could u draw the night on the cliff scene from BONES OF BLACK MARROW? it was so sweet.
oh anon i see what you’re after. and you ain’t gonna get none of that ‘cuz this blog is safe for god-damn work. you can have a super cropped-down sketch though
the only 3 instruments dirk can play are trap set, groovebox, and hatsune miku. this holds true in any universe, so like, sorry dirk, you’re kind of out of luck vis a vis 18th century-esque fantasy aus. at least he’s trying.
ANYWAY, hey, it’s the traditional end-of-fic fst for Vanitas vanitatum! only like, 30% of it is a joke this time. so go give it a listen if you like DANK CLUB BEATS and DEPRESSION.
i want you to change it all; i’m gonna make it better
so like, i figured i should re-read my own goddamn story for once before finishing up the writing for the final chapter of vanitas vanitatum. anyway i’m on chapter 13 and i’m like, reeling that i didn’t give jake some freaky state sanctioned executioner title. he’s just “the creepy taxidermy obsessed cousin in the basement who makes sure criminals stay dead” but he should have been called like. “The Royal Seamster” or something. missed opportunities.
Vanitas vanitatum is now finished! Thank you so much for reading, everyone.
And if you’re new to the party, and have a few hours to kill, why not give it a read? If a Fantasy Macbethian Necromantic DirkJohn Soap Opera Longfic sounds appealing to you, I guarantee you’ll have a hell of a time.