#bc i don't know how to shade otherwise

[yaps-art]

so the furina i mentioned earlier

[kastillia]

Hi Kas, I'd love to see you draw Alisa from God Eater or Fuuka from Persona 3 (or both). Moving is a Big Deal(tm), hope you feel better soon!

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[lovebugism]

hi!! could I possibly request something with Eddie or Steve with their chronically ill gf? I have POTS and although I don't full on faint, I get super fainty often and can lose my vision a little sometimes from that, and I think it would be cute to see how either boys would be with a partner like that (IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY OKAY, THIS IS A VERY SELF INDULGENT REQUEST)

i tried to make this more general since i don't personally have pots, but it ended up being very self-indulgent bc i do get fainting spells quite often so enjoy hahah :D — the one where eddie munson is a very panicky caregiver (established relationship, hurt/comfort | 1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The hottest day of the season weighs heavily upon you. The golden hour sunlight and sticky summer air seep into your bones, sucking all the energy from your already tired body. You feel a bit like a vampire now — a withering thing wasting away in the center of Eddie Munson’s bed, with nothing but a clicking fan beside you blowing hot air around the room.

Eddie seems largely unfazed by the summer weather despite his metalhead qualities, which should otherwise clash with the heat. 

He’s shed his leather jacket for the first time all year. The thrifted t-shirt he wears below it leaves his pale, tattoed arms on display. You can see the tendons in them pulsing every time he strums lazily at his acoustic guitar. His wild curls, more untamed than usual in such humidity, are pulled out of his face with one of your hair ties. A few stubborn strands stick to his face still — now a darker shade of brown, going damp from the sweat beading on his jaw and forehead.

You watch him tilt his head back to shake his bangs from his eyes, then smile to yourself when the attempt proves fruitless. His hair’s grown much too long now — enough to be perpetually frustrating. Not that Eddie cares to acknowledge it, anyway.

“I think it’s time for a haircut, Eds,” you try to tease, though the words come out strangely heavy on your tongue. They sound lightyears away as they spill from your mouth, and the thought alone makes you dizzy. Dizzier.

Eddie’s face, glimmering and softly flushed, screws in a boyish pout. “Don’t say that. You know I hate that word.”

“Look at your bangs, Eds! They’re way too long—”

The mattress squeaks softly under your weight when you go to reach for him. You’re barely able to sit upright without your head spinning. It’s like you blink once, and suddenly you’re underwater — vision blurry, ears ringing, the world swimming with various indistinct shapes. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and sit back again.

It takes Eddie a moment too long to notice.

“No, they’re not— See?” He pauses his strumming to muss at his curls. His ringed fingers tousle his already frizzy bangs to get them out of his eyes. He smiles all cheeky at you then, as he glances at you over his shoulder. His smile ebbs at the twisted look on your face. “Hey… You okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer immediately, though the pinched look to your features never wavers. 

“Okay. Yeah,” Eddie nods. “But… Are you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut until it hurts — until blue and white stars start to twinkle in the nothingness. But even in the quote-unquote nothingness, you can still feel the world spinning around you. It’s like you’re on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean, swaying in time with the rocky tides even though you’re sitting still. The notion makes your swimmy head spin. 

“Yeah,” you repeat, pitched higher this time as you dig your palms into your eye sockets. A feeble attempt to ease the dizziness. “I just— I just got a little dizzy all of a sudden. But I’m fine.”

Eddie starts reeling immediately. “Shit. Are you… Are you gonna pass out?” he stammers and rises suddenly from the bed. He leaves his guitar at his feet as he rushes to you. The mattress bounces under you and makes you feel sicker. His panicking makes you feel sicker, too.

“I don’t think so,” you answer, voice quiet and faraway.

“You don’t think so?” Eddie echoes as he looms at your side. 

You can’t see him, but you know he’s there. You can feel his shadow and the heat radiating from his lanky form. His ringed hands sit awkwardly out in front of him, aching to comfort you but frightened of making it worse. 

“Do you— Do you want me to do something? Do you need me to get you anything? Like… Like a glass of water or—”

“Eds. I’m fine,” you interject a bit too firmly for your poorly state. “It’ll pass, just… Just sit down.”

“I can’t,” he squirms. “You’re makin’ me nervous, babe.”

“Standing on top of me isn’t helping, Eds.”

The boy sits gingerly at your side, then. He doesn’t move a muscle as he waits for you to tell him what to do. Obedient but hardly patient. He tries not to fidget too much, lest he add to your unease, but he buzzes with worry in the meantime. He watches with his heart in his throat as you finally take your hands from your face.

His wide, chocolate eyes dart over your pallid features. “You okay?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” you hum in the affirmative, though you haven’t yet tried to open your eyes. 

The mattress feels less like a wobbling water bed now, but you’re still scared of what the world will look like — if everything will be slightly askew or flipped upside down entirely.

“Can you try to look at me?” the boy presses gently.

You peek one eye open and turn your chin to look at him. The subtle movement ends up being an obvious mistake. “Fuck,” you curse in a quiet murmur, shutting your eyes when the world goes staticky again.

“Don’t move so fast, babe. You’ll pass out,” Eddie chuckles despite the panicked ache in his chest. 

He moves slowly so as not to jostle you too much — lifting his arm to rest over your shoulder and pulling you very carefully to his chest. His free hand covers your eyes and rests over your temple. He squishes his cheek against your hair.

The humidity doesn’t often allow for such contact, but the heat isn’t nearly as strong as Eddie Munson’s love for you. He holds you close in spite of the slightly agonizing way your skin sticks together, fully content to melt with you completely.

“‘M not gonna pass out,” you murmur, words sitting heavy in your mouth.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffs. “‘Cause slurring your words like you’re drunk all of a sudden is real convincing, sweetheart.”

“M fine,” you insist anyway.

“Yeah?”

“Well, the world’s not spinning anymore, at least.”

“Good,” Eddie hums, smacking a chaste kiss to your head. “Lay down for me, alright? I wanna get you some water. And maybe something salty. That shit’s supposed to help, isn’t it?”

You whine in protest when he starts to move. Less because of how faint you are, and more because of how little you want him to leave. 

“No. Later. Don’t move,” you grouse.

“I gotta make sure you’re alright, babe,” the boy laughs through the warmth blooming in his chest, a sparkling sort of pride perhaps, as you curl further into his side.

“I’m fine right now,” you mumble tiredly. “But if you stop holdin’ me like this, I won’t be.”

“Ah, right…” Eddie sighs in defeat. “Guess I’m stuck here then, huh?”

You nod slowly, cheek rubbing along the cotton fabric of his shirt. “Mhm.”

He smiles softly to himself, wider than he usually allows, ‘cause there’s nothing metal about being a lovesick puppy. But, in truth, he’s happy to be stuck here with you — even with your swimmy head and humid air and clicking desk fan that’s hardly working now. The circumstances a mildly inconvenient, sure, but he’d take a billion inconvenient circumstances if it meant getting to be with you.

Lovesick puppy, indeed.

[silverior968]

An assortment of Pride-themed Garten of Banban drawings, ranging from serious but not very deep headcanons to "you know what would be funny?" (explanations below the cut)

Bittergiggle's image has a big intersex-inclusive progress pride flag, and for the character specific flags he has the queer and genderqueer ones.

Banbaleena's image just has the trans flag (hc stemming from me designing her as a sheep and only remembering that ewes don't have any horns afterwards).

Banban's image has basic rainbow flags (I used them for any accessories just to make drawing them easier for myself) and the bi flag (purely vibes-based).

