#d6 (oc)

[canonkiller]

Orm looms over her shoulder. "The gods took your weapons and gave you children."

She goes as rigid as the resting city.

Orm's clover-shaped face folds with a clatter, shuttering; the warforged is laughing. "I steal the words from Maes. Credit your surprise to them, not I."

"You are not children," Valka answers eventually. "When the warforged woke, they - you - understood violence. You understood that you were being used."

"Did we?" Orm asks. "Would children?"

some less polished warforged, D6 and Orm. these guys weren't gonna come up for a long while, in a self-governing, physically walking warforged settlement named Wanderstrand - a lifestyle only possible, with the destruction after the war, when your main population doesn't require any food or water from the land it visits.

[nocasdatsgay]

The Rite of Spring: a spring time affairs fic

Day 6 @polyacotarweek Celebrations

Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain | Rating: E | Word Count 3883

Masterlist | Poly Week Masterpost| Read here on A03

Warnings: Smut… ritual sex.

Summary: A Calanmai fic. Tamlin and Flora complete the rite, going to find their loves once it is done and the next day help with cleaning up the festivities.

AN: I didn’t proofread this. I also didn’t cut out the bad smut like I said I was LOL

Tagging: @saltedcoffeescotch @ysmtttty

Flora entered her chambers late in the afternoon, covered in dirt and sweat from planting. She should have been in her rooms after the massive dinner party hours before. But stubborn as ever, she went straight to her garden to plant a few more strawberry plants in the first row she designated for her experiments. Her husband was already there in their rooms, being painted by Lucien. Tamlin’s arms were covered and dry, Lucien was working on his torso. 

“About time you showed up,” Lucien paused, eye clicking away as he looked her over quickly. “Where have you been?”

“Planting, I told you both that this morning.” Flora was already undoing the buttons of her shirt to prepare for a bath. “Where’s Elain?” 

At that Lucien chuckled and went back to painting Tamlin’s back. “Following behind Baxton to make sure people listen to him.” 

Flora nodded. Baxton was the youngest advisor they’ve had in centuries, being only 57 years old. He was kind and smart. The four of them trusted him fully but courtiers had a hard time taking him seriously due to his age. Elain and Flora both made an effort to be in earshot during events like this. Just in case. 

“Go bath love,” Tamlin said softly. “It’s almost nightfall.” 

Flora did just that, leaving behind a trail of clothes to the bathing chambers. She always managed to get so filthy when planting no matter how hard she tried not to. Once she was clean, she came out wrapped in a towel. Tamlin was sitting on a stool letting the paint dry and Lucien was putting the paints away. 

“Where is my dress? I didn’t see it in the armoire.” 

“Pity,” Lucien replied. “You’ll just have to go naked. I have extra paint.”

Flora made a face as he grinned at her. She looked to her husband.

“It’s on the bed, Flora.” 

She looked back and she did indeed walk right past it. 

“Sorry,” was all she could say as she went to the side of the bed where it laid. 

They used the same dress each year- Tamlin had a spell put on it to keep it from tearing. A miracle really with those claws of his. White satin gown with lace sleeves and a heart shaped corset bodice with a skirt that flowed outward at the hips. As soon as she dropped the towel and slipped it on, Elain came through the door. 

“Everything is ready,” she stood on her toes to kiss her mate then walked over to Tamlin to do the same. “Baxton will have the fires lit soon.” 

Flora glanced at the window. Night was indeed approaching. She listened and could hear the drumming faintly. Immediately her nerves spiked. Elain must have sensed it; she came over to her and brushed her hands lovingly through loose strands. 

“You look lovely,” she whispered. 

“So do you.” And gods did she ever. Her sage cotton dress matched Lucien’s vest. 

“You’ll do fine,” Elain pressed a soft kiss to her lips and pulled back. “You always do.” 

Flora could only nod, swallowing her worries down. She could feel Tamlin watching her. She schooled her features and smiled. 

“I’m ready when you are.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Rite always made her nervous. She knew what she was getting into when she married the High Lord of Spring. The magic chose; not him. Even if he swore he would always choose her. There was always that doubt in her mind. She always thought back to before- before when she would wait with all the other females and he would never choose her. 

It didn’t bother her then. She was just a Spring nobody. 

But now she was his wife. 

