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Happy Halloween! 🎃

More Witch Hat Atelier Fanart~ I suddenly had an urge to paint Coco's swirly hat as transparent, like water.

Not sure if Brush Buddy is happy to be safe and dry inside the hat or trapped in a hat made of water 😂

Here's a quick timelapse (sorry the quality is low res still, I'm trying to figure out a better way to do this since SAI that doesn't have a built in timelapse feature.) The full video recording is in high res and hours long. It will be DMed on Patreon on Nov 5th!

“It’s too late to change your mind now,” Istok said. His voice was pure velvet.

Ewan swallowed hard, keenly aware of the blood now pounding in their neck, driving the chemicals of pure arousal thundering across every inch of their body.

Istok ran a cold finger up Ewan’s exposed shoulder, tracing the carotid artery and savoring the warmth he would never feel again in his unlife.

“I’m ready,” was what Ewan tried to say, but the only sound that escaped their mouth was a hoarse whimper, a sound of pure supplication.

Istok grinned, and in the fire-light of the bedroom his monstrous fangs stood out against the dark walls. His mouth opened wider and wider, inching closer to Ewan’s neck as that ice-cold finger became a forceful grip around their nape.

The anticipation stretched to forever. Ewan was held in place by magic, by lust, and by the supernatural strength of Istok’s hand. Istok took his time, this would be the first he had fed in an age. There was pride in his deliberate approach. This human was more than food, they had managed to breathe life into Istok’s long-dead heart. And yet, when the vampire’s fangs first touched that taught skin, all of those beautiful thoughts were burnt away by hunger. The puncture reverberated in Istok’s skull, sending him into a state of pure carnal delight. Blood was in his mouth now, metal and thick and so very hot. Hotter than Istok could remember. It was ambrosial as it coated his tongue and spilled down his throat. Like a powerful liquor it burned and intoxicated him more and more. He could hear, miles away, the gasping of his victim, but it was drowned out by the sanguine music of the spheres.

Weekend fullbody comms are open! 6 slots available, $100 each. They will be drawn live on stream this Saturday and Sunday (each day starting around 1 p.m, GMT + 01:00) Claim a slot via this form:

Fullbody comms are open! 6 slots available, $100 each. They will be drawn live on stream this SUNDAY and MONDAY (each day starting around 1 p.m, GMT + 01:00) Claim a slot via this form:

The Eyes of God, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence