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spearsillustration · 2 months ago

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°[The Doctor's Out]°

Note: I really hope this turns out well. I've had an old hyperfixation reemerge, and I had to write something before the motivation slipped away. Recently, I have been quickly moving from one thing to another. Most of the time I have trouble writing longer fics. But I'm so excited to work on something for Richtofen. I've hardly seen any good fanfiction for him so I'd love any recommendations.

Word Count - 4,604

Page Number - 12.5

[Hurt Edward Richtofen x reader] SFW

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I had finally found him slumped against a wall after looking all over for him. Only to find him bleeding out from a wound in his abdomen. It seems he had enough energy to fight off some zombies before I arrived, but he was badly injured in the process. Seeing him like this almost knocked the breath out of me.

"I thought you vere going to leave me to bleed to death, it was so sad." He says quietly in a lighthearted manner, though his voice was weak.

"Keep quiet, you can joke about this as much as you like once I patch you up," I said quickly rushing to his side holstering my gun clearly worried about him. "How'd you even manage to bang yourself up this bad?"

He lets out a low chuckle, wincing in pain as he does. "I got cornered by a few of those damn things. You can only keep them off for so long before one of them gets the jump on you."

He grunts in pain as I kneel beside him, struggling to speak through the pain as blood pours from his wound. "How is it looking, my dear?"

"Well, you're the doctor, shouldn't you know?" I asked jokingly trying to lighten the mood up a bit more.

He lets out a weak chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. I know roughly how it looks, but I'm a little...distracted."

He glances down at his wounded abdomen, his hand hovering over the gaping wound as the blood slowly soaks into the tattered fabric of his shirt.

He was losing blood faster than I originally thought making my eyes widen and uncontrollably gasp. I quickly sat down on the ground next to him and threw open our med kit. I rummaged through grabbing what I needed.

He watches me silently, taking note of the look of shock on my face seeing the extent of his injury. His eyes follow every movement meticulously, analyzing my every reaction to the situation.

"I'm going to be fine, don't worry." He assures you quietly, trying to maintain a calm demeanor as his face twists in pain. Despite his attempt to appear unbothered, his hands clench into fists as his eyes narrow with discomfort. "I've had vorse."

"I'll stop worrying once I get you patched up." I had everything I needed and moved closer to his injured side. I had him lie down fully so I could get a better look to see what I was working with.

He complies with my request, grunting in pain as he slowly lowers himself to the ground, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on his wounded abdomen. His breathing quickens slightly as he sees the medical supplies in my hands, knowing that the pain he's about to feel is just the beginning.

"You can still leave me...if you want." He offers, half-jokingly as he looks up at me from his position on the ground.

"Don't even joke about that," I said sternly looking him in the eyes for a moment before getting back to work. I removed some of his outer layers and pushed up his shirt to get a better view of the injury.

He let out a sharp breath as I moved his shirt, exposing the ugly wound on his abdomen. The area around the wound was already turning a dark purple color from the internal bleeding, and the actual gash on his skin was still seeping with fresh blood. He grits his teeth, bracing himself for the pain that's to come as he looks up at my face again.

"Just do your work, dear." He mutters in a strained voice.

I gave him a sympathetic look knowing this was gonna hurt like hell, fixing this with what little we have.

He nods slightly in acknowledgment of the sympathetic look. He steadies his breathing, trying to mentally prepare himself for the pain that's about to come as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, resting it against the cold, hard wall behind him.

"Do your worst, love." He says quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

"I'll be as gentle as I can okay?" I said before starting to clean his wound.

He nods silently, bracing himself as best he can as I start to clean his wound. He grits his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he feels the cold touch of the antiseptic against his skin. Every muscle in his body tenses up, waiting for the pain to come.

"Just...get it over with, quickly please."

"I'll work as fast as I can. But if I don't do this right it'll only make it worse." Cleaning the wound helped slow down the blood flow making it easier to fix before stitching him back up. "But I'll have you back in one piece soon."

"I'm trying to hold still for you." He mutters through gritted teeth, struggling to keep from flinching as I touch the sensitive, wounded skin.

After a few minutes, I removed my hands and got the needle ready to sew him up. "We're almost finished, just need to sew you up and we're done," I said gently caressing his cheek with my hand for a moment before going back to work.

He nods quickly, a mix of relief and anticipation clear in his expression. The thought of being sewn up brings a grimace to his face, but he knows it needs to be done. He leans into the touch of my hand against his cheek for a moment, finding comfort in the soft caress.

"Just... do it quickly, okay?" He manages to say, his voice strained and shaky.

