#Garroth

[mysteriousladd]

MY BOYFRIEND AND I AS GARROTH AND LAURANCE FROM MCD!!!

Since tomorrow is Valentines day I thought I would post an old drawing I made of my boyfriend and I for our anniversary this past year.

I used a lot of different tumblr drawings for inspo.

[dryya-doesnt]

Heirloom and Honor:

In which we feel the weight of our history and bear the burdens of our responsibilities.

This took… way too long… here’s the background only version w all the little Easter eggs and such.

Some progress images! From layout to finish.

This is my most ambitious piece to date…maybe my last fanart for a while haha 😞😞

Some lore thoughts going into this illustration — feel free to ignore:

I was thinking this takes place in S2 in the Zianna Ro’Meave rescue arc, where Garroth returns to O’Khasis after many years to rescue his mother…He comes across their oldest (historically, the first in Ru’aun) cathedral and finds it in a wrecked and pillaged state.

The pious folk have pretty much abandoned the cathedral following Zane’s disappearance for 15 years and the Tu’la invasion was the nail on the coffin. The cathedral is completely barren of life except for the few intact stained glass windows that recount the history of the Divine Warriors.

Around this time it’s revealed that Garroth is the current holder of Esmund’s relic— is he anxious? Lost? Jumpstarting his quarter-life existential crisis?

I hope that everything here in this illustration captures my vision and conveys it to you. This is pretty much a love letter MCD HAHAHAHA

[vwenties]

i HAATED zanemau alot as a kid but now as an old and wise 16 year old. ive come around oh and bonus sprinkles + garroth doodle cause i dont feel like uploading it on its own lol

[jinkiesmariz]

I was gonna post this later but I’m not gonna draw Zane I choose child neglect instead. Anyways look at my beautiful husband and his emo younger brother that’s technically lived longer than him and god’s favorite nerd

I drew garroths Season 2 fit cuz I wanted him when I saw that sorry and I decided to catch up a bit and felt insane all over again

[starhvney]

when i was younger the scene of both garroth and laurance turning into their alternate forms genuinely changed me as a person i think, so here's a wip i never ended up finishing of them!

[tanoroe]

HC’s as to why no one recognised Garroth for all that time lmao

[that-one-i-think]

HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL

MCD Garroth or younger MCD Garte but they look like Jacob Holland from Sea Beast

Just...... hear me out y'all.

[elrianuiverna]

Forgot to post this here— Candi’s Cover Contest 🕺

[pippalette]

Garroth was there for Aph when she needed him🤧

[madhighlows]

linup part two electric boogaloo

[nobieka]

my LOVES *goes insane*

[dryya-doesnt]

Ermmm so I was a bit unsatisfied with how this illustration turned out so I touched it up….a bit…

For context, here’s what it looked like before when I thought I was done with the piece…

I wanted to bring back the original mood I was aiming for: Garroth’s uneasiness in filling in the shoes of his predecessors, paired with the growing anxiety of his mother’s safety (Zianna rescue arc).

And I felt that the first version of this illustration just didn’t capture that quite right. Here, it looks like a glorified, awe-striking, grandiose moment of Garroth’s life. I think with the new lighting that it captures the emotional undertones better while maintaining that awe and wonder with the divine warriors.

Uh if you got this far in this yapping, here’s a mockup of what gold foil would look like with this illustration (white is where foil would be). I have an interest check (<<<< click that) for a mcd print run that’s closing on 9/1/24, so go check that out if you haven’t.

That’s all from me…Fall semester has begun so I’ll probably be disappearing off and going MIA for a while, probably.

[yoinkschief]

SHUT UP DON'T LOOK AT ME I'M NORMAL I'M THE NORMAL ONE YOU GUYS ARE THE WEIRD ONES DON'T LOOK AT MY SHAME

[spiriiitt]

PDH GARRANCE!!!

