y’all it’s ready.…. this project I’ve worked on for over a year now, it’s actually done

DRUM ROLLLLLL HERE IT IS

🐉 Medieval manuscript dragon pins!!! 🐉

For many years I’ve been enamored with medieval illumination. it’s just so… spunky? Animal depictions are famously pretty wild in these manuscripts since often times the monks drawing them had never seen the animal before, and were only going off of a description of them from someone else. Dragons are a different story though, because…well they’re not real. You can do just about anything you want! And they’re such a fun and interesting concept bundled as a blank canvas for whatever creativity your heart desires!!

in short, I love this shit!!!! dragons are cool and so is art history!!! they’re weird little guys!!!!! sooooo I made pins out of them!! and now I’m putting them on kickstarter!!

here’s a big ole scroll of all the pins and the stories behind them, please enjoy!!

Launching on Kickstarter on 1/18!! here’s the pre-launch page so you can follow it!

if you like small artists, art history, pins, dragons, and…small artists making art history dragon pins, well by gum you’re on the right post! these pins will be available after the kickstarter campaign too but the prices will be a little higher, so now’s the time to take advantage of that kickstarter special if you’re interested!

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❌ NO AI HAS BEEN OR IS BEING USED FOR ANY PART OF THIS ART CAMPAIGN. I am an illustrator and graphic designer and have job experience in designing pins. This is real historic art researched, curated, and made anew with love by a real artist!

For @elkatt-art @wtnvsecretsanta

I sadly couldn’t figure out a way to include but I got the other two requests in there I hope you enjoy ^^

propts: Cecil/carlos, Carlos holding khoshekh.

Of Cats, Cuddles, Snot and screams. (Found on ao3 under same name)

The world outside was screaming.

Blood and teeth and smiles too wide.

An invasion to destroy everything that had been built—that had been our own twisted normal.

Interlopers come to serve their smiling god.

This is not, was not, and will not be the first or the last, though it is the current, turbulent to our dear town of Night Vale.

And while time seems to chew us and everything good up in its horrible maw, we and the good find ways to persist.

Through everything we persist.

===𖣥𖤍𖣥===

Cecil stood in their kitchen holding—what can only be described as—a cat.

Carlos stood in their kitchen, cowering in the corner with a stuffy red nose from said cat.

“Come on! Khoshekh only bites a little! Look! He likes you!” Cecil said, bringing the cat closer to his cowering, cat-allergic boyfriend.

The cat in question—Khoshekh—only rolled over in his owner's arms, pawing at the collar of his poncho, a curling black tendril peeking out from between bandages as if to further secure his grip and place in Cecil’s hold.

“Cecil, honey, I love you, but for the love of science get that thing the heck away from me!” Carlos said, wedging himself farther into the corner.

“He’s going to be living with us for who knows how long before we can return him to the station; you need to get used to each other!”

“We can get used to each other from a safe 25 ft distance!”

“If he can’t scent you as a friend, you’re going to end up accidentally stepping on his tail, and he’ll mark you as an enemy! You’ll die faster than my interns!”

“Look, if it means this much to you, I’ll try. But don’t expect it to go well.”

At this, Khoshekh turns and glares at the scientist, who gulps in return.

Cecil finally crosses the kitchen, approaching the other man, and gently places his feline-ish friend in his lover's arms.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart; just remember to stay calm. He can smell fear, and it is not a pleasant scent.” He says, placing a reassuring hand on the other’s trembling arm.

Khoshekh—to his credit—looks to be in pure bliss as he settles himself in Carlos’s arms, promptly falling asleep after deciding that his body temperature was perfect.

“G-good kitty, that’s it. Don’t eat me in my sleep, please,” Carlos says, relaxing a bit but remaining on edge, just daringhis nose to drip.

===𖣥𖤍𖣥===

It had been three hours—THREE!

Carlos has attempted to put the damned cat down sixteen different times, each time met with protests of loud, scream-like cat whines, along with threats to tear up his lab coat.

Eventually, he just gave up.

Now he sits, Gilmore Girls playing on the TV, cat half-asleep chewing on his hand, desperately trying not to sneeze and disturb and/or startle the creature and face the consequences of getting on the bad side of both the cat and his loving boyfriend, who is watching both of them in a strange mix of content and jealousy.

“You know, you could always just, you know, take him back?” Carlos said hopefully.

“No, no, he chose you, and by golly you’re both just so adorable!” Cecil stated, cooing at the inky black fluff ball that is Khoshekh.

After another forty-five minutes, Khoshekh finally gets bored and leaves to go do whatever he does in his spare time, leaving Carlos free and able to let out a stream of sneezes that probably breaks several records and laws of physics.

In a strange sort of way, even as his favorite radio host takes the cat's place in his arms, he feels the loss.

===𖣥𖤍𖣥===

They curl up on the couch, able to ignore for a few more hours the terror that is happening across town.

Strex Corp, and by extension Desert Bluffs, continues to take over the town, capturing and enslaving their loved ones.

But for right now they are able to rest.

Soon a battle will happen, soon separation, and tears, and victory, and a wide range of events will occur, shaking up the very veil of reality, changing lives forever.

But for right now they are able to rest.

For right now, despite and through everything, they persist.

The Destroyer (accidentally)

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