#clockwork manipulation

Send him in, Tuff.

screw this, I'm doing it

a fanart of kit-replica and fangirltothefullest's CM!AU :DD I showed this to Kit, and apparently he liked it x3 so might as well post it yeah? I wish I discovered CM!AU sooner, because its amazing!

As a big-ass thank you to kit-replica for being so supportive of me, I wrote this. Based on Clockwork Manipulation - by kit-replica and fangirltothefullest.

The Creator

Let me make you my own doll. I’ll tear you apart to make you whole… The artesian is a brittle thing – for genius and madness are all but twin. The difference betwixt is but that of raw passion, and how you portray your love, in what fashion.

Do you see the care in these gentle hands as they tear away the flaws of man? Do you see the detailing here, where your creator lulls you away from fear-

You will want to be broken down for parts, as long as your creator fixes your heart. You will be alone no more, But you will be better than ever before.

Your beauty will be a reflection of him- he is your maker, and you are his whim. His hands craft your body and words craft your soul, he’ll tear you apart to make you whole.

Let them see! Let them see! For the damage is done. Let the pain and the beauty merge into one. Like clockwork, a show for the world to view - for you are his doll, and also his muse.

The artesian is a tenuous thing - possessive and wild, caged in its sin. You are the outlet for the love he shares. You are the only creation that cares.

Is it your mind? Do you love him so? Or is it he’s warped you to his control? No longer does it matter, the deed is done. There’s no turning back from what you’ve become.

You have become his perfect doll –

Let me tear you apart to make you whole.

"Somebody make me feel alive and SHATTER ME."

Metal was what the city was made from. It ran on clogging smoke and cloying smog, and though the steam itself was fairly clean, it was poisoned by years of rust that clung to it and fed it into the air. The sludgeulous decay festered through the city as people went about their days like rats. Only the wealthy could afford real plants and animals- even the birds ran on clockwork and to his left there lie a tree made entirely out of beautifully rusting copper. Everything was decorated in colours much the same as the dying surroundings, save for the fair young man who stood on the balcony clutching the most beautiful of two fine, and perfectly real roses; and whom, might it be said, held a face fairer than even that of the Lord of the Estate. 

Clockwork Manipulation Illustration. (say that ten times fast ehehe) 

Coffee/tea stained paper, Prismacolour markers, Copic markers, fine-tip sharpie, and pastels. (Paper-texture overlay in Sai because the scanned in version was not as bright as the actual version). 

Toothiana, the an Arabian Princess from some far off land beyond the edge of the sea where the world ends, she traveled in an entire Caravan Entourage when she met Hiccup. He found her beauty something beyond the world of mortal man- he dreamed heavily of her beauty being so radiant and her voice so fair that she descended from the skies above- and from that moment he knew she simply must be a bird.