Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
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This is a multifandom blog. Expect lots of Hannibal and Star Trek. Also Vampire Chronicles. Lots of movies. There will be on occasion rock bands and singers. Also books and TV shows and random stuff.
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Real quick: No permission to repost unless you link back to this post and include the caption since it’s necessary to understand what this picture is supposed to actually be about. I’m sincerely teetering on the edge of adding super ugly water marks to everything I post LOL.
This started first as a sketch to work out the betrayal children feel towards neglectful parents, and finally meandered to Claudia since I think she is a good representation of “I didn’t ask to be made and you still screwed me over like this?” Figuring out how to color fire over a white bg was pretty tough and a fun challenge, lots of going back and forth to make this image super bright since I wanted to convey she’s burning up in a sunny place. That and the transition of flesh to skeleton and then ash while also making sure her green dress is visible and still matches the shape of the garment made this one of my favorite pieces I’ve done this year.
This isn’t exactly what I imagine her final moments were in the well, but it’s supposed to be the image Louis sees when he thinks of her death and torments himself with it. This is both the anger of a child and the way guilt warps reality. I think Louis might allow himself to imagine the impossible: that Claudia would use her final moment to blame him instead of the reality, which is that she had fallen asleep when the sun rose.
Worked out a lot of my own parent issues here, LOL. I’m experiencing a very belated rebellion stage and so if the anger in her face seems juvenile that’s the point. I looked at a lot of references for children having tantrums to get the ‘snarl’ right but then tweaked what I had to look more betrayed than just hurt.
This is pencils and photoshop, something easy to draw and then color as I’m recovering from surgery.
It is an hour or more before the ifrit comes, thrusting and grinding into Salim’s mouth. Salim has already come twice in this time. The jinn’s semen tastes strange, fiery, and it burns Salim’s throat.