Arachnovæ

My name is Nova and appearently, I am old now.

I've been an artist for close to 15 years; a traditional printmaker by trade, but a neurotic bohemian by heart. 💙 And a wannabe game dev.

Besides art, I also love videogames, classic literature, cats and music.

Art you can encounter here include:

sketches (#sketches)

studies (#studies)

painting (#painting)

works in progress (#wip)

character references (#reference)

watercolor (#akvarel)

comics (#komiks)

printmaking (#tisk)

body horror (#body horror)

LGBTQ+ content (#lgbtq)

dicemaking (#diediedie)

digital art (#digital)

Enjoy to your heart's content. I appreciate your visit!

list of fandoms and other blogs below ⬇️

Tichomir the OC: studies

feat. japanese washi tape i bought from kaš-mi-daš

Tichomír is a war veteran. He was recruited by the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy to fight in the Great War and was captured by the Russians, which led to joining the Czechoslovakian legionnaires. He came back a hero; but instead of pride and gratification, Tichomír felt out of place. He watched friends, superiors and peers alike die by a bullet shot by a force much bigger than any one of them could begin to comprehend. At first, he felt rage - then came the guilt and grief, for not saving them, for surviving. Ultimately, he felt nothing.

Although society in 1927 respects Tichomír, they also see him as a recluse that stopped cutting his hair taking care of himself and as someone who withdrew into reading books rather than face the world in the post-war period. Tichomír doesn't mind, though; in fact, he's glad he doesn't get too close to people. In his mind, how could they understand anyway - the war has aged his soul and frozen his heart. Now he's just a shell of a gay man.

„Ten jeho pohled bude jednou jistě moje smrt,“ povzdechl si. „Cítím to v kostech, doslova. Jako by mi průvan pronikl pod kůži a vpustil mi do oběhu čerstvý, svěží život. Když se na mě podíval, přirozeně jsem se zapýřil; když ale promluvil, všechno začalo dávat smysl. Bylo to nesnesitelné.“

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Můžete mi říkat Janek,” odpověděl navzdory veškerému svému zdravému rozumu. Janku, ty tele! spílal si v hlavě. Každá buňka v jeho těle hořela studem; každý detail toho, co řekl nebo jak se pohnul, se zdál tak strašlivě potupný.

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„Prosím?“ Tichomír se sklonil blíž k Jankovi, aby ho lépe slyšel. Jankovi se trochu zamotala hlava, když se na něj upnuly tmavé oči. Měl chuť zakřičet: Nekoukejte na mě! A u všech svatých, hlavně mě nenechte znovu promluvit!

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Jako by ho proťal blesk; spadl do vody; rozvířil krev. Vysoký muž byl sluncem; a on jen smítkem prachu, zviditelněn paprskem planoucí hvězdy. Jeho pohled byl oslňující – Janek si netroufal pohlédnout přímo do jeho zaslepující záře. Najednou mu všechno kolem přišlo cizí, odvrácené, nerozeznatelné od okolního šumu.

Otočil se na Boženku. Nebyl schopen si vzpomenout, co se sluší a patří: vydatný tlukot srdce mu ztěžoval dýchání i myšlení. Doufal – možná marně –, že si toho všimne a nebude muset mluvit těmi ústy, co měl na obličeji. Teda aspoň doufal, že je ještě má na obličeji. A obličej na hlavě. Patří na hlavu? Nebyl si příliš jistý.

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As if struck by a lightning bolt; like sunken underwater; like blood boiling. The tall man was the Sun; and he was a speck of dust, illuminated by the light of a burning star. His gaze was dazzling - Janek did not dare look right into its blinding glare. All of a sudden, everything around him felt strange, distant, indistinguishable from the surrounding noise.

wedding

wip

inspired by one very particular wedding.

roses are red

so is the wedding

wip

"by train"

wip

i'd like to take this opportunity to thank my parents and all the teachers that never believed in me 💙 🏆

Janek the OC: studies

Janek is an eccentric, slightly self-absorbed young man living in the year 1927 as a poet. He is widely regarded to be under the wing of his patron, Božena, who took it upon herself to discover and support up-and-coming young males poets in interwar Prague.

He is popular with the ladies, mostly because he is sensitive and willfully ignorant about being bisexual. He is also kind of a social butterfly, one that gets heated over every and any topic related to literature he likes.

loves me

it's a rainy day - that means it's a good day. we must seize that shit at once

in the meantime...