I quickly sewed him up and made sure it was secure before fixing his clothes. "All finished hon," I said with a sigh of relief. "I'll keep the medical work for you next time."

He let out a long sigh of relief himself once I finished stitching him up. He glances down at his abdomen, inspecting the work I did.

"Thanks, love. I'm sorry you had to stitch me up like that." He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable on the cold floor as he looks up at me once again. "You did alright despite zero medical training." He adds jokingly, unable to resist.

"Well, I never wanna have to stitch you up again, that better be the last time. Be more careful." I said putting everything back away.

"Now stay right there, I need to do a quick lookout to make sure we're safe to stay here for a while. You need to rest for a bit, and I don't need zombies cornering us before we meet back up with the group."

He nods in agreement, reluctantly admitting that I was right. He leans back against the wall, resting one arm over his wounded abdomen as his eyes fill with a mix of irritation and exhaustion. "Fine, fine, I'll stay put. Just be careful out there."

"I'll be right back," I said making sure my gun was fully loaded.

He watches me check my weapon, "Give 'em hell, my dear.." He says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face as he leans back and closes his eyes.

"Always do," I said leaving him there safely in the room we were in.

I wanted to make sure the building was safe to stay in over the night. I looked around checking every room hardly noticing a thing. Well, that was until I heard something. A lone zombie by itself it looked like from the corner I hid in trying my best to keep out of sight. It hadn't noticed me so I quickly rushed back. It wasn't the best but our circumstances could be far worse. As long as we stayed hidden and quiet we'd be fine, most likely. It wasn't one of my best plans but we didn't have many options. The group has been separated and my only teammate and medic got hurt.

He waits patiently in the room, his head leaning against the wall behind him and his eyes closed as he tries to rest. It had only been a few minutes since I left when he heard the door burst open suddenly. He quickly opens his eyes, looking up at me entering the room, noticing the tense look on my face.

"Everything alright?" He asks, raising a concerned eyebrow.

"It's fine. Only a few zombies lying around." I closed and locked the door behind me. "But we need to stay quiet and I prefer to take extra precautions." We were hiding away in an old office so I pushed the desk in front of the door along with the bookcase. This wouldn't do much but it's better than nothing. "This will do for tonight," I said dusting myself off and wiping the sweat from my brow.

He watches as I barricaded the door, his expression a mixture of resignation and irritation. He knew I was right to take extra precautions, but he seemed frustrated at having to hide away in an old office.

"Great, just great... we'll be stuck in here for the night then." He mutters, wincing slightly as he shifts his position on the floor, his injured abdomen still throbbing with pain most likely.

"Well we can't do much now, and you need to rest," I said turning to face him with another stern look.

He had already been pushing himself to the limit, and the strain of today's events had taken their toll on him. His exhaustion shows on his face as he leans back against the wall, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible on the hard floor.

"I guess you're right. I could use some rest. But.. what about you? You still haven't slept either.."

"I can wait, you need to rest. Doctors orders or so you'd say. Plus one of us needs to keep watch just in case anything happens. I'd hate to see what happens if both of us were taken by surprise. We probably wouldn't survive that one."

He rolls his eyes at my mention of "doctor's orders," but can't help letting out a small chuckle.

"If you say so, Liebling. I suppose I'm in no position to argue right now." He lets out a weary sigh, closing his eyes again as he tries to relax his aching muscles.

He was already hurting from his wounds so I hated to see him uncomfortable too. I walked back over and sat next to him. "Well, the wall isn't very comfortable is it?" I patted my shoulder gesturing for him to lean against my side and make himself comfortable.

He glances at me, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his expression. He sighs quietly, reluctantly accepting the offer as he slowly shifts his position to lean against my side, gingerly resting his head on my shoulder.

"I'm too tired to argue about this.." He mutters, his voice low and weary. But there's a hint of affection in his tone as well.

"Whatever you say, doctor," I said with a smile.

He lets out a soft breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he moves into a more comfortable position, resting against my side. Despite the situation, he can't help feeling a sense of comfort from my presence, even if he would never admit it out loud.

"That's better." He mutters quietly, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans into you. "Just wake me up if anything happens, got it, love?"

"Just rest, let me worry about everything for now," I said tenderly.

He nods silently, his eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, his weary mind slowly starting to relax allowing himself to simply unwind and rest. "Just for a little while.." He mutters, the fatigue slowly taking over as he allows himself to drift off to sleep.

I just lightly hummed in response.

The sound of soft humming fills the quiet room, its soothing melody acting like a lullaby that slowly lulls him to sleep. He leans even closer, his head resting against my shoulder, his breathing slowly becoming more steady and regular, a clear sign that he is gradually falling asleep.

