#as long as god keeps letting me get away with not drawing backgrounds i will keep not drawing them

[mister-sol]

and he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been, for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child...

Harold and Jude from Hanya Yanagihara's "A Little Life". It's not what I usually post here, but I've had this scene on the back of my mind for a while now, and after rereading it for the millionth time I decided to give in and draw it. Put way too much of myself into this to not post it to my main, so here we are.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Cooler Heads Will Prevail

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: it's too hot to do anything in the States. Except apparently write Aemond x Reader smut about how it's too hot.

tags: heterosexual sex, fingering, sex outdoors, aemond speaking High Valyrian cause it's sexy, Vhagar being sassy in the background. 

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“Gods how can you stand to wear that?”

You felt ten times hotter just looking at your husband, dressed in his traditional black & leathers, as he sat next to you while you baked in this heat. Even with all the windows and curtains open, dressed in the thinnest dress that modesty could cling to, and servants fanning you both like Dornish aristocracy, you still felt like you were melting.

“It is all a matter of perspective, my dear wife.” Aemond replied. Not looking up from his book. “And will power.”

You groan and drop your own book, spreading out as far as your limbs would go on the chaise. You despised these hot summers. Everything was hot. Everything you touched, including yourself, was sticky. You felt like every breath was drawing in more hot air, which in turn made you hotter, and considerably cranky. It was too hot to do anything.

Aemond glanced up at you with his good eye, then closed his books. The servants scatter when the prince stood. Taking away what little precious, if fruitless, relief you had. “Are you really that miserable?” He asked, leaning over you with one arm pressed against the back of the chaise.

“Just look at me.”

“I am.” His mouth coiled into a smirk as he leaned further down to kiss you.

But you turn your head away with an unsatisfied huff. “It’s too hot.” Though you loved Aemond unconditionally, apparently it had its limits. He’d have to wait until the sun went down, at the very least, before you would consider touching him.

The prince huffed. “Fine. Get up.”

You didn’t have time to ask Aemond why before he was grabbing your hand and hoisting you to your feet. Dragging you along behind him as you tried to keep up with his impressive gait thanks to those long legs.

Your protests & questions stopped halfway through your journey, and Aemond finally let your hand go once the two of you reached the Dragonpit. Vhagar’s indominable frame taking up most of the space a lotted to her as she coolly acknowledged her rider then settled back down. “What are we doing here?”

“Leaving the city.” Aemond was already mounting Vhagar. Settled into her saddle before he reached out to you with his hand.

You often dreamed of being a dragon rider. To be up in the skies. To command giants. But you didn’t have the blood for it. Instead, you just admired them from afar. “I thought you said Vhagar didn’t like secondary riders.”

“Vhagar does not like any rider but me.” He clarified. “But she will not harm you. Trust me.”

You did trust Aemond. Still, you glance over to Vhagar, looking into her giant eye for permission, who looked back at you for a long moment before she blinked with her inner lid and turned her gaze from you. You took that as a yes and grabbed Aemond’s hand.

He hoisted you up into the saddle with ease. Seating you in front of him. His legs on either side of you as he fastened you both to the harness before taking the reins. “sōvēs Vhagar.”

The dragon rose from her seat. Seeming annoyed about it, but you couldn’t be sure. She took three long strides before her wings were aloft and you were up in the air. You close your eyes tight. Gripping Aemon’s thighs on either side as you felt your stomach try to drop all the way back to the ground. “Open your eyes.” Aemond’s voice brushed against your ear, louder than the rushing air around you. You do as he says. With one at first, then opening both to see the beautiful bright sky around you and white, fluffy clouds. It was breath taking.

You aren’t brave enough to look down, but after a while Aemond shouted, “tegot Vhagar,” and the dragon circled around a patch of Earth before gracefully hurling itself towards it.

When you landed Aemond undid your bindings and jumped down. He held his arms out towards you, waiting for you to jump, and easily caught you when you fell into his open arms. “Where are we Aemond?”

The prince shrugged, “somewhere North.” That was all he said before he stalked off into the woods past the clearing.

You look around and admire the beauty of the small forest, before you follow after your husband. Vhagar seemed fine on her own to resume her nap while you both went on your walk to wherever Aemond was going. “Aemond, what are we doing here?”

“You said you were hot.” He told you. In a tone that implied ‘we just talked about this’ as he cut through the path.

“Yes. But why are we here?” It was significantly cooler, but still summer. The balminess of the city had been replaced with the natural humidity of the trees. One evil for a lesser one.

Aemond didn’t answer this time and instead pushed past the last of the greenery to reveal a second clearing. Sun dappled, with trees and flowers circling a natural freshwater pond, in a perfect idyllic scene. “Gods…It’s beautiful.”

“We did not come all this way just to look at it.”

You turn to Aemond to see him already unbuttoning his jerkin. “You cannot be serious.” Apparently, he was, as he was already tossing his jerkin aside and pulling off his under tunic. “Aemond?? We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Exactly. No one will find us.” His belt, boots, and pants quickly made it into the pile. His small clothes next. Then finally his eye patch. “Are you coming or not?” You stare at Aemond, a little slack jawed, as he stood there completely naked. As if you were the crazy one for not joining him.

Fingers carefully come up to your lacings. Fumbling with the strings as your embarrassment makes the digits unable to cooperate properly. Aemond was right, no one would see you. But this was still the first time you had been naked ‘in public’. Ladies did not go around the world in the nude. Although, apparently, a Targaryen’s woman did.

Aemond grinned as he watched you let loose your dress, then walked backwards a few paces before he turned and walked over to one of the rocks. Standing on it, like some Valyrian statue, before he jumped in. You were not nearly as brave, and shyly stepped into the water from its calm shore with your hands protecting your modesty.

The water was like ice on your overheated skin, but it felt so good! You let out a sigh and relax. Sinking neck deep into the water as you pulled your knees to your chest to float. “Feeling better?” You turn to look at Aemond as he swam up to you. His long hair floating behind him like a silver net. Looking more triton than dragon at the moment. You offer him a soft smile and nod.

The prince smiled back. Then he floated to his center before he stood, able to reach the bottom and have the water just barely brush past his navel. “Can I kiss you now?”

You looked up at Aemond, who was looking back down at you, waiting for an answer. Your smile broadens and you release your knees to stand on your own feet as well. The water just barely kissing your breasts in comparison. “Yes Aemond, you can kiss me.”

He looked so pleased. As if all this effort was worth it as he took your chin in his fingers to tilt your lips to his. You moan at the first contact of his tongue against yours. Hells…how long had it been since you kissed him properly.

You had not been joking when you said it was too hot to do anything. That included laying with your husband. Though you shared the same bed, the most you had done for the past weeks was brief kisses & touches before shunting off to your separate corners of the mattress. Desperate not to add anymore heat to your person.

Now that you were cooled off, a renewed heat was swelling up inside you. “Aemond…”

The man in question pulled back just a hair’s breadth to look at you. The hand once tilting up your chin now brushing water droplets from your cheek. “I have missed you, issa jorrāelagon.”

“I know.” And you felt guilty for that. “I’ve missed you too.” Together seperately had been the way things had been with this heat. But now you were somewhere cool, calm, and secluded with your husband.

You latch on to Aemond like a drowning man. His body your life raft. His kiss your air. He pulled you in with equal fervor and you felt his longing press against your belly. Hot and hard, despite the cold water. “Aemond…” You gasp again. Intentionally brushing against him to feel more of his manhood and eager to have not against your belly but inside it. “Please…”

The prince growled and kissed you again. His teeth nipping possessively at your lips this time, before he pulled you into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Carrying you out of the water with ease and laying you on the soft grass that would be your marriage bed for the afternoon.

Aemond continued to kiss you. Letting you go for a moment before peppering your lips, face, and neck with more kisses. As if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with you. “You should be like this at all times.”

“Underneath you?” You respond cheekily.

“Naked.” He corrected. Your head tipping back as his arm slipped betwixt you and his fingers began toying with your sex. “You wouldn’t be so hot. And we would no longer have to deal with those ridiculous laces.”

“I don’t think your mother would appreciate such a ‘casual’ manner of dress at court.” You gasp sharply as two of Aemond’s fingers suddenly slipped inside you. Clearly a diversion in the conversation as he doesn’t want to talk about his mother right now.

“Hmmm…it is probably for the best. I’d gouge out the eye of any man who would look at you besides me. Then I would no longer be unique.”

“Certainly less fashionable.” Another sharp gasp escapes you as Aemond’s fingers curled up inside you against that spot that made you see stars. Silently telling you that if you didn’t stop with the cheek you were going to get it. ‘Good’ you thought.

His fingers continued to work you open as his mouth swallowed your cries. “Aemond!” You shouted when his thumb brushed against your pearl. Pushing at his shoulders while your legs shook at the intense feeling, but he wouldn’t stop. He let you go long enough to let your climax cry come out clearly. Loud and pure. Birds fluttering off in the distance that were startled by the sound.

“You’re so beautiful when you quake for me.”

“Only you.”

Your hand came up to stroke his face. Hard lines. Soft expression. Your fingertip brushes against just the end of his scar before trailing down to flick his bottom lip. Red and swollen from your kissing. Vibrant against his cool, alabaster skin. Perfect.

“Make me quake for you again my love.” Your legs splayed wide for him. Making space for him and his cock in your drooling cunt.