The same thoughts that plagued her every single time over the last decade came rushing into her mind with a vengeance. What if he chose a female from the crowd? What if he chose Elain? She looked over to see her two loves standing side by side, Lucien’s hand in Elain’s as they waited. Elain being chosen would be fine. If it had to be anyone else, it would be her. 

Flora turned her attention ahead to the clearing. The glittering ghost white stag wandered in ahead. Tamlin pulled his bow and Flora inhaled sharply, holding her breath. The arrow struck true, the stag bursting into a thousand pieces, each glittering one halting in the air and then flying right into Tamlin. When he dropped the bow and arrows, he was no longer himself. He turned, green eyes glowing in the dark. And they were staring at her. 

Then the magic, invisible for the maiden, took hold of her. She could feel it crawl up from the ground, on her legs, torso, and finally wash over her head. She was no longer herself either. Her vision went hazy, only focused on Tamlin who was walking towards her. She froze in place as he approached, unable to move even if she wanted to. Then he picked her up, his arms under her legs and across her back to hold her close and carried her into the cave. 

Her heart beat in time with the drums. They echoed heavily against the cave walls as well. Before, fae would be in the caves watching- engaging. Tamlin changed the rules when they married. It was just them in the massive cave, the plants on the walls glowing and casting a green glow within the room. 

In the middle was the white smooth stone, ancient like the cave itself. A long time ago, they said the maiden was slain on that stone. The sacrifice being her life instead of her maidenhood. Even that was a thing of the past now. The stone wasn’t cold when she laid on it. Mere contact with it had her arching up and squeezing her thighs together. 

She sat up and stared at her husband. His eyes glowed the plants- the shadows from them giving him a menacing look about him. She watched him rip off his pants. His claws out and proud, making her breath quicken. Her legs fell open as he crawled onto the stone and his claws scraped the surface. 

The paint all over his body, even past what she walked in on earlier, was spelled to not move until the magic came. Now it was smearing as he crawled over her. The dress bunched at her thighs from when she spread her legs open was now being pushed up by a clawed hand. It was off in moments, her helping him pull it up and over her head. 

Both of them now nude, the drums seem to be going faster in her mind. They demanded he take her and her hands were on him, trying to pull her to him. But Tamlin could be cruel even with the magic. He held himself back, dragging a crawl gently down her chest along the valley between her breasts. 

Flora’s whimper echoed through the cave. “Please,” she whispered.

Her body was getting too warm, the magic too demanding. She rolled her hips and his eyes flashed in the dark. One of his hands planted by his head, another gripped her hip to pin her down. She could feel those claws digging into her flesh and her whimper came a moan. 

Tamlin muttered in an ancient language, one coming from the magic. Flora answered in the same language. She didn’t know what was said, only it felt like the magic was talking to itself. Like two lost lovers reunited for a short time. 

Then he leaned in and kissed her. 

Heat washed over her and her hand went into his hair. The other wrapped around his back, smearing paint as she tried to hold him closer. His hips pressed against hers. She spread her legs wider, letting him settle between them so he could rut his length against her. He stilled long enough to reach down and line himself to her. 

Her back arched when he pushed into her, magic humming loudly and the drums beating louder. The glow of the walls pulsed in time with his thrusts and all Flora could do was hold onto him tight. That ancient language fell from her lips again, chanting; begging. His horns grew from his head and her hand brushed against them. 

Each stroke inside her had her singing. Her moans and his grunts echoed against the walls, nearly drowned out by the drums. She could feel herself peaking, and she shouted words she didn’t know. Tamlin replied back in kind, and she shattered. They fell apart at the same time, the magic exploding out from them shaking the earth below them. Glowing flowers bloomed, lighting up the cave. 

Flora came back to herself, panting. She watched Tamlin’s horns retract as he caught his breath, eyes no longer glowing. The Rite was complete. Though magic lingered in her the first wave always made her so tired. 

“Let's go home,” she whispered, her voice her own again. 

He didn’t reply. He kissed her cheek and moved off of her. The residual magic wouldn’t surge for a couple of minutes. Which meant she didn’t have the energy to move. Tamlin knew, he always did. He helped her sit up and wrapped her stained dress around her body. She sighed when he picked her up, holding her close to his warm body. She tucked herself in against him and rested as he carried her out of the cave and to the room their loves would be waiting in for them. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Tamlin carried his wife out of the cave, wrapped in her dress. He ignored those engaging in their own depravity thanks to the magic. The power, albeit lessened, was still humming in his veins and making him itch. He winnowed to the manor and into the hall where he knew he’d find Lucien and Elain. It was always the same room; even before Flora, before Elain, even before Amarantha. The sacred bedroom Lucien jokingly called it. 