I smiled as he fell asleep. He definitely needed it. I just listened for anything coming and kept guard as he slept. This was the first time I've seen him take anything remotely close to a break. However these days it was almost impossible for any of us to get a break. But it did bring a smile to my face to see him get some rest though I was almost envious.

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A few hours passed as he slept quietly, the room filled with the silence of the night and the soft sound of his steady breathing. During the first few hours, he remained motionless, too exhausted and in pain to stir. It wasn't until later in the night that he began to shift and murmur restlessly, his sleep disturbed by some unknown nightmare.

A few times here and there I could hear something moving around outside keeping me alert. As long as we were quiet and weren't located we'd be safe. I noticed him stir a few times here and there but I didn't think much of it since I can't believe anyone could have a truly restful night's sleep these days.

As the night progressed, his nightmare continued to cause him to stir and murmur in his sleep. Now and again he would let out a low gasp of pain or fear, his body tensing and flinching involuntarily as if trying to escape from whatever horrors his mind was tormenting him with.

After a while of this, it started to worry me too much to let it be. "Richthofen...Richthofen." I repeated gently trying to wake him up in case his nightmare caused him to hurt himself even more or make too much noise giving away our location.

His eyes snap open instantly, his expression one of disoriented confusion and fear. His heart was beating fast, his chest heaving heavily as he tried to figure out his surroundings in the darkness. It takes him a moment to realize where he is.

"S-Scheiße, what...where..?" He stammers, his voice hoarse and strained as he slowly regains his bearings.

You were having a nightmare, are you alright?

He takes a deep, shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as he runs one through his messy hair. The nightmare still had him feeling on edge, and his heart still felt like it was racing.

"Ja, I-I'm fine. Just a bad dream, that's all." He says, trying to downplay the situation. He didn't want me to worry about him any more than I already was.

"It seemed like a rough one. Not that I wanna pry. You were starting to move around and I didn't want you ripping your stitches or anything."

"Danke, liebe.. I appreciate your concern, I'm alright. Just need a few moments to catch my breath." He says, his voice sounding strained and weary as he tries to calm his breathing.

A loud crash outside the door interrupted us making me jump as I covered my mouth keeping myself from making noise. It sounds like something was knocked over right outside the door.

Edward's tired mind quickly snaps to alert at the sound of the crash outside the door and he instantly goes tense, his eyes wide as he looks at me.

"What was that?" He whispers, his voice low and urgent. He was fully awake now, adrenaline starting to course through our veins as he scanned the room anxiously, ready to defend the both of us if needed despite his injuries.

"Sounds like one of them knocked something over. It's probably nothing but we should stay quiet for now." I barely said over a whisper almost shaking as my hand rested over my gun.

Edward nods in agreement. Every little noise and shadow seemed to make us more nervous, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly.

"Right, let's stay quiet.." He mutters, his voice low and tense. "Hopefully it was just a stray zombie and it will pass on by."

"That's what I hope for."

He was used to dealing with hordes of undead regularly, but the stress of the situation was starting to wear on him. Sitting in a small, dark room with a group of undead roaming outside wasn't exactly on his list of preferred places to spend the night.

"Hopefully it won't try the door." He mutters, his eyes flickering toward the barricaded door.

"Well, don't jinx it," I said halfheartedly.

He lets out a low chuckle, trying to make light of the situation. "Right, my apologies. No jinxing allowed. That'd be bad luck, wouldn't it?" He teases, his voice still edged with nerves.

Suddenly a low, guttural noise comes from outside the door, causing both our hearts to skip a beat.

I unintentionally grabbed his arm for comfort as we both froze in silence and looked up at him with wide eyes.

His eyes flickered over to me as I grabbed his arm. He glanced at me and then back at the door, his breath caught in his throat as the noise got louder.

"Stay calm," He whispers, gripping my shoulder reassuringly as he speaks, trying to keep his voice steady.

I only nodded as I kept my hand hovered above my weapon.

The noise continued, almost sounding like a low growl. It lasted for a few moments, then slowly faded, leaving the room shrouded in an eerie silence. Edward exhales a shaky breath, his hand still gripping my shoulder.

"I.. think it moved on.." He says quietly, his eyes shifting toward the doorway.

"I hope so," I said feeling slightly relieved, and let my tense body relax.

Edward sighs, his body still tense as he keeps listening intently, straining his ears for any sign of movement outside. The silence was almost deafening, his heart still beating a little bit too fast for comfort. However, the fact that the sound seemed to have faded gave him a slight sense of relief.