Aemond doesn’t have to be told anything twice and he descended on you. Lining up his cock, pushing it inside you with coiled control just waiting to snap, waiting there until you were ready. You let him know you were ready by jutting your hips a bit. Your prince looking at your face for a moment to make sure before that coiled control snapped clean.

The two of you rut in the forest like animals. Grunting and moaning and the wet sound of slapping skin. Aemond spread your legs wider for him. Letting him thrust harder and deeper into you. Your head fell back against the damp grass. The sweet smell mixed with your sweat making you dizzy while the sharp climb towards a second climax made you lightheaded.

You will your eyes open to look at Aemond. His eye fixed only on you. Almost completely black like the stories portrayed him. Black enough that it looked as though it had bled into his sapphire. But this was not the eyes of a monster, but a beast. Your beast. Your one and only, as this look as just for you.

“A-Aemond!” You shout again. Fingers clenched in his wet tresses. Whole body shaking around him this time. Aemond’s teeth clenched to the point they look like they might break before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His own hips stuttered as his warmth filled you up.

The two of you laid there for a moment. Catching your breath. Sated in one another until Aemond likely feels he’s too heavy for you and rolls off you to the side. “We should head back.”

You turn your head to look at him. Wounded. Did it have to be right now? “The sun will be setting soon. It will not be as hot upon our return.”

You look back up at the sky and indeed see the shadows had gotten longer since your arrival. “Must we?”

Aemond chuckled at your plea. Rolling back over to your side to coil his body around you like a serpent. Head on your shoulder. You know he had missed this almost as much as the other. “Not right now.” He agreed. “But soon. We can come back whenever you’d like though.”

“Tomorrow?” He laughed again.

“Whenever you’d like.”

The two of you bask in the moment and beautiful scenery for a little while longer. Enjoying the cool and the quite before you had to return to the hot and the mayhem. You dress in silence. Then Aemond walked you both back down the path towards his dragon. Vhagar not seeming to notice one way or the other that you’ve been gone.

The heat hits you instantly once you break the perimeter of the city. Cooler than before but still sweltering. “I’m going to take a cool bath before bed.” You tell your prince as he gave his dragon a few goodbye pet before he left her for the day. “Care to join me?”

Only one thing could pull Aemond’s attention away from his dragon, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you with a smug grin. “Missing me already, issa jorrāelagon.”

“Oh yes.” You playfully agree as you walk backwards when Aemond came close. “I don’t know. Something about dragon riding puts me in the mood for….‘dragon riding’.”

The true rider grinned and closed the gap between you with quick ease. “Why do you think I seem never to want to keep my hands off you?” He pulled you in for a new kiss. Passionate, yes, but not nearly as fierce as before. You were back in the walls. Back in your cages. You had to be restrained lest other people talked. Because gods forbid a man & a wife actually fancied each other. He let you go and it was your turn to lead Aemond by the hand.

The weather was hot. But summer would eventually break. By the time winter came you intended to know all sorts of new ways to keep warm.

[sadhours]

i had to write this cus i don’t even know this man yet but I’m madly in love with him. and if he eats ice cream like this imagine how he eats… other things

baron x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie?

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it’s a humid, scorcher of a day. not much to do on a sunday. baron doesn’t have work and it’s too sticky and warm to go outside. you’re laid out on the floor of the living room, tv buzzing with some boring background noise as you tangle your legs with your boyfriend. you’re wearing a sundress, hiked up to offer a bit of relief from the muggy warmth hanging throughout the house. baron’s wearing a ratty t-shirt and some shorts, his fingers grazing against your hip bone while his eyes scan the popcorn ceiling. your eyes are on him, because of course they are. he sure is a sight for sore eyes. sweat droplets forming at the hairline, making his roots damp and stick to his skin.

“what’re ya thinkin’ about?” you ask innocently, fumbling with the hem of your dress.

baron smiles, that sweet smile he gets whenever he hears your voice, “i can see things in the bumps of the ceiling, animals and stuff.”

you turn, nuzzling up to his jaw as you place a hand on his tummy, “point ‘em out to me, i wanna see.”

he lifts his hand, points above him and nudges his temple against the top of your head, “there’s a puppy dog, on his hind legs. begging for a treat.”

you don’t quite see it, eyes scanning but fruitless. that’s what you like about baron so much, he sees the light in everything. you hum, rubbing his tummy as you placate him, “almost as cute as you.”

“and right there, see that one?” he moves his finger a few centimeters to the left. “ice cream cone.”

“your favorite,” you gush, moving your hand to his side to squeeze him. he lets out a giggle and you can’t help but raise your lips to his cheek, kissing his skin tenderly and holding him tighter.

“sure would be nice right about now,” he mumbles dreamily and you place ur fingers under his chin, turning his face and catching his lips in a kiss. it’s slow and sweet, you drag your tongue against his lower lip and he gives you access, parting his enough so you can lick into his mouth.

you could truly spend hours kissing baron, languid and steady. but he ignites a fire in you like no other.

“you taste sweeter than any ice cream,” you confess before connecting your lips again. baron hums, smiling into the kiss as he holds onto your thigh once you hook it over his waist.

the pair of ya keep kissing until your out of breath, pulling away to catch it while he gives you this sweet, golden retriever smile. he’s the sweetest thing ever.

suddenly, baron’s pushing you on your back. he gives you a shy look as he situates himself between your legs, pushing them apart and hooking his fingers into your panties. drags them down as slow as he can and you lift your legs to help him completely rid them. he kisses your knee as you prop your legs up and pull your dress above your waist. baron’s lengthy digits wrap around your ankles as he kisses up your thighs, the sensation running straight to the excitement winding in your stomach. his long hair tickles against your skin and you watch as he blinks up at you, lips tilting up into a smile.

“baby…” you whine, breathless with anticipation.

baron nods slowly, pushing your legs further apart as he lowers himself where you need him most. he kisses your sex softly, peering up at you with those adorable, puppy dog eyes. then he licks up your slit, tongue delving through your folds up to your clit. drawing out another whine from you as you immediately knit your fingers into his mop of hair. baron gets his mouth completely on you, sucking and licking like he’s starved. like you’re his favorite treat. messy with it as he moans against your aching cunt.

“god,” you exhale slowly, “gosh, I mean.”

baron giggles against you and it feels surprisingly amazing, so you tug on his hair involuntarily. which eggs him on, he moans against you again before sucking on your folds as his hands wrap around your thighs. baron’s always so… sloppy eating you out. uses his whole damn face when he does it, brushes his nose against your clit while he lowers his tongue to your hole and prods it gently. gets your slick all over his lips and chin as he eats you out with fervor. that coil in your tummy winding quickly as you write against his face and pull on his tangled hair.

“baby… baby, don’t stop!”

baron groans, tugging you closer by the grip on your thighs as he licks at your hole, nodding his nose against your clit repeatedly. you’re pushed off the edge of bliss, biting your lip to stifle your moan as your eyes roll back in your head. he licks and sucks you through it. to the point where you’re overstimulated and have to pull his head away.

“fuck me,” you beg, looking down at his sweet, gorgeous face, lips shiny with your slick.

baron pulls back enough to push his shorts down, cock bouncing out from its confines. you grab onto his face and pull it down to yours, kissing him hard. he’s smiling against your lips but you moan against his when you feel the head of his cock catch on your pulsing hole. you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to enter you. he gets it, sliding in deep and punching out another moan from you that he swallows down. you can taste yourself on him but it only makes you that much more desperate. you wiggle your hips up at him, sheathing him inside completely and you both still, gasping at the sensation. baron fills you so wonderfully, you’re absolutely addicted. couldn’t be so into any other man. none would treat you so wonderfully.

“baron,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him deeper.

he rolls his hips slowly, whining into the kiss as he holds himself up with his palms on the carpet by your head. you pull him closer, to the point where he’s collapsing on top of you but you love the weight of him. you plant your feet on the floor beside him and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. he breaks the kiss but his lips are against your ear in a second as he moans lowly. it does something, adds to the whole experience and you’re cumming out of nowhere. crying out so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm so his other doesn’t hear. he picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast through the second glorious orgasm.

but you wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him impossibly close as tears leak from your eyes. streak down your cheek to meet his palm and he pulls his hand away to look at you, concern clouding his brown eyes.

“babydoll, you okay?”

“need you to cum in me,” you beg through the tears, clinging onto him tightly.

and it’s like your words ignite something in him, baron whimpers as he hammers his hips down into yours, drilling into you quicker and harder than before. he keeps making these sweet, pretty whines and whimpers before his hips still completely and you feel his seed shooting inside and filling you up. you moan softly, pulling him into another kiss.

suddenly, the warmth overwhelms you but you can’t fathom pushing baron away. squeezing his sweaty body even closer to you.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

We Are Ep. 11

Part 2

Hello again!!!

Here's part 1 of this post. It's not necessary to read that, but this does follow directly from there.

Warning: long post 😊😅

And again, we see Phum coming here for no reason but to drop Peem off.

Also, he usually just stayed in the car previously, but now he's walking with Peem all the way.

I reckon we'll be seeing much more of Phum appearing in front of the Fine Arts building for nothing but to drop off or talk to his boyfriend Peem, in a slight reflection of all the times he came here to take Peem off somewhere to make him do something for him.

And I can't wait for it. <3

Q: something very gay is going on here hmm 🤨

Be glad it's Q (who has enough tact to ask you about it in private) and not Toey who'd immediately call y'all out 😭

He played in water all day with Phum and then they cuddled all night. Next question.