Losing my mind i never draw guys but they look so fine.. if they ever need a third :praying: ..... Anyways hc, as a reference to mcd, Laurance has central heterochromia with green, but the majority of his iris is the blue. And also hc that he wears glasses/contacts, but wears contacts basically everywhere but home, (another reference to mcc) from when he went blind in mcd, I like to think his eyes didn't return fully to how they were idk. I like referencing their former selves in my mystreet/pdh designs of them . Also I'm writing a pdh garrance fic so they're on my mind 24/7 atm ngl... anyways my bbygirls

[jinkiesmariz]

BRO PLEASE POST GARROTH DONT GATEKEEP I NEED MORE OF HIM IN UR STYLE😩 THIS IS ALL I WANT

Here is an old sketch I only posted on Twitter for you pookie

I get lazy tho and am never satisfied with how I draw him so 💔 erm sorry

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐕𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys garroth x fem!reader

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: cockbulge, formal wear, lingerie, strip tease, creampie, possessiveness

𝐌𝐀��𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

while he tried to avoid it, garoth begrudgingly was still in line to inherit the ro’meave corporation. when he wasn’t able to use anything from a list of excuses to avoid the “responsibilities” his parents placed on him, he was finally talked into attending a fancy dinner, one where a daughter of another big corporation just so happened to be attending. a sneaky set up from his father, no doubt.

once zianna has revealed this information to him, though, he wasn’t having it. and in an act of rebellion he took you to get a gorgeous—expensive—dress and swiped it on his fathers card, before proudly displaying you to every rich attendee in the expensive restaurant you couldn’t even pronounce the name of.

you knew he wasn’t even considering the girl—very obviously from how dedicated he was to you. he hadn’t spared the girl a glance other than being polite in introductions, his hand instead gripping onto the soft fat of your thigh through your evening dress when it wasn’t occupied with a fork to eat with.

his seething frustration with the whole situation, from dragging you into the store to dress you up, to showing you off to a group who likely, save for zianna, didn’t care for your presence in the slightest. his possessiveness and apparent need to show off how much better he thought you were than anyone his father threw his way was so undeniably… a huge turn on.

needless to say, throughout all of his planning you had been drooling at the mouth (and elsewhere), and a perfect plan had began to brew up in your head.

a deep, frustrated groan leaves garroth’s lips as he leans back onto the bed, his long legs spread out from the edge. the thick muscles of his thighs tested the limits of the nice gray slacks he wore, as well as the heat he packed between them. he wasn’t even hard… yet. but even so, his cock bulged and strained against the fabric it was confined to, even soft. his blue blazer has been tossed to the side, leaving him in his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tie loose around his neck. 

“i can’t believe he tried that. he knows i’m with you, doesn't he? and the fact he flew us out to a hotel and everything for this shit.” his jaw clenches, arm thrown over his eyes as a tense sigh leaves his lips. “does he think—“

another strained breath of air leaves his nose as he cuts his own words off, seeming to not even want to bother going over this…again. quietly, you step closer to him, standing between his legs.

“i know… but it’s over now.” you watch his leg twitch when your fingers softly graze his thigh for attention, before turning around. “…can you help me unzip my dress?”

his arm moves from his eyes to help him lift himself up, and there’s a satisfying hitch in his breath when he realizes how close you are to him. thick fingers drift to your hips first, resting against them before they trail up your waist to the zipper.

“you look beautiful,” he murmurs, your dress loosening as he drags the zipper down. “as always.”

you bite your lip in anticipation, legs squeezing together as you step away, spinning back around to face him. “and you look handsome… as always.”

a soft smile spreads across his face, and you can’t help but pause in your movements to admire him. his eyes sparkled with the love he had for you, the deep cerulean color full of nothing but warmth as he beholds the sight of you in front of him. but, your plan must continue.

very slowly, you shift the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders, letting the top fall past your breasts and rest on your waist. it leaves the lacey, thin bralette you wore on full display for him, your chest perfectly cupped in the fabric. his smile slowly falls, but not out of disappointment. no. instead, his mouth falls agape, eyes wide and dilating like a man starved for weeks seeing his eyes on his favorite meal.

you watch him close his mouth, lips thinning as he gulps down the saliva that formed in his mouth—his adam’s apple bobbing against his throat. his eyes dart up to your face, and you barely avoid his hand as he reaches out to grasp your hip.