"Looks like we're in the clear for now..." He mutters, his hand still on my shoulder, his grip a little tighter than usual as if trying to assure himself that I was still there.

My ears were practically ringing so I shook my head to get rid of the feeling. "Let's hope it stays that way."

He nods, his eyes still flickering toward the door every now and then. Even though the room was silent now, the tension was still thick in the air.

"Yeah. No sense worrying about what's outside. We just need to lay low and hope it stays quiet out there."

He pauses for a moment before speaking again, his voice a little softer than usual. "Hey, look at me for a second, love."

I turned to face him tilting my head slightly with a questioning look.

Edward's gaze locks onto mine, his blue eyes studying me intently. He looked tired, yet the concern was still showing on his face. “How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly, his voice gentler than usual. His hand that was on my shoulder gave a light squeeze.

"I'm doing al- I'm doing the best I can with our current situation." I didn't know how to answer. I was completely exhausted and overwhelmed with him being hurt, and everything was just crazy right now.

He notices the hint of distress in my voice knowing I was trying to downplay my stress for his sake. He knew me all too well.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." He says softly, his hand moving gently to cup my cheek. "You know you can be honest with me, love. It's just us right now, I'm here." He says, his thumb stroking my cheek gently.

"I-I'm just tired," I said leaning into his warm touch.

His fingertips brush gently over my skin as his hand rests against my cheek. My tiredness was apparent, and he couldn't blame me for feeling worn out. The stress of the day was taking a toll on both of us.

"I know, I know. But you've been through a lot today. You should rest." He says sincerely, his voice laced with a hint of concern and tenderness. His hand continues to caress my cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles against my skin.

"I'm fine, you're the one who needs rest, you're hurt. I can rest once we get back with the group." I mumbled out, sounding far more pitiful than I ever imagined myself sounding.

He sighs, shaking his head slowly as he looks at me. He can hear the fatigue in my voice and can see the shadows under my eyes. He knew that I was pushing myself to my limit, putting up a strong front for his sake.

"Love, I appreciate your concern, but you need to rest. You're just as tired as I am. There's no point in pretending otherwise."

His eyes were gentle and understanding. He didn't want me to push myself past my limits, especially not for his sake.

"But-" Is all I got out before being interrupted.

He cuts me off, shaking his head firmly. "No buts, not this time. You need to rest. I'll be fine, I've been through worse."

He says with a smirk, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair out of my face. Despite his joking tone, his eyes were serious, wanting me to take care of myself for once.

"Fine, but only because I'm too tired to argue."

He chuckles lightly at my response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'll take what I can get."

He says, his hand still caressing my cheek, gently tracing the outline of my face with his fingertips. He could see the exhaustion in my eyes, the weariness etched onto my features. "Get some rest, love. I'll keep watch, alright?"

"Alright, fine," I said before moving closer and cuddling up to his side like I had him do with me earlier.

He let out a slight laugh as I cuddled closer to him, a small smile on his face. He slides his arm around me, pulling me closer to him as he makes himself comfortable on the ground.

"Comfortable, love?" He teases me gently, his fingers tracing slow circles on my back. Despite the situation, he found a strange sense of comfort in having me close to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm pretty comfortable, but I'm not hurting you or anything are you?" I ask suggesting to his sewed-up side.

He shakes his head, the smile on his face growing slightly as he gazes down at me resting against his shoulder. "No, love, you're just fine."

"As long as you say so," I mumbled as my eyes grew heavy. It didn't take long for me to practically pass out from exhaustion.

He watched as my breathing began to slow, my body relaxing against his. He could feel the tiredness emanating from me, and it wasn't long before I drifted off to a deep sleep, my head still resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help but crack a small, genuine smile. Seeing me asleep and curled up against him sent a strange yet pleasant feeling fluttering through his chest. Even in a dangerous situation like this, he found a sense of comfort in having me near him.

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Like he did I could only sleep for a few hours before my body automatically woke me up. I'd probably never have a good night's rest for the rest of my days, though I did feel better than before.

Edward's eyes were open the moment he heard me stir next to him, his hand having rested automatically on my shoulder as you woke. He glanced down at me in the dark as I slowly sat up, his voice low and gentle as he spoke. "You alright, liebe? You didn't sleep long."

"Couldn't sleep, you know how it can be."

He nods, understanding all too well the struggle to find rest during stressful situations like these. He knew all too well how it felt to toss and turn for hours with endless thoughts racing through your mind in the dark.

"Yeah, I know the feeling. It's hard to find sleep when your mind won't let you relax." He says, rubbing his hand up and down my back soothingly, the action automatic and comforting.

