The Black Labyrinth - Tumblr Posts
I laugh in the face of death I laugh with my dying breath I laugh when I aught to cry I laugh when I want do die
Still totally vibing on The Black Labyrinth though. Like such a worthy tribute to The Goblin Kink.... Eh... I mean The Goblin King. 😝😝
Valarian and Zenobia from The Black Labyrinth made in Hero Forge.
LOL! He has a life of his own now 😅
Me gobbling up any Voltaire content i find on tumblr (especially the cursed fanart that @rjavenuru just did and got the inspiration from a stupid meme i made 💪🗣)
While waiting for The Black Labyrinth to come out I did an art countdown creating characters from line-of-action models and Voltaire songs. Somehow I need to find the time to gather them up and get an overview of their stories.
The Monster Wrangler
Spent all day yesterday drawing this instead of doing sensible things. 😅
I think on daily basis there are a lot of people that need to consider themselves lucky that we keep our monsters in check.😝 It's a full time job keeping those bastards occupied.
Voltaire does a good job with mine a lot of the time and some times I like to imagine I help a little with his too.
In the end they might end up devouring us but we'll give them a good fucking fight for as long as we have a little light to guide us.
It was a song just a song That made our hearts grow strong
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE SO CUTE ASADASFLKDFJHAKLSDFHJKDJHFKSDJF!!
art ideas: Valarian and Zenobia
quick doodle #2!!!!!! i can't draw them lmao
So pretty!
stickers for 5 pesos. Pt 1
And here we have Valarian, slithering into the masquerade...
[Valarian] closed the flap of his black leather satchel and turned the small metal lock on it. “I might have a hole in my bag.” “You think?” said the bird. The feathered creature watched the man close his bag and readjust it to hang comfortably at his hip. The black bird stretched out his head, fluffing out his hackles. He cocked his head from side to side then croaked, “I thought that was a sash”. “What’s that?” asked the man. “The strap of your satchel… covered in medals. I thought that was a sash all along. Didn’t realize it was just the strap of your bag.” “Not everything is as it appears,” the man said with a smirk. “How poetic,” said the bird in a dry monotone.
-The Black Labyrinth (unpublished, excerpt from Patreon draft)