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"If we both go crazy, we'll go crazy together, right?" "Yeah. Crazy together." - watercolour, pencil on watercolour paper

Everyone moved on but I stayed quite literaly because I watched episode 5, then had to go without netflix for two weeks

look below the cut for a bonus (spoilers for season 5)

 "I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am." - Frankenstein (2025)

Hello Tumblr! It's been a million years! I moved my art posting to instagram a long time ago now but it's not really a great place for artists anymore so I decided to come back to tumblr.

Here's some fanart I did of Takarzuka's Castlevania adaptation! I'm very excited to see the show when it comes to Tokyo in August!

For this piece, I tried to do mixed media. Promarkers, watercolours and a digital background. I have no idea if it looks good or not, maybe it's a bit "graphic design is my passion"? I dunno but I'm trying!

"My place was never in this world. I sought and longed for something I could not quite name. But in you I found it." - Frankenstein (2025) - watercolour and pencil on watercolour paper, with a spot of digital touch-up (full page including paint swatches under the cut)

The Wheeler Siblings

watercolour, promarker pen, pencil and fine liner on watercolour paper

“I-I killed him”

Inej stood there, eyes fixed on the bloody knife in her hands, hands trembling.

Kaz knew he had to do something. Move toward her, lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, tell her it was going to be alright. But that was not who he was, that was not who they were. 

If it were a trick, I’d promise you safety. I’d offer you happiness. I don’t know if that exists in the Barrel, but you’ll find none of it with me. 

One of the first things he’d said to her when he’d offered her this job. She knew what she was getting into, she knew she would have to use her knives eventually, but still, he couldn’t help but feel sorrow for her. Inej was brave and defiant, never faltering in her beliefs. As much as he scoffed and mocked her for her faith, although he hated to admit it, he admired her for it. Despite everything she had been through she still believed. Long ago perhaps there had been a chance of that for him too. But no, in his darkest hours, it was not the hand of any saint that reached out to him, but the dark promise of vengeance that pulled him from those murky waters. Inej though, she had resisted that voice at every turn, even with the sharpest set of knives in Ketterdam strapped to her chest she had never brought down the hand of judgment to make the killing cut. I won’t betray my faith She had told him. But tonight she had, in a church, under the eyes of the saints she held so dear, she had turned from them, for him. Any second later he would have been dead, head smashed against the cold stone tiles. With the choice between his life and eternal damnation, she had chosen him. He stared at her hands, they were loose on the blade, ready to fall from her hands at any moment, the last thing they needed was more noise to draw the Stadwatch to their location. 

“Inej listen to me.”

She did not look up. Eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He wanted to take his hand and move her face towards his, force her out of this spell, make her look into his eyes and let her know she was safe. But that was an impossibility he was not ready to challenge. Instead, he repeated her name, insistently this time “Inej.” 

Her eyes finally broke free and met his own. Brown irises shining in the candlelight. His mouth went dry.

“You saved me life.” He managed to get out, stressing every single word to make her know that whatever guilt she was feeling right now, she did not need to ask her saints for forgiveness, and that… He didn’t know what this feeling was? Was he grateful, indebted? He felt the warm glow of something inside his chest. He pushed it away. 

He looked at her hands again, still shaking. They were so small, so soft. He wondered for the first time what it would feel like to hold them in his own. He reached out a gloved hand, it hovered there, just above hers, one more step, his mind went blank. What did he want to do? What was meant to happen now? He was so close he could feel her stuttering breaths on his neck, could feel her eyes looking up at him through her lashes. She was waiting too, a silent understanding. His hand brushed the tops of her knuckles, the waves rushed in. He couldn’t breathe. He was drowning. It was no use.  He could never be that person. Never be the man she deserved. Instead, he carefully took the hilt of the blade, and coaxed the knife from her frightened fingertips. It was better this way.

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Hello!

Yuzuka Rei as Ijuin Shinobu from Haikara-san