Poor Peem 😭

You just confessed you woke up together 😭

And you think someone as smart (most of the times) as Q wouldn't catch on?

[Also, just an observation: Peem is painting a scenery with water here too.]

Beer knows everything. 😌

He's the only one in their combined friend groups with two braincells, and he has no difficulty calling out his friends (Phum) when they're being idiots.

And again 😭

I see it's not your turn with the braincell yet, Peem

Also, the chicken sounds in the background I was dying 😭😂

Phum's backstory was painful to hear, but I kind of expected something like this. It would explain his attachment to plushies, his fear of losing people and behaviour that might seem "childish".

SO CUTE OH MY GODS

Q gives his beloved pencil case to his beloved nong Toey to draw on, and what does Toey do? Make the most adorable doodle of his beloved P'Q 😭👍🏼

Seriously though, this is really good, and it also probably has a beautiful symbolism that I'm too lazy to go into right now 😭

Coming from Q that means a lot. And Toey knows that very well.

Again, what secretly, you're both about as subtle as the glaring sun on a hot summer day.

And it's time you two idiots (affectionate) get your shit together and kiss as boyfriends (gods know you've kissed as... whatever you are right now more times than I can keep count).

Yeah! You're talking nonsense, Phum, it's obvious you fell first!

*sigh* honestly though, at this point, I don't know how, but they managed to be worse than even ChainPun.

Jokes apart, I know they're both a bit insecure, and they didn't get off to the best start. But I hope that in the next ep, they'll realize they're both head over heels for the other and finally start dating.

Also, about time Peem finally accepted Phum as his personal driver <3

That scene in the shop was very sweet too, and most PhumPeem scenes in this ep had me going all gooey and mushy hehe

This show I calling me out 🥲

But I'm even worse because I can only make Maggi (with or without added condiments) 😭

Do y'all see the importance of this moment?!

Phum in the painting studio?!

This painting studio is Peem's safe space, and he's allowing Phum in there willingly.

Slowly, but surely, he's letting Phum in, and starting to accept that yes, this guy is an idiot, but he's an idiot Peem really really likes.

I knew this was coming but that didn't mean I was ready for it 🫣😳

TanFang are absolutely slaying

Love them. <3

This scene is a goddamn masterpiece. It rendered me speechless. What am I supposed to say to that?

Peem's soft little "You did a great job, getting through those times." has me in a chokehold. The nose boop, the kiss- I'm screaming crying rolling around on the bed.

Tried to do a confident walk away but the gate was in his way 😭

Peem is me though, I bump into things like thrice a day at the least.

He- 😶

I gasped at this scene, because you realize what this means right?

This painting, that was ruined due to Phum, that he had to painstakingly repaint while having to obey Phum's whims, this painting that represents his comfort (I don't know shit about art interpretation, but in grade 12 I had friends who'd taken art and I learnt a couple things from them), that represents himself, and in this painting, he adds bright red roses, for the ones that Phum gave him when he was driving him back because he was absolutely wasted, the roses he didn't have the heart to throw out.

And he's drawing these red roses to represent Phum, to show that inexplicably, but undeniably, Phum is a part of his life now; a part he likes enough to embed in one of his most prized paintings (as assumed from various context clues and such along the series). And when he does, he thinks of how Professor Po said "Every work you create contains a piece of you".

If this doesn't show that despite his caustic and sarcastic exterior, Peem is a sappy mushy romantic at heart (he is a Fine Arts student after all), I don't know what does.

This moment felt so poetic (I literally could write a poem about it and it still wouldn't be able to capture the raw beauty and vulnerability and love of this scene.)

Update: I really did write a poem about it 😭

I really like this scene.

Apart from not leaving Kluen hanging, and making sure he knows, this moment is also about Peem admitting to himself aloud, that yes, he does like Phum. He's slowly getting out of De Nile.

He didn't have to say this, but he did. To gently reject Kluen and tell himself that there was no going back now.

Matt: what in the gay chicken-

Toey: ooh this seems interesting. will they kiss? ��

Poor Chain 😭

Let him enjoy being shipped with his husband bestie!

And all the while these two are having a staring contest to decide who'll tell their friends.

Beer knows exactly what's going on.

This moment is everything to me (other than the one in the painting studio of course).

Peem tried to muster the courage to tell all his friends that he and Phum were... well, more than enemies or friends at least, but he couldn't.

And Phum, my beloved, while more than a little emotionally constipated, he has consistently tried to tell Peem what he feels. And now, he's the one outright saying he likes Peem in front of everyone. He's the one saying "okay, if you can't, I will." And I love him for it. He does it while staring right at Peem too.

Live Reactions of Friends Who Just Found Out that the Guy Who Ruined Other Guy's Painting and The Other Guy, Who Kicked Him In The Balls For It, Have Fallen Victim to the BL Laws and Are Now Very Much In Love.

Beer: knew it 😌

Fang: my little brother?!

Tan: YOU AREN'T SWORN ENEMIES?!

Matt: I have to deal with another couple?? 🥺🥲

Q: I'm not drunk enough to deal with this shit.

Toey: wait... I WAS RIGHT?!!

That freaking cliffhanger though 🥲

It's better now but at the moment I wanted to commit homicide 😭

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, Q's "RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!" expression is just too hilarious 😭😂

So that's all for ep 11, see you next week!

And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a burger and some fries 🍔🍟

[If you want, my previous posts: Ep. 8 Ep.9 Ep.10]

[monstersandmaw]

I can't believe this story is 14.5k words long. These monthly stories are only supposed to be about 2-3k words long, but hey.

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It's still June, just... I'm so sorry this didn't appear sooner, but it's a whopping 14.5k words long, so hopefully that makes up for it!

Content: at the end of their first year at the Royal Academy for the Magical Arts, the young, entitled son of the wealthiest family on the continent is partnered for an assignment with a diligent reader from a very humble background, and makes a very poor choice. Years later, after finishing their masters, the reader finds themself having to work with him again, only to find he's not quite as they remember this time around. Also featuring a naga bestie, adoptive dads, a badass dwarven professor, and a chunky cameo from the orc mage, Orrakh from a short story on Tumblr.

(Light spoilers) content warning: reader is drugged to render them unconscious, but nothing untoward happens while they're out, and it's facilitated by their friend. Nsfw: reader gives a blowjob in a sort of semi-public place, and receives oral in return back in private.

Wordcount: 14,565

Extract:

Ambient magicka crackled and coalesced around you, becoming little flashes of light in the air as you strode down the navy blue corridor of the astronomy wing where you’d met your friend. “I worked my ass off for that placement, Alana, and I am not going to let some gilded turd buy his way in beside me and turn it into a farce!”

The naga’s thick, serpentine tail carved a wide swathe through the other student mages as she struggled to keep up with you, until she finally grabbed at the sleeve of your dark robe and yanked you around to face her.

“Take a breath, honey,” she said, pushing her circular, gold-rimmed glasses back up her nose and blinking moss-green eyes at you from her pretty, round face with all its myriad freckles. “From what you’ve told me, Rune is a first class shit, but you’re going to have to work with him.”

“He’s not just a shit, Alana,” you fired back through gritted teeth, aware that you were drawing a bit of an audience beneath the painted vaults of the long corridor. “He’s a rich shit who thinks he can throw money at people and just walk out with whatever he wants! That isn’t going to cut it with Magister Delfan.” The dwarven professor was notoriously impatient when it came to time-wasters, but if you got on her good side, people said she was an absolute blast.

You glowered at your best friend and tried to force down a tide of emotions and memories.

“Delfan wants actual talent,” you went on in a slightly more measured voice, “And I know from experience that Rune is a lazy, good-for-nothing arsehole. I worked with him before in first year? And what the fuck is he doing on a summer placement with Delfan when he’s not even studying her subject?” you added as the realisation hit you.

Rune, rather ironically, had only studied basic runecraft with you in your first year, but had switched subjects in his second. You hadn’t kept track of what he’d been doing in the interim years, but you knew it wasn’t Delfan’s specialism of foci and auxiliary artefacts, and their use in magical rituals.

You let out a tight, wheezing huff of breath and blinked away memories of your humiliating two week project ‘with’ him. It had cost you your friendship with your then-best friend too, and that had hurt almost more than what Rune himself had done.

“If I want the Board to consider appointing me for a research fellowship, I need to finish this placement with Delfan’s endorsement. If Rune fucks this up for me because he’s bored and wants to play the academic for a while, I’m going to ring his scaly neck and turn him into a fucking golden handbag, do you understand me? I don’t care who his father is, I swear to all the gods I’ll do it.”

Alana’s expressive face suddenly struggled to keep back her rush of amusement at the image. You saw the sparkle in her eyes and rolled your own in response, but a little of your anger drained away.

“I’m sorry,” Alana snickered, “But at least you’d get a luxury handbag out of it?”

You caught her laughter and your frustration disintegrated around you like a shattered potion flask.

Still giggling, Alana put her hand on your shoulder and squeezed it as she met your gaze. “You’ll be fine. Delfan is a hard-ass and she’ll recognise your commitment, even if Milordy Goldypants puts in zero effort, alright?”

You snorted a laugh, hefted your leather satchel back onto your shoulder. You’d never told anyone else what Rune had done, apart from your parents and Alana, and the idea of having to work with him again made your stomach roil. The magic that had started to crystallise around you dissipated, but your memories of the dragonborn from your first year lingered all the same, and they were not pleasant ones.