Flumbo's image doesn't even have any flags I just thought it was a funny concept.

Toadster's image's background and shading are different because it was the first one I made, but the flags are a basic rainbow one, and a green carnation instead of a flag. For those who don't know, green carnations are a classic achillean symbol, in a similar manner to how violets are a traditional sapphic symbol. Toadster just gives me the vibes of someone who'd have a carnation instead of a flag, idk where he would have learned it from but I'm sure some western movie out there has referenced it.

Kittysaurus's image just has the basic rainbow flag, I don't actually have a hc for her I just wanted to include her. Bittergiggle gives me the vibes of a guy who'd take his cat to pride with him bc "otherwise she'll feel left out :(".

The gay divorce image doesn't have flags I just thought it would be funny. Love loses.

The bird family's image has the ally flag. The protect queer kids text is actually not in reference to the opi-lings, I kind of intended it to be like those drawings people make of animals protecting their offspring with a similar slogan, the intended takeaway is that you should protect your community members as strongly as animals protect their offspring, not that the creatures in question are that particular identity. Also again I just wanted to include the Opi-lings because they're fun to draw.

Last but not least the final image has the intersex-inclusive progress pride flags, and an asexual flag. The ace flag was just intuition and has no actual basis. I have no headcanon for Jumbo Josh I just wanted to include him because like. That's Jumbo Josh I couldn't not include him.

These are all I have for now, you can throw more hcs my way, and I might draw more if anything catches my eye.

[woooshworldtwo]

AT A LOSS

TAGS: WIFE!READER [Originally just mentioned once in dialogue but otherwise just spouse is used when describing said relationship between characters], Husband!Caracalla x Reader x Unrequited!Geta, Mentions of sex, Brief mentions of slavery [gladiators in the Colosseum], Brief mentions of animal cruelty [animals participating in the Colosseum], Historical inaccuracies, I'm not sure what else.

FIRST NOTE: I think I wanted to try accentuating the care he wants to give reader and therefore ends up treating those around him as what he sees them as- disposable and like shit. Geta is a TERRIBLE man so I guess I just wanted him to be pining for someone he knows is out of reach. I was gonna make it a series to like Caracalla x partner reader x unrequited Geta. if this is the first chapter, ngl idk where to trail off from there. i kind of write while im smoking just to fuck around so maybe i could write at least five-ish chapters if i think of a good enough plot. WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK?? who knows i could even do the same with Caracalla, it could make sense cause he literally kills his brother in the movie

SECOND NOTE: pov ur me, high off like five tokes and u watch Gladiator 2 the day it comes out on Paramount+. BOOM, obsessed, love it, don't even care about the historical inaccuracies. For some reason, as someone as not all there like Caracalla is, having that deep relationship with his brother, once he notices that lil interest Geta has, or even just the doubts of others finally becoming to a point where my guy has to LOCK IN to keep his partner w him. not cause they don't love them, I think it would be cause he loves THEM too much. I'm talking bristling at the notion whenever he thinks of them together. JUST UNSPOKEN TENSION. do u guys enjoy that?

THIRD NOTE: unfortunately, i have more to talk about but no one to say it to so ur my audience. yelling into the mic i ask, do you guys think I should write porn of Caracalla and reader FUCKING?? idk if it would even include Geta- IT COULD, WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT. I sort of just wanted to explore writing intimacy as an actual action instead described as thoughts. leave ur thoughts on what u guys think on that too bc im literally so curious.

PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORK, I BET YOU

Summer in your lungs, and alcohol swimming in your stomach; Caracalla wonders if he's seen beauty such as yours. Never alone in the hours of the night, the lovers he takes soon notice how harder he is to satisfy, to sedate into a warm puddle wrapped in expensive sheets- instead becoming unflinching to the pleasures that usually melt his tortured mind.

Intense with his emotions, he swears this affection was there from first glance. Taken sight of you at in your hazy glory; the clothes accentuating the shade of your skin, the warmth of your eyes, it only takes months before you two wed.

From there, days are blissful. Misery always follows, but he finds with your company at his side, falling into the episodes of madness are rarer and rarer.

Perhaps it's the sweetness of your soul mending what his lacks, or having the closeness of your body distances the pestering thoughts appearing out of thin air. No matter what is it, with his claws dug into your being- he refuses to let go.

Dimmed by what other's consider insanity, it's difficult not to see Caracalla's growing lucidness. Coming face to face with it, Geta realizes any foes and enemies of Rome has never been as close as his brother has to the inner workings of his mind.

Divided by grace, the affection for you has been its limit. As the eldest, Caracalla bears the pitying glances from other's in the palace; to have the responsibilities laid on Geta is blasphemy, but who else can handle its weight when his mind is in two?

Who else to lessen its everlasting ache if not you? For that reason, such as many others, is why he cannot risk this becoming what he has grown familiar with- sharing with his brother.

Holding the same curiosity he did in the faint moments of childhood, his Adam's Apple bobs faintly- and when you look to follow its movements before returning your gaze to him: a faint shiver is felt and repressed in that same breath. "Caracalla?"

Asking in a murmur, he knows what you're referring to. Living with you these past handful of months, he can recall the number of times you've cut each conversation he's thought out into nothing more than small talk. In one worded questions, he cannot help but admire the relaxed sight of you.

So much so, he allows you to each time. Tossing the unspoken plans of connection for small talk, he nods. A hint of a smile is seen, and alone from that, you beam back at him.

Genuine like the sun, to continue seeing it, it makes it easy for him to keep spew out half thought words in hopes something he says would land. "He will arrive shortly, do not worry.", it ends with your name, echoing from his mouth, and although the God's have given him the same glory they themselves hold at their fingertips; nothing has sounded as holy.

Bounded by faith, the prayers he spills are ingrained in the folds of his brain, but once consumed in these times of power, he wonders if he should dare step closer to the soul he swears should beat for him.

"... Geta?", Unknowing for how much time has past, the beaming smile you once held is melted into a small frown. Quietly urging him to the present like he's seen you do with his brother, there's a warmth blooming in the hallow part of his chest.

Cherishing the brief concern, it only seems to remind him what Caracalla has naturally and what he takes the scraps of.

Still leaned back into the expensive marble, the wall itself is a pale enough color to forget about, instead focusing on the features he, too, fantasizes of in passing moments alone.

"Where did you go?", Too familiar with speaking to the other emperor, the question is thoughtless when spoken, yet its weight is felt nonetheless. "Nowhere. Just here.. Are you enjoying yourself?", Taking a pause, he eventually speaks again. It's done when walking to the the throne nearing Caracalla's; the one you sit in.

"Quite the spectacle.", Your eyes peer down at the sight below; bloodshed in the Colosseum's sand doesn't make your stomach twist like it once did, however when watching captured men swing weapons- and seeing another one fall, you look to him again.

Sitting at his own throne, you find his eyes already on you; a quirk upturning on his lips to show the pleased buzz your words give him. Gladiators from conquered lands, their purpose in Rome is to win their survival and amuse any passing visitors. Yet in the past year or so, since your arrival, he's found a deeper sense of pride at their display.

Growing passed the Senator's praise, passed continuing his parents past teachings, he has found serenity in the amazement you hold so clearly.

Seeing your wonder at the captured animals; their stature towering over the sand's flat ground, using its strength to trample over any competitors- he finds himself chasing the occasional bursts of attention he manages to keep with in your magenta sunlight.

Never promising loyalty to anyone; he chases it when you're unable to give it, the mess of concubines and courtesans who he cannot remember the names nor the faces of, only remembering their similarities to you- their purpose has been asked for more as of late, and neglected all the same soon after.

