Morbid Dynamic - Tumblr Posts
"Weißer, weißer, weißer als weiß.
Weiter, weiter durch's ewige Eis.
Heller, heller, weißer als weiß.
Weiter, weiter durch's ewige Eis." ©
Art: Lunatic Sun /traditional artwork/
This sketch is old, but gold. 2021, traditional art and I was mesmerized by the idea of this masochistic boy going slightly mad. Or, maybe, becoming more sane and… mature?)
This dynamic is quite specific. Surely, it goes far beyond the conventional frame. And, to be honest, I'm a near perfectionist and I find it difficult to please me in fanart and fanfiction content — few people share my vision, so I decided to create content by myself. And sometimes I feel like I'm up against the most part of the fandom in my vision. :D
I enjoy the thought the fact that Valdemar are scientist — anyway they are still scientist, no matter how strong their sadistic side is — affects their mindset a lot. The scientific approach makes one see things as they are. Valdemar are not free from some sorts of obsessions or affections, but at least they are totally aware of them.
I like the idea of a specific form of interest between Valdemar and Julian in a rather sadomasochistic way.
This is a form of complete, true acceptance without romantic emotional overtone — at least, from Valdemar’s side. And a mature understanding of the entire process as it is from Julian's side — 'cause he knows how they treat him, and accepts that.
With the inevitable — oh, dear audience, believe my humble experience — attraction between the sadistic and masochistic nature.
"Nur ein Herz aus Eis
lässt dich weitergehen.
Nur ein Herz aus Eis
lässt dich wiederstehen.
Weißer, weißer, weißer als weiß.
Weiter, weiter durch's ewige Eis."
/art: Lunatic Sun/
I should post more often, but I am depressive slop. :D
But yesterday I saw such a beautiful tweet, and couldn’t handle it.
You can consider the screen from PSL Tale as an Easter egg, if you know what I mean. ;}
/Lunatic Sun/
/up: The Arcana game (PSL Tale)
below: art by Lunatic Sun
Text by: mars_adler on Twitter (now known as X)/
Such an old piece. Something 'bout mortido.
Sorry not sorry. :D
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🔻TW: slight gore & decapitation
/© Lunatic Sun. 2022/
"The night – tho' clear – shall frown –
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high trones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given –
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever."
© E. A. Poe
Has Death paid you enough attention, young man?
/© Lunatic Sun/
reference 🔻🔻🔻
The Kiss of Death is a marble sculpture created in 1930, located in Poblenou Cemetery in Barcelona.
Artist: Jaume Barba
"– People are obsessed with love, looking for it and not getting what they really need. Fragile, stupid creatures. You consider love as a magical tool that can change the world and then you go around in circles. But your eyes are clouded with illusions. You think: if this love didn’t give me what I need, it is not "real". You are fascinated by the myth of true love. You think it would last for the rest of your life, understanding and healing everything. But love is just a myth.
Ilya looked up, his lips trembling.
– What am I looking for? I don’t really know, Quaestor Valdemar. But I know that you are... incapable of love. I know this and I have come to you willingly.
Quaestor is answered:
– You came to the sacrificial fire. Frankly, I’m impressed by your deep, desperate masochism. It’s attractive – how can predator be attracted to the easy prey. You came to me because you can no longer look for something in people – something they want too and can’t give you. A kind of the truth. However, perhaps you intuitively tried to give it to them.
You understand what I am. You’re not making any illusions about my personality. You’ve seen what I can do. Others have deceived you. But you still hope. Dum spiro, spero is your unfailing credo.
Valdemar went quiet for a while and then added, looking into Julian’s eyes:
– And like all men, you still worship love as a god. Funny. But… Nec deus intersit."
Text: Lunatic Sun
Art:
Sketch: chilledoutbeast
Colouring: wasteofplace
previous fragment:
"Quaestor Valdemar wasn’t interested in people in general. But suddenly a young man came into their dungeons, barehanded, with an armful of deadly aconites and a desperate look in his eyes. They couldn’t resist. Doctor № 069 became their favorite – object of studies, of course – and, oh, he was so willing to assist them."
Art: Lunatic Sun
Text: Apostle Jay
(Part 1 of 3)
Doctor №069 was napping on the couch in his room in the Dungeons. Hearing Quaestor's footsteps nearby, he sleepily responded:
– Behold, my Death cometh…
(based on a true story, sorry not sorry. Thank Apostle Jay for inspiration)
P. S. Beware: I'm (not only me) the uncompromising shipper Valdemar/Julian from the first time:
And because of this:
You've been warned. The right of appeal is eliminated.
I got into WIPs, but there are finished drawings, so in this case my conscience is clear. :D
So, how it started:
How it's going:
(The "Sketch>Finished Art" team, I'm with you guys. Seriously, I really think that coloring is not my strong suit. However, I myself love the dark palette more than the bright one, but I just appreciate the contrasts that WasteOfPlace usually adds.
Like here.
Or here.
However, this is no reason to stop drawing on my own. I don't like to bother my team with my own petty whims. :D /L. S./)
And I hope Anon with the "Valdemar x Julian playlist" request is still here. Someday I will drop the whole playlist, I promise.🫀
(I am synaesthete and I love the dark-blue palette of early Apocalyptica so much. "Not strong enough" is not "the early Apocalyptica™ era", but indeed the Julian POV.)
(I was just waiting for the song that would fit perfectly with the whole atmosphere that I had in mind. So I found it.)
/art ©Lunatic Sun/