When you’d been partnered with Rune before — when Magister Orrakh had called your name right after Rune’s — your heart had dropped to your boots and he’d flashed you a sharp-toothed grin across the small lecture hall. Sometimes Magister Orrakh taught in that larger hall, when he needed more space to show the full intricacy of a runic circuit and the way magicka flowed around the lines of chalk from rune to rune, but when he taught his theory classes, he preferred to use his small classroom. Unfortunately, that day’s class had been a practical session, and the tiered seating which gave the students at the back a better view of the experiment on the stone altar at the front of the room also gave you a good view of Rune lording it over you from the higher seating.

The dragonborn had been lounging near the back of the tiered seating on the end of the row, with his serrated tail dangling nonchalantly into the gangway that ran between the two halves of the auditorium. He was strikingly handsome, of course, with eyes the colour of back-lit amber flecked with pyrite, and his scales were a warm, honeyed yellow that gleamed almost opalescent in the sunlight streaming in through the clear, arched windows set high in the wall.

His tunic was a deep, pure black, but it had been embroidered with the most minute, fairy-wrought detailing that dizzied the eye if you looked too long at it, and he had whisper-thin, gold chains dripping from ornately engraved bands around his twin, ridged horns. The larger horn sat stacked atop the smaller, nestled close together at the root, and both followed the line of his skull back over his head to end in elegant, polished, gently-rounded points. He was so obnoxiously wealthy that even the delicate, gossamer chains were adorned with tiny flashing diamonds which sent minuscule rainbows dancing around the walls wherever he went.

You'd had nothing to do with him so far in your first year at the academy, having come from entirely different backgrounds.

There was no way the scion of the wealthiest family in the entire kingdom — richer even than the royal family, if rumours were to be believed — would look twice at the adopted child of a fisherman and a rat catcher from the dockland slums of the city. You’d fought for everything you’d ever got out of life, finally earning yourself a scholarship to the prestigious Royal Academy for the Study of Magical Arts. He’d probably got his father to buy his place, since he’d shown no real demonstrative abilities with magic.

Everything had been going so well for you until that fateful final presentation of the year when you’d been paired with Rune.

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[ilasknives]

THE LONG WAY HOME | One

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Hi, hello, it's been. A very long time. Well over a year, I think? I finally have the second part! I'm so sorry it took me so long, life and full time university have been kicking my ass. I haven't done writing in a long time, so it felt stiff and hard to get through, and only half of it is actual whump, but the rest sets up the story. I really missed writing it, though. I hope you enjoy!

CW: BBU/BBU Adjacent, pet whump, pet training, collaring.

1: Nine Hundred and Thirty-Three

After:

"Get on your knees.”

"What? No, please, I don't -"

"Knees."

He drops to the floor to avoid the baton that this man keeps touching the handle of, looking up at him from below with his hands in his lap, fingers twisting into the shitty thin fabric of his shirt. Maybe it will rip. He doesn't want it to. It's the same one he walked in with, and he's getting the feeling that he won't get it back again if it breaks. He digs his fingers in tighter, anyway, unwillingly.

"I need to - please," he tries again. He needs to go home. His voice is hoarse, rough from the night of pleading with the empty room, tucked into a corner, fighting waves of exhaustion with terror, trying and failing to keep his eyes open. He'd scrambled to his feet when the door opened, desperate for someone to talk to, to reason with, to see that he wasn't supposed to be here -

And now he's on the floor again.

He swallows, mouth dry. "This was a mistake."

The handler ignores him, looking over him like he's assessing him for something, then sighs, mostly to himself. "Okay. So, Domestic."

"I'm not meant to be anything-"

"You don’t need to speak unless you’re spoken to."

“Please,” he whispers, but the look the handler shoots him is enough to make him close his mouth. Something flashes, in the back of his mind. A hand through the air, a stinging across the side of his face. He flinches, but the handler hasn’t moved. Every part of him is screaming that he’s done something wrong, that he needs to hide away and wait until it dies down, until it’s safe again - but there isn’t anywhere to hide here. Just white walls and a heavy door. God, he hasn’t felt like this in years. It’s hard to breathe. Like a hand around his throat.

The handler lets a moment pass, and then two, and when he’s been sitting quietly for long enough, he speaks again. “My name is Handler Phillips, I’ll be your primary Handler for the duration of your training. You are WRU Trainee 297933.”

“I’m not.” It’s whispered, terrified, but he can’t just… give up. There has to be someone who will hear him out. There has to be some way to go home. “My name is-”

“You don’t have a name, you have an identification number.” The handler sighs, and crouches down so they’re face to face. “Look. I don’t want to do this the hard way, and I don’t think you do, either. You’re gonna have to work with me.”

“I’m not meant to be here.”

"We're just doing intake today, alright? Do you know what that means?"

"I want to go home." He doesn't want to do intake, he wants to go back to where he lives and curl up in his bed and never take another stupid fucking bet in his life. He's supposed to be walking back through the door and gloating about his victory right about now. Yesterday. The day before? How long has he been here? "Let me go home."

"I can't do that, mate. I have a job to do, and so do you." The Handler stands and unhooks something from his belt. "This is a collar. It will be yours. It's fitted with…"

The Handler's voice fades into the background behind the ringing of his ears and the bile that rises in his throat. A collar. Fuck, no. Fuck that.

"No," he interrupts. "No. No. You're not putting that on me. Let me go. I need to go home.”

Handler Phillips sighs again. “297933,” he says.

“That’s not my name.”

“It’s your WRU identification number. The collar is mandatory; it’s part of your training.”

“No.” The handler’s fingers touch, briefly, the handle of the baton. He draws back into himself, swallowing thickly, eyes on the floor. “Sorry,” he says quickly. The words taste sour. “I’m sorry.”

Another sigh from above him.

“You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The handler hesitates, like he isn’t meant to continue. “I know this is scary. Take a breath.”

He draws in a breath that burns the whole way down.

“Think you can sit still enough to let me put this on you?”

“I don’t want to,” he whispers.

It happens anyway. The fight just… leaves him. He sits and trembles on the floor while Phillips slides the thick collar around his throat and clips it into place with gentle hands.

*

Before:

They’re all at Nell’s house.

They’re always all at Nell’s house, because she’s the only one of them with dogs, and with a couch, and with more than one shitty, battered Wii controller like Benny has. Nell only has two, but that’s double Benny’s, and the rest of them have none, so Nell’s place is the place to be.

They’re playing Mario Kart while they wait for Benny. Rhys is sandwiched between Luca and the arm of the couch, and one of the dogs has its head resting on his foot, and he can’t even move, because it’s Luca, and he’s got his legs slung over Rhys’s lap and his head pillowed on his shoulder.

Luca jerks his arm, swerves, and runs his Yoshi off the side of the track right as Matteo wins the race. Rhys jabs him in the side. “My go.”

“What – that doesn’t count!”

“In what world does that not count?”  Rhys already knows he’s going to lose the argument, but he entertains it anyway. He rarely actually plays Mario with the group, even though they say they’ll swap controllers after every race. Matteo’s already clicked his controller into the wheel attachment and handed it to Owen. Rhys usually hands off his turn to Luca and watches as he comes dead last every single time.

Luca’s opening his mouth to start the usual ‘I’m going to get it next time’ spiel when Benny waltzes in through the front door with his arms full of Nell’s mail.

Rhys raises an eyebrow at him. “You know that’s illegal, right?”

Benny, mouth full of – something, what the fuck is he eating this time? – says, “Huh?”

“Opening someone else’s mail.”

Benny rolls his eyes and dumps the pile of envelopes – bar one – on Luca and Rhy’s laps. “Helenaaaa.”

Nell’s voice comes back from the kitchen, instantly dry, wary. “What do you want from me?”

“I have something for you.”

“I swear, if you’ve been going through my mail again - ”

Benny darts off, cackling like an idiot, and Nell – also like an idiot – chases after him. Rhys shoves the pile of mail off his lap, and it clatters to the floor, all over the dog.

“… Sorry, Benedict.”

“You’re so mean to her,” Owen says from the other side of the couch. “Come here, baby.”

Benedict heaves all god-knows-how-much of her entire great dane self off the floor and meanders over to Owen. He’s already got Chef curled up with his head shoved under his rollator, and Benedict slumps at his feet and goes back to sleep.

“Thief,” Rhys says. “You’re a dog thief.”

“You dropped mail on her head!”

“Weird mail,” Luca muttered, leaning down to snatch an envelope off the floor. “The hell is this?”

It’s a thick white envelope, decorated in gold trim, a wax seal on the back – and it’s snatched from Luca’s hand as soon as Benny swans his way back into the room.

“Whatcha got there, Luca?”

Luca snorts. “Ask Nell, it’s hers.”

Benny does not ask Nell. He never does, but Nell hates opening her own mail, so she shoots Rhys an exasperated look and slumps down on the couch with Matteo.

“We seem to have abandoned Mario,” Matteo muses as Benny tears open the envelope. He doesn’t even try to remove the seal. Absolute animal.

“Dear resident, we hope this letter finds you well,” Benny reads, pacing in front of them like some grandiose loser. Rhys considers tripping him. “We have recently started a movement to bring clinics to smaller cities, and we’re searching for partici- oh my god, this is that – Pet shit, right?”