Flora stirred in his arms and did not question where they were going. She only motioned to be put down when they reached the door. There were lewd noises coming from within, making her smirk at him as he opened the door. The full moon cast a glow on the bed, illuminating Elain where she straddled Lucien. Lucien glowed but his glow was from within, brightening the rest of the dark room. Elain stilled and looked back at them. 

“Don’t mind us,” Flora dropped the dress around her, letting it fall to the floor. “We can watch.”

Elain grinned but didn’t speak, moving off her mate who cursed as his cock slipped out of her. She crawled up the bed, staring at Flora, sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed with her arms pushing out her breasts. Tamlin turned away from them, as Flora went up to kiss her. He was staring at Lucien. 

His claws came out while he watched Lucien scoot up the bed to lean on the headboard. His glow lessened but his hardness had not gone away, curling up against his stomach while he stared back at Tamlin. Lucien watched Tamlin shuck off his pants, Lucien stroking himself idly as Tamlin crawled over him. 

Unlike Flora, Tamlin was rough, grabbing Lucien’s hair with his clawed hand and pulling him against his lips. Lucien groaned while Tamlin kissed and bit his lips. Residual magic surged him. He needed Lucien right then. He pulled back slightly, still holding Lucien by the hair. 

“Did your mate prep you?” He asked in a whisper, his breath dancing along Lucien’s mouth. 

A breathy moan behind them, Elain, replied for him. “Yes, Tam.”  

Tamlin grinned and leaned in, tilting his head to lick his tongue up Lucien’s neck. His legs fell open and Tamlin moved between them. Lucien reached down to stroke Tamlin, oil coating his length. Tamlin had to resist the urge to bit him, instead bringing his mouth back up to Lucien’s and he let Lucien guide him in. Tamlin could have collapsed onto him from the way his body relaxed as he pushed in up to the hilt. 

He let Lucien adjust but only for a moment. The magic in him surged with a vengeance and he started thrusting into him. Tamlin’s claws came out; he dug them into the duvet below them and held himself up. The slap of his hips against Lucien’s and the moans he was making drowned out any noises from his wife and Elain. Lucien reached between them to stroke himself. This time Tamlin did bite his neck; he sank his teeth in as he came, Lucien falling behind him with a loud groan. 

They caught their breath and they could hear their wives’ pretty moans behind them. Tamlin kissed the bite mark on Lucien; a small apology even though he knew the male loved it. He moved off Lucien and a moment later, Elain was on him. Her hair had been pulled out of it’s braid- by Flora no doubt. Her scent of Jasmine was covered with the honey scent of Flora. He grew hard again from just the smell of them together. She gave him a soft kiss and he groaned, tasting Flora on her as well. He pulled at her hips Elain took that as a signal to move up. 

She crawled over his face, balancing herself with the headboard. He stared up at the glistening wetness between her thighs before he wrapped his arms around them and pulled her down on top of him. His favorite thing about Elain was how quiet she could be until one got her in bed. Lucien had to soundproof all the bedrooms they shared because Elain was a screamer. Each suck and flick of his tongue had her singing, her voice inching higher the closer she got close to the edge. 

Tamlin heard his wife yell out. He chuckled while his lips sucked on Elain’s clit knowing Lucien used Elain’s pretty moans to his advantage. Flora was very susceptible to noise. Elain screamed too, pulling his hair as she came on his tongue. The second she relaxed, he flipped her over and crawled over her to settle between her legs. He slipped into her with ease and the magic underneath his skin calmed. Elain brushed her fingers into his hair looking up contently with her big doe eyes. He didn’t look to see what Lucien and Flora were doing. 

Elain finally wiggled her hips, impatiently. Tamlin was more gentle with her than he was with her mate. Partly because the magic wasn’t as intense anymore. He rocked into her and kept his mouth on her breasts to make her mewl under him. This pleasure was softer; the peak of it built slow in his spine, bubbling over with a burst of warmth that spread through him. Elain’s was softer too, a loud and content sigh as she came arching up against him. He kissed her softly before moving off her. 

The magic was almost out of all of them. He could feel it. He laid on his back and looked beside him. His beautiful wife straddled Lucien, chasing her pleasure. Tamlin reached between them, making eye contact with her as he rubbed his fingers against her. She came looking at him and he heard Lucien groan beside him following right behind her. They both stilled and caught their breath. 