No matter if it was seeing a person with hair similar to yours, a familiar sounding voice, even just dressed in clothing resembling your own; they were sought out after in hopes of finding you in them.

He finds it only lasts briefly.

Of course sex is endless, at the call of his voice and at the stop of a groan; services are there to satisfy whatever craving he has. But after each round of breathlessness, he finds that hunger for what is missing growing into something insatiable.

Hours spent, feeling their bodies, picturing what your own must look like underneath the white moonlight casting into his bedchambers. Each thrust is heavy with yearning he cannot mend, moaning for warmth he cannot have; he damns Caracalla in those times for finding you first before he did.

Perhaps then would you be his spouse. To bed you the same way his brother does would be true nirvana, to hear those same whimpers he knows you're able to make, to feel you shiver and tighten around him the same way those people do; it's what he longs for.

He's certain then he'd be more than just rough, chasing whatever high is made in a blurry of orgasms- it becomes difficult to differentiate who is with him and who is imagined; not when his eyes are shut and your image is all he sees in its darkness. Tenderness is taught, and if his brother was able to learn to extend that same to you; there is no doubt he'd do the same.

"Are you enjoying it?", Turning your focus back onto Geta, his answer is a hum. The sound is husky from passing thoughts, and strain for what should be hidden; he takes a moment to gather his words.

"I always favor your company, the spectacle is merely entertainment.", Repeating what you said only minutes ago, the unexpressed emotions behind it is registered in your mind- and although brushed off originally, that denial you have becomes harder to not believe Geta's feelings becoming more noticeable in the time spent at his brother's side.

"The ambience of cheering Roman's, animals in pain, and dying men; no wonder we have such lively conversations in these times.", Another quality of yours he finds endearing is your dryness. The harshness soaked into your veins from being raised by your family has not changed you the way it has him he notices; viewing the cruelties of Rome in whatever light you could shed, he once again almost smiles, a quirk of his lips turning upwards showing.

"Complaining to the emperor for the privileges he's given you? What an ungrateful wife you are.", Breaking out into a smile, what is said is anything but malicious. Leaving Caracalla unmentioned; unsaid, his mind is soothed from its ache, mending itself when remembering it's just you and him- hidden away.

Alone in a place where he can pretend you two are more than in-laws, there's a warm stirring at the sound of your laughter. Filled with humor you express so freely, it reminds him of conversations with your father throughout the years; his stories of your youth.

Defiant in ways he wishes he'd seen, and mischievous in ways he knows you still are; the only changes is now you're not tangible. Yet, lost in affections like he never got to be as a boy, he doesn't mind who he's face to face with now. Not in the slightest.

"Forgive my insolence, emperor; I plead for it.", Clearly you speak to Caracalla too much because the shiver trailing up his spine goes directly into that heated feeling in his abdomen. Aware you're unknowing to the effect you have, it only worsens at the hint of playfulness heard.

"Oh, you're forgiven. The God's have extended their mercy onto you today, but be wry, they could change their mind.", Unwilling to give into the arousal brewing, the tension he's created in his body, he replies with a smile- one that lingers too long.

Mischief isn't needed to be noticed in the palace, not with the two emperor's having their souls intertwining themselves with your own- no longer being unheard by those around you, that streak remains. It brings an amusement greater than bloodshed to Geta, and even more so to Caracalla. Smoothness of your words he swears is coated with the sweetest of wines; it disarms what would be seen as scrutiny as nothing more than a jest.

With humor being forgotten in such trying times; outside of what the Colosseum offers, and outside of the different celebrations of another conquered land- Geta finds your spirit is lightening to what is constantly dampening in his.

Shouts of Roman's are heard, like you predicted, and another man falls. However, with neither of you truly paying attention to the sight; their deaths were not offered the same graciousness you're given so carelessly, so frivolously: and when one of the last remaining takes their bow to surrender- only then do you look away.

To see your eyes of amusement grow into something unreadable, his own smile dims into a frown.

Standing from the throne, his hands rest on the Bisellium's railing, he grips onto it tightly when seeing below. Blood stains the sand as always; the deceased laid out over it in the afternoon heat, and the two lone man kneel. Meters away from one another, your eyes flicker between them, and soon Geta speaks up again.

Mercy is yelled in the air, and when he asks you, his voice is quieter than intended, "Shall we show mercy?"

Sparking what was lost, you nod, and another smile is seen, "Mercy."

Prayers do not solve what is inevitable, he finds, not when the God's blood soars through his body. The threat of rebellion, and the stings of betrayal, that mask that hides it all becomes wavering whenever he's with you; wishing to you like he did as a child to the God's for power, to worship you in ways he only should deities- it almost feels blasphemous.

Even more so now, when you don't understand the importance behind what he says; the grace he offers, the laughs he lets slip out- it is only the beginning of what he could promise you.

FOURTH NOTE: Now that you've made it this far, I wanna like drift away from what I was writing on my old account. it was just small paragraphs, but writing on a laptop just HITS DIFFERNT- literal hours spent doing this shit. I don't rlly wanna take requests bc i feel like my time is just too hectic for that, BUT I WOULD LOVE to hear your guys thoughts!! Okay, small series on these characters- Quinn Mossbacher, Simon Kalivoda, Ethan Russell, DIMITRI KRAVIOFF, DANIEL MARKOWITZ, JASON HOCHBERG, and finally our beloved; Caracalla. bad part is I haven't most of the movies they're in, so i don't want it to be inaccurate.

FIFTH NOTE: currently i'm writing a Johnny Storm fic series inspired by the new Fantastic Four trailer (writing the third chapter of what could be a five or even eight part series if I get to understand that franchise better), an Eddie Muson fic mainly just to fuck around and post that old one I never got a chance to. also an Adrian Chase fic i found on my laptop, another one for Koby from the one piece live action (I was inspired when the show first came out), and joe goldberg

FINAL NOTE: I've wanted to get into watching Yellowjackets. LOVE THE SHOW. Another thing I wanted to ask bc when I write for women characters, i like to write them as WLW. SO would you guys like it if i also wrote for Iris (Companion), SISTER BARNES (Heretic), Jinx (Arcane), Lucy Maclean (Fallout), Rhiannon Lewis (Sweetpea)?? one day if i sell out and get a membership to Prime or those silly addons; I WILL.

[moons-of-dewclan]

Hellooooo! I’m working on a clangen blog of my own, so I’m going around asking my favorite clangen blogs some questions. I’m happy to get answers to whichever you feel like answering (or none at all if you don’t feel like it!)

What program and file size do you use?

If you use a font, what font is it?

How far ahead do you recommend playing?

Do you have any advice for layouts?

Do you have any tips for lighting/drawing fur?

Do you have any tips for making cats look more unique?

If you do backgrounds, do you have any advice for creating them?

If you use them, where do you recommend finding reference images?