Nell makes a face. “Yeah, they’re building some new complex for it, or something, right? I read the first one, some initiative to ‘bring business and economy flow into rural areas’ or whatever.”

“We’re not even rural,” says Matteo.

“I know. God, I thought I unsubscribed from their mailing list. Just tear it up, Benny.”

But Benny’s eyes have gone wide. “Holy shit, have you seen how much money they offer you?”

Rhys snatches it from Benny’s grip. Holy shit was right. The number is in the high ten thousands – more money than any of them have seen in one place in their lives.

“I want it,” says Benny. It’s always Benny who starts this shit. Rhys can practically feel his brain turning.

Luca laughs. “You want to be someone’s house pet, Benny?”

A grin, a shrug. Benny’s never been the type to admit that he’s wrong. “Why not? Cozy up on the couch, no job, no bills.”

“Dumbasses,” says Nell, taking the envelope off Rhys and ripping it in half.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want that kind of money, Nell.”

“What am I gonna do with the money if I’m signing up to their program, Benjamin?”

There’s a lull. It should be the end of it. It should. But Benny is Benny is Benny, and Benny doesn’t know when to stop.

“... I reckon I could get the money, anyway.”

“You’re a coward,” Rhys says, because he’s just as bad as Benny, “and a liar.”

Luca jabs him in the side.

Benny’s eyes narrow, and he squares his shoulders like he always does when he thinks that he’s been challenged.

“Wanna bet?”

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[viktor-howl]

Onceler's office analysis 1/2

Okay so there's probably a LOT of posts about this already but I wanted to give my take —although this is mostly to draw his office correctly. Gotta make that office Viktorler look canon— And also show my screenshot collection because I just love his office.

(tiny little reminder that I am NOT making a deep analysis. I'm not gonna talk about things like the year in which this takes place, or the specifics about use of camera angles to signify things and so on)

Now! Before getting to the actual office, let's take a look at...

the hallway!

The first thing that I wanted to point out is how closed off it is, not even a single window, no natural light entering, as the only light source here are the red lamps. The next big thing about the hallway is the paintings, paintings of healthy truffula trees, a blue sky... Of course he has these as a way to distract himself from reality, since the actual forest is gone by this point, and the fact that the whole hallway is so closed off makes it even more obvious. And yes, we all saw the too big to fail painting of himself, but I think that's pretty self-explanatory...

I'd also like to point out the way the carpet makes space for the desk —of course Onceler's mother would have her own desk. God forbid the carpet gets on her way!—

And just look at how prominent the green is here, we'll keep seeing a lot of greens, reds and goldens, but I don't wanna rant too much here.

Next, the doors to the office!

Ah yes, the constant use of reds and goldens, specifically how expensive everything looks, fancy pants rich McGee over here. Still, I do love the use of (what looks like?) luxury red velvet for the door, which looks almost if not the same as his seat in the office. If it wasn't already obvious how rich this guy is, you must have a pretty good idea by now.

You can also see where the red carpet ends, inside the office, and— okay I can't pretend I don't see it. Can we talk about the door handles???

Dear god what is that ATROCITY?? Why is it pointing INWARDS... Every time I see it I just ask myself why? Why is it like that?? Why is it so ugly—

And finally, a look into the actual office itself!

You can clearly tell why everything is placed the way it is: Onceler's desk is in the middle of the room, and his desk is facing away from the windows. (windows? Door things? There's two pair of doors and the middle one is definetly a window.) He's purposefully facing away from the mess he's made, and there's also the fact that his seat is big enough to block his view from the outside from the main window.

We also have another painting of the truffula valley! This time, adding a river / lake. Reminds you of anything? We can also see his desk, and if you look closely, on the far left of the picture... Yep, it's a framed picture of the truffula forest! (this one is a detail that you can also see on the desk in HBCIB! If you know me from Twitter you probably saw me talking about it a long while ago) He really is in denial, or just clueless... Well, I wouldn't say he's actually clueless, but you get the idea. The rest of it is just the phone, his tiny thneedville, the computer and so on.

Here we can get a better view of the painting, as well as how the walls look outside, sharing the same toned down green as the inside—although I have even more screenshots to show that later!—

I also wanted to add this one since it's the only one so far in which the angle of the camera lets you see the other side of the doors. You can also see just how tall they are! And, may I add, I find rather... Interesting the choice of putting those velvet curtains there, when there's... Nothing. Not even a window. But, you know, the aesthetic is nice!

Here's another look at the curtain on the background, you can almost see just how far up it goes! As well as how tall the painting is!

... I just realized. There is a TEN IMAGE LIMIT. You can tell that I'm still new to tumblr, huh? I still wanted to add just how the concept art from the office correlates to the final piece in the movie, the stairs around his desk in HBCIB, the way the toned down colors make the desk, curtains and Onceler pop out more than the scene when he walked through the hallway, are you kidding?? I'm gonna have to split this into two or more posts 😭😭😭 okay everyone... Stay tuned, I might post the second part in a bit.

[dauntlessallure]

❲ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ❳

toji fushiguro x troublesome!reader head-canons (long)

𖤐 › synopsis ；toji fushiguro with a significant other whose a lil shit.

𖤐 › contents / pairing ；toji x reader , you being a lil shit to toji , suggestive content towards the end, mentions of fake blood & knives , pet names, gn reader.

𖤐 › characters mentioned ；toji fushiguro , megumi fushiguro

𖤐 › word count ；800

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

this randomly came to me while i was drawing some stuff . . also this is my first set of hc’s with toji. enjoyyyyyy :)

you were always ALWAYS messing with toji. always. ever since you two hit it off , you’ve been consistently messing with him. wether it be a prank , calling him names , or just teasing the ever living shit out of him. toji swears up and down that you’ve been sent from satan himself just to make his life more miserable wonderful. all out of the simple fact of love of course.

everytime he wakes up , toji is obviously grumpy. You’d ‘ brighten ‘ his morning with the good ole [..]

“ good morning sleeping beauty “

the man is NOT a morning person.

&& he is NOT impressed by your little nicknames.

he just stares at you before immediately going back to bed , pulling the covers over his head to block out the sunlight shining through the blinds. that sleep would soon be interrupted by you pouncing on him like a wild animal.

“ grughhh — ( y/n ) get off ! let me sleep ! “

the first time you called him a passenger princess made him so upset.

you were driving around toji & megumi for the day given that toji wasn’t allowed to drive legally given to his extensive background.

you were the one chauffeuring them around while blasting some music through the cars sound system. toji , of course wasn’t a fan of the music that was playing. “ this music is shit , could you change it to something else ? “

of course megumi didn’t mind it because he had his headphones in , listening in to his own music. “ no , i like this song babe “ he didn’t like your rebuttal too much due to him scoffing and turning his head away from you.

now you being . . well , you . the car had came to a complete stop. this caused both toji & megumi to advert their eyes immediately to you. “ i’m the one driving , which means my music is playing for right now . . you can pick the next song — passenger princess. “

this man was about to lose it.

he looked at you like this.

megumi was hiding a sly smirk in the backseat , clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

toji ended up getting out of the car and began to walk to his destination. but with hours some time of convincing by both you & megumi — he eventually continued to be the passenger princess.

but toji absolutely hates when you play physical pranks on him. hates it. especially the anxiety - inducing ones.

you were in the kitchen making dinner while toji mindlessly laid on the couch , keeping his eyes glued to the tv screen.

no longer holding back on the opportunity , you had grabbed a bottle of fake blood that you had purchased for last halloween and poured / splattered some onto the kitchen counter, floor, as well as your hand.

swiftly hiding the fake blood bottle , you had gone back to the kitchen island ; acting like you were chopping up something.

“ when’s dinner gonna be done ? i’m starvin’ “

suddenly , an ear piercing scream filled toji’s ears. he immediately jumped up & ran into the kitchen in a fit of panic.

you had perfectly put on a façade that you had accidentally cut your hand whilst chopping something. holding your hand into a tight fist as the fake blood ran down your arm, letting a few groans of ‘ pain ‘ fly — toji cursed.

“ ( y/n ) what the fuck did you do ?! “

“ god damn it theres blood everywhere . . “

“ let me see it ( y/n ) “

toji forcefully grabbed your arm to analyze how bad the wound really was, after you attempted to keep the prank going — Toji had to pry your hand open but to his demise. .

there was no wound.

and he was pissed. why would you do something so mean ? and why were you laughing ?!

toji’s nostrils flared out of annoyance and defeat as he leg your arm go , storming off into your shared bedroom.

perhaps this prank was a lil too mean.

but he’s a grown man , he’ll get over it ? . . right ?

no , he won’t. he may be a grown man but he can act so damn petty.

toji’s beginning to grow irritated with you.

after cleaning up the fake blood mess & finishing up dinner, you walked into the bedroom to find toji laying on the mattress faced away from the doorway. it’s pretty clear that he’s still upset & will be for god knows how long.

“ toji , it was only a prank “

“ . . . “

you let out a sigh before walking closer to the edge of the bed when suddenly you found yourself under toji’s body within seconds with your back pressed into the mattress & your hands pinned above your head.