“Tam,” he looked up at Lucien. He was still glowing, those Day Court powers still simmering under his skin. “One more, yeah?”

Tamlin only replied with a nod. 

An hour later and the four of them laid out on the large bed, spent and covered in sweat and fluids. Flora was asleep between him and Elain. Lucien had half his body draped over Elain while she ran her fingers through his hair over and over. Tamlin sat up for a moment, using his magic to dissipate most of the filth on all four of them. Dawn would come in a few hours and they could clean themselves then. Until then he was content to lay with his loves and rest. 

When Tamlin woke the next morning, it was bright daylight shining through the window and Lucien was the only one in bed with him. He knew Lucien was awake by his breathing. 

“Where are our wives?” Tamlin’s voice was rough, like the sound of tumbling stones. 

Lucien grumbled something in response. Tamlin sat up in the bed, a blanket falling away from him. He didn’t remember getting a blanket. Lucien was half covered by a throw blanket as well. The girls must have covered them sometime this morning. The morning after Calanmai was always slightly unpleasant. Not as much as it used to be, with three others to help run the magic out with. 

“We should get up and bathe. We’re filthy.” Tamlin nudged Lucien. 

“Gods Tam, alright.” He groaned as he sat up, squinting at Tamlin. “What time is it?”

“Near noon from the looks of it.” 

Lucien grunted in response. They both moved off the bed. Tamlin went to the bathing room and he could hear Lucien using magic to remove the bedding. They would wash and repair the bedding themselves later. There were just some things he wouldn’t subject his servants to, and the bedding after Calanmai was one of them. 

Tamlin ran the hot water and the two of them ended up sitting in the large bath longer than needed. Part of it was soaking helped the pleasant ache Tamlin had from last night. The other part was Lucien couldn’t keep his hands to himself and they had to rerun the bath. 

Once dressed, Tamlin pulled out two vials of a tonic he kept in the pocket realm for the day after Calanmai. He gave one to Lucien and downed his own in one swing. They both then set off to find food and see what work was needed to clean up after the celebrations. After lunch (he had been right about the time) they went to help with the clean up. 

It was only with the last few pyres left, that he left to find his wife. Of course she was in the gardens. He watched her from afar for a moment. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, pink ribbon tied into a bow on it. She was wearing trousers and a linen white tunic. Her face lit up when she spotted him, an action that never ceased to make his stomach flip on itself. She ran over to him. 

“Tam, you’re awake. Did you sleep okay? How do you feel?” She came up and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Is Lucien up as well?” 

“I’m better with a tonic in me. Lucien’s up and helping dismantle the pyres. I came to see what you were up to.” 

“Planting.” She pointed to the plot where she ran over from. 

“You still haven’t told me what you’re planting.” 

“Oh.”

Flora sometimes got in her own head, forgetting what she had and had not said allowed. A quirk Tamlin didn’t mind as long as she wasn’t holding in her feelings. Which she did often. 

She continued. “Well, I’m experimenting to see what the difference is between planting before the rite and after. If there is an extra boost in the magic from, well you know.” She flushed and Tamlin laughed loudly. “Stop it. It doesn’t matter, I’m planting- Tam stop laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry, Flora but,” he wiped at his eyes to remove the tears from laughing so hard. “Everyone in Prythian knows what we do in that cave.” 

She pouted at him and shot him a glare. “Since you’re just going to laugh at me I’ll go back to planting my strawberries.” She held her head high and walked away from him. “And you aren’t getting any when they’re ripe.” 

“Honey, I am sorry.” He couldn’t suppress his grin though he tried. 

He followed her over to her plants. She seemed to be less annoyed with him as she explained the first row was planted yesterday and the second row today. She showed off the next row, where she would plant again in three days and the last row which would be planted in a week. She had a wooden marker at the beginning of the rows labeling which was which. 

“If this row produces more fruit and or bigger fruit, we can have the farmers start planting the days before Calanmai.” She pointed to the first row. 

He nodded, watching her dig her hands into the earth. His wife was so intelligent. Never in all his centuries did he even think to test for this. There was always just the obvious: calanmai helped the crops and the magic of Spring. He never questioned the mechanics of it. 

“And if it doesn’t?” 

She looked up at him. “Well then they can just rest. As they deserve.” 

