Set my course straight for the abyss

Inspired by @kunoiichi 's beautiful fic As Long As It Is Willed it lives in my head rent free and I can't stop reccing it to folk irl who a) only vaguely know what patho is, and b) do not even read fanfic

[ID: A digital painting done in a rough brushy style with high contrast, too many colours, and a harsh bright light shining down. Artemiy is embracing Daniil from behind, one hand pulling apart one of his ribs while the other is lovingly tangled in a few of them, holding Daniil's heart. Artemiy is bending down to kiss Daniil's shoulder through his coat, while the latter gazes with an unreadable expression in his general direction with blood dripping from his lips and one gloved hand reaching behind to caress Artemiy's partially obscured face. Artemiy wears his blue sweater, and Daniil's shirt and waistcoat are open and rumpled, fading into the black of the background with faint red capillaries and blood vessels visible trailing down from his chest. \END ID]

I got so fixated on this for like a week that I made myself physically ill in my pursuit of,,,, well, not this lol, but *lies facedown on the floor* I really need to do something else now

[ID: A digital painting of Daniil Dankovsky in rumpled shirt, open waistcoat, and pants, clutching a broken bottle of bright red panacea that is dripping down onto the floorboards, while the other hand tries to half-heartedly push away an executor (with feathers instead of cloak). The one visible eye of the executor glows bright orange and illuminates Dankovsky, and it holds his upper body up from his hospital bed by the neck, while the other pale, skeletal hand is in the process of closing his eyes; one remains open through it's claws, and stares desperately at the cure slipping through his fingers. His legs are tangled up in a bedsheet. The scene is backlit in blue by the constellations through a window. \END ID]

[CW eyestrain]

Saw a note on my phone saying 'Clara looking up one eye highlighted horrified hands pointing in halo' and turned it into a lil perspective practice doodle

[IMAGE ID: A limited palette digital drawing, styled like an overexposed photo with stark black shadows. Clara sits with one knee up, looking up horrified at the viewer with one hand framing one eye, the other covering her mouth. The only spots of colour are her neon turquoise irises framed in blood red, and disembodied hands, in various poses of imploring or pointing, in the red with minimal turquoise lines. \END ID]