Beware, the Siren!

prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak

being weird to a cop

Eating a big sandwich

titties; I won't elaborate

Gaston Leroux full black mask Erik as requested by @i-am-melancholys-child

To answer this post , I’m posting these composition/light studies I did for @i-am-melancholys-child fic “Beneath the Shadows”

TryptoErik For 'Tryptophantom' by @illuminaughti-online ^^

Love this phanfic so much i have to draw it and there's maybe more...(i haven't finished yet

The Roses of Yesterday: Chapter Eight

The princeling took in a deep breath. “I suppose I should say this to you now: when we’ve arrived in Tehran, they will expect you to perform unmasked, if not to be outright introduced to them as such. As an assurance for the safety and security of the Shah and the court, certainly, but also for the sake of satisfying his curiosity.”

There it was—the old familiar hostility always looming around the corner, falling upon everything like eventual rain.

“I expected nothing less.” It seemed, in the quiet which followed, that the crumbling luxury of his cabin—the Caspian itself—dissolved entirely beneath their feet in moments. The loamy waves breaking against the rocks, the magnificent gradient where the sea gave way to setting sun, which in turn gave way to starfall. All were robbed of their beauty as each second ticked by, until both men were left to linger in nothing more than cold, dark truth: that his ugliness was the only reason they shared the same air. He gasped, suddenly overwhelmed, and tapped his fingers against his chest. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I am afraid that once we reach Tehran, you will have little say in how you present yourself to the Shah and his family. And because if you were to change your mind when we’ve docked, there would be nothing binding your dignity to their whims and humors.”

“Dignity! How funny you should speak of dignity to me now, princeling, with hundreds of miles between us and Novgorod. Did you originally plan on telling me this before we set out on our journey? Or were you waiting for me to learn this the moment I am to meet this king of yours? Why now?”

“Because”—was it the death throes of the dusk or did the princeling appear to smile again—”I had taken you for a charlatan then. One of extraordinary gifts, but a charlatan nonetheless, and one who must pay his respects and understand his place in society. But I’m beginning to wonder if you aren’t much, much more.”

an old piece that i forgot to upload :'> i just love drawing his watery boba ahh eyes