a warm marui lit by some fire off-screen Gjera, completely undressed save for some trinkets and decorations adorning them, frotting against maxwell's erect clit cowgirl style
fertility rituals
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Medieval knights au Roger has no title, they are a cripple miraculously saved from a big fire they offer a tiny daisy to their now suzerain, Maxwell only Roger knows Max's true gender (it's not mutual)
a portrait of roger's daughter, Omi, as a young tsakarem, the "princess" of her clan
a princess
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a stylized portrait of Roger wearing a fit of a XVI century szlachta citizen. they have a fake moustache on and a tiny fang cartoonishly sticking out from under their lip
hey do you uhm... remember the XVI century vtm au
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a sketch where Gjera pulls in her best friend and spouse into the dance circle both are fairly young yet, though already wearing the attire of Tsahik and Olo'eykte
the joys of youth
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a portrait of gjera chanting their congcord, dressed in their daily tsahik attire fit for cold weather, their shawl adorned with all the beads and embroidery that mark their memories from other clans they'd migrated to
an au we've been rolling around recently
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Gjera in the USSR au, dedicated to one of the silliest movies ever to exist. inspired by Uncanny resemblance of the protagonist's love interest to Maxwell
Office Romance (1977)
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VTM!AU Poland, XVI century Maxwell, disguised as a man, took a new name - Samson - to serve among the town's kohens during the day, and join the ranks of vampire hunters at night Roger, a member of the same town's aristocracy, a Ventrue elder, is madly in love with her Unfortunately, despite those feelings being mutual, Maxwell chooses her oaths over a promise of a happy life together, breaking Roger's heart and driving them insane, and in a fit of inhuman grief caused by this wound, they turn against her. They end up becoming mortal enemies, though unable to put an end to each other's lives no matter how passionately they swore to do so
Delilah, what have you done
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a portrait of Roger, depicting the pattern of their severe burn scars in all of medieval and/or fantasy aus the entirety of their body's right side is melted off, their eye is basically cooked, tears flowing non stop, just as saliva from their torn and malformed mouth, the tip of their nose is missing, just like a part of their cheek they stare at the viewer, numb with shock, giant flames roaring in the background
I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place
I’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames
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a picture of Roger's reanimated corpse in their ancient, luxurious garb - they used to be an insanely powerful mage centuries ago on the left theres a small sketch of their burn scars, preserved even in mummigied skin a bit lower is them leaning forward, trying to flirt with Maxwell, a young elf-warlock who raised them from the dead, the latter looking visibly flustered and startled at the same time
a dnd slash necromancer au
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VTM!au Roger, pressed against the wall and mercilessly bred by their sworn nemesis they willingly came to out of sheer need. "It's transactional." they gather all of their composure to keep Nothing but neutrally cold indifference on their face
a bit late for the #portfolioday but oh well!
i love drawing and telling my OCs' stories
toxic yuri and doomed wlw - all flavors available
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Simona, Roger and Maxwell's second daughter, whooping and hollering in wild excitement, as the latter speeds down the highway at near 150mph in an effortless attempt to outrace an unknown Porsche just out of frame (just because she can)
the coolest momdad you could boast about
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Naomi's younger sister, Simona Armaiti Neumann a complete opposite of hers, she might be the reason her parents got grey hair way sooner than expected
a devilish spawn
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a full body portrait of Maxwell viewn from Gjera’s eyes, depicting her delicate yet confident stature, pale skin covered in deadly scars from past assaults, her silhouette muted yet glowing in the cold morning light separate frames on the left focus on her thin spider-like fingers, her dry scarred lips, her cold, radiant blue eyes, her tender feet: veins and lashes, bones and cartilage tldr: i have a crush on my gf’s OC
Steel and porcelain
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gjera holds an overpriced labubu toy in their hand. the thing looks unapologetically ugly. they sigh, looking down at their whining child in somewhat a mix of exhaustion, hesitation, and exasperation, realising they have little choice here. the next frame shows extatic Nono with a new rare collectible treasure of hers
the hardships of motherhood.
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A family portrait. All so terribly distant, torn apart from each other, yet undeniably bound forevermore. far left: Maxwell, an underground organized crime syndicate boss - stern, cold and distant - her chin up and solid far right: Gjera, a former CIA agent, tasked with the latter's capture, and, eventually, execution - they chose to run and destroy their identity to start a new life overseas. ...And in the middle is their daughter, Naomi Serendipity Neumann, the existence of which which Maxwell used to be completely oblivious to, until a terrific discovery after 10 long, hateful years. the images are framed by a carousel of galloping horses, as well as their symbolic keepsakes: Bullets, cartridges and shells Max had had a great use for: .243 winchester, 10mm auto and 357 mag. The pretty seashells Naomi used to gather during her beach walks with Mom - those you can find on the North Atlantic coast and finally, the latter's pill share: fluoxetine, risperidone, olanzapine, quetiapine.
I couldn't count the marks upon your face
Left no trace, the moment's gone
I couldn't count the steps that it took
And all the moves that led to you
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silly thing has a silly crush
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ira scissor-pounding poor lina with such force and vigor that she has to hold on to her pillow and bedsheets for dear life
Lina, the witch who welcomes them at her doorstep, looks up with anxiety and suspicion, clearly taken aback by ira's menacing visage
Lada looks confused by the reaction for a sec, but then remembers "Ah." She pulls down Ira's mask, only to reveal a terminal case of baby pouting face "Fix the face. If there were no dried apricots at the market doesn't mean you're under a curse. Apologies, my... _partner_ is feeling a bit moody today."
first impressions might be deceiving
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adi's OC Ladoga knocknig on her old friend's door "Got anything to drink, Mistress?" Behind her - my babygirl Ira (mutistic) at 2m tall, looking rather intimidating, but this is just her resting tism face under a mask
some old witcher au pics
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For her 16th birthday, Roger bought their daughter a magnificent Holsteiner gelding - Caesar Of course, Omi fell in love instantly Little did she know that it was a carefully devised plan to keep her at her lonely mother's home in Kiel for as long as possible
Gjera is morbidly terrified of all sorts of moving vehicles (yes, horses included - ESPECIALLY horses) ever since a childhood accident when it comes to their child's safety, those phobias spike through the roof, yet they try to keep themself together desperately, for fear of damaging her personal freedom and integrity text (german) reads: R: Bareback? I don't know if this is a good ide- N: Oh come on! Jump on, will you? R: What?! Are you nuts??? They scare me to Death...
Caesar
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