“i’m not done undressing. be patient.” you scold, unable to hide the small grin that fights to make itself known on your face.

a short, breathless laugh leaves his lips, and he leans back into his arms at your will. “fine. cheeky girl.”

the bulge was much more prominent in his slacks now, his cock painfully straining against the gray material and showing a full imprint against his thigh. your lungs stutter at the sight, and suddenly your plans to slowly tease him begin to waver in your mind.

skipping your fingers into the fabric of your dress, you pull it off your hips, letting the expensive fabric hit the floor and leaving you in nothing but your heels and the dark blue lingerie that decorated your body.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he breathes, licking his lips as his gaze moves up and down your body, practically burning into your skin.

the ro’meave rarely cussed—so when he did you couldn’t deny both how amusing it was, and how it left a flush of red against your cheeks.

stepping out of the fabric, you move between his legs again, hands cupping his cheeks as you lean down to press a long kiss against his lips. before you can fully pull away, his hands are gripping onto your ass, and you suddenly find yourself flipped onto your back, with garroth’s broad body looming over you. his eyes are blown in lust, the pretty blues of his eyes barely visible as his pupils swallowed the color in the dim lighting of the room.

too focused on your satisfaction at how quickly you managed to turn him into this mess, you don’t realize he’d moved his hands from your behind until cool air suddenly met your cunt, and his thick fingers began to already work their way inside. your slick had already soaked into the lace, your pussy already drooling for him and making the work on his fingers easy.

a soft groan leaves his lips, his head dipping to your shoulder as he pumps his fingers into your tight hole. “you had this all planned out, did you?”

“mm—mhm—“ you barely respond, focused on the shocks of pleasure shooting up your nerves and the spot on your neck his lips were dragging against.

“of course. i should’ve known you were up to something.” he muses, voice rasped and deep.

your head falls back, a quiet moan leaving your lips. his fingers alone could get you off, the size of them enough to ignore the inexperience he had before getting with you. that was in the past, though. by now, he knew every spot to curl his fingers and which places to hit to get your legs shaking and cunt leaking pretty quick. in fact, you could feel your release building up already, your abdomen feeling tight as he continues his ministrations.

your eyes flutter shut as you let him take the lead, before suddenly and cruelly you’re left empty, his head lifting from your chest. a dissatisfied groan leaves your lips, legs squeezing into his sides as you frown up at him. “why?”

“sorry, darling.” he huffs, not caring how your slick dripped from his fingers and stained the gray color of his pants as he fumbled to pull his fly down. “i can’t wait any longer.”

whatever complaints you had leave your mouth, your head going dumbly empty as he slides his slacks down just enough to pull his cock from its confines. he looked painfully hard, veins prominent against his length and the tip red and already dripping with precum. 

his tie brushed against your stomach as he loomed over you, and on impulse you reach out to tug on it, barely giving him time to slam his hand on the mattress near your head as he catches himself. you tilt your head up in a silent request for him to close the gap between your lips, one he gladly accepts without hesitation, letting you drag him down by the knot in his tie with a small smirk on his face.

his breath was hot, and it seemed to invade and practically choke your throat as he kissed you deeply. his tongue brushing against yours completely takes your attention, but not enough to register the sound of fabric ripping and your panties suddenly feeling very loose against you. you pull from him, looking down to see his fingers tossing away the fabric from your opening, the material completely ripped down the middle.

“hey—this set was expensive—!” you protest, though quickly silenced with a sharp gasp as the fat tip of his cock pressed against your opening.