“ you pull another prank on me and i’m gonna pull a prank on you that i think you won’t like very much darlin’ “

let’s just say you apologized for your cruel prank by the end of the night ;)

ׂ⠀〝⠀⠀.. ⠀ ©dauntlessallure 23’ — please do not steal , publish , or post my work elsewhere or credit as your own .ᐟ

[chaos-potat]

DTIYS WINNERS

Reminder again of the prizes

1st, a custom comic (probably at most 3 page panel things) 2nd, a rendered drawing (One character) 3rd, line art (Little to no color)

I had help from a neutral party with picking these prizes because I'm so bad at picking things and I loved all the submissions so much, I wish I could give everyone a prize. I cannot thank you all enough for putting time and effort into your submissions, they all hold a place in my heart and files because I'm saving those to a folder lol

Let's get to it and thank you all again!

Starting with 3rd place! (simple lined drawing)

@friskebits submission! I loved the rendering and that hair??? Tim looks so perfect and I love my son. As much as I hate you and never want to complement you (/j), I have to give you that Unfortunately, due to your constant harassment, you get get no more than 3rd😞(/j again)

2nd Place (Fully rendered drawing)

@glitter-alienz submission! I love your detail and lighting so much, you really make them look like the goobers they are, I love Tim's face so much, he's SO SILLY. I love your art so much in general and I actually shed tears over this one so it had to win something. I stared at it for so long it was burned into my eyes /hj

and finally, the winner...

1ST PLACE (custom comic)

@i-am-a-living-god's submission!!! This one took my breath away!! The angle, the rendering, the blur on Donnie's arm??? There's detail but it's not cluttered, I love this kind of shading and lighting so much, there's so much to look at but I don't feel overwhelmed. The movement of the drawing, it's so dynamic, I love it so much!!!

Winners, dm me for the prizes, declining is okay, the prize can go to someone else

Honorable mentions:

@cursedcatchild's submission! The background is amazing and so detailed! The girls really are fighting!! The shading is simply amazing and the lighting is subtle, it's so nice!!

@allyheart707's submission! Everyone knows Ally, she's so nice it's scary somtimes! I lloved the background and that you drew my perfect amazing son Tim fully and he looks so cute, Raph is there too and he also looks good! I love your style of lighting and shading, it's so smooth!

@k3nnyp1us's submission! You got it done yay!! I love this one, not just because of the whole storyline roller-coaster that came with it. I love this art stye in general, I always love pencil drawings in general, I love how floofy Casey's hair is and how the clothes are done!

Big thanks to everyone who submitted something! I wish I could put everyone as an honorable mention, but I'm keeping this post as short as I can. I loved your art so much and I really wish I could give everyone a prize but there are so many of you, I was really not expecting to get more than three submissions, thanks again everyone!!

[catdracox]

TFA Sidearm - Live a Little

(Short story below the read me/keep reading.)

"You can live a little, you know. Like you used to."

That's what she said.

Sideswipe rolled his eyes as he watched Strongarm walk along the edge of the rooftop of the building from where he sat. It was just the two of them, thanking Primus for Cheetor taking the new students (Nightbeat, Siren and Hosehead) out on their last night patrol. Last thing he wants is distractions from three obnoxious teens and a officer that acts like a teen.

The two Autobots were out in one of Iacon's most beautiful twilight nights, where the stars shined at their brightest and the faintest peak of magenta could be seen. It was like this night came as a tangible whisper to the millions of lights in the sky.

It reminded Sideswipe of the times in his younger days, where he would try and pull the greatest stunt ever on special nights like this.

"Care to join me?"

He looked up to see Strongarm staring at him with a simple, yet inviting smile.

He just sighs. "Strongarm, I…I know things have been rocky since your return, and I don't think I'll have enough to say for-"

"Sideswipe, I know things have changed." She looked at him, not keeping her attention on where she's going anymore. "I changed, you changed. But is that really stopping us? We need to look forward to-"

Her foot didn't register its calculation when it came down slightly off-kilter on the edge and she felt her weight shift more to the right where, below her, a hard, metal pavement awaited.

But before anything could happen, a firm but gentle arm wrapped itself around her, a hand pressed firmly on her waist as she was pilled towards the mech that saved her.

Sideswipe felt his body go into overdrive. 30,000 stellar cycles on the force will do that. As soon as he saw Strongarm's body falter in one way, his instincts reacted and he pulled her away from the roof's edge, wrapping his arm protectively around her and brought her closer to his frame.

The two locked optics on each other for a long time, neither one making a move. Then Strongarm gave a small grin, one Sideswipe missed to the pits and back.

"Want to dance?"

He blinked. Dance? Is she fragging with me?! She could have died and yet here she was, acting like it never happened and going about it like normal.

Sideswipe looked at her, deadpanned. "You can't be serious."

She grinned more. "And what if I'm not?"

This femme, I swear… While he wouldn't say it, he missed how the two of them would be out at night, her chasing him in the darkest hours, just enjoying the sounds of their roaring engines.

He just pulled her closer, their bright optics illuminating their faces as he spoke sternly: "Let's see if you can keep up."

She smiles. "I plan to~"

(God, this felt like forever! I wanted to do a TFA Sidearm piece for a while. And I think TFA Strongarm might get a future ref sheet from me [and she might get a different look, not sure yet]. And this maybe just be an excuse to draw TFA Sideswipe as well, cause….well, Sideswipe is my favorite. The background was haphazardly put together.

Also, TFA Strongarm is a bit taller than TFA Sideswipe, thanks to some friends of mine on Discord for planting that idea in my head.

And the dialogue is something that I wanted to add. It may or may not be related to a fic I'm planning on making. We'll see.)

[schizononagesimus]

alright, ive had bipolar disorder for like six years already and though medication helps prevent manic behaviors, the mania doesn't actually go away, so here are some of the ways ive hacked my mania so i dont just snort a bunch of coke at a dive bar:

1. feeling spendy? take yourself to the dollar store, thrifting, or buy off of a list of "nice to haves"! set aside physical cash in the amount you can spend so you dont overspend (or at least prevent yourself from overspending as much as possible), or try only bringing a certain amount of bags to carry the goods and limit yourself to that amount of bags.

2. have too much energy and/or feel really frustrated or irritable? GYM. GYM GYM GYM. i dont care if youre not normally a gym person, go to the gym. if you dont have access to a gym, go for a run. if you cant run or go to the gym, shadow box in your house/backyard. throw pillows around your bed, jump on it, kick your legs like youre having a tantrum. let yourself slam doors. if you have access to some under-used concrete like a shitty parking lot or a driveway, break those dishes you dont even like (just clean up the glass after).

3. feeling creative? dont go buy another new hobby, pick up one of the ones youve tabled for so long! keep a list to remind yourself of your hobbies for when youre manic- looking at it may get you excited!

4. want to completely change your life, quit your job and move to a different country? move some furniture, do some reorganizing, clean the house, or throw out some stuff you dont need anymore. for this i like to put on those cleaning/reorganization shows or organizing video compilations on in the background to get me pumped up.

5. feeling restless? go to a new place. for this i say it depends on the level of restlessness what the solution is. mild restlessness (aka "urghhh im bored") calls for a walk/drive in a new direction/one you usually dont go in (NOT A ROAD TRIP, you manic motherfucker). moderate to severe restlessness (aka "there's nothing to DO IM GONNA BITE SOMETHING") calls for going to a new place, like a museum, library, even a waterfront you haven't been to before.

6. wanna do a bunch of drugs and/or party? hang out with some friends instead. if you normally do some drugs (cigarettes weed alcohol), do them around friends who know your situation so you dont overdo it. and i say only those three drugs because dear god, everything else will just make you more manic. note: be careful with some strains of weed while manic, particularly sativa-dominant- they can cause more mania and hallucinations.

7. racing thoughts? DRAW. even if youre not an artist or cant draw worth a shit, DRAW. manic drawings are actually a whole thing in psychology and are SO COOL TO LOOK AT. I even have a tattoo of a drawing i did while manic! just let your hands move freely on the page with whatever tools you feel like using.

a lot of these tactics can be swapped out with each other depending on what helps your moods. if reorganizing when youre restless helps, then great! if when you wanna change your life you go to a new place, awesome. whatever works for you! these are just some ideas. i keep this list pinned on my phone so that when im manic i remember.

if you have any suggestions, please add them!

[littlelalu]

Stolen Moments | Milo Manheim (Part 1 Fluff)

NOTE: Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for a couple of days now. I felt very crappy and did not have much motivation to do anything. It's a little past midnight, but I did say I wanted to post ASAP.

This first part is fluff. Next is Smut

Hope you all have a great night <3 

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

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I'm so tired. We have been rehearsing almost all day for Zombies 4. Being a background dancer is not easy, but I love dancing. It has been my passion since I was a little girl. I also don't mind it because I see him every day. 

Milo and I have been dating for a month but in secret. We have not told anyone just yet, besides our best friends. We agreed to wait until after filming because we didn't want to draw any attention to us. We have been sneaking around set, late-night secret rendezvous, and constantly texting/calling. It was easy at first, but it's been harder now that my feelings for him have grown.

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said, distracting me from my thoughts. 

Milo and I quickly glanced at each other, but Malachi shoved him playfully.

"Aye, man! Great job today" Milo said to him. They began talking.

I started to make my way to the table where I left my stuff and began walking out of the building. I had parked far away from the door so others wouldn't see Milo when he got in my car.

I heard my phone buzz as I started the engine. It was a text from Milo.

I'll be out there soon!

I smiled at my phone and replied. 

Okay, babe. See ya soon.