He nodded again and looked out around the bustling grounds where everyone was finishing up cleaning. 

“What do you plan to do now?”

“Probably go help Lainy unpack one of the dozen bags Lu seems to think is needed for a week-long conference.” 

Tamlin laughed. “Don’t you know at least two of those bags are mine? I always forget something.” 

“That was before we married, Tam. I packed your bags just fine.” Flora got off the ground and dusted off her pants. “And do not start with me, I wanted to do it.”

As if he could forget her shooing him away to take over. Instead he crossed his arms and asked her seriously, “Are you certain you don’t want to go?”

Flora rolled her eyes. “And miss the peace and quiet I’lll have with Elain? I’m going to pass so many laws while you’re away, you won’t have any work to do when you get back.” She smiled at him. “I’ll be fine.”

“I am just worried it will go longer than planned. They always do.” 

A treaty agreement in times of peace required all factions and courts to meet once every five years. It felt redundant but with the Humans involved, it was necessary. They scheduled for a week but more often than not it would go on for two or three. Autumn Court was the host this year. Tamlin was half convinced Eris planned it right after Calanmai on purpose.  

“I’m sure Lord Eris will allow you to wash your clothes. You can always pull the ‘we’re practically family’ card. Or have Lucien do it. He’s the favorite.” She grinned. 

Tamlin only hummed at that. He then remembered, “I have a few items to catch up on before I leave. I’ll be up late in my office.” Meaning she was not to worry and wait up for him tonight.

“You’ll still have breakfast with me before you go?” She asked, eyeing him with a pout. 

“You know I will,” he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you at dinner, if not before.”

”I love you,” she said softly. 

“I love you,” he replied back, kissing her again before heading off again to help with the final bit of clean up. 

[kald-dal-write]

Got carried away making moodboard for some of the Victors relevant to my fics, hope you like these I don’t make moodboards a lot 😭

[raintailed]

BIG ART DUMP of object ocs!!! including some very old ones and ones for objectified

Gumdrop (any pronouns)

Meteorite (it/its, null/nulls), based on the meteorites from Pixel Cat's End

Ice Cream (he/him)

D6 (she/her)

D8 (she/her), sister of D6

Bottlecap (he/him, she/her), based on a bottlecap i actually have

Meteorite but in Objectified

Meteorite go NYOOM!!!! Its preferred method of attack is tackling people

Gumdrop but in Objectified

Void Crystal (they/them), in Objectified. Uhhh i don't think that's an object

Moldy Bread (she/her), another Objectified blorbo. She's kinda moldy and that was an accident

Ghostie (they/them), who is just a sheet ghost :]

[bluekazenateartblog]

Morning doodle of Citra with her hair loose/not braided, it should be longer-ish but I like how it appears atm.

Art/Citra(c) @bluekazenateartblog @bluekazenatemain

[littlest-w01f]

Party

For @polyacotarweek

Poly Acotar Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: Celebrations

Summary: Rosalie, Eris and Rhysand having a party for their wedding ceremony joining Autumn and Night Court.

Cw: Little preps, proper ceremony, parting, night things reference ;)

Everything was peaceful, High and lesser Fae of both courts, Night and Autumn, gathered around a beautiful arch in Autumn court, today was a ceremony that would bind the courts in peace forever, not that there had been many reasons to not be peaceful since Beron has passed in battle.

Eris was High Lord and his first decree was that there would be a proper mating ceremony, between himself, Rosalie, and Rhysand, High Lord of Night Court.

A ceremony to unite courts, Night and Autumn together. So, Rosalie sat in her own giant room, a new adjustment that Eris had made, she was no longer a worker, but royal by relation, wearing an expensive gown,

Rosalie felt bautiful, and she loved it, perfect dress, makeup and hair, a slight nerves, natural, she thought, to be nervouon a big day. She and her mates had done the preparation for this ceremony together, she couldn't help but pray to the Mother that nothing would go wrong.

There was a knock on her door, she turned to face it, "Come in..." She allowed.

Eris walked in, one of her mate, the male she was supposed to see at the alter. "Hey, you aren't supposed to see me before everything." Rosalie squealed, standing up.

"It's bad luck, you know." She teased, smiling softly.

Eris chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "I don't care much, I feel luck anytime I see you."

"So romantic, Vanserra..." Rosalie grinned, curling into him, arms around his shoulders.

