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Hungry Russian Monsters II
Vera reacted swiftly. She immediately knelt to the cold elevator floor and touched the uninjured side of his face. It brought back ugly, bloodstained memories of that night. “Look at me,” she said in firm russian. Her pale gold eyes were fire and warmth, a tigress just below the surface. “I’m right here,” she said softly. “You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you. You know I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Tvar whined and it looked as though he might cry. He looked her in the eye with his pale eyes and for a second, he seemed more of a child than he usually did, fragile and scared under a banged up, stitched together skin. He pressed his clean cheek to her shirt and held her close, her warmth and pressure comforting. “Tvar scared,” he whispered in russian, his voice snapping like a twig.
Hungry Russian Monsters II

Vera reacted swiftly. She immediately knelt to the cold elevator floor and touched the uninjured side of his face. It brought back ugly, bloodstained memories of that night. “Look at me,” she said in firm russian. Her pale gold eyes were fire and warmth, a tigress just below the surface. “I’m right here,” she said softly. “You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you. You know I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Tvar whined and it looked as though he might cry. He looked her in the eye with his pale eyes and for a second, he seemed more of a child than he usually did, fragile and scared under a banged up, stitched together skin. He pressed his clean cheek to her shirt and held her close, her warmth and pressure comforting. “Tvar scared,” he whispered in russian, his voice snapping like a twig.

Do. not. request. free. art. from. artists.

My friend’s character, Tvar, with Vera. They’re kind of like.. a russian, plutonic twist on beauty and the beast and frankenstein’s monster? Тварь (Tvar) is literally russian for beast/creature. 
They have this “ohana means family” thing going that makes me want to die

My friend’s character, Tvar, with Vera. They’re kind of like.. a russian, plutonic twist on beauty and the beast and frankenstein’s monster? Тварь (Tvar) is literally russian for beast/creature. 

They have this “ohana means family” thing going that makes me want to die

[z-snaps in the shape of the Romanov crest]

This was an actual point apparently brought up by either Napoleon or one of his generals, I don’t remember. For some reason I always found it really funny. And whiny. “Well *anyone* could have won if they had a bunch of cossacks” biiiiitch

I want to say I’m a bit young to have carpal tunnel this bad, but it’s my own doing. Maybe we should start placing bets on which goes out first: my art hand or my eyesight. 

I want to say I’m a bit young to have carpal tunnel this bad, but it’s my own doing. Maybe we should start placing bets on which goes out first: my art hand or my eyesight. 

uggghhhhh
I should write a book: Historical Figures And How To Accidentally Draw Them Way Too Attractive

uggghhhhh

I should write a book: Historical Figures And How To Accidentally Draw Them Way Too Attractive

human-greed:

simkaye:

Vera likes to talk. A lot. Regardless of whether you care to listen. 
Also I fucking love pinstripes. If I had my way I’d dress in 1940’s drag every fucking day. I’ve been meaning to draw this since human-greed put her killer writing skills to these two. Hervig belongs to her

"Jesus, you guys are boring. You all may be extinct, but the music doesn’t have to be."
"We are not extinct," the old wolf calmly and quite politely reminded his guest.
"Oh, well, fine. On the ‘endangered species list,’ but still." Vera was still a bit lit from that last gulp of vodka and was wondering just what the hell these wolves did to enlighten themselves. Did they just stare at each other all day, or what? "I mean, you got a nice-lookin’ boyfriend to be a hundred years old. What is he, like thirty-something? You must have something goin’ on besides the whole—"
"Stop! ..just stop." Hervig blatantly interrupted before she could give another example. It was probably a good idea, too, for her to quit while she was ahead. Knowing from experience, he had absolutely no idea what could come out of her mouth, especially about his "abilities." She kind of smirked though, and kept talking anyway.
"Got any more liquor? Where’s the ‘Alpha female?’ I mean, literally, where’re all the bitches around here? And let me think, what else could make me drop my shit and dance a jig…"
Hervig sighed with every fiber of his being, probably so much that the elders of his people even felt it in their graves. He rubbed his temples in reluctant defeat. “I’ll send for more vodka and a dozen goddamn accordions.”
"Ah!" Vera lit up in amusement. Entertainment for the guest as requested, she thought to herself, just as it should be. "Actually, I think just one would do."
Tiger: 1, Wolf: 0

human-greed:

simkaye:

Vera likes to talk. A lot. Regardless of whether you care to listen. 

Also I fucking love pinstripes. If I had my way I’d dress in 1940’s drag every fucking day. I’ve been meaning to draw this since human-greed put her killer writing skills to these two. Hervig belongs to her

"Jesus, you guys are boring. You all may be extinct, but the music doesn’t have to be."

"We are not extinct," the old wolf calmly and quite politely reminded his guest.

"Oh, well, fine. On the ‘endangered species list,’ but still." Vera was still a bit lit from that last gulp of vodka and was wondering just what the hell these wolves did to enlighten themselves. Did they just stare at each other all day, or what? "I mean, you got a nice-lookin’ boyfriend to be a hundred years old. What is he, like thirty-something? You must have something goin’ on besides the whole—"

"Stop! ..just stop." Hervig blatantly interrupted before she could give another example. It was probably a good idea, too, for her to quit while she was ahead. Knowing from experience, he had absolutely no idea what could come out of her mouth, especially about his "abilities." She kind of smirked though, and kept talking anyway.

"Got any more liquor? Where’s the ‘Alpha female?’ I mean, literally, where’re all the bitches around here? And let me think, what else could make me drop my shit and dance a jig…"

Hervig sighed with every fiber of his being, probably so much that the elders of his people even felt it in their graves. He rubbed his temples in reluctant defeat. “I’ll send for more vodka and a dozen goddamn accordions.”

"Ah!" Vera lit up in amusement. Entertainment for the guest as requested, she thought to herself, just as it should be. "Actually, I think just one would do."

Tiger: 1, Wolf: 0

Vera likes to talk. A lot. Regardless of whether you care to listen. 
Also I fucking love pinstripes. If I had my way I’d dress in 1940’s drag every fucking day. I’ve been meaning to draw this since human-greed put her killer writing skills to these two. Hervig belongs to her

Vera likes to talk. A lot. Regardless of whether you care to listen. 

Also I fucking love pinstripes. If I had my way I’d dress in 1940’s drag every fucking day. I’ve been meaning to draw this since human-greed put her killer writing skills to these two. Hervig belongs to her

Vera Commission - Simkaye by limitless-ideas
I don’t like to post work that isn’t mine on this blog—but look at how beautifully she’s done my Vera! AH! Romanov crest and all! 

Vera Commission - Simkaye by limitless-ideas

I don’t like to post work that isn’t mine on this blog—but look at how beautifully she’s done my Vera! AH! Romanov crest and all! 

Commission of my customer’s beautiful companion, Knight. May he rest in peace.
Watercolour, coffee.

Commission of my customer’s beautiful companion, Knight. May he rest in peace.

Watercolour, coffee.