Latest Posts by caninuscananeus - Page 2
28-29. Линии || Along the Line (part 2)
@slice-of-julysky featured as the model. Please also visit her personal account and ao3 for some beautiful writings! I'm so thankful for her trust and inspiration<3
P. S. The paint is nontoxic and specially designed for being used on human skin. Please do not attempt painting your friends with any materials that can harm them and always remember to perform an allergy test first! Stay safe.
28-29. Линии || Along the Line
Thanks to @slice-of-julysky for being such a wonderful model!<3 hope you had fun washing it off...
P. S. The paint is nontoxic and specially designed for being used on human skin. Please do not attempt painting your friends with any materials that can harm them and always remember to perform an allergy test first! Stay safe.
today is my birthday, I'll be glad to see reblogs!
and if you want to support me other way, my commissions are open..
Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play
'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride
It'll take you to the other side
Моросентябрь, день первый - "С другой стороны."
Thinking about dolls and pathologic and wondering what kinds of dolls would better represent different characters to the Powers that Be - of course Grief is a marionette, Block a tin soldier, Lara a matryoshka...
Found this collage(or whatever it is), I kinda like it, especially how the black strings connect both characters
im just thinking about Yulia and Aglaya starting their romance while them working for the Inquisition.
How their feelings are strange: unexplainable, unpredictable, dangerous — i guess inquisitors mustn’t show attraction to anyone to stay completely focused even on the dangerous missions, and also because one won’t be able to threat their significant other to manipulate, and millions of other reasons
But they are hopeless lesbians. Even if Yulia’s fatalistic theory predicts they won’t be together for long. Even if Aglaya tries to think rationally. No matter what, they love each other.
They don’t go on dates, they don’t kiss each other in public, they both are allergic to stupid romantic gestures as rose bouquets. For them things like smoking together after work are a thousand times more meaningful.
@slice-of-julysky take it. just take it. that's my humble sacrifice.
Но посмотрите, какой теперь у меня эскорт,
И змеи вьются в моих распущенных волосах!
I realized that I've never seen anyone mention it, so here you go.
Trammel, a place where Yulia lives, is called Невод, in Russian. Невод is a very specific outdated word for a fishing net. In most Russian speaking minds it is immediately associated with one and only place where we all have heard it.
Alexander Pushkin, 'The tale of the fisherman and the fish'.
A tale about catching a golden fish.
There's only one character in p1 who is very obviously golden. And lives in Stillwater.
What if Dankovsky once came back to Town-On-Gorkhon in summer without his famous snakeskin cape and also not looking like he had been suffering from insomnia for years(12 days to be precise) and Murky doesn't recognize him!
ᅠ .+ commissions info updated
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hear me out i want to see Murky and Grace becoming friends
What if one day Murky asks Burakh to cure her doll? The Plague is unpredictable and extremely deadly, no wonder the kid is scared to death. But there is no panacea yet, Artemy is extremely busy running around the town, walking through the Steppe, only coming home late at night to brew tinctures and leave again. One day Murky goes wandering through the Steppe - she doesn't know much about the herbs, but she surely understands how magical twyre can be - and finds herself somewhere near the cemetery, where she meets Grace. Murky approaches her silently. She says nothing, only pokes Grace a little with a doll's rag hand to get her attention. Grace takes the doll in her hands, gently strokes her head, and starts singing quietly. Murky won't let one hold her doll for long, she'd wait a little and suddenly pull it back, as if she's been struck by electricity. She, then, turns away avoiding eye contact and asks whether the doll answered. The doll looks over Murky's shoulder with her button eyes, hanging her head to the side. Grace wipes a tear from her cheek and doesn't even know what to say. A toy is just a toy, but this is not a simple one, like Murky herself. No one has ever approached her with anything like this before... She stays silent… she lives, then, - Grace guesses the reason for Murky's visit, - is she was dead, she would tell me... I promise that if this happened i would care for her, i would give her milk and sing her every night Murky didn't listen. Relieved, she ran away back in the Steppe. She will come to Grace tomorrow again. Just to check everything ia all right with the doll.
