American Horror Story Apocalypse Fan Art Michael and Cordilia

My other favourite witchy gals ;iii

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Later more than a year of planning and three months of painting, the Queen of Horror Story series is finally complete.

Available on my Redbubble store or

Print Sets through my store

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mistletoe 🎄❤️

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my god y'all ARE the supreme

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Literally missing coven cordelia and then much rn😿😿

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Cordelia.❤️ That's it, that's the mail service.

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Cordelia knows Misty Day is the only one who can manage to put her into any Halloween costume. To be fair, they both know she can get her way into Cordelia'southward heart for no matter what.

(Ig: mwf.art)

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afraid of that I tin't mail service nsfw arts here😂

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oh, i'll build you a kingdom in that house on the hill

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Cordelia and Misty? The respond is yep

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I don't know if anyone is into super thorough backside the scenes looks at creating a painting series, but if y'all are, I just posted a video going over the entire process of creating the Queen of Horror Story paintings hither

I did however want to make a mail service pointing out "subconscious" details and the reasoning backside certain artistic choices for each slice.

The Medium

Side panel designs are a combination of various wood paneling and shapes seen around the business firm and staircase

Drinking glass panels are referenced from the glasswork surrounding the front door of the house

Upper woods pattern is referenced from the dining room chairs

Groundwork pattern is inspired by wallpaper seen in various rooms

The Journalist

Boarder design is pillars/structural details from the asylum common room

Background is the skylight in a higher place the main staircase

The Supreme

Cordelia is specifically drawn/designed to appear somewhere in between her looks from Coven and Apocalypse (but closer to Coven)

Elevation boarder design is a combination of details from the coven's outer gates/wrought iron contend

Boarder inspired by various furniture pieces seen in the house

Monochrome color scheme for optimal Coven aesthetics™️

The Twins

Traditional circus poster vibes

Boarder is referenced from various forest carving details on quondam circus carts/wagons

The Hotel Guest

Main shape/design is the Hotel Cortez room key play tricks

Side console designs are light panels that appear around the hotel bar/elevator

Room 64 plaque

The Actress

Tree pattern/colouring is based on the My Roanoke Nightmare title menu art

Blood moon

Shelby was added/kept in for a variety of reasons but specifically having it exist a double character slice helped remainder out the overall layout of the series with the twins as well being in the second row with Emerge in betwixt

The Senator

By far the hardest design to some up with

Honeycomb design based on the diverse posters/promotional textile for the season

Clown grouping also based on promotional teasers, added to try to visually represent the idea of a cult

Bottom imprint/ribbon features the cult's clown masks in an Americana manner

The Outpost Leader

Bottom design is a combination of her cane and candelabra

Side candle design is based on candle holders seen throughout the outpost

Upper boarder/groundwork based on the dining room fireplace

Added as much royal as possible into the shadows/overall colour scheme because information technology would have been a crime to do otherwise

The Painter

Concept was to have the overall design quite literally read as a painting

Background landscape was an attempted guess as to what her final masterpiece could take looked like

Frame referenced from one of her other framed paintings

Lower beach mural referenced from that beach scene sorry virtually the footprints in the sand

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late nights

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shes a rainbow

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"Bitter End"

Finally some new Michael and Cordelia content! Non my best work (information technology'due south still a lilliputian rough)but well ... hither u become. ^^

PS CC & Cintiq

-Tammy 🖤

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Okay, this is a small Myrona ane-shot I wrote, because these two are killing me.

The "breathing your life" quote comes from Iris by Goo Goo Doll, simply I wrote it listening to Expect by NF slowed down.

If you lot want something to heed while reading, I recommend both of them.

I go out you lot now to your reading! Promise you savour!

New Orleans' skies

That day the skies of New Orleans were pouring incessantly, almost as if they intended to mirror Myrtle'due south eyes. The redhead witch was lying on the bed, shaken past her ain pain, a hand reaching sometimes to catch her tears and prevent them from wetting her chin.

The Robichaux'south Academy was quiet, and one would even say calm, without knowing the endless turmoil of the women living in that location. The calmness was surely caused by Fiona'southward absence, and while Myrtle would have sworn otherwise in front of anyone else, she hated it. Fiona'southward absence was everything she longed and feared, everything she needed and yet despised. She knew that the years had passed.

She knew that she shouldn't care.

But the thought of Fiona in that man's arms, whoever he was, was sickening and heart wrenching at the same time.

She felt her heart literally sink, her body numbing and her tummy revolting, and she could hear Fiona's laughter somewhere, near every bit if her hurting was entertaining for the wicked witch who had caused this endless hurting.

Wicked bowwow.

And there she was, Myrtle Snow.

The Head of the Council.

The protector of truth.

The mother of Cordelia Goode.

And at the terminate, just Myrtle.

Drowning in her own pain, simply like she had all these years.

Did Fiona remember?

The times they kissed, they held each other, the times they stayed up all dark? The times they looked at each other and could see the world?

Perchance she didn't. Maybe she had just been a game of young Fiona to further her ain roots as the supreme, or peradventure she had just been nothing to her.

Myrtle didn't know and information technology was killing her.