Eris hummed, "Keep saying my last name, it'll be yours soon enough. Do you think Rhys will take mine?"

Rosalie snorted softly, "Maybe not, but hey, maybe he'll tell us what he last name is." She shruged.

"Well, I won't," Rhysand spoke from the doorway, "I'm alright with just my name."

He walked next to her, wraping his arms around Rosalie to twirl her, then holding her close to him, "Hello, mate." He almost growled.

Rosalie blushed slightly at his tone, both her males looked at her with an identical look, a smirk and lust filling their eyes, "Everyone will know now... Should that make me nervous?"

"Darling fox, we promised you we will keep you safe..." Eris reminded her gently. "This will have some backlash, but nothing we can't handle."

Backlash, there had already been some, after Eris had been the one who became High Lord, his brothers had not liked that one bit, and they had made it known, talking loudly of how they were the deserving heir and that they should've been chosen as High Lord.

Things went downhill with the Autumn sons when Eris revealed their relationship to the world, while his mother greatly approved of their relationship, and had hoped he would've told her when they had first gotten together.

The males had felt offended, that someone who stooped so low as to be in a relationship with a lowly worker and the High Lord of another court was chosen to be High Lord instead of them that the second eldest had chosen to attack Rosalie while she was asleep.

Unfortunatly for him, Rhysand had been in bed with her, not thinking twice before breaking his mind, making him bleed out from his nose and mouth, dead in an instant, and Rosalie had only woken up by the stench of blood.

"I know you'll protect me..." Rosalie smiled, looking at the males she loved, eyes darting from Eris to Rhysand. "You've always kept me safe."

Eris nudged his shoulders with hers. "Anything for you princess, Anytime."

"Well you'll be Lady Night and Autumn by the end of today, darling" Rhysand spoke with a teasing grin, "No one will be stupid enough to go after you."

Lady Night, and Autumn, they had asked if she wanted to be High Lady, she'd liked the idea at first but then worry took over than she wouldn't be able to manage a thing, she hadn't grown up with the education that the males in front of her had, the thought had then started to make her feel inadequate, so she had settled for the more traditional title.

She loved them more than she cared about the title she would get by being with them at the end of the day, so she didn't really care which one she got, as long as she got to be with them.

"And after the ceremony is done..." Eris smiked, "We can celebrate the good old fashion way."

"To a tavern?" Rosalie smiled, looking between them.

Rhysand squeezed her waist lovingly, "Not as a secret anymore... We'd be out in the open, the three of us."

Rosalie brighted up at the thought, "Out in the open?"

"Together." Eris softened, gently kissing her jaw.

Rosalie smiled, melting into her males as Rhysand's wings held them together, the celebration felt well earned after everything they had been thought, the hiding, the hurt, the secret keeping. After Beron's fall, they deserved to be free.

The ceremony, thank the Mother went smoothly, the Priestess, Gwyn, blessed Eris as the new High Lord of Autumn, then held their formal mating ceremony.

The three were happy, Rhysand, Eris and Rsalie, cutting the cake, talking to a few nobles of both there courts that had attended their ceremony, it was the after party that attracted them, an homage to their old life, when they were more carefree, crazy party animals, going behind everyone's back, having fun.

For the first time, they hadn't snuck out, walking straight into the tavern, they had been in the middle of the dance floor, grown, more mature than the they had been while being heirs and a simple maid, now High Lords and lady of their courts.

They danced and drank their hearts out to the sensual music, touches all over, enjoying themselves, Rhysand's hands all over Rosalie and Eris' waist, moving them around as their hands explored all of their bodies.

Singing the lyrics loudly, enjoying the moment, the three of them, together, now forever.

It didn't matter how many times they had parties before, nothing beat this moment, of being so close, all grown up and matured, their thruple, centuries of hiding and protecting each other the best they could, the blasting tunes flow through their vines like magic through the rest of the night, and they stumbled back to their palace by night, drunken giggles all over.

Falling onto the bed, Rhysand misted their clothes as they melted into each other, thoroughly enjoying their mating night.