“i’ll buy you five more,” he says, leaning in to kiss you again as his hips roll into yours, pushing his girth into you. your jaw drops open at the stretch, giving him the perfect opportunity to steal any chance of you breathing properly as his tongue delves back to its previous place against yours.

even when he spent time prepping you, even when you were dripping with need for him, he always felt so big inside of you. a deep groan leaves his lips into your mouth as you squeeze against him, the noise rattling in your rib cage and leaving you completely limp in his hold. he shallowly begins to thrust into you, his cock bullying its way into your shuddering walls and sending bursts of electricity up your spine.

“you have,” he pulls from your mouth, his breath coming in short huffs against your neck. “no idea—fuck—how badly i wanted to drag you into the bathroom and take you then and there in that restaurant. the way your dress hugged you? i almost didn’t want you to leave the room looking that good. wanted you all for myself. you have no idea how many men were looking at you tonight.”

as he talks of his scandalous thoughts from earlier that evening, his pace grows rougher, deeper into you. you couldn’t even begin to respond to his words, the only noise coming from your lips stuttered and high-pitched moans as he continued to churn your guts. your throat constricts as pleasure overwhelms you, and you swear you feel his dick pounding against your skull as he batters it into your cunt.

“but only i get to have you like this, huh? sweet thing, dressing up just for me. you’re so—“ he groans, before a small whimper leaves his lips. “so good to me. you’re so perfect. wouldn’t even think of choosing anyone but you.”

his name comes out in a broken moan from your lips, eyes unable to stay open as his hips shift, giving him the perfect angle to push you over the edge.

“fuck—“ his hips stutter, the hand that was holding your hip tightening, likely enough to leave bruises. “say it again.”

your breaths are quick, leaving your head spinning. his head drifts down to your breasts, his teeth grazing against the soft plush of them as they bounce against his thrusts. when you don’t immediately respond he bites down on the lace near your nipple, pulling a squeaked yelp from your lips before you practically chant his name.

it’s only a moment later that your voice pulls his orgasm right out of him, a long moan leaving his throat as his hips stutter into yours, his balls slapping against your cunt as his hot, thick cum fills you to the brim. his hips roll into yours, his thumb raising up to your clit and massaging the bundle of nerves. it sends a white flash across your vision, before you also tip over the edge, your release mixing with his and dripping onto the nice hotel sheets beneath you.

soft kisses press against your sternum, peppering up to your face as the two of you catch your bearings. slowly, he pulls himself out from your warm cunt, a small grunt of dissatisfaction leaving both your lips at the gap between you that was left behind.

“you alright, sweetheart?” he breathes, pulling away to get a look at your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“more than good.” you murmur, fingers drifting to his shoulders, the skin there slightly trembling and his dress shirt damp from sweat.

his lips were plump, face shining with a glowing layer of sweat and blonde curls messily sticking to his forehead—out of place from its normal perfect styling. his eyes dart across your face for any signs of discomfort and sighing in satisfaction when he finds none. muscular arms wrap around you, scooping you up into his arms as he stands from the bed, cradling you to him as he makes his way to the bathroom. he doesn’t set you down as he turns on the shower, instead keeping the contact of your skin on his as he waits for the water to warm. 

sudden chuckles leave his lips when he glances to the mirror, and you find yourself following his line of sight in confusion.

“i knocked one of your shoes off.”

you lift your bare foot in the air, along with the other that still barely held on to your heel.

one of his arms tightens across your back and his hand grips your ass, holding you in place as he trails his other hand along your leg, pulling the shoe from your foot and setting it on the counter. it sets in the realization that you were practically bare save for the bralette, while he was still completely clothed. it makes a small pout form on your lips, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your lover who hasn’t stopped looking at you. 

“what, sweetheart?” he hums, looking up into your eyes with a smug look, like he already knew what you were thinking. 

“i want to see you naked, too.” you huff, and it pulls a whole-hearted chuckle that bursts from his lips and warms your chest.

perfect-set teeth pull against his bottom lip, an eyebrow raising as his hands squeeze against your bottom. “don’t worry. we’ll solve that problem pretty soon.”

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