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my #Lasombra Amir Carlisle 🖤🩸 Cybersecurity CEO, rich-bitch scene queen with a major ego problem • #vtm #fuzzyelvesart
January 19, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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🔔 #fuzzyelvesart
an illustration of a blacknose sheep.
February 20, 2025 at 4:57 PM
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Hello I'm Nate and I draw elf boys :^) 🧝🏽‍♂️ #fuzzyelvesart
November 17, 2024 at 4:07 AM
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joshua ✨ #fevredream #fuzzyelvesart
December 17, 2024 at 1:32 AM
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parasite 🩸 #vtm #fuzzyelvesart
illustration of Amir Carlisle, a clean-cut blonde man wearing a suit and squatting close to the ground. He is holding a whiskey tumbler full of blood and wiping blood drops from his mouth.
January 22, 2025 at 3:52 AM
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coterie conversations #vtm #fuzzyelvesart
a lineart drawing of two vampire characters at a table. the woman says: "...and thats why you shouldnt drink from people on acid." The man, holding her phone in his hand, says: "...there is an insane amount of malware on this."
June 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
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some description of Raith I wrote a while back (and Nellen failing to be chill about it) because I love my pretty elf very much ⚜️ #fuzzyelvesart #elfenjoyers
an underpainting-style (amber monotone) drawing of Raith, a half-elf with shoulder length light hair and a pretty face “Are you expected?” spoke the silhouette. The voice was smooth, and lilted on its vowels, and it was masculine, young. Its question was posed with a tone of disinterest, or inconvenience, that could only come from a malcontented twenty-something. When Nellen’s eyes adjusted to the light, he could make out the visage of his greeter: indeed, a man no greater than twenty-five or twenty-six stood before him, leaning against the inner edge of the door. His color was a warm brown, though lighter than Nellen’s own, and with each flare of the fireplace Nellen could see the spots and speckles that littered every visible inch of his skin. They spread across his cheeks, so dense in places they appeared like spots on a fawn; a singular dark mark sat high on his cheekbone, and one on his chin; some sparse few freckles were on his pink lips, bow-shaped and pulled taut. His hair was straw-colored, brushed away from his face and resting lazily on the tops of his shoulders. Nellen sketched furiously. Sat on his bedsheets, legs folded, with his parchment atop the flat edge of his traveling case, he sketched that slanted grin, the short nose and easy eyes; his light hair, pin straight, except where it curled up against his shoulders. He smudged in the blush across his cheeks before sharpening his charcoal to a fine point, meticulously placing each freckle, every single one he managed to count. Along his jaw, down his thin neck—until there was no more sketch for them to follow. Nellen roughed in the shape of his collarbones, his shoulders—a pure imagination of whatever existed under that square-ish Corraini coat, but it was not hard for Nellen to make an approximation. Raith was lean. He was shorter than Nellen by nearly a head’s height, even with his heeled boots that clacked everywhere he stepped. He had sketched men of Raith’s stature before, with delicate ribs and a waist small enough to grasp. How terribly indulgent. How indubitably inappropriate. Another. He flipped to a clean page and lined the shape of his face with the broad side of the charcoal. He filled in the shadow of his brow, the slight slant of cheekbone; his bow-shaped lips, a pout, bitten between his teeth as Nellen noticed his wont to do. He was looking straight on, straight at Nellen—and a guilt overcame him as he carved out the sparkle in each iris. Who was he to render this man, a near complete stranger, in such a way as this? To steal his visage and create a thing of pure lust, a thing to keep all to himself, to stare at, and to dream of? It was selfish, dishonest. And it was selfish, even more, to keep the drawings tucked into his traveling case, and not to throw them into the fireplace. He slid them far to the bottom, buried under all of his clothing, where he might look upon them again.
May 10, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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#Rook 💎 part-time shadow dragon; full time davrin kisser

#datv #veilguard #fuzzyelvesart
November 23, 2024 at 3:52 AM
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miserable little creature [he/him] #fuzzyelvesart
a sketch of my OC Raith, a thin elf with long blonde hair. he is sitting on the ground wearing black pantyhose.
February 11, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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On the back, in messy cursive - “Penn grad party, 2007.”

my Lasombra Amir, 15 years before his Embrace.
#vtm | #lasombra | #fuzzyelvesart
illustration of two black and white photographs of a young blonde man smoking a cigarette.
February 21, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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i have many elves but these are my darlings Nellen and Raith #fuzzyelvesart
November 17, 2024 at 4:07 AM
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.............. *babygirl-ifies your cybersec ceo* #fuzzyelvesart #vtm
November 29, 2024 at 4:40 AM