{General taglist- @nox-ceur @sonics-atelier @lilah-asteria @paleidiot}

{Eris taglist- @fxckmiup @amygdtjhddzvb @slut4acotar}

[imasradiantasthesun]

Ez’s Hunger Games aesthetics, part 8: Victors of the 60s (part 2 of 3)

Cashmere Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 63rd Games

Gloss Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 64th Games

Finnick Odair of District 4, Victor of the 65th Games

Crystal Michaels of District 1, Victor of the 66th Games

[redstringraven]

TMNT’s 40th anniversary ask game ~ May I ask for number 22) , 26) and 35) ? Lots of love <3

TuT!!!! THANK u, cherry. loves of love to you, too 💜✨

(please excuse that this ask is visually a bit more of a mess. i wrote too much again for tumblr to be chill with my usual formatting. why am i like this.)

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

22.) what is your favorite kind of pizza?

terrible news, everyone: i'm a pro-pineapple bitch. you may block and unfollow me now; i forgive you for being incorrect (/lh). i tend to be pescatarian if i can help it (i'm flexible due to money, and also i hate inconveniencing others especially if i'm a guest), so i prefer pizza without meats. i'm happy to eat any kind of veggie combination with the exception of banana peppers. never liked those for some reason. i also really like mushroom and eggs as pizza toppings. i'm kind of just an egg fiend in general; i love the taste of a well-made egg.

26.) what is one of your favorite pieces of TMNT fan art?

these things keep asking for one, but i'm gonna continue responding with however many i feel like. because it's not my dad. the scarf, by @hamsterandturtlesoup weakness is a sickness and a virtue, by @tatortart various candid illustrations by richard chen vis dev by kellan jett

35.) which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

...since we're both OC people, i'm gonna take this as an opportunity to gush about canon and OC relationships: two of my favorite brotps. because they're character relationships i adore writing with all my heart and soul.

mikey, gwyn & ash i mentioned previously that @plantdonutwrites (jenn) writes for mikey in our RPs, so i consulted her for mikey's perspective on this brot3. i will paraphrase her answer in this paragraph:

"all his life, mikey's been used to only having his bros as company; they're family in a way that puts the rest of us to shame. but as they grew older they met all sorts of people, some became an extension of that family. raph has casey or maybe angel when he wants to dip for a bit. don has leatherhead or the professor (bree, too), and leo has usagi even if he's not 'as regular' (and min-ji, too). his brothers have their separate circles of friends, but, against all odds, mikey doesn't seem to have that (at least not until cassia shoved her foot in the loneliness door). then he bonded with gwyn and ash... but then they left. he realized that it wasn't just that they didn't treat him like 'the annoying brother who tags along' but because they'd actually become friends, and they were friends who didn't humor him. they liked the comics he talked about, they love klunk, and they're interested in his art and ideas. it meant a lot to him to have that--to know what it was like--and when they weren't around, he really felt the difference. in an odd way they helped him become a more empathetic person, too."

it's harder to answer in ash's perspective because she has a lot less agency than gwyn and, because gwyn's paranoid/won't let ash out of her own hands much less her line of sight, ash doesn't get a lot of one-on-one time with mikey. she's interacted with him a LOT more than she's interacted with most people--which absofuckinglutely means something--but since she does consider herself 'dead' and is at peace with the possibility she'll be a literal shapeshifting weapon for the rest of her sentience, i think a lot of his meaning to her (right now) is very rooted in what he means for gwyn. THAT being said.

mikey is gwyn's first real friend. like. ever. in all the time she's been alive. very much in the same way that the brothers only had each other for most of their lives, gwyn only ever had ash. her community considered her a parasite and an omen, so she was essentially outcast. gwyn grew up feeling she wasn't wanted, had to earn any love she received, and when ash died and became trapped in the weapon, all that transpired and followed afterward re-enforced that. i haven't talked about darach a lot--deliberately--but know that he's a masterful manipulator in more ways than one. if ch'rell was brute force and intimidation, darach is more like the pot you put a frog in and slowly turn up the heat. you don't realize you're being boiled alive until it's too late. thanks to his influence, gwyn's been tricked, back-stabbed, cornered, and watched people suffer 'because of her' countless times. when i said she was paranoid, i wasn't really being hyperbolic. she has SEVERE trust issues. ...then came mikey. someone who, unknowingly, had already given them a taste of his character.