I sat in my car as I waited for him. We don't even have anything "fun" to do today. We just plan on staying in my hotel room. His, Meg and Chandlers, and a couple of other cast member's management got them an air bnb to stay at while they film the movie. I'm so glad no one has caught on to where he goes.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Milo's P.O.V ~~~~~

God... Y/N looks so beautiful when she's dancing. This is her calling for sure. 

This past month with her has been amazing. She makes me feel happier than I have ever been in my life. Sneaking around makes it more exciting and thrilling. I can't wait till we're done filming so I can publicly show her off. Only Mason knows about her.

Y/N and I keep telling everyone we are just friends, but when nobody is around, she is all mine. I love being with her. I keep getting more feelings for her each day. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, everything is perfect about her. 

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said.

I looked at Y/N for a bit, but Malachi shoved me. "Aye, man! Great job today." I said to him. We continued talking for a bit, but I kept sneaking glances at Y/N as she left. 

"Hey listen man... I have to head out now. I need to run some errands before I head home. See you later!" I said to him. 

"Yeah, man no problem."

I grabbed my stuff and texted Y/N that I would be out there soon. I began making my way out of the building and to her car. 

I can't wait to spend time with her. She's like my prize after a long day at work.

As I got closer to her car, I looked around to make sure no one is looking. Thankfully, no one is.

"Y/N!" I said a bit too loudly.

"Shh Milo someone is going to hear you." She said trying to keep me quiet. She let out a cute giggle. Anything to hear that.

"Babe it's okay! No one is near here." I reassured her. "Meaning..." I said as I put my hand on her chin to look me in the eyes. Her pretty Y/E/C eyes looking at my brown ones. She is truly beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back instantly. We both sighed in relief like we hadn't been waiting all day to do this.

I pulled back after a minute. We were grinning like fools. "Sorry. I just couldn't wait any longer."

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "It's fine. You ready to go?" She asked me.

"Yup. I'm tired as hell" I said as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Me too. But hey you were doing great! I can never get tired of hearing you sing." She said as she began to drive.

"You were amazing too! I love seeing the way your body moves. Reminds me of our little meet up" I said and winked at her.

"Behave, Manheim." She joked.

We talked more about the movie and our dance moves. Nothing feels better than the times I'm with her. I keep watching her talk about dancing. Her eyes light up so much. I admire her beauty. I'm falling for this girl.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cariño [Part 5]

Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged?

Cariño Masterlist

Summary: “Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.  

Stealing the ankh was always going to be too easy.

A/N: Sorry this chapter has taken so long!

Warnings: typos, kissing, reader can't speak Spanish, please let me know if I have missed a warning

Word Count: 1628

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You weren’t sure why you had worried about getting upstairs. It had been almost too easy. 

You had presumed that there would be at least some security, or barrier, or something. Seemed like Malay was another classic born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-his-mouth type that thought nothing could ever go wrong for him. And put too much faith in his security cameras. 

More fool him.

The room you needed (3rd floor, god, why did his man need so many floors and rooms – everything was boringly minimalistic. It’s not like he needed the space.) was protected by a seven digit pin code. 

You put your gloves and punched the numbers in. It would have been boringly simple to hack even if you didn’t have the code. 

Jake followed close behind you, quiet with a faint frown of concentration on his face. It was like he was listening to something in the far distance. 

Honestly, it was a little off putting, him being there. Someone watching you work. It was like you were performing, your hands shook with minute tremors that didn’t usually appear. But that was what it was always like when Jake was around. 

The room was cooler than the other places in the house, the air conditioning buzzed lightly in the background. There were no windows, and only the one door. You closed it behind Jake as he stepped over the threshold. 

There was a small woosh of air and thud-click as it shut. 

Jake quirked an eyebrow at you. “We’ll be able to get out of here, right?” There was a hint of a smile at his lips, an injection of humour into his words. But it didn’t reach his eyes. 

You nodded. 

Jake swallowed and looked away, glancing around the room. 

It was large, spacious with rows of cabinets housing precious art and artifacts from around the world. 

But the lighting was static, cold. Meant to keep any possible damage to the treasures to a minimum, despite the face that they were sealed away. It was like a hospital. 

The still air and lack of exits made the space smaller than it was, the walls closer. Like a tomb. Like a coffi-

“It’s over here.” You said, breaking Jake out of his thoughts. You had been watching him carefully as you found the ankh’s location. 

There was a skittishness about him that you’d never seen before. A slight tense of his muscles. A subtle thing that he held well. 

“You okay?”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

You paused, in two minds before asking, “do you want me to prop the door open?”

“No.” He shook his head. It was obvious that he was lying. “Don’t want to attract unnecessary attention, do we?”

“No one knows we’re here.” You spoke softly. 

“Don’t want to risk it.”

“Okay.” 

You managed to tear your eyes away from him for long enough to go back to the task at hand. 

There were no locks here, and it was easy enough to open the fifth drawer, take out the replica of the ankh in your bag and replace the real thing with it. 

You felt, more than heard, Jake move near you, hovering just behind. 

“Here,” you turned, smiling, and holding the ankh out to him. “Does this meet with your approval?” 

You placed it carefully in his hands before going back and closing the draw. 

Jake ran his fingers over the etched hieroglyphics, nodding. 

There was a small change in the air, a momentary breeze. You frowned. There must be something wrong with the air conditioning. 

“Shall we go?” 

Jake finally looked up at you and nodded once again before slipping the ankh into his inside jacket pocket.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it, but you lightly took hold of the wrist of his free hand and guided him gently to the door. 

The pounding of his heart ran up through your fingers. He didn’t try to pull away. 

You let go the second you were both out, your thumb tingled where you had brushed it over the back of his hand. 

Heat has risen to your cheeks. You breathed in, a little too deeply, trying to get a hold of yourself before you turned back to Jake, your mouth open to speak.

The words never came out. 

Jake’s face was tense, alert, his jaw clenched and his head bent to the side. Listening. 

It was only then that you heard it. The faint crackle of a radio and booted footsteps. A guard. 

Your eyes widened at the realisation. A brief flare of irritation ignited in your might. This wasn’t what was meant to happen. This wasn’t part of their protocol. Why the hell did they have to be wandering around now? 

The emotion was quickly swallowed down and overcome with a spike of fear. This was what went wrong.

Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you down the corridor, his footsteps light and quick. You followed close behind him as he opened a door and hauled you both inside, shutting it just in time as the corridor came into the guard’s line of sight. 

It was dark, but the faint light from outside was enough to illuminate the room. You glanced around quickly, the schematics for this building that you’d poured over playing out behind your eyes. This was a guest bedroom. Too high to jump. No way out. 

Jake kept your hand in his as both of you listened intently for any sound in the corridor outside. The music from the garden floated in, barely audible over your racing heart and breathing. 

There was another crackle of the radio. Footsteps. And the sounds of doors opening and closing, growing closer and closer and closer. 

Jake tensed beside you. 

This was not good. You both needed to be out of here without any altercation. 

While there was a good chance that the both of you could incapacitate one guard, it wouldn’t be long before there’d be more. With guns. 

Besides, even if you did get out, Malay's reach was wide, escaping his radar was something very few did. 

Another door opening. Footsteps. It seemed like he wasn’t just doing a once over either. The guard was searching the rooms, not that there was much to hide behind in this minimalistic nightmare anyway. 

Seeking passed him while he was in another room seemed too dangerous, but what other option did you hav-

A thought sparked in your mind. You winced. Internally trying to push it away, to think of something else. But you came up empty. 

Another door opening, so much closer now. 

You turned to Jake, pulling at his hand to get his attention. You could see the frown on his face even in the weak light. 

“Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.  

But it seemed like Jake was on the same wavelength. 

His lips crashed into yours. His hands coming up to cup your face and guide you backwards, pushing you up against the wall. The speed in which he moved took your breath away.

He swallowed down the small gasp of surprise that escaped your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You grabbed at his biceps, screwing up the material of his jacket as he leaned in closer to you. You tried to push down the heat that flared along your skin, the longing that threatened to explode in your heart and overload your mind. This was just cover, this was just cover, this was just-

Jake pressed his body flush against yours, easing himself between your legs and sliding his hand down your right thigh. He took hold just behind your knee, his fingers warm and sure but so careful not to bruise despite the almost fevered rush in which he moved. 

He groaned into your mouth as he lifted your leg up and over his hip, keeping his hand on your skin and holding it in place as he rocked against you, licking further into your mouth and-

The door opened. There was a flash of light. 

You had briefly forgotten the whole point of this exercise. 

Jake turned towards the light as you shied away from it, tucking your face into Jake’s neck as it blocked you from the intruder’s vision.

The guard made an apologetic sound. “Sorry, erm,” his Italian accent was strong, but his English was perfect. “This area, is off limits, I-”

“Oh, we are so sorry.” Jake smiled; the rumble of his words reverberated through his chest into yours. He sounded so confident, composed and sure of himself. Charming. “Just looking for a little private time.” He still hadn’t let go of your leg. 

“Of course.” The awkwardness in the guard’s voice was enough to make heat rise to your face, as if it hadn’t already. “But I have to ask you to-”

“We’ll be out. Momentarily.” 

The urge to hit Jake for that was so strong you nearly didn’t stop yourself. 

The guard began to speak again before Jake cut him off. 

“Just need a moment to look presentable.” Another dashing smile. “We won’t be a second.” 

The guard paused before he nodded. “Of course.” And closed the door.

