. She jumps and turns around, her face softening into a smile when she sees me. “Oh, how are you this morning?” She asks with a tired smile.
“Amazing, but why was I only in my underwear this morning?” I ask.
In response /name/ laughs as she turns around, “At least you don’t have to wait 5 days to put on a shirt.”
I raise my eyebrow as she pulls down her shirt, my face goes red. There are 5 hickeys on her collarbone. She hugs me and turns me toward the kitchen table.
“Let me finish breakfast, nice shirt by the way!” She yells. I look down to see I was wearing her (fav/band) shirt. We’re the same size so it doesn’t cause any real damage.
I sit down at the table and lay down my head, still tired. I lay there waiting a good 10 seconds until I hear an unholy crash from the kitchen. I run in there to see /name/ on the floor with her head in her hands whispering ‘stop it’.
”/n-name/ are you alright?” I question, genuinely scared for our lives. “G-go, Signe, I-I need y-you to run. Really, r-really fast,” /name/ barely stutters out before she coughs up dark- way darker than normal- red blood. I take another step closer before she snaps her head up in an inhuman speed to look at me.
Her eyes were afraid. So, so afraid. Afraid for me. Afraid of what else was behind her eyes begging- no, fighting- to get out.
“Leave, Signe, I’m trying to save you!” she shouts at me. She never raised her voice at me.
I run as fast as I can to the front door, grabbing my purse and slipping on some flip flops. As I jog to the nearest open convenience store, there would be some staff there and a whole isle of tools if things got dirty, I pull open my phone and call my greatest friend Jack (they are friends instead of lovers here) to confirm my thoughts.
J= Jack S= Signe
J- *yawn* Who’s there.
S- Sean! I need your help! It’s about /name/.
J- Signe! What’s wrong? Please tell me.
S- /name/, sh-she broke down while fixing breakfast, she warned me to run really fast.
J- Oh god, Signe keep running and don’t stop until you are surrounded by a lot of people.
S- But I’m only wearing a shir-
J- I don’t care. /name/ went mad!
I continued running, my legs now shaking from my thoughts being labeled correct. Compared to the times Jack and Mark lost themselves to the demons residing in their head, /name/ would be terrifying.
The two males were crazy and the complete opposite of their usual selves. Murderers. That means /name/ would be cold, merciless, blood thirsty, she would look different. I couldn’t and wouldn’t think of it.
I make it to a shopping plaza, barely anyone there. I run up to a restaurant named Feli’s Pizza with a blonde young man at the counter, a 12 year old red headed girl wiping down tables. The man looks up to shout at me, but the words die in his throat as he looks at me. Wearing a only dirty t-shirt, muddy and sweaty from running for 2 miles, and shaking with fright. I looked dreadful.
The man catches me and shouts at the girl in what sounds like Italian. Soon a red headed man is in front of me, asking if I am alright. I tell him about the happenings of this morning, all the while crying, as he listens. Soon I am wearing a set of clothes from the little girls big sister, whom I hadn’t seen yet.
I was walking around town looking at shops, when I hear a scream. I turn around to see /name/. Only she had (opposite length and color hair) and cat-like orange eyes. She had blood up to her elbows and from the knees down. It also covered the metal bat she was holding. It made me feel sick.
She scanned the crowd, looking for me. Soon her gaze locks on me as she runs towards me. I gather my sense and run away. The security run at her. It is in vain. She in one quick swing knocks them down, dead. They fall like bags of meat.
I run into an abandoned alleyway. It is a dead end, too (so cliche). /name/ closes in on me and smiles menacingly.
“/name/, come on, lets go home,” I say. She just laughs.
“No, it’s not /name/ anymore. It is /anti’s name/,” she grins evilly.
I step forward and hug her. I feel her struggles, at first they nearly break my arms, but they slowly grow weaker. Suddenly I feel tears soaking my shirt. I back up to see /name/, actual /name/, sobbing.
“I’m sorry, I tried to save you”
She backs up, and before I can comprehend anything, I hear a loud thud at the back of my scull. There is a sharp pain and the sensation of falling, then a loud ringing noise.
Anyone likes psychic artwork? This is an almost finished piece of a personal tarot card commission to @mirronx.
My work involves a tarot and energy reading (also some astrology too) to visually transform it into someone’s essence in their own card.
Mirron has such a wise soul, and this piece is coming together so nicely. Such a lovely person to work with, I hope you enjoy the finished result when it gets to you ♥
I bought a 3D printer! That’s why I’ve upgraded myPatreonand plan on making more youtubevideos.
While I wait for it and give myself time to get used to it, I figured I should take a few commissions on the side to try and make back some of the money I spent. Eventually I will be adding in 3D models to the commission list, however I’m still not 100% familiar with Zbrush so taking commissions for that sort of thing makes me nervous at the moment.
Literally everything is on the table. I can notstress just how much I am willing to sell out right now. Furries?I got you covered. Hardcore kinks? My lips are sealed. The most fluffy of romantic scenes? Hell I’ll probably give you a discount if I seriously ship it too. Just ask if you want something!
All of my commissions will be done through Paypal invoices. I’ll only have a few slots open at a time, but I’ll keep this updated as I go.
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If you want to support me but can’t afford commissions or Patreon, please don’t be afraid to just reblog this! All of the help I get is much appreciated, even if you don’t think its much it means the world to me! Thank you all so much!
Please don’t be gone for too long, else your Divyan may develop abandonment issues and will refuse to leave your side, clinging onto your arm until he is reassured that you will not leave him all alone again.
Asdfghjkl I love both Divyan and your character, they’re both so beautiful and eye-catching-