NYELLO! 1. I use Procreate on Ipad! File size is pretty small because i feel more easygoing working small. it forces me not to worry too much about details. Dewclan comic pages come in 1200px wide and.. however tall the page calls for. 1200 DOESN'T SEEM SUPER TINY BUT!! when you think about adding in the speech bubbles and doing usually two panels per 'row', make space for the panels themselves, etc, you end up with only like.. 350/400px to work with. s'LIL 2. FONT is copperplate! 3. this entirely depends on you. if you wanna be able to plan ahead to connect some events, you gotta go a few moons ahead to know what to connect. but sometimes going moon by moon really keeps up your muse and excitement, because even YOU wonder what's gonna happen next. if you need to stay excited about something to keep up with it like ME, i recommend not going too far ahead. keep it Fresh 4. advice would be.. keep in mind/sketch out the placement for your characters AND their speech bubbles in their panels. i don't do this and it shows ALSDNKLSD. sometimes my speech bubbles are squARSHED, or sometimes i have to adjust the size of the font to make it fit. it's silly. PLAN AHEAD. otherwise i'm not so great at layouts and composition in that i don't have a lot of confidence in it, so i can't give much advice OGH 5. shade fur like you'd shade anything else! don't overthink it. but drawing fur can be done in a billion ways so that's a tough one to answer. in my clangen comic it's very simple, bc there's just the illusion of fur. YOU JUST.. ASSUME THERE IS FUR BC.. cats. but there isn't much definition really. sometimes i throw in a tuft or two bc for fun. outside of clangen, uHHHGH.. my fur rendering is sort of a mess. look at how your favourite artists do it! there's no one single way 6. unique cats.. play with shapes! cute round soft shapes, pointy angular shapes. play with the shapes of their ears, give em tufts or give them no tufts. think about silhouettes if you're not going with realism! if you figure out what makes a cat look like a cat enough, you can warp that anatomy and keep them looking cattish 7. i do backgrounds!! i dabble, i partake, in the backgrounds. BUT UAA advice is hard there too. what kind of bgs do you wanna do? :( I'M SORRY I NEED VERY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS I'ASKDNLK I'M EASILY CONFUSED. general advice is again, look at ones you like! think about what you like about the bgs you see and HAVE AT EM. do studies :3 8. Pinterest is good for references. at least it was last i checked before the big AI boom.. bc it'll recommend you similar things. tho i find the layout pretty disorienting. IF YOU CAN GET USED TO IT, IT'S HELPFUL THO

[mona-risms]

K so I manifested an Idea. Vampire (not spawn, not ascendant just vampire) Reader x Werewolf Selune Shadowheart

My idea was more imagine R is there instead of The Spawn ™

R is obviously not a damned racist or a pompous ass but still morally grey with a similar style of humor (gotta embody the bloodlust ™) but after the story is said and done and shadowheart is free from shar instead of going streaking in the pool they relive the first romance scene interaction but instead they actually fuck in the woods. Your typical Vampire x Werewolf PredPrey & Bloodplay type fuck ensues

Any takers?

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!werewolf!Selûnite!Shadowheart x dom!vampire!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Predator/prey kink, scent kink (?), bloodplay

◆ NOTES: ME I'LL TAKE IT!!!!! Much as the content warnings seem otherwise, this isn't a darkfic hello god 😭. Also ngl I think I just ended up flat-out making Reader Astarion 2.0 but without the background 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ enjoy LOL

Idk about whether you fully meant the whole campaign's finished or you wanted this set on the moment she invites you out for a dip, but like I choose the FORMER bc ougghfhg it's so sweet they're so sweet I LOVE SHADOWHEART!!!! And I'm guessing in place of Astarion ohhhh *rubs hands* (love Neil though)

IT'S SO BITTERSWEET cuz ending the Netherbrain = killing off the tadpoles and therefore no longer granting you access to the fucking SUN so you're standing amongst your companions, basking in your victory (as horrendously cheesy it is for you, to the point it makes your skin crawl upon realisation) before you feel the first pinpricks of literal fucking SUN DAMAGE

You have to RUN to shade, not even getting any time to notify anyone, least of all Shadowheart. But it's not like any of them are unaware of the reason why—not with the burning flesh in the air holy fuck—but it's just a bit sad since 🤷‍♀️ you can't see the sun anymore

It is only at night that you meet up again, partly bc the others wanna celebrate for a campaign well-done, but also partly bc it's not as if you could meet up with them at any other time of day. The party's set where the Act 1 celebration's set asw for the sake of looking back on how far you've actually come, so :(

But strangely enough, you're not there? Where did you go?? The wine might taste like shit unless someone's picked out the good ones, but it's not like you to be seen NOT skulking around everywhere, all miserable

It's fine though, Shadowheart knows where you are :3c

You register familiar footsteps first before you register her voice.

"I thought I might find you here."

You don't need to turn around from the edge that you've been sat on for a while now—you already know who it is, and by now, you've long since registered that she is in no means a direct threat to you.. usually.

So you placed your goblet down on the ground beside you and you recline, leaning on the palms of your hands as you watched the moon, "Really, now? What gave it away?"

"I can scent you out, remember?"

"Ah, right," came the sardonic reply, "do forgive me, my brain is still getting accustomed to not having an active host inside it. Might be a little slow from the sudden loss, see."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," the Selûnite rolled her eyes as she bent and settled down beside you, "were my eyes deceiving us all when we saw you fighting the Netherbrain?"

"Yes," you hissed out lightly, holding no venom in your words, "you know how much I detest heroism, especially when all we get in return is.. what, some shoddy party and cheap alcohol?"

She quirked an eyebrow, "You don't mean that."

"..."

She knew you didn't, she's known you for far too long and far too much to think otherwise.

"..I do."

"No, you don't."

"Ugh, fine. ..I suppose the wine tastes.. adequate this time."

Shadowheart sported a victorious grin on her lips—an expression that looks much lighter, and dare you even say softer, in comparison to when the two of you first sat here—before it is covered by the goblet of wine, though the crinkle on the corner of her eyes was unmistakable.

Though she lowers her goblet slightly just to take one more light jab, "Much better than your preferred sort of viscous finery, then?"

"Certainly much better than yours, mutt."

"Now I know you're lying, fangs."

And then the two of you just chill there, away from the fanfare. Are the both of you in a celebratory mood? Sure, but for Shadowheart's part, she'd much rather sit in this moment with you and bask in the intimacy

But you didn't come for the fluff did you lol

"You making up for lost time, Shadowheart?"

"Hm?"

"You seem to be entranced by the moon." You flashed your fangs in a teasing smirk, "are your instincts calling to you or is my presence so boring, now that we're away from mortal peril?"

She rolled her eyes as she jabbed her elbow onto your side lightly, "I'm not some beast who can't keep her claws to herself, unlike you. Remember when you--"

"--tried to drink your blood and you held me down as a result, yes, yes, I know how the story goes," you waved it off with a scoff. When you continue, you shuffle closer to lean onto your lover's side, "So? What are you thinking about?"

"I'm not sure whether this is something to share with you, of all people."

A scandalised gasp, "What? Do you not trust your own beloved? I'll have you know I'm the most trustworthy person there is!"

"You are a lot of things, but trustworthy? Even a Sharran would raise an eyebrow. ..Ah, fine." And she leans into to whisper—an unneeded gesture, considering your vampiric senses, yet you forget such semantics when she nips at your ear. "A vampire and a werewolf, both under Selûne's light. Who comes out on top, hm?"

Your lips stretch and your teeth bare themselves before you can stop it, and when you look at Shadowheart, you realise you've just started playing into her hand.

"Oh, you are unfair," you leaned in to her neck and inhaled her scent; night orchids mixed with a tinge of wolf musk and the sweet scent of the blood pumping through her body.

But she immediately pulls herself away, hauls herself up and backs off with a smirk, "'Unfair' would be if only one of us was beastly."

A blink, and she's disappeared into the woods. But her voice still rings in your head thanks to your enhanced senses:

"Come find me, lover, or I'll find you first."

