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If you've found this small slice of the internet then you should already know what the artist Molten Gold creates. If you don't, then she advises you proceed with caution - if fictional fathers and daughters tangled together to be destined as consensual, consanguineous lovers does nothing but inspire disgust, be it visceral or righteous, turn back now.
If that piques your interest however...
WELCOMEAUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR
ARTIST GALLERY
If you're interested in messier, sketchier work that I've done, check out my Sketchlog page! This gallery is more for finished work, or work that has a lot of context attached that facilitates the need for more of a description than what I can put on the Sketchlog page.
ARTWORK
PROMISES
At least Idris has the decency to whisper vulgar things to Ila when they're out in public, haha. More expression practice, painting over the models I have sculpted of these two's faces.
Ila is mine, Idris belongs to my husband ♥
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VULGAR
Practicing expressions with metalhead!Idris, by painting over a head sculpt I made of his likeness with photo references off to the side.
This specific expression is filed under: Things he'd do to Ila out in public when she looks at him, then when she does a double take, his face is totally neutral. Probably looking at his phone or something. Dirty old man. A provocation and a promise, and Idris keeps his promises to Ila.
Bonus: Jesus fucking Christ look at this comparison. That's three years, haha. I originally did this expression for some dumb naughty meme thing on Tumblr... He used to look so fucking weird. My art used to look so weird and unlike me. I'm glad that changed.
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PATERNAL
I've been halfway obsessed with the Metal Band!AU lately, so I decided to do a quick doodle of Ila and Idris from that AU after a pretty stressful day. Idris Abdur Rahim Faheem Al-Fasih is an immigrant from Lebanon who settled in the US in the 1980's. Ila comes about from a one night stand gone wrong - or maybe, gone very right - and Idris vows to settle and be there for mom and baby despite not knowing much about mom. Needless to say, tensions are high - she is not very kind about him being Lebanese, nor him being a non-practicing Muslim.
When Ila's around four, her mother goes out for lotto scratchers one evening and never comes back. Idris, once he realizes what happened and from then on, is a fiercely protective, nurturing single father to Ila. He loves his little snowy fawn more than he values his own life.
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IDRIS
I've been doing a lot of Stuff behind the scenes (work I can't share, bouncing between projects, attempting to navigate life through... everything going on in the world), and in between all of that I got the bright idea to record some video process for something since I haven't done that in years. So, I did this second portrait of Idris based off of the blender sculpt I made.
The process video was a very nice success, and you can find it available for download here ♥
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SUMMONED
On a whim I decided to play around with Blender the other night and made a quick sculpt of Idris's head - it's basically just a sketch. Then I took some screenshots of it in this dramatic sort of top-down light and drew over them, and holy fuck it was the best decision I'd ever made in my life LOL. I almost wish I could do that for everything, but I feel like the cost of sculpting every single thing I intend to illustrate would outweigh the potential benefit in the time taken alone.
But still, this was a fun, successful experiment that I intend to repeat for some other things. :D I talk a little more about the process and whatnot on my SubscribeStar, too!
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DIMENSIONS OF DISTANCE - PART 1
#Hardcover is running a contest that ends June 1st, and the theme is Sexual Distancing, a play on Social Distancing because haha thanks pandemic. :v But, if you're socially distanced, and can't fuck like you normally would, how would you envision being close and having sex with someone? Naturally, I made Ila and Idris have an interdimensional skype call with some physical perks you normally wouldn't get with a typical skype call, haha.
An unreleased illustration I did featuring Ila and Idris is also a part of #hardcover vol. 2!
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DIMENSIONS OF DISTANCE - PART 2
#Hardcover is running a contest that ends June 1st, and the theme is Sexual Distancing, a play on Social Distancing because haha thanks pandemic. :v But, if you're socially distanced, and can't fuck like you normally would, how would you envision being close and having sex with someone? Naturally, I made Ila and Idris have an interdimensional skype call with some physical perks you normally wouldn't get with a typical skype call, haha.
An unreleased illustration I did featuring Ila and Idris is also a part of #hardcover vol. 2!
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GOOD GIRL
Everything's been scary, so, decided to draw something that made me feel safe. Ila half shifted into her Cambion form in the controlled presence of her Incubus father - a vulnerable girl finding comfort in the hands of a capable, authoritative, dominant man.
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"TELL ME..."
Poor Ila is so shy sometimes - probably because her papa is handsome all the time. ♥ Ageplay/little stuff is something that is intensely therapeutic and cathartic to me, and this is the first time in a long time I've actually dipped my toes into drawing it. It was really embarrassing but really, really worth it, haha.
I definitely want to do more.