Just then I heard voices making me jump up. I looked back at Richtofen before moving closer to the door to listen and prayed it was our little team. We'd be far safer to leave if it was them.

Edward was immediately alert the moment he noticed my reaction. He listened intently, straining his ears trying to make out the voices I was hearing. He gently grabbed my hand, silently signaling me to be cautious and quiet as he too moved closer to the door to listen.

One stupid joke told me exactly who it was making me smile before starting to move my shitty excuse of a barricade. Our team was right outside the door.

Edward let out a soft sigh of relief as he recognized the voices as well. He could hear Nikolai's deep, rumbling laugh and Dempsey's loud, cocky comments, and it put him at ease.

"Guess we got lucky this time." He mutters quietly, a small smile on his face as he watches me start to move the barricade.

"Guess we did," I said moving the last thing from our barricade. And before I opened the door I quickly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hay guys, good to see you're all alive," I said after opening the doors.

Edward was about to say something but was quickly cut off by Nikolai's booming voice. "It is good to see you both alive as well." He says with a chuckle, his eyes flickering to Edward for a moment before looking back to me.

I gently nudged our doctor. "He's been roughed up a bit, got anything to help the pain?" I asked the others since we only had so much.

Nikolai nodded, pulling a bottle of vodka out of his jacket pocket. "Vodka always helps the pain, ja?

#x reader #cod zombies #cod #edward richtofen x reader #edward richtofen primis #edward richtofen #oneshot #call of duty zombies #call of duty #sfw

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slightlyhopefulromantic · 10 months ago

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i was gonna wait until i finished the bitd and deadlands line-ups before posting these, but i'm not gonna get those done before the final season starts, so might as well bite the bullet now XD woohoo, oxventure d&d designs! i'll go into further detail below the cut for all of my thoughts on these designs and reasoning for smaller details, but for now, just know that i will never draw a cape. i simply cannot do it. hoods and weird draped fabric or nothing XD

okay i put like. waaay too many thoughts into a lot of these small details so im gonna allow myself to geek out here X3 firstly - though they're way too small to read properly, i did the little symbol eye shines i used in my first art for them! dob gets music notes, prudence gets fire, corazón gets hearts, and merilwen gets flowers. i usually draw egbert's pupils pretty thin to resemble a reptile, so he just gets normal eye shines, but i probably could have given him some here... he would get suns if i thought of that

dob - muscular in a wiry and dehydrated way, lol, hence having a more defined stomach/hips despite not being as strong as prudence or egbert. he has sad/down-turned puppy dog eyes at all times because i think the big-eyed endearing look is fitting for him, though i do make them darker blue than his canonical baby blues because i just... like how dark blue eyes look, lol. i'm pretty sure he canonically has the stomach scar, and obviously his facial scar has always been there, but i gave him a couple other ones just to show that hes pretty reckless. and he gets freckles because even though they arent mentioned in the dragon dogma's video, i noticed luke added some and. i like freckles a lot

prudence - i've said this before, but i love the thought of pru getting muscular after the werebear bite <3 i just think she should be a little bit hench. as a treat. once again, the heavy stomach scarring comes from the dragon dogma's video, because i found their design choices in that really fun. i change prudence's outfit the most out of any of the characters, just because her canonical outfit confuses me. i'm really bad at understanding/drawing fantasy wear as is, but her fit... i'm lost entirely XD so i free-balled a bit. her inner sleeves that hook around her fingers are based on jane's various prudence looks, and then the looser outer sleeve is just because i love prudence with a dramatic sleeve. originally the colors were closer to her canon outfit, but it just looked messy without all the details of the original, and then i tried red like jane's prudence looks but it didn't contrast enough with her skin. so i restricted them to just deep purples and black with pops of gold and dark magenta!

corazón - what can i say besides. transgender. LMAO honestly though, besides adding the top surgery scars, i just really like his canon look. i simplified the details, obviously, but i really love his big coat and his tall boots and the earrings and the black-on-black-on-black of it all. i didn't particularly feel like drawing hats when i was doing this, lol, so i stuck with a red bandana instead. the beads that are strung from it are black, red, purple, green, and yellow to match their guild's canonical color associations/the colored name plates they get in later seasons :] because corazón is the sentimental sort, even when he won't say it. also he gets a little cateye for his eyeliner, i dunno if i've ever said why i do that before haha

egbert - egbert my dearly beloved. literally just his canon look except he has la vache mauve on his tunic instead of fire! and the nose spikes i give him, i guess, but i forget those aren't canon. i actually usually draw him in mike's egbert get up, with the black robes and the golden dragon sigil, but i kinda wanted to move away from that to lean more into the end of legacy of dragons, where egbert fully commits to never going back to the dragon d'or. also i just love drawing little cow heads <3 also! i like the idea that rather than typical scar tissue, dragonborns grow thicker scales over places where they've been injured. so the thicker patches of small scales on egbert's body are meant to be scars! including his kidney scar, lol. the larger scales and the ones on his face were always there though, that's just dragonborn biology baby

merilwen - if i said i based merilwen's body on cartoon bears, would you forgive me... i just think it's cute LOL tummy <3 for the final dragon dogma's video reference, that's where her freckles and tattoos come from. ellen was right, merilwen with floral tattoos fucking rules. who am i to deny it. as a hairy woman myself, i also like making merilwen a hairy woman. she's a hippie, she would NOT shave. i also really love the red earrings she wears in her canon art, so i tried to carry that through to some other small parts of my drawing for her, and landed on the bands she has on her pants as well as the odd feather for her arrows. fun archery fact, for those who may not know - in modern archery at least, you usually will have a differently colored feather (or for my arrows, rubber fins lol) that indicate how youre meant to string the arrow! so i took advantage of that to give merilwen some more red, hehe

#oxventure #dob the half orc bard #prudence the tiefling warlock #corazón de ballena #egbert the careless #merilwen the wood elf druid #I really wanted to post all the line ups at once but I have fallen ill XD #and I’m busy tomorrow. so drawing is not in the cards for a bit #I’ll try and finish those soon 👍

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codylabs · 2 months ago

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Okay so obviously in blue hall we're starting with the 4 tezkotlapolka or however that's spelled. Red, white, black, blue. Them being first implies that this story happened fairly recently, after Tlaloc broke the mirror. That's standard, scene-setting, we know that one. What IS interesting is the assocaited pictures in the middle of each. A bleeding heart, a cyclone, a skull, and a tree. I know the red is typically worn as a little square thing over the heart. Cyclones/wind is often associated with Corn (more confirmation that he's the wielder of the white?) The purple skull resembles Mictlan, and the vision shared by Chuck and Coma Icky where Chuck didn't seem to be speaking as himself, which is INTERESTING to say the least. That black ick has lots of secrets left. And the blue is a tree surrounded by stars? If I recall correctly the sword was found in a tree but I'm not sure if there are any other connections.

Then in indigo hall we have what looks like more scene-setting. Mama spider's webs, with a yellow and blue sphere in the foreground (which I'll circle back to later.) Then some kind of cat thing surrounded by what look like wrenches, with a cogwheel as a halo. Then a moose or deer or something surrounded by what look more like trees, with the sun as a halo. To me that seems to resemble the dichotomy between industry and magic, which is something we see in the show too in Salem vs Hollow or City vs Country. However, I don't believe we've seen either of these characters before. Then we have what very clearly resembles OUTER SPACE. Since spirits in this world originate as meteors before falling into mama's web, this angle seems oddly appropriate, and may even serve as another dichotomy to the first scene of mama's webs. Cool cool. The stars are weirdly stylized, as 6-pointed shapes that somewhat resemble dandelion seeds. If this is a dandelion field and not outer space I will be sorely vexed.

Then in green hall, the People of Planet Earth ask the deer dude for help stopping an invasion of alien bugs but he gets his ass handed to him. I can't be 100% sure that's the correct interpretation, but will gladly fight anyone who says otherwise, because aliens are rad as hell and have been hinted at mutliple times already. We obviously already have precedent for strange beings falling from the sky, and Clark nerded out over a mysterious UFO weather balloon several episodes back, and the sequel(?) comic has space travel and other planets so. I want it to be aliens so bad. Look at 'em. 6-legged cubes coming from space. Cool.

Then in orange hall, Mr. Cat puts Mr. Deer's sorry ass back together (Kitty once said that spirits can survive dismemberment, so this is no surprise) Mr. Cat is then seen surrounded by black ick, holding aloft the Holy Railroad Spike of Antioch. I'm assuming he sacrificed himself to create it, since we never see him again in the murals, and the symbolisms of industry and railroad and cogwheel implies creation and invention. In any case, it appears to be some kind of weapon or tool to use against the aliens, because in Mr. Deer's rematch, he appears to do much better. In the final orange mural he appears to be riding an alien that has the railroad spike in its center. I can't tell if this is a deadly blow or some method of control, but the alien claws around the edge imply they're either circling around him, or fleeing? In any case, he seems to have been victorious against them. They do not appear again.