THERE WE GO ong I was struggling to find how to actually get to it

NOW it's a chase between the three of you. Shadowheart wouldn't shift, because even if she knew for a FACT that this was going to end in no other way but the both of you without clothes on as you Gallivant in the woods, ain't no WAYYYYY was she ripping up her clothes when you are no longer in a 'desperate times' ahh situation. HOWEVER she would 100% use her werewolf senses to her advantage, or to at least even out the odds

This would also be her fully embracing what she is I think after being free from Shar's influence. After fearing wolves (and especially herself probably) for so long, now she's using her abilities to its full potential and feeling comfortable with doing so instead of hating herself for it

Within the forest is a cat and mouse game between the two of you, except both of you are the cat and the mouse. Especially for Shadowheart's case, even though she knew it'll end up with her getting her ass handed to her in more ways than one 🤷‍♀️ but challenging you and your authority has always been a favourite past time of hers that grew from your dynamic, the little brat

Close call after close call, taunt after taunt, chase after chase, and then eventually? You catch up to her and pounce from behind, pinning her down

PERSONAL HEADCANON that makes sense: while they have supernatural abilities, werewolves are built more on strength and durability, while vampires are gifted with speed and stealth. This makes things JUICIER bc then that means even if Shadowheart isn't at 100% rn, she's blatantly 'struggling' underneath you on purpose—she has no intention of actually getting away from you, just moving enough that she gives you a challenge and has you pushing her further into the grass

From then on call it the medieval highway to Sin City because JESUS CHRIST the sex is ROUGH. Both of you are in shambles and so are your clothes as it is either thrown to the side, just left in the midst of giving up in trying to take it off, or flat out just. Shredded by either one of you's claws. Or teeth. Who knows

Shadowheart leaning more into her wolf side, to being more free with herself, has her acting significantly less dignified. And we all KNOW she's FREAKY as hell anyway, now think about that being significantly much more intense. Biting a lot more, scratching, growling, etc. This is her mate we're talking about—though she'd absolutely correct you and say that no way in hells would she use that term and be 'primitive' when referring to you LOL—so there's that primal instinct in her to mark as much as possible

Before Act 3 she'd probably moreso coax you into putting your lips onto her neck and actually biting you, like a gentle practice that has her gasping and slowly pushing you away while in a daze. Now? OH WOW. Her hand darts to your head and pulls you into her neck and growls at you to fucking drink and really show her if vampiric dominance is more than just some mind control bs or what. She grits her teeth—sharper now—as her nails dig into your scalp as she practically whines and grinds her cunt on your thigh while you drain her. And when you're done? She pulls you back in for a messy tongued kiss to taste the metallic tang of her own blood before commenting on how you can even deal with that taste (chalk it up to an acquired taste?)

Doesn't matter if you're in the middle of the fucking woods, fuck her left, right, and centre until both of you are exhausted and/or one of you passes out

Much as Shadowheart likes to test you constantly, eventually she turns into a MESS, especially with the amount of blood drawn out from her as you rightfully consume your prey. She'd end up going delirious as you switch from eating her out and drinking her blood and leaving a mess

You can see when Shadowheart's tittering on the edge of consciousness.

What was once a strong grip on your scalp became something you could easily shrug off, even without your boosted strength. What was once a teasing string of breathy taunts turned into slurs of something coherent. And when you look up as you suck her clit, what was once a focused gaze glazed into something much more airy and unfocused.

Before, she would've refused to let down her guard like this. Now, she can't even decide what she wants for herself; her whimpers are desperste, her hands unsure whether to push you away or pull you in deeper, and her thighs shake unsteadily as she drips down your chin while forcing herself to keep standing against the tree bark.

A sob quickly transitions into a plea from the Selûnite—a rare concession of power from her, despite knowing your dynamics well—and yet you won't stop.

How could you?

Your prey tastes much too sweet for you to do so, especially after a hunt.

She ends up passing out even with better regeneration lmfao

Halsin probably warns everyone to leave the two of you alone HAHAHAAHHA

[somepsychopomp]

hiya!

you've mentioned before that most het couples bore you/you're not super into them. but you seem to be into odypen. how do they differ for you from the rest of the het couples?

by the way, this is asked out of genuine curiosity and not meant to be a "gotcha" type question.

i love all your writing (especially your threads on the other app) and everything you've put out on ao3!

"threads on the other app" is such a great way to describe my smut fics on bluesky 😂

also no worries, this is a pretty valid question and I lowkey wondered if someone would ever ask me about it

short answer: it's easier to ship Odypen when I know in my heart that Penelope has a monster dong & Odysseus has that gorilla grip coochie

long answer: I am extraordinarily picky with my het ships & will almost never ship the primary couple in a show/movie/any-other-media on the basis of them being het because I find their relationship miserably predictable and overly simplistic.

I promise I'm going to get to Epic but I'm going to wander on a side tangent for a sec- please bear with me! (Also yeah this response is super long. Who would have imagined that I would go on to blabber for way longer than expected...)

One example I wanna bring up is Percy x Annabeth from PJO. I do not actively ship or care about Percabeth at all, at least not without some AU that vastly complicates their relationship and makes it much harder for them to be together. I do acknowledge they're canon but their story in PJO is so linear. They go from "I'm a kid and here's this other kid I have to get along with" to friends to lovers. Granted, there's some hiccups and little twists here & there but that's it.

And that's the pipeline that probably like 90% of het ships follow. Hiccup & Astrid in HTTYD follow the same formula and for my entire childhood I could not bring myself to care about their dynamic or relationship at all, primarily because I've already seen it before. Especially that dynamic of "cool strong girl" x "main character hero boy who needs her help". I kinda like them more now than I did as a kid, largely bc I do acknowledge they're better written than a lot of other het couples, but still.

But if you know the HTTYD movies, you might be surprised that I actually really like Stoick x Valka because their history is so fraught. Stoick spent 20 years thinking his wife was dead, assuming she was eaten by animals he once viewed as monsters but now views as allies and friends, and as soon as he found out that she was not only alive but afraid to come home to him for all those years... he forgave her. He evolved beyond his original archetype of "powerful man warrior" and just wanted to be a husband again. And then ofc there's the scene that comes AfterTM.

And that's essentially why I never ship m/w shit. I don't necessarily love drama, which is why I don't care for movies or shows or books about intricate love triangles/rectangles/what-have-you if it's just boys chasing after girls who are chasing after other boys.

Maybe it's because I'm aroace and I don't experience attraction the way most other people do, but I need tragedy alongside my romances. I need the emotional turmoil turned up to eleven and will not be satisfied with anything less. And this goes for pretty much every ship I like, het or otherwise.

This is also why I don't really read or write fluff or hurt/comfort fics even if the ship is mlm or wlw or queer in some other capacity. I used to love those as a teen but as an adult, they just don't do much for me anymore. No shade or shame in liking them if you do, but I just need some crazy bad pining/mourning/antagonizing & maybe even an ambiguous ending in all my ships to make them palatable.

Which is why I like Odypen! For all of Epic, Odysseus is constantly aching for his wife & remains super in love with her no matter what he goes through. That alone wouldn't really separate him from a ton of other generic het ships, but it's the fact that Epic explores the depths he's willing to fall to in order to go home to her that makes it interesting to me.

And the fact that it's reciprocal is just the cherry on top. For so much of Epic, Penelope kind of gets the "dead wife" treatment where she's more so a figment haunting the narrative than an actual character, which is a little lame ngl. But once we do finally get to meet her, she's as clever and mean as her hubby is, and that fucking rocks.

Since you've seen my bluesky account you might've already seen this thread I posted a while ago, so I'm just gonna paraphrase what I said for the folks on tumblr:

I think it's so funny how Penelope says "Whoever can string my husband's old bow" and not "Whoever can string my old husband's bow".

