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@laberinto-perdido and I tried the 15 Minute challenge on Magma! The idea is you sketch for 15 minutes, switch and do lineart, and switch one more time to do the coloring.

As promised, and as part of our art trade, I drew @laberinto-perdido's favorite oc ship, Santaúd. This drawing beat my ass for a week (literally.. my ass is now a pancake after this.) Please enjoy..!

Since Bunny also requested a writing, and has been so kind as to provide writings of her own, I will add something here... for fun!

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Slight glimpses in between hallways or brief sightings from lancet windows were the shreds of evidence he was granted confirming the existence of Santiel. The man was busier than anyone else in the temple, constantly brisking from one assignment to the next with a small book in his hands and, despite his never-ending task list, a new pristine uniform that cloaked his tall stature. He vanished as quickly as he came, almost like a ghost in Ataúd’s peripheral vision.

The temple, and the realm of Cielo for that matter, was nothing more to Santiel than a short rest stop. His real work, and where the bulk of his time was spent, was in the lower realms. Those who noticed his absence, usually sighed in relief, allowing their shoulders to ease. Ataúd, however, felt a slight tinge of disappointment each time he received a visit from a familiar butterfly in the early morning, relaying him a message from its owner. His body was still aching from last night’s intense training, yet he sat up from his bed and offered his gloved hand to the butterfly to use as a perch. 

‘Ataúd, I will be gone for the next few weeks. I hope your lessons are helpful, it seems they have you going through the training of a guardsman, afterall. Until we may meet again. - Santiel.’

The message was brief and to the point, devoid of the warmth that Santiel’s conversational tone would carry. Unfortunately, even a simple message like this was a risk, especially if the wrong person were to somehow intercept it. Still, Santiel took the risk anyway, insisting on sending Ataúd these messengers his way each time he was asked to leave. 

Ataúd carefully walked towards his small window in his room and gently guided the butterfly towards a blooming flower he had been nursing. He looked out the window, hoping to catch sight of Santiel.

Since that fateful night Santiel dragged him out of that eternal fire, a quiet calmness had settled over Ataúd. The emotions which coiled and scorched through him, the ire Ataúd cultivated for what might have been an eternity, silently died without announcing their exit since their hands interlaced. Now, however, they were replaced by an even more intense and devastating emotion, one unfamiliar to Ataúd entirely. 

He turned his back to the window and gathered his training uniform from the hanger. In his old burial, he relied primarily on his spiritual and metaphysical stamina to survive, yet since carving a place for himself in the foreign lands of Cielo, he had to rely on his physical prowess. Any evidence of the delicate, bubbling maña had to be concealed away. Truthfully, he despised his guardsman lessons, and wanted nothing more than to give up the act entirely. 

Anyways...these drawings are phenomenal! very much worth your butt turning into pancakes. Im glad I pushed you to draw Santiel again, I know he isn't easy but he looks great ☆

Hello everyone~!

This is my art blog and my first official post on tumblr in years. I wanted to start by sharing this fun drawing I recently made of my oc, Oro, and @laberinto-perdido's oc, Díante!

Where do I even begin with these two... They have a long history. Originally, they weren't even meant to be a pair, but I guess it must be fate. I can no longer see a version of these two where they are not together, for better or worse.

Feel free to ask about them if you're curious. Unfortunately, I don't have any more writings with them to share at this time (I lost their old au stories as well due to negligence... Even their iconic "God AU" as we like to call it.)

The wood floors creaked and groaned a bit too dramatically for his liking. He paused for a moment and looked ahead cautiously. There on the wall the 'prisoner' was sitting down calmly, the thick enchanted chains rubbed against one another slightly as he took a deep breath in.

"Ah that's a relief! i thought you might have dropped dead accidentally! i hope i didn't keep you waiting too long~" Díante spoke gleefully as he quickly came into view.

He tapped the head of one of his frog soldiers keeping the veil sealed to be lifted so that he could enter.

"i wasn't sure how you liked your food seasoned but i figured it wouldn't matter as long as its burned right?" he tilted his head as he tried to read the poker expression of the other.

"You know, i think you might be the same age as me. We should try to get along." he squatted down and carefully picked up a burned piece of meat. The bitter smell made his stomach clench. "Like for example, i don't even know your name. I'm Díante."

"You have strange way to treat prisoner." the other spoke with a serious angry tone. His light golden hair parted away from his face to reveal a pair of charcoal black eyes.

"Oh? you think so? i'm just trying to be civil, since you did attack me first and i don't even know you!" Díante retorted. "Now, as you will be staying with us for a while, i would like to try and get along-"

"hah, it's just you and the other weakling. hardly a threat."

Díante perked up surprised and scrambled to get up but fell down. "h-hey! that's not true, the others are around-"

"i can break these flimsy chains with magic right now."

Díante chuckled and shook his head. "i don't think so, i saw you do magic before and let's just say you weren't very good-"

He stopped laughing as he locked eyes with a cocky and determined look, quickly it was swallowed by dancing wisps of flames coming out from the stranger's mouth.

"oops..."

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