In grey hall things become more confusing. Mr. Deer has been pierced through the head with his own railroad spike. The reason for this plot twist is not obvious, but I think the implication is that mama had something to do with it? He is crying blood, knelt in her web. Is he being punished for hubris of some kind? Did the aliens deal this blow, and he's coming back to her for help? Is it symbolic for how industry destroys magic/nature, and he's coming to her for forgiveness? I don't think we have enough information yet to parce this. There is a red and a green ball of yarn beside him, similar to the blue and yellow recently, and which I'm now realizing look distintly like the meteorite coccoons that fallen spirits hatch from. We can gather that the deer and cat fell to earth together, and that the green and red here feel together as well. Seems important. The next mural appears to be Mr. Deer lying on the ground dead or dying, while a Lynx and a Rabbit (presumably/definitely young Wrip and Vinkle) stand over him. They are framed in red and green, the same colors as the coccoons in the previous mural. I think the implication is that they just hatched. If this story takes place over of a short-ish amount of time, that means they fell during the alien invasion. Are they associated with it in some way? The last two murals in the grey hall appear to looking upwards, while men approach with hostile intent. Could be from either Mr. Deer or Wrip and Vinkle's perspective, hard to tell, but context from the last hall's murals imply that they want the railroad spike.

In purple hall, Mr. Deer seems to be holding Wrip up. This is the one scene that I'm the least sure about, because A) Shouldn't he already be dead and B) why isn't he holding up Vinkle too? Could be that Wrip is somehow more central to whatever happens than Vinkle, which would make sense, because she seems to be the craftier and goal-oriented of the two. Maybe this is the origin of that? The last few murals appear to be Wrip and Vinkle taking the spike and fleeing into the forest, never to be seen again. This completes the answer to one or two long-standing mysteries, which was why they were absent in eipisode 2 and why they were oblivious about Amaroq: they aren't native to the area, and came there as children, from far away.

I think that's all-ish. There's probably more symbolism with the indigo hall murals that I didn't get into, but I was more focused on the new story being told.

Things to look out for in new episodes:

Any further mention of aliens, otherworldly beings, or other worlds

Any mention of a lion, puma, or cat-like spirit, or a deer, moose, or bison-like spirit.

ANYTHING concrete about Wrip and Vinkle.

Any explanation for the origins of Salem or the men of industry

Hints of any link between Mictlan and the black ick?

That railroad spike.

Go watch No Evil by Betsy Lee.

the full mural in Briarwood House

#no evil #no evil betsy lee #theories

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coral roses. (m)

dialogue prompt #2: “If you won't do it then I'll”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship, smut, pwp(?), fluff

word count: 1,414

warnings: making out, unprotected sex (more like a quikie(?)), top!oc, bottom!jk

summary: jungkook loses a bet because he needs to devour you

a/n: drop your feedbacks guyss!! pretty much a pwp :)

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“If you won't do it then I'll”, he grits his teeth, more like in a cute way making you chuckle. You glance at him through the book you're reading at the moment, winding up to relax from the long day.

“Well then you lose”, you coo. He plops on a farther end of the bed, bringing himself to sit on his heels.

“Why are we even doing this in the first place baby?”, he whines, tapping on your ankles a little to catch your attention. First of all you are taking a really childish challenge way too seriously and acting like a brat on top of that.

“You started it”

“I was drunk!”, he fights back, his doe shaped eyes enlarging to show his disappointment.

“It's just a few more hours Jeon. Don't be so impatient hm?”, you don't look up at him. Going on and about teasing him. He did like it sometimes, but right now wasn't the time.

To put more context, Jungkook drunk confessed that he is addicted to your lips and kept kissing them all through a party and you sort of pricked on his lack of self control. And since Jungkook is a man fond of challenges, he immediately makes a very dramatic toast with half a glass of his liqor that he won't touch you or kiss you for an entire day.

And as usual, his sober self has to bear with the consequences. To take things further down the hole, you are wearing only an oversized hoodie, fresh scent of your shampoo and skincare products around the air, sitting there with a bare face and focused eyes, though that might be just a play you're putting up.

“Aren't you going to change, just gonna sit there? Go take a shower Jungkook you are stinking”, you add, and it's a lie. He smells like his expensive collection of perfumes and much more boyfriend enough to not kiss, but...you know, ego.

To summarise, he had enough of this.

The book is yanked away from your hand. His strong hands builds a cage around your small frame and presses it against the headboard of the bed. He smirks, realising it only takes the bare minimum to make you falter.

“Okay…I lose baby. I just need you now”. he growls.