In that moment, the suitors (and by extension the audience) kind of glaze over the fact that Penelope is referring to the bow as old, with the implication it's been neglected or discarded all this time, but she doesn't call Odysseus old. She makes the choice to not call Odysseus her "old husband", which is what she probably would've said if she actually wanted to marry one of the suitors.

She (subtly) told those 108 bitches to their faces that no, she's not actually moving on from Ody and they can all fuck themselves. She's not giving up the hope that her real husband is still alive and out there and coming home, so all these stupid suitors can start wasting their time on an impossible challenge.

And that's awesome. That intense mutual devotion to each other is also common in tons of other het ships, but the fact is that after so much time, turmoil, and suffering, they both don't want to give in. It honestly entertains me way more than Percabeth, a couple who literally went through hell together twice, precisely because Percabeth suffered together.

Odypen had to face their own unique trials and tribulations alone for 20 years, with each having the opportunity to easily disregard their marriage and marry someone new but choosing not to.

Not to say that Percabeth isn't interesting, sure they are. But they're just not for me. Their path to getting together is too linear and their love is too untested for my taste.

Which is also probs why I almost exclusively like queer ships. Queer couples/people irl face a ton of tragic bullshit and so do gay ships because those fics are often written by queer authors looking for an outlet for their frustrations. Just look at all the ways omegaverse dissects gender roles and expectations in stories about boys getting pregnant.

TLDR: I like Odypen more than most other het ships because they're tragic af but infused with that delicious sense of unbeatable human willpower. I also dislike most het ships because they're almost never tragic enough for me to be assed to care about them. Bc the thing about tragedy isn't that it's just sad, it's that there's usually very high stakes to be lost if they fail, and that's exciting to me.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyyy. Just had a thought about what would tan would be like on reader's birthday but they aren't together. So readeranf the twins are friends so what kind of stuff would they get her. Feel like tan would get something really meaningful and sweet that is something that he must really listen to what reader says in general to know. And when he gives her it he's reaally awkward and a blushing mess cyz he's worried she won't like it and he's saying stuff like'you can return it if u don't like it' 'its a stupid gift so u probably won't like it'. Love ur stuff recently :))

my baby hi!! sorry this has taken me longer to reply to than I usually would. been a little busy last couple days!! I got a little carried away and I couldn’t stop coming up with things😭💌

TAN GIVING READER BIRTHDAY GIFTS.

but

this guy is so thoughtful that no one can tell me otherwise!! he's a good listener, especially when you think he's not paying attention AND he's got cash to flunk which helps aid his gift-giving abilities so so so...

he's a bit of a snooper, so if he sees a tab open on your laptop or computer and it's a shopping website, he'd quickly click on it and take a picture so that he can remember what it is. maybe he deletes the items from your cart so you can't buy them for yourself

if you and the twins are shopping, and tan sees you eye up something, he'd make a note to pick it up (he's come back in a few hours or next day)

it depends on what things you like - ie flashy designer gifts or gifts for things you need/ can't buy. but he doesn't want to disappoint you so he'd get you something within that category (in that safe sweet spot)

maybe he mistakes things, so if he thinks you like a certain candle scent, he'd get it for you in air freshener form, not knowing that you know there's a difference in the smells (hence why you've never bought it for yourself) so he thinks he's being sweet (he is) but you don't really like the smell, but he's so thoughtful that you say you love the scent name (that makes sense right?)

he goes overboard and definitely puts lem's gifts to shame (even though he got you perfect gifts (I feel like lem just knows what you want and like, and the presents have funny inside jokes))

he tries hard to find the balance between a friendly and romantic gift - not wanting to overstep that line 

maybe your washing machine broke? so he buys you a new one, but a model better than your one before. maybe you mention how your floor seems empty? so he buys you a rug to match your space (would probs ask lem for advice) maybe you mention how you're running low on a lip gloss you like? but he doesn't know the shade name, so he gets you all the shades in that brand/ line so you can pick and choose when you want (it's your go-to one and you have it out often, hence why he knows the brand - he can read the logo) clear, pinks, purples, reds, browns, oranges - he'd get them all 

maybe you mention how you want to liven up your bedroom to match the season? so he buys you new bedding with colours to match your room (again, he asks lem to help) maybe you had your eye on a pair of shoes or boots but they're way out of your price range? guess what? he's had them boxed up and in his wardrobe the whole time (ready to give you on your bday) maybe there's a foreign snack you like but it's near impossible to find? so you bet when he's away for work he hunts around the shops to see if he can find any. ALSO!!!!! if he can, he'd buy loads, like I mean loads and pay to mail them back home so he can give it to you for your bday (dying)

and when it comes to actually giving them to you, he's all nervy and anxious bc he doesn't want you to hate them, so he puts it out there that he's uncertain about what he got you (even though he knows he did a good job) ALSO he really really values your opinion!!! so he says things like "I got the receipt at home if you don't like it" "that one's stupid. I thought it was alright in the shop, but I dunno" "you're hard to buy for (lie) I'll get you better stuff at christmas (or whatever it is you do or don't celebrate)" “I won’t be offended if you swap it” (or return/ refund)

and the reason you have a slight scowl is not bc of the gifts, but bc of what he's saying. like they're PERFECT gifts and he's saying that they're not 

so you're like "how did you even know I wanted that?" and he says how he has his sources yadayada

he's such a cutie pie <3

[s12-kittie]

The conflict between witches and fairies (Headcannon)

1. How it started

So, at first it's just pure evolution stuff. Humans evolve from smth like a monkey on the planet to be named Magix in the future, nothing to see here. But the more time passes, the more interesting it gets, because it turns out that these weird human creatures (females mostly, bc magical energy of males goes mostly into additional strength) are capable of either light or dark magic, depending of what emotions they're genetically most likely to express. It's like people are born either right- or left-habded; it's kind of genetical stuff, but you can learn to use your other hand as a leading one if you want, it's just stuff you do with it won't be as good as when you do it with your real leading hand.

But it's not some hand, it's emotions we're talking about. And this is where I'm going to stop for a few moments to explain the differece between positive and negative emotions, and you'll get why the things between the witches and fairies are like that

To begin with, it doesn't work like "joy is a positive emotion and anger is a negative one". It all depends on context. For example, if you feel joy about your friend passing an exam, it's a positive emotion. But if you feel joy while seeing someone bleeding on the floor bc you just stabbed them, then it's negative. Also, if you're angry about someone being unfairly treated, the anger is giving a positive outcome. If you're angry about, say, someone being better than you, the outcome is negative. And yeah, to get a positive outcome you mostly should want smth for someone else, not yourself, otherwise, the outcome is most likely to be negative. Btw, this is part of why you sacrifice yourself to get an Enchantix. And one more thing. The stronger the emotion is, the more powerful outcome you get.

So, as you see, it already leads to the differences between witches and fairies. As time passes, a really long time, the emotions both groups tend to express become basic for them. This leads to forming two different mentalities. Like, witches have less moral standarts, they're more selfish and they'd rather do smth alone than together with someone else (but I'm talking about an average witch, ofc every rule has an exception).

To make it more clear,

Here are 50 shades of grey.

And here're the ranges for a witch and a fairy. Ofc I believe the're individuals who don't fit in this scheme (like, a morally black fairy), but those are super rare cases bc their magic simply won't work well.

Okay, I think you get the picure now XD To sum up one more time, witches and fairies are mentally different.

This difference led to misunderstanding and this is how the confict began. You know, people, especially in ancient/medieval times tend to think that they're the best, and the people who's not like them are wrong. So yeah, we get a conflict, which sometimes turns into a war.

2. How it's going

Now both witches and fairies try to get separated from each other, bc the one of those very few things they have in common is being sick and tired of wars.

