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Something simple to get me out of artblock

fucking eldritch level feelings for these two wtf

playing this game makes me feel wayy too many things

Father Godwin at all times (but especially in his cups)

"C'mere, Blacksmith's Boy!" 🫳

Finished Version + Details under the cut ⚔️

Sometimes I have a fully fleshed out picture or composition in mind, sometimes I just want to catch a certain nuance or vibe of something.

A part which really charms me about Hansry is their banter and easy-going chemistry, which transcends both their friendship and romance. While Henry can be just as unhinged and bold occasionally, he tends (!) to be more composed and reluctant than Hans, yet visibly thrives in his Lord's zesty, fun and live-loving temper - with which he can brighten every situation. I wanted to catch just that. So here's them, with silly little smiles and impromptu touches of affection 🫶

hans in a panic mode right now

this is so fucking good omg

❦ There's medieval music playing in the background (and yes, I played #KCD2 and really enjoyed it)

--more fanart soon--

completely obsessed with henry/hans from kcd2. i love a good repressed enemies to friends to lovers homosexual relationship 🙂‍↕️

not the awesomest but i felt the urge to draw him

Hans/Henry fanarts with Galehaut quotes from Lancelot-Grail

Whoa! Such a masterpiece!

Felt like drawing a loading screen-style Hansry piece (feat. Mutt being the goodest boy) and I recently discovered that I love drawing winter scenes 🥹❄️

I found best place for fishing but shhh... Be quiet, don't scare the fish.

Who is a good boy?! Mutt!

Look into his eyes and feel some oink-oink

In search of Pepik in among the deadly swamps, in the villages, near the pond. Tired, dirty and quite hungry. Did you find him?

P.S. Don't worry Vostatek survived, he only injured his leg and was drunk)

Long live Ignatius The Braviest

It's arrived at last!

I ordered the first game! I'm going to have so much fun with this game 🖤🤍⚔

I'm already playing armored core though, it's addictive!

I ordered the first game! I'm going to have so much fun with this game 🖤🤍⚔

I'm already playing armored core though, it's addictive!

I've been looking for collages of them but couldn't find much so decided to try my hand at making one out of all the amazing artwork you guys have made recently! 🖤🤍⚔

Credit to the amazing artists! 💜

Not my artwork!

Can we normalize calling ocs trauma beans?

I've been messing around with ideas for my kcd ocs until the new tablet arrives,still haven't finished filling this one out yet

If anyone else has some kcd ocs I'd love to learn more about them!

I'm working on making an isterik song Playlist on YouTube, would you guys like me to also make one for Spotify? Also do you have any song suggestions or ideas?

Istvan has such emotional eyes in the last one, absolutely amazing artwork op! 🖤🤍⚔

I just wanna cuddle them and tell them it's going to be okay

look i know theyre baddies but i love me some doomed gay villiains also learning how to draw istvan was interesting giving that we dont see him without his stupid head towel what a queen (btw i love his drip dont get me wrong)

We were speeding together

Down the dark avenues

But besides of the stardom

All we got was blues

But through all of that sorrow

We were riding high

And the truth of the matter is

I never let you go, let you go

We were scanning the cities

Rocking to pay the dues

But besides of the glamour

All we got was bruised

But through all of that sorrow

We were riding high

And the truth of the matter is

I never let you go, let you go

You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Not just another Bloody Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

If you choose to run away with me

I will tickle you internally

And I see nothing wrong with that

We were searching for reasons

To play by the rules

But we quickly found

It was just for fools

Now through all of this sorrow

We'll be riding high

And the truth of the matter is

I never let you go, let you go

You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Not just another Bloody Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a

You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Your beauty never ever scared me

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

If you choose to run away with me

I will tickle you internally

And I see nothing wrong with that

Nothing wrong with that

(Mary on a, Mary on a cross)

Nothing wrong with that

(Mary on a, Mary on a cross)

(Mary on a) Mary on a cross

20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. 21 There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked

This is so beautiful! Isterik forever 🖤🤍

guys im normal about them i swear

happy another isterik day ig 🖤🤍

It's story time!

Ishka: in my minds eye is probably acesexual but considering the time period he'd be very confused about why he's not attracted to anyone sexualy, he does experience strong esthetic attraction towards some people, mostly istvan but Erik eventually grows on them as well.

Ishka grew up with anemia and ligament issues, mainly the ligaments in his knees so his kneecaps sometimes pop out of place on accident, "he definitely doesn't do it on purpose to freak out istvan sometimes"

But how do istvan and Erik meet ishka?

Well I'm still working on that part but I do have a lot of ideas about how that might have accidentally happened

Currently waiting for my new art tablet to arrive so I can start drawing so much istvan×Erik fanart, until then I'm gonna work on some of my kcd ocs..there's atleast four of them so far.

The main one being ishka, who I'm thinking is going to be a herbalist/ex surgeon

Then there's Finlay, who works for markvart. But I need to flesh there character out a bit more

Currently waiting for my new art tablet to arrive so I can start drawing so much istvan×Erik fanart, until then I'm gonna work on some of my kcd ocs..there's atleast four of them so far.

The main one being ishka, who I'm thinking is going to be a herbalist/ex surgeon

Then there's Finlay, who works for markvart. But I need to flesh there character out a bit more

Hansry my loves

I love them so much they make me fucking sick

My singular contribution to the kcd fandom

Venatio

Men are simple creatures. Base and transparent, like mutts panting after scraps of meat. Rosa had long since deciphered their nature—pliant, lust-driven, leashed by sinew and want rather than reason or virtue. From the dust-creased palms of a Moravian wheat-thresher to the gilded fingers of a newly knighted lord, she had known them all, some intimately, others merely through their desperate attempts to impress. At first, she had sought disproof with the fervour of a scholar chasing lost pages of De Rerum Natura, hoping for her thesis to be flawed.

But each encounter etched the truth more deeply: men were canes domiti—nothing but tamed dogs, slavering beneath a lady's table, ever loyal so long as their lusts were sated.

Young and decrepit, serfs and scions, those who could quote Seneca in Latin and those who could scarce scrawl their own names in the dirt—all bore the same hunger in their eyes. Rosa had yet to meet the exception, though her vanity whispered always that such a man must exist, if only to prove her worthy of one.

Was the Skalitz boy different?

She dared hope so. A village-born son of a blacksmith, raised not on scripture or scrolls but soot and swordplay, he should have been like the rest. Yet he listened. Not with the feigned patience of the lustful, but with the attentive silence of a man who wished to understand. He had brought back the book she had spent years writing, wrapped in cloth to preserve the binding. He had slain the raiders who defiled her estate, though he made it known that he took no pleasure in senseless slaughter. It was not just the deeds, but the manner of them.

And yet, even he—even he—waited like a patient mastiff, biding his time for the kill.

He struck not when her strength was at its fullest, but when sorrow made her limbs slow and her thoughts scattered. Her father taken, her halls pillaged, heirlooms broken or carried off—what was left to her but grief? And in that moment, Henry moved, not as a knight defending honor, but as a hunter who senses the faltering gait of his prey.

But Rosa was no wounded roe, bleeding prettily in the thorns, awaiting the mercy of death. She was a huntress herself—one who had tasted conquest as well as being conquered. Perhaps she allowed the moment. Perhaps she welcomed it. A distraction, after all, was not unwelcome when the world itself seemed to unravel. The embrace of another, even a hound’s, could warm the chill left behind by treachery.

Still, a question lingered: had he come to her aid out of care, or calculation?

She could not say.

i can’t be the only one who thinks of this bloke whenever i see žižka

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