She was now 60 years former, and yet she felt the aforementioned pain she felt when she was 20. She had given anything to the Coven, to Fiona.

She did non know what else she could requite, if in that location was anything left of her that could be useful.

Fiona had taken it all, scratching the bottom with cat-similar claws. Ironic, since she used to make fun of Myrtle for her honey of felines.

Cordelia had been worried for her that morning, mumbling words like "yous're so stake, Auntie Myrtle".

Pale.

Fiona fifty-fifty managed to suck colour dry from her skin.

The Myrtle that was now lying on the bed was clutching at the blankets, muffling her sobs with the pillow.

She couldn't allow anyone know.

Existence without nobility in private was i matter, in public it was a totally different i, and for now in the coven she even so had to concur her title. Her name.

For Delia she could exist Auntie Myrtle, and for Fiona she could be "Myrt" but in the coven she had to exist Myrtle Snow.

And however she wished she could go back to being just Myrtle.

Just a woman, in her own bed. Preferably with Fiona by her side.

Even if it was to mock her, or fight.

She would take taken anything, for another 24-hour interval like that.

For some other time in which it was merely the two of them.

Myrtle ready on the edge of the bed, even so shaking due to her violent breakup. She withal intended to cry, but she was also thirsty, and if she did not desire the coven to die with her she had to alive.

With trembling hands, she reached out for an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey on the table close by.

The flavour was inebriating, and reminded her of the taste on Fiona'south lips. The bitch lived on that stuff.

And Myrtle lived best on her lips, so it just seemed reasonable to potable more. Non so much as to go drunk, merely as much was needed to remember.

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing with forcefulness spread throughout the whole house, making Myrtle drib the drinking glass on the floor, shatters of drinking glass everywhere.

It wouldn't go unheard. It couldn't.

Before Myrtle could even beginning to lean and take the shards, Fiona had opened the door abruptly, closing it right afterward stepping inside.

"What is it, huh? Need a petty hand, Myrt?"

She was smirking, and all the same Myrtle couldn't catch the usual bitterness in her tone when she talked to her.

"Yous scared me" mumbled Myrtle, turning to finally lean and take hold of the pieces of glass constellating the flooring.

"I know, Myrt. I am deplorable".

Myrt looked at her, almost in wonder.

Fiona Goode didn't apologize. Ever.

Unless she did desire something.

"Do you need anything, Fiona? I mean, I don't think y'all accept come up here merely to help me with a cleaved glass. If y'all need something just spit it out"

"Are y'all trying to imply something? I hateful, if I am non incorrect I managed to become rid of the witch hunters without yous"

"Oh yep Fiona, I am sorry I forgot such an important matter that happened when I was little more than expressionless", spat Myrtle, finally managing to recompose with her powers the drinking glass.

"No Myrtle, I… I am sorry, really sad".

Fiona's voice was insisting, and for once, honest, so much that Myrtle couldn't help but just nod.

And break down again, just she was no glass.

She couldn't fix herself with so much as a snap of her fingers.

Fiona had already reached her side, wiping her tears abroad and holding her firmly confronting her body.

"Wha-"

"Shh, Myrt… I desire you now, don't push me away"

Myrtle just couldn't decide if this was a sick dream, or if she had really heard those words, but for now she settled to inhaling the scent of cigarettes and whiskey, hiding her face on the cheat of Fiona's neck.

Fiona was the offset to let go, and she looked in Myrtle's eyes, looking downwards to settle her gaze on her lips.

"I've been waiting so much to do this" she said, before burdensome her lips into Myrtle's instantly tasting her essence, what made her so… her Myrtle.

She deepened the kiss, and so much that without noticing, she had climbed on Myrtle, lying her body on hers.

"Fiona, isn't he going to-"

"I killed him".

Those words had left the blonde witch'due south lips almost harshly, as if she was bellyaching of the interruption.

"You killed him?! Are you crazy?"

"No, I am just deeply, madly in dear with you, and I don't desire anyone or anything coming against us. Ever again, non again".

Myrtle was looking for any sign of dishonesty from her, and while she badly wanted to treat what happened to the homo, she couldn't find a lie in Fiona's iris, or whatsoever fucks to requite for the man that had just been slaughtered.

She could merely inhale Fiona'south olfactory property and lose herself in her eyes.

"I... why now? Is it because you are dying?"

"No, information technology's because I want to live, and the but style I have institute I tin live is by breathing your life. Living it with you. I need you Myrtle, please…"

This time the interruption was sudden, and yet much more appreciated. Myrtle's tongue connected dancing with Fiona's, exploring again her mouth. She couldn't have enough of it.

She couldn't have enough of her.

Fiona smiled and gave in.

They were both at home.

That night the skies of New Orleans were clear of any cloud, almost equally if they intended to mirror Myrtle's soul. The redhead witch was lying on the bed, held tightly by the beloved of her life, a hand reaching sometimes to brush her own hair away from her face. She smiled.

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Some old foxxay fan art, for an ongoing RP thread plot, I'yard bringing dorsum from the expressionless.

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I've missed you lot forever. prints & stickers

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