Macaron (マカロン)

@a-macaron.bsky.social

Artist & writer. Adult. Any pronouns ok! All OCs all the time. No AI ever, all art is hand drawn. Written content intended for mature audiences. Adult account @macaronafterdark #dailyart #macaronoc #macaronwip

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I did not realize he was that much taller she looks so short!!!!

Evelyn character sheet showing a woman in a dark red gothic lolita fashion dress. She has horns, a tail, and long hair.

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Only 27 years old when she "died," Evelyn is a feisty, emotional, but kind and empathetic woman. She is prone to jumping to conclusions and has bouts of social anxiety due to a lack of companionship from her constant illnesses and frequent hospitalizations.

Evelyn has pale skin with warm brown undertones and vivid indigo eyes. Her long, wavy black hair is her favorite feature, but she also loves the pearlescent horns and prehensile tail C gave her to disguise her humanity. At 5'0 (152 cm) Evelyn is considered unusually tiny in the fae realm of Below.

Since she spent most of her life in hospital gowns or practical clothing, Evelyn loves the elaborate gothic lolita fashion Az favors. Her favorite dresses are from classic, mature brands, like this velvet dress from Anna Angelina. She has trouble walking in heels but is determined to overcome it in order to be just a little bit taller.

Evelyn Barraster

Digital handdrawn art by Macaron. Characters Az, a tall male demon, and Evelyn, a short human woman disguised with horns and a tail, stand back to back. A gradient red Thread with silver by Az and blue by Evelyn is looped around their ring fingers.

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Digital hand drawn animated gif by Macaron. Evelyn, a human woman disguised with horns and a tail, stands with her hand outstretched and a nervous expression, in front of a version of Fuseli's The Nightmare that has her as the paralysis victim and Deciduous, a monster made of teeth, sitting on her as the demon. The wallpaper, redrawn from William Morris' Acanthus Leaves pattern, has moths with blinking eyes in their wings, and various other items like photo frames have eyes and are blinking. There's a version of the painting Christina's World that has been redrawn as Evelyn's hospitalized self, a copy of the melting clocks painting, and a painting of Az as The Wander in the Sea of Fog. Keys, an hourglass, an IV kit, a skull, scissors, and roses are also hanging in the dark hallway. Out of the right hand side of the image, Az's hand is reaching for her.

“Oh?” C raised a brow as she looked at him.

“You're gonna tell me that?”

“It is Evelyn.” The three syllable name rolled slowly off his tongue. He picked up his pen, looking down at the paper to decide where to begin. Every part of his posture was dismissing C, trying to cover up the enormous trust he had just placed in her.

“Evelyn. Hazelnut, island, water... desired.” C paced slightly as she spoke, pausing on the last word and casting Az a knowing look.

Az couldn't stop his furrowed brow from displaying his confusion, which seemed to please C greatly. Her grin grew, and she twirled her pipe between her fingers again. “It's all in a name, babe. You might criticize my letters, but would you really wanna be called something meaning ‘hazelnut'?”

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maramahan

Here's a tip I picked up from a friend that's helped me a lot - replace self deprecating jokes with ironically self aggrandizing jokes

Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying "I'm just a disaster human" I say "I'm the epitome of grace and beauty"

Or like, when I draw a picture I'm not 100% happy with, instead of saying "my art is trash" I say something like "you know I think it's time we replaced the Mona Lisa"

When you do that you get to make a joke, but you're ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y'know?

And eventually it becomes a reflex and you get so used to it that you can say nice stuff about yourself even when you AREN'T joking

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Cropped image of Evelyn, lookinh anxious, standing in front of a painting pastiche of Fuseli's The Nightmare, with herself with Deciduous on her chest.

Digital handdrawn art by Macaron. Holly, a human woman, stands on her tiptoes to touch the face of D, a male demon, as he smiles down at her with his hands in his coat pockets. There are decorative pumpkin vines on either side.

Screen photo, boomer style, of file dates stating that the file was created Monday December 31 1979

“I am of the Fae, specifically, I am what humans would call a demon, or perhaps a devil.”

“Oh my god—Am I in hell, then?” Evelyn felt a small bit of horror coupled with confusion as she shifted on the soft cushions, glancing around her surroundings again.

M-maybe I was a jerk, but that still seems kind of harsh! Who could possibly be nice with the kind of pain I was dealing with every day?

Still... Hell is awfully comfortable, if that's the case...

“You are Below.” He didn't elaborate on that point, placing a hand on his chin. “Now, I will be calling you...”

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Az was writing at his large, elegant wooden desk in front of the room Evelyn was sleeping in when he heard a ripping sound—familiar, annoying, and most of all unnecessary; he hadn't heard this one in over ten years and she certainly knew how to do it silently by now.

With a familiar twitch of his wrist, he snapped up a barrier and blocked the expected attack without looking up, and continued to write with his left hand. The papers on his desk did not stir as the sharp wind was deflected and dissipated out on the marble floor.

The second attack was strong enough to require his full attention. It managed to ruffle his papers slightly, but the curtains behind him remained still. He glared up at the void opening in front of his desk. "Are you quite finished, C?"

Handdrawn digital artwork by Macaron of Mina, a young woman in a witch hat and cloak, with Ghourdy, a pumpkin with leaf hands, sitting in her apron

a 10cm doll of the character Evelyn poorly photoshopped onto the "Palm Size; small in size but can still things" meme

It was pitch black.

Abruptly, the foggy sensation clogging her brain vanished, like water thrown on cotton candy, leaving only a sticky residue. Evelyn blinked, but the darkness didn't dissipate. Her heart began to race, and she clutched her shaking hands over her chest as she took in a panicked gasp of air.

What the fu-what the fuck was I thinking? Where am I?

She spun around and felt in the dark for the door. It felt like thick, beveled wood, the kind she pictured in a medieval castle or fortress. Her hand found the doorknob and she turned it frantically. It was firmly latched. She banged her fist on it.

"H-hey! Let me out!" Her voice was barely a squeak.

No one knows where I am Az doesn't know where I am he told me to stay put and I didn't stay put and he'll never find me no one will find me it's so dark so dark-

The inky blackness felt like the cold water of the pool closing over her head. It was becoming physical, crushing her; it was invading her throat and clogging it, cutting off the air, drowning her. She slammed herself against the door and banged with both fists as the panic grew. Her voice came back unexpectedly in a shrill wail. "Let me out!

Please! Let me out!"

There was a sound louder than her banging, much louder than her heart slamming in her ears.

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