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EXPLORATION
I had a blast with this one! Incubus!AU Ila and Idris experiencing some exploratory-firsts together, hehe. I tried some... Not different, but tweaked? Methods? of working on this. It's not a fully fleshed-out painting like what I did for "Late Afternoon", but nor is it just a sketch. It's a very nice in-between that I really had a lot of fun getting to, haha! I did almost zero painting on top for this one. I think some flyaway hairs and by Ila's tail, for the most part.
Ila is mine, her father/lover Idris belongs to my husband ♥
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LATE AFTERNOON
Ila and Idris's first time in the Victorian!AU, after years of hiding their pining for each other from each other, then months of their shared confession weighing heavy on the both of them.
The catalyst for this dam finally breaking being an awful day of Ila being with her blackmailed betrothed, so - Idris decides to show her what real pleasure is. She's been in love with her old man since she was small, and he's always loved her in turn. So, it's no surprise that it comes to a head on the heels of a stupid boy trying to lay claim to what has always been the assassins' to claim.
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REFELECTION
A scene from The Summoning that wouldn't leave me alone until I drew it. I may redraw/repaint this in the future with the charcoal aesthetic found in a few other pieces in my gallery.
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THE SUMMONING
An ancient, unfathomable Incubus with intent set on claiming the heart of the girl that summoned him. The girl that was made from him, the lover that was made for him and him alone. Ila, who thought she was abandoned since childhood, unwanted and untouchable - only to discover through loss, grief, surreal nightmares, and an inexplicable haunting that she had not been abandoned at all. She had been stolen. Far from untouchable - she was only meant to be touched by one alone; a powerful Incubus called Idris.
He needs her as much as she needs him; an Incubus needs his Cambion daughter to become his mate for both of them to be completely whole.
"What do I call you?"
Her voice was soft, her brow knit in confusion. Two more tears fell down the planes of his gaunt face, and then he smiled.
There was an emptiness, a hollowness when he finally whispered, "Idris."
"Idris." Ila tested the name on her tongue as soon as he'd said it. The tall, lean figure kneeling before her looked like he was about ready to collapse, and the light shifted enough to obscure his face again, plunging them both in darkness.
"How far did you go?"
Ila blinked. "Where?"
"The book, the book," both of his hands - hands that could swallow the whole of her head - tenderly cradled her jaw, fingers lacing in her stark white hair, "how far into the book?"
"I..." she swallowed, lips parting, shaking hands reaching up to hold his knobby wrists, "I don't know. It told me how to... It told me what to do. I can't read any more of it. I don't understand it."
Her fingers brushed lighter linen and heavy cotton cloth, tickled by hair that stood on end, gooseflesh rising over his dark skin. They stayed that way, her head in his palms, his wrists in her hands, for what felt like an eternity. Still - Ila wasn't frightened, though somewhere she felt she should be. No one - no man - had ever been in her presence for such a sustained amount of time.
"Look again when you can," he breathed a shuddery sigh, "it won't tell you everything. Maybe not much at all."
He smoothed her hair back and wiped at her eyes with his thumbs again, "It won't tell you why it was in the attic. It won't tell you who I am."
Ila's gaze came into sharp focus. Her hair stood on end, she felt heat blossom in her face, felt her pulse quicken under his fingers. "How do you -"
"Mysteries that will be revealed in due time," he murmured.
"What does that mean?" She asked, a sob threatening in her throat.
"I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you." His grip became firmer, and the light shifted again, casting the old mans face in gradients of diffuse gray. It revealed the darkness of his eyes, the shape of his mouth, the set of his teeth. "I can't."
"Why?!" It was the closest she'd been to shouting in months. Ila finally found her fear and shoved Idris's hands away, scooting back and staring at him, wild-eyed.
His hands hung in the air where he'd just been touching her, fingers flicking. His jaw set, and she watched the motion of him swallow. The light shifted twice more, before his arms dropped, held loosely at his sides, just barely enough of a bend in one to hold his cane. They stared at each other for several heartbeats that felt like several lifetimes, breath caught beneath Ila's fluttering heart, breath slowly exhaled from Idris's flaring nostrils. Black staring into lilac.
"You're beautiful. More than I could have ever imagined."
There was an ache, set somewhere between the low growling cadence in his throat and the accent catching his tongue. Ila was too stunned to respond, but she felt it too - in the way that her heart squeezed, wrapped in the vines of a growing recognition. Before she could voice it, Idris got up from the dusty hardwood in one fluid motion, cane held sturdy in one hand to support his weight. Though, judging from the way he stood so squarely, she wasn't entirely sure he needed the cane.
"Will I see you again?" It came out in a rush, before she could think to not say it at all.
Idris looked down his hooked, crooked nose at her, stilling. His gaze shifted from hers, to the book next to her hand, and he croaked, "That's your choice to make, darling."
The light shifted again, and when Ila blinked, he was gone.