gwyn and ash had heard of mikey's rematch with kluh during their travels--that the match was made mortal, that mikey had not only won but had spared kluh's life when he had every reason not to. darach wouldn't approach someone like him, they figured. and as time passed, mikey continued to not just be open and kind with them, but again and again he's emphasized to gwyn that they just... CARE. to quote him "we don't keep you guys around for any benefits other than being able to know you". which, in so many ways, is unheard of for gwyn. she still struggles to believe him sometimes, but she trusts him. mikey is her first and best friend, he's someone she admires, and he's proven time and time again that ash isn't the only person capable of loving her, and that she's worthy of that love by just being herself. i had to spend a lot of this answer on exposition because OC, but... i earnestly can't emphasize enough how much mikey's come to mean to gwyn. he asked her not to leave again without them, and she promised she wouldn't. that promise to him has kept her from running away and isolating. even though she's terrified--for herself, for ash, for them--she trusts him. writing them makes me so happy. it's been such a delight to see their relationship evolve and the influences they've had on each other and their worldviews. i love this brot3 so goshdang much.

min-ji & raph min-ji belongs to jenn and, oh my god, i love her relationship with raph so, SO much. when we rp, jenn's obviously writing for min, and i write for raph.

again! consulted jenn! her answer paraphrased below:

"raph's pretty much the first assertive person in her life that had her back early on? her home life is complex; her family DOES love her but sometimes that love can veer controlling and toxic (responsibilities/obligations). raph was a type of personality she'd never been around before, and he cared about her well-being in a way that was unconditional. hanging out with him more helped her become more assertive and in touch with parts of herself she was forced to suppress to be more palatable to her family. she's found that being angry about something that happened to her, or something that was said to her, doesn't make her bad or a burden. raph doesn't expect her to shy away from her flaws or nuances. he lets her be a person."

as for raph's end, it's kind of hard to put into words. but i love that min-ji has become one of the very few people he will allow himself moments of vulnerability around. like. instead of it just happening, he makes the choice to let a wall or six down. they've created a mutual safe space between each other.

i think this has cultivated from a lot of things. min was much more timid when they met--raph even made a bit of a point, initially, to not interact with her so much because she was skittish and on-edge thanks to surrounding events. but through the events of our writing, he's watched her grow in self-confidence, be more open, and allow herself to 'take up' more space. she's also survived two major threats to her life, now, both of which have scarred her physically and emotionally, yet she persists and continues to extend kindness to people who, in his opinion, don't deserve it. but that's HER business (while he makes his feelings known, he stays out of it unless she signals him otherwise). she may not be a fighter in a literal sense, but he sees her as an equal. like, he's still protective of her in dangerous situations since she's not trained to fight--obviously--but... i dunno, i guess it's more like "i've been through shit; you've been through shit; if i say things look bad right now, you won't like it but you also won't give up". he doesn't feel a pull to coddle her if things are looking grim, i guess is what i'm trying to say?; he'll shoot straight with her because he knows she IS a fighter. even if she doesn't fight. does THAT make sense?

like i said, it's hard to put into words. but i think it's a combination of min-ji's emotional strength and kindness as a person, as well as the fact she's not an immediate family member, that make it easier for him to let those barriers down around her and have severely needed moments of vulnerability where he doesn't dismiss pain or fear or anything else he might be feeling. he knows min would never lash out at him, physically, emotionally, or however else. min-ji is kind, and she's strong, and she's safe. he trusts her, values and respects her judgment and input. much in the same way his presence lets her feel like a person, she's extended that grace to him. just in a different way. i love getting to write interactions between them. there's always something warm and comforting in their exchanges, light-hearted or more melancholic. it's nice. the love is very much there.

[optiwashere]

Asheera/Shadowheart D1?

Thank you so much for requesting this one! 💜 Let's start things off right, all right?

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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D1. Catching a spy in camp (w/ Act One shenanigans)

The crackle of the dying fire at the center of camp snapped Asheera awake from long-deserved sleep. She blinked away the dream's dust from her eyes, stretching on the makeshift chair she'd made of a small stump. Her eyelids drifted heavily for a moment before a voice drew her attention away from the sleep she desperately wanted.

"Awake, are you?" asked Shadowheart, sitting on her prayer rug on the other side of the fire. She smirked. "Gale can shout in your ear with an enchantment on his voice and that won't wake you. But a little snap of twigs does it?"

"Old habit," Asheera explained. "Sounded like a barracks alarm bell. Or the creaking boards of a carrack."

"You're lucky Karlach's on watch, then. You'd have gotten us all killed. And horribly, most likely."

Asheera heard the playful tone despite Shadowheart's words. "And where are you in this hypothetical? I'd hope you'd wake me if a goblin had their knife at my neck."

Shadowheart shrugged, not once letting that wisp of a smile fