Imagination Is Both A Blessing and A Curse

So... It have been ages... I was completely absorbed by job, rehearsals, lessons and workshops. And I finally had a surgery I had been waiting for years.

BUT FINALLY I DID IT!

So here it is a second small video I tried to make for @xxpeppermintxx109 "GREEN LIES BLACK HEARTS", a story that truly has changed my existence, and if you people give it a chance, it will change yours too, fr.

And I cannot wait to read their "Veil us in gold"!!!

Also dedicated to my partner in crime @allicentsallure , cause some months ago we actually spent days trying to figuring out how to get good quality voices.

I know this video is not at the same point the story is right now but, unfortunately, the voice generator is not free anymore and the last chapter has been so overwhelming that I keep on re reading it in loop.

back outing myself with what fanfiction I read! please update ;)

EDIT 1: If you're a bit new to art and you're super overwhelmed by the options and you don't know where to start, I highly recommend the morpho series of books

Dedicated always and forever to @xxpeppermintxx109 , because, Sir, you know what I think of your stories and of you being so caring towards the fandom .

And to my bestie @allicentsallure , cause we spent at least three days trying to figure out how to get the voices work. And there are many other sentences waiting to be used 👀👀👀

Just saying... I'm trying to make GIFs with baby Malyn, sweet Malyn, lovely boy. But I start to whine like a dog with toothache each time I try, because Ch. XXI it's the best angsty chapter ever written

LMAO love the “academically speaking” anon sksksk

The chapter is almost done. Just finishing some sections off. It’s a bit of a heavy chapter (obviously) and there’s a lot of shit that goes down. It’s taking me longer to write purely because i need to take breaks for certain sections that are just…whew.

Uhhhh a little tid bit tho…hmmm…

this song and uh…

“Do you love her?”

Aemond ignored the question, staring only at the scarred hand resting upon the blanket. Finally, she had stopped picking. She finally stopped, but Aemond still grabbed her fingers. For just a moment, just long enough to stop her in case she woke.

“She will live?” he asked softly, squeezing Shaera’s hand once more. Once more before he left.

To all the sailors on board the Shaemond ship (cause it's been an honour to play with you)

“I thought you hated me, uncle.” Her words were barely more than a gasp now. So close. They were so close.

They could feel one another’s words pressing into their lips like ink to parchment.

“I think I should, niece” Aemond muttered, tilting his head just enough that if either moved any more, their lips would slot together in the way they both quivered to achieve. “I think I should.”

“But you don’t?”

“I don’t think I can.”

I've been thinking over this drawing for at least a month, maybe since Ch. IX . Then came chapters XIV and XV, the dancing, the lips brushing (and now more 👀👀👀), so I thought this could have not waited anymore.

I am so sorry for proportions and technique mistakes, and also cause Aemond looks more like Tom Hiddleston than Ewan Mitchell.

its a double (ish) feature baby!!! bringing in the new year strong with this super gratuitous and fun piece inspired by glbh, by @xxpeppermintxx109 (i luv ur work tysm for ur updates aaah!!) - this fic has been parked in my brain all month istg 🫠

green lies, black hearts - chapter xvii

summary -

(…)Shaera took in the sight of him with hungry eyes. Steam crawled up his every muscle, the water reflected in his sapphire eye, and the ends of his silvery hair floated on the surface, appearing as liquid starlight(…)

“Shaera…” he moaned as she reached the tip, thumb swiping across the slit, and he dropped his head back as his chest heaved with effort. “Seven Hells…”

“Is this alright?” she asked.

“Yes” —another moan as she squeezed a bit tighter— “yes. Shaera…Seven help me.”

She chuckled at that, stepping closer so she could lean over him. He lifted his head and she kissed him lazily, stroking in the way he seemed to enjoy. He cupped the back of her head, crushing her to him, and they both panted between kisses.

“I don’t think your Seven are here, uncle,” she teased despite her frayed nerves. “If this is sin, I fear they may not wish to watch.”