As technology developed, two social groups started exploring and populating other planets separately, this is why most of their population are either witches or fairies, so the laws on them are beneficial only to the most represented social group (like, fairies have more rights than witches, if the planed is mostly populated by fairies)

Magix, which is almost equally populated with fairies and witches, is a different story. First governments represented interests of one of these groups, ingnoring the otger one, which led to rebellions and revolutions. Like, one mayor supported fairies, witches didn't like it, so they killed him and elected a new one who supported their interests and who is soon to be banished from Magix by fairies and we finished where we started. It influenced infrostructure of Magix a lot, since witches or fairies (depends on a period of history) were forced out into the suburbs, and now the whole city is a mixture of fairy and witch neighbourhoods. Stuff like that went on and on until some time before the present day (which is the beginning of the book, when the government (you won't believe it guys) decided to treat fairies and witches equally. Is it a good start? Yes, but here's the thing: fairies and witches are not the same. Like, an average witch is more likely to commit a crime than an average fairy (you remember about lower moral standards, right??). So, it would be great to, say, double security in the witch neighbourhoods. But is it an equal treating? Nope. Anyway, the present mayor is relying on his ideals more than on the statistics. (I'm not saying this is a terrible decision, maybe it'll work, who knows).

And ofc the separation of witches and fairies impacts social life in many ways. Like, from the businessman's POV, witches and fairies are two different target audiences, so there're unique clothes shops, cafés/bars, social media (more about social media in here) and stuff like that for each of them (I believe the only shops both social groups attend are tech shops and supermarkets, but still they're not likely to go to the very same shop, since there's commonly one supermarket/tech shop per neighbourhood). The staff that works there is (obviously) from the same social group as the target audience. Btw, some facts: the quality of goods is better in fairy shops, and the staff is treated better, bc of the mentality stuff I already explained :)

And about the society itself... Well, fairies are still treated better. If both fairy and witch apply for a job and the employer doesn't have anything against any of the social groups, the fairy is more likely to get this job, bc a whitch is still more likely to bring trouble. Also, there're no witches in the government, bc, again, according to the statistics, the witches are more likely to do smth for their own benefit, and with the level of tesion between the social groups, who knows what consequences it can lead to. But most of the jobs are taken be fairies and witchs almost equally. Reason? At least half of the fairy/witch neighbourhoods have their own primary/secondary schools, hospitals, shops, etc. and ofc mostly fairies/witches are working there, so the situation is not that bad.

3. How it may be in the future

It was the Trix who showed the danger of this conflict, and both fairies and witches agreed that the tension has to be reduced. So, the government established a project, mostly targeted on kids, teenagers and young adults (as they're more likely to be influenced). The project includes:

• merged classes of colledge and school students

• uniforms for all primary schools, secondary schools and colleges (more about it in here)

• exchange programs between witch and fairy colleges.

• reserved vacancies for representatives of a different social group in schools, hospitals, shops, etc.

• common events (like festvals)

The program is about to start in book 3 or 4 of my fic, so it's not possible to say whether it'll work or not. Now it's meeting resistance of the teenagers and young adults, but maybe it'll work in the very near future...

[inchidentally]

that person has me blocked so I'm guessing I shouldn't link to the post but I got the picture from it (I tried finding the original source but just got a dead link to pinterest)

but god yes I would love to talk about Oscar's beautiful face, holy shit

I did a very small amount of research and apparently the primary region of Italy that's produced Piastris is Tuscany - which was also why I have my vampire AU of Fernando discovering Oscar as a youth in Renaissance era Florence and that's also where I have his family set for my F1 royalty AU.

and when you look up 'people from Tuscany' wowwww you can see how much Oscar's features come from there:

and like holy shit the expressions on Modigliani and Botticelli?? that is Oscar's proud little lift of the head and cool appraising eyes !!

idk the other people but they're the ones closest in particular to Oscar's features with the almost heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, soft and sleepy looking almond eyes, a high nose bridge that ends in a soft round tip. and apparently gorgeous hair is pretty common in Tuscany wowwwww.

but I think apart from the soft romantic looking eyes my favorite features - especially for his profile - are those straight brows on a very low brow ridge which tbh make the unwavering stare even more unnerving bc his eyes aren't hooded or shaded at all and the light always catches his eyes

and the little flat cursive 'm' of his mouth with lips that are actually pretty plush and sit in a pout when he isn't speaking

which actually also adds to his look being kind of unnerving because his lips don't thin out at all when he smiles they just stretch wider and look so pretty. the only time his face is disarmed is when he does a full body laugh (Lando gets that out of him a lot as we know). otherwise his expression settles back into that eerily beautiful look that apparently is very traditionally Tuscan.

so going back to that first image it's why I love the way softness and sweetness is in his nose and his pretty mouth but then it's set in this very fine but well-defined bone structure and then those intense eyes and straight eyebrows. it's why vampire Oscar works so well to me bc he has that seductive stare but his face is so pretty that you think he can't possibly be dangerous!

that's when he gets his sharp top and bottom biters into you

[kurosagileo]

based on the hc that Leo probably has more sensitive hearing I wonder if he ever gets migraines and this totally isn't bc I had one the other day but like

sho cooking him food with more muted scents and flavors bc even though he complains its not spicy enough, certain strong scents might make it worse and they both know that. also, if a migraine is bad enough it'll make him nauseous and so he needs something simple to calm his stomach and No, Leo, I didn't bring your killer sauce, you don't need it. (also fun fact from affinity 8 stuff, sho doesn't wear any kind of perfume/cologne because it might mess with his food) sho also makes sure he's caught up on anything interesting going on on campus or any trends that might have started in the time Leo's been unable to look at his phone. he also keeps Leo's phone in his pocket because otherwise Leo will go right to it because he's bored, even though that won't help with the migraine

leo can't even properly enjoy a bath because he can't use his favorite bath bomb unless he wants another full day of pain and suffering. (he does still have a good hour plus long bath just without a bath bomb which once he can stand to look at his phone again, Everyone will hear about how that's unacceptable)

usually he's got his shades closed during the day anyway because he goes to sleep at like 7am, but he's got that plus a weighted eye mask and his noise canceling headphones

if it lasts multiple days long, Alan might check up on him. sure it's nice not to have a meddling first year but where is the meddling first year anyway, yknow? so he goes to Leo's room to check on him and after being given extremely specific shower instructions - Leo is Absolutely Not risking getting any grease from the garage in his bed thank you very much - he goes back to Leo's room (when he'd offered to help out, he literally only got the shower instructions before the door was closed in his face so he doesn't even know what's gonna be expected of him) where Leo sits him down on his couch with instructions to not say a single word either in the moment or after about it. and uses his lap as a pillow, just listening to the steady sound of him breathing and his heartbeat. and as it turns out - with prompting - Alan is good at giving temple massages

[offorestsongs]

flirting tactics

oc x canon (Rook Hunt x Lysander)

Lysander tries to flirt. It backfires.

a/n: a lil ficlet bc i thought of the idea and i couldn't rest until i got it out of my system djfjdfj

“You know,” Lysander suddenly said, big eyed and innocent and totally without a plan. His heart raced so hard, he could feel it in his throat. “Your hands are so much bigger than mine. It's rather funny.”

It was, Lysander was well aware, extremely stupid. But well. He had always considered himself to be a rational, down-to-earth person. Somebody who preferred to keep his head above the clouds. He couldn't afford being anything else. Except for now, when his stupid, hopeless heart decided to develop feelings for a boy. That did bad things to his brain. Suddenly he wanted to be stupid.