He immediately seeks home in caressing your outer thigh where your hoodie ends, and spreads them enough for him to settle better to kiss you hard. Loads of pent up frustration and he feels like he is pulled back to life when he finally presses into your mouth.

Thanks to your bratty ass, he doesn't go any easy. A shaky moan leaves your lips when his tongue licks at the floor of your mouth, but also, he isn't doing anything more than holding your thighs when you are already craving and all worked up.

You hold his wrist and try to bring it to your chest, but he slaps it away, so you go for his collars to pull impossibly closer to feel his torso on you, althoughfeeling sad with no other stimulation on your body.

When the air starts to run out, he finally inches back, licking on his lips. Your lips quirk up when he tugs at the hem of your hoodie.

“My baby didn't seem so eager earlier”, he rasps. Glad that your face stays hidden when he slowly pulls out your hoodie, leaving you in white panties.

He holds you by the waist and turns both of your bodies around so that he sits resting back on the headboard while you are straddling his lap, immediately trying to rub against his denim covered thighs for some friction.

He stops, squeezing your butt cheeks, “Patience baby, ride something better hm?”.

He chuckles at the animalistic endeavor of yours to get him naked. But you don't bother to get his pants all the way out, just enough to pull out his member.

He shudders, feeling the air cooling off the wetness on his member, and you get up just a moment enough to be completely bare while he starts stroking himself.

Removing his hands, you hold his girth, pumping it a few times to watch him sink into your touch, head falling back.

You go for his neck, determined to bring spots of purple around it. It feels like you are taking your sweet and his not-so-sweet time to go further, so his grip drops down to hook under the butt and plop you straight on the head of his cock. He holds some sort of intense eye contact, one that of beyond lust, but there is no time for any analysis when he jerks his pelvis upward to sear into you.

You clench almost pathetically around him and he groans, guiding you to bob up and down his length.

Jungkook can't come up with any coherent thoughts to word his feelings right now. He just loves you so much and very happy to have a really healthy relationship, one consistent for years and with understanding. He feels like tearing up, out of both pleasure and warmth.

He sees you fondling with your breasts so he leans forward to lick in some attention to the pebbled buds. The more faster you went on him, he suked in harder, biting around to return the artwork on his neck and along the jaw.

“I'm close baby… mngh keep going”, he aligns his movements accordingly to let you feel him as deeper as possible. You can't come up with words, except chanting his name for every clench of the wall.

Though it was just breif sex, it felt euphoric after being touch deprived. A day doesn't sound long, but he is crazy about you and could make love all day if he could.

With a silent scream, he comes, starting your own orgasm. It takes a moment to come down from the high.

You remain as you are, close and cuddled. The bed is probably stinking with sweat and arousal, but you couldn't care any less. You wrap your hands around his torso, feeling his cock softening inside you.

“I love you so much baby”, he whispers, planting a kiss to your cheek. You blush and press your cheeks to his pecs, “I love yo— what's that? ”

His pants have ridden further down his thighs and something is poking out of his pocket. You feel his heartbeat increasing against your cheek.

Fuck. It's a ring.

“Baby please don't freak out I can explain! ”, he shouts out, wrapping his hands around you more firmly, assuming the worst of the scenarios.

You hug him back, eyes still on the black velvet box spread out on the bed.

“I planned so much. I swear. I wanted to make this perfect”, he rushes to supply. He feels your warm hands rubbing his back to calm him down.

“Kookie”, you pull away from him, hands cupping his cheek because he is too terrified to look at you in the eye right now, “Please propose to me”.

He takes a moment to let your words sink in. And after, he is the quickest thing on earth to grab the box and open it.

“Y-Y/n…”.

“Take it easy. Breathe Kook. You are not breathing. It's just me. ”

That puts him into more ease. He feels embaressed that he couldn't do it in a more independent manner, the way he had them all laid out— coming Saturday at the first cafe you went on a date. It was supposed to be perfect. You would walk home holding hands, and then he would get on one knee and tell you how much you mean to him. But it's all gone now and he feels bad.

You hold his pecs and give it a pat and he smiles, a nervous one, “Y/n...will you marry me?”

You plant a sweet kiss to his lips. It feels a little salty from his incoming tears. You rub it away with the pad of your thumbs, “Yes Kookie, I'll marry you”.

“Baby you make me the happiest man alive”, he sobs. His hands still trembling to place the ring on your fingers. It's lavish and work of custom made beauty, he put months of work into it. Though things didn't go exactly planned, it was a happy ending. He can't wait to see you in a white dress at the altar, to be the father to your kids and to call you his wife for the rest of his life.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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