You both stayed still, Jake holding his breath as you heard the guard’s footsteps move away and a door open further down the corridor as he continued his patrol. 

Jake put your leg down slowly, as if his touch could break it. You hurriedly smoothed down your dress, preferring to look anywhere except the man in front of you. 

“Sorry.” He whispered. The sincerity of his voice was shocking in the quiet.

You stared up at him, confused. 

He waited a moment before he grinned wickedly. “I smudged your lipstick.”

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[baalzebubuu]

So. Why exactly do you think the head of HR would chastise and insult one of her bosses for doing something that, while risky, was the only thing that could be done at the time to keep Kronos locked away AND reawaken the Underworld? And WHY would they then treat said boss like a fool for being freaked out over her powers seemingly inverting when, 1.) her powers were working as they usually do up until spring, and 2.) there were few known precedents over what Erebos would do to those that make deals with them (i.e. as far as we can see, Hades didn't get his pre-king powers "inverted")? I understand that you have your gripes with LO (some I can even agree with), but damn, at least be fair with your critiques, and also maybe don't mock these characters for having certain bodily features that are often the focus of negative attention IRL...

(P.S. No Greek god/goddess would accept a nymph insulting them to their face like that - they've done far worse for lesser, and even indirect insults, and a nymph being the "Head of HR" in the Underworld OR Olympus realistically wouldn't save them from that wrath, ESPECIALLY if it's coming from the queens themselves; yes, I also saw your Hera post - Hera may be leery of Demeter at times, but she's far from being genuinely terrified of her (ep. 188 clearly shows this), and please remember that Persephone was in danger due to MINTHE'S jealousy over a damn tabloid photo, not Hera's (you know, the GODDESS OF MARRIAGE, who's allowed to play matchmaker if she sees chemistry between people since THAT'S ONE OF HER JOBS, and who also likely wanted to give Persephone experiences outside of the latter's sheltered life) decision to have Persephone intern in the Underworld.)

All good points! These comics are meant to be mostly skits just what the fans always wanted to say to the characters themselves so I don’t really take them seriously in terms of plot or any of that nature

Also I’m not really much for posting here on tumblr

But DW I’ll answer the best I can with some background lore I have currently in store

Originally Gunnarr was a Humble devoted loyal Mage Serving under Freya the most powerful revered goddess in the Norse Pantheon and they were sent Away under Mysterious Circumstances

And they’re placed in high regard by many connections with Justice goddesses due to their good behavior and devotion to them Which somewhat explains why they’ve gotten away with the BadMouthing certain scenes and if any god ever really does anything to HR Freya definitely won’t be too happy about it and would cause a whole dispute between pantheon

As for Getting away with badmouthing with Hades and Keeping him on his Toes HR and Hades have a very long history working for him for up to thousand or so years

HR and Hades Essentially had a relationship just like Bojack Horseman and Princess Carolyn

And HR essentially is completely done with his Foolishness and 99% of The Olympus Family

To the point of calling them out at with whatever legal problems the gods will cause as even if they DIE being called out HR gonna die knowing he was right and essentially their point proved

they don’t really care if they Die by Their hands

( till they eventually became nicer Because of their poly relationship)

As for the part about Persephone reaching That Tower because of Minthe

I was Planning on making a comic about it soon where HR talks to Minthe and gives her consequences but I never really had that much planning how to execute it right

As for how i usually draw Persephone I was mostly following along to how other creators were doing things, not much thought put into it

However that I will apologize for since i do admit they are in bad taste

Let me know if I’m missing a part that I forgot to explain

Edit: Also i am very sorry this post was poorly written I suck at explanations

And it’s the morning by the time I made this post and I’m heading to work atm

I very much apologize for this lackluster explanation

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

BESTIE DROP THE WORLDBUILDING (OR THE DISCORD) I WANNA HEAR ALL ABOUT IT CAN WE BE ADHD ABOUT OUR OLI-CENTRIC WORLDBUILDING TOGETHERGJFHGD- *is dragged away*

i don’t have discord so i’ll just have to talk about it here

you’re making me procrastinate my x life oli drawing but that’s ok he’s the king of procrastination it’s what he would’ve wanted

so. *insane person voice* from my limited empires season 2 knowledge i’ve decided that server is what happens when multiple separate timelines are all forced together. (crickets)

“sage. what the fuck are you on about” well i’ll tell ya. so. the entire premise of c!oli is that he is the Same Fucking Guy no matter what server he’s in- most of the time- and that he just keeps getting isekaid into different dimensions like the freak that he is.

so in afterlife, he returned to an Empty Server that was supposed to be shut down by fucking God or something idk. but they can’t shut it down while there’s still a living breathing player there. aka oli. so when oli reached his final life and went to heaven ig they were like Fucking Finally please get that guy out of here. so pearls like yeah ok ^_^ you can stay here and oli said fuck that so she said fuck you and kicked him out. but he can’t go back to afterlife cause that’s not a thing anymore so he just ended up in the middle of fucking nowhere and was like guess this is my life now. and that effectively Broke the Motherfucking World (good job king)

so oli fucked around, found out, and accidentally banished himself to limbo for a long fucking time but that’s not relevant right now. so the world in the meantime was like Ok we got that guy out of here let’s try and fix the very essence of space time or whatever. but then it Didn’t which resulted in roughly 13 different timelines all converging in one place, which is why all the emperors are such different species and from such different backgrounds (joel being an Actual God, lizzie being from somewhere where anthro animals are a normal thing, whatever the fuck falses deal was, etc)

after that all happened the World was like oh shit. we fucked that up. i guess that’s enough time in The Void for oli so they let him out and that’s how he ended up in a world full of multiple alternate universe versions of his friends and also falsesymmetry

that being said, the world is a broken story that wants to at the very least be a slightly fixed story with an ending. so it keeps trying to fix itself, however it is Massively Fucked and instead the Rift happens, which was also slightly olis fault cause again, he broke the world

so then enters hermitcraft, which is also a world full of colliding timelines but 100x more stable if you don’t count the apocalypse. and that happens but it wasn’t supposed to and like i said the world just wants to fix itself so eventually the rift closes and all the hermits go home 👍

things are fairly calm after that, and tbh the esmp2 ending was kinda mid imo but i do have some very canon divergent ideas about what happened when Oli “broke the world” Orionsound goes BACK THROUGH WHATS LEFT OF THE RIFT and ends up somewhere else but this has already gotten too long so. there’s that

[orchid-151]

I had some ideas for the journey Orchid and her group were going to take, I haven't fully planned them out but if any of you all like this idea involving your OC's do let me know... Or if you don't like the idea then also let me know because I can change/shorten the 'Inner Evil' arc...

I will list a small summary for each picture...

Again, these are just ideas... if any of you don't want your OC to show up for a mini arc just let me know... I won't do it if you ask me not to.

Under readmore because long...

@lilium2034 Amicus and Fidus

The idea is after they reach land, Mason stirs up an argument with Orchid about not needing to be so reckless with her actions with her firing comments back at him about trying to be a team player... After she walks away to blow off steam when she runs into the Duo. Amicus heals her shoulder while hearing her out and tries to give her some good advice...

I might add more when I get to that part but that's it for that mini arc...

@asktotallyhuman Sarah

To be fair, I have been reading all I can about this girl and her village, and thought of a good arc where Orchid goes alone and tries to make a bargain with Sarah to help her brother and the group. Orchid would stay and make a few double chests of 'God Apples' and Sanah would allow Mason and the others to pass and continue (Valkyrie and Archie would be given two of the 'rings' to make them look like villagers)...

I don't think Sanah is evil but I think she would rig a double chest to drain the apples into another dozen double chest below Orchid cell making her work even harder to make more apples then offered... Only later finding out more about the strange Illager and finding that Orchid is literally going to kill herself trying to fill the last chest to fulfill her end of the bargain...

In the end, Sanah does a good deed and finally lets Orchid go after letting her recover... But Sanah's mindset of Illagers doesn't change. And Orchid understands that, tell Sanah she can keep the extra 'God Apples' for an emergency with no ill will to the human...

Not fully planned out again but again, I don't think Sanah is evil... Just untrusting of ANY Illager that comes to her with a bargain...

@ask-wretched Wretched

(Damn is Wretch hard to draw for me... Even if it is just his foot 😓)

Ok, this idea was running a mug through my head for a while now so here is some of the idea...

As Orchid's group continues on, they start running into some of Drake's forces... While Orchid goes looking for some ingredients for a few potions a small party of four ambushes her in a cave mouth and chases her into it. One uses a tipped arrow with blindness on it and aims it at her. Orchid suddenly notices that she had blindly ran into a Wardens territory and stops to hide and be quiet... Only to get hit by a tipped arrow in the back and knocked down... The 4 are then 'mowed down' by the warden of the area, obviously being loud and aggravated when they found their target and almost lost her... Orchid tries to get up but realizes she is low on health and is blind for who-knows-how-long...

Wretch would be humongous next to Orchid and if he did try to help would probably be scared to even hold her, she so smol... (I don't have her exact measurements yet... Maybe 4"6' or 4"10' somewhere in that range of shortness...)

(originally I was going to have her a few weeks pregnant with Smith's child but I might not do that... Unless y'all like the idea of more drama but I don't think I'll do it.)

And there you go, four ideas I had for mini arcs in the comic, I still plan to put the few OC's in the background in some panels so be looking out for the small cameos~