And if anything, it was Cater who was to blame. It was him who told Lysander that "guys are totes into that".

Lysander held out his hand. “See?”

Rook glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “How curious indeed, Monsieur Fleur.”

Lysander was slowly starting to learn how to read his companion’s expressions, but even without that knowledge, the glimmer in Rook’s eyes would've given him a bad feeling.

With a smile, Rook put his hand to Lysander’s; how awful, Lysander briefly thought, that their skin was separated by layers of gloves. Then, without any warning, Rook interlaced their fingers.

To say Lysander’s heart skipped a beat would be to say nothing. Twenty beats, maybe. His cheeks instantly turned a vivid shade of red — sometimes he hated how easily he blushed.

“What a charming little trick, my dear,” Rook said, bringing their still interlocked fingers to his lips.

Lysander changed his mind. He was very glad he was wearing gloves. His heart would've stopped otherwise.

“Your fingers are delicate but steady. From needlework, I suppose?”

Lysander nodded, uncertain.

“Ah. See, that is a great quality for an ancher. Maybe I should teach you one day?”

The image of Rook teaching him how to handle a bow and an arrow flashed in Lysander's mind. He could imagine it almost too well; Rook standing behind him, gently guiding his moves and offering instructions. Just the thought of it made Lysander’s mouth dry.

“I- I don't think I would be good at it. I don't think I'm strong enough.”

“But nonsense.” Once again Rook brought Lysander’s knuckles to his lips. Just a quick brush, barely anything at all, but it still made Lysander’s head spin. “I have seen you tend to your gardens. Doesn't that require strength too?”

“I suppose.”

He took his hand from Rook's grasp, held it to his chest. His heart was still thrashing in his ribcage.

Rook beamed at him. “Then it is a date!”

Huh?

[oceanwrath]

OH! i was peeking back since i'd been away from tumblr for a hot second and i saw that ask from march.

i am intrigued by the change for corosa, and i'm very curious what else has changed among the cycle of shades cast in the last few years 👀 (if you're up to sharing)

OMG hi..... thanks for opening the gates on oceanwrath oc hours :3 I've probably changed pretty much everything from how the story was back then bc I'm eternally indecisive on what to do with this story but I am feeling good about the current iteration!

IT'S A MURDER MYSTERY NOW (?)

Corosa's a woman now but otherwise the same stonefaced bastard she's always been. A few years back a massive civilization-ending grade flood destroyed the northern coast and swept her home city away, leaving no known survivors until Corosa and her crew suddenly appear in farway inland Kharta  

Corosa herself is a widowed ex-mariner turned mercenary fisherman leading a band of insane freaks fishermen. Her party consists of Satero (last of Ankhar's berserkers, also an artist which is what he prefers leading with. and a fisherman), Retha (ex-priestess of an apocalyptic cult proven right. also a fisherman), Catsovi (Retha's extremely off-putting bodyguard, also ex-cult, also fisherman), and a Khartan guy I haven't named yet LOL but he was driven out of Kharta years back for his violent unpleasant manner (and for being too good at. fishing). They are all Fucked Up in some ominous manner that none of them will speak of really good at fishing.

They're looking for a contact of theirs named Khista, a contentiously beloved saint of a contentiously revered sect. He's particularly contentious right now because he's been calling for a full break from / challenging the legitimacy of the major city temples. He is also mega dead. He has recently suffered a terminal case of murder. He suffers it the morning of Corosa arriving in town

Khista's teenage son Komini arrives shortly afterwards to head up the investigation of his father's murder. Komini is a just and fair-minded young man who is going to carry out a full proper investigation and gather the facts, but even he is pretty certain that Suspect Number One is Bariyan, Komini's estranged uncle and Khista's extra-estranged younger brother. This is on account of two things:

A decade back Bariyan attempted a ritual of ascension, which was both very ambitious and 100% forbidden. The rite failed, ended in grievous bodily harm to Bariyan and the disappearance/presumed death of his accomplice Masarak. As soon as Bariyan woke up and had his injuries stabilized, Khista viciously disowned and excommunicated him from their family + faith in one fell swoop

Also ever since then Kharta has been increasingly haunted by horrible eldritch creepy-crawlies. Everyone blames Bariyan for that too. Including himself lol

Bariyan remains a free man for now but is effectively in hiding while he figures out how to unfuck his life and atone for his mistakes. He's shacked up with a bunch of priests who have been voted Kharta's Number One Shadiest Temple 30 Years Running and are totally not a front for a criminal syndicate

This includes Mukhari (shadyass doctor whose older brother was part of Corosa's crew before he up and vanished the same way he also up and vanished from Mukhari's childhood. hi ghost. bye ghost), Mukhari's cousin Samin (even more shadyass doctor), Soothe (the evilest little street urchin they could find), and their leader, Sahikar (another guy with major beef against Khista. He was also once part of Khista/Bariyan/Komini's sect but voluntarily left. I don't know what he looks like yet)

Finally the last guy who shows up is Our Boy Masarak, Bariyan's best friend and accomplice in his failed ascension who has been presumed dead this whole time. Sike he's alive and apparently just didn't bother to come home or like, tell anyone until now. When asked where he's been he's just like "[vague handwave] around"

But now that Bariyan's the center of increasingly hostile sentiment he's returned home to kick the shit out of anyone who gets too close to his boyfriend bff. Also Bariyan is going to kick the shit out of him for just letting everyone think he's been dead for ten years

So the question now is who among all these guys killed Khista and why was it 100% definitely totally Bariyan he did it he totally did it bye

[ozwuv]

I'm very intrigued by your use of light, how you conceptualise it, how you choose the mood, and how you adjust it to make it work in the way you want. I don't really know how to ask or what I am asking in specific haha But I love your use of light and it always calls my attention whenever you do something with it, it's usually very interesting and adds a lot to the move of the pieces, fixing them in a context beyond the piece itself that adds so much. I wonder how you come up with it, both conceptual and technical process.

Thank you so much!! I'm not too confident in coloring to be honest, my process changes every time I do it bc I'm still in a constantly experimental phase with it lol, means a lot to hear that!

To be totally honest I have a set palette I use when doing base colors and the rest is just layer modes and gradient maps. I also don't do much conceptualizing, I just kinda make it up as I do... sometimes I have a vague idea in mind, like wanting something to have really dull, solemn colors. Other times I like to just throw a bunch of clashing colors together on purpose for more chaotic drawings and it usually makes it more chaotic in a way I think is fun.

But yeah, to boil it down I set flats down with preset colors, throw on a monochrome multiply layer with just one or two colors I want to be the focus as a gradient. Sometimes another multiply layer with shading, but I've been too lazy to do most of that so I usually check out after hair and faces (which I generally start with)... and then I'll flatten everything, duplicate the layer and throw a gradient maps on (sometimes multiple) with varying layers of opacity. Sometimes I'll erase bits of these layers to give things kind of bursts of contrasting colors... examples if it helps

This is a super haphazard response but so is my coloring process, idk if this helps much... I am truly always throwing spaghetti at the wall and most of the time it sticks hahaha. I don't color that often bc it is usually what frustrates me when I'm drawing. I've said this before, but once I get frustrated with something I know that means I need to wrap it up, so I wind up with a lot of B&W sketches. Which is fine. :] (my recent stuff is a fluke, I do not color or detail stuff like this historically lol)

In short: if nobody got me I know gradient maps got me

ETA: OH ALSO blurring the hell out of stuff that is further in the distance or otherwise not the focus of the drawing is my cheap trick to create depth. most of the time i forget to do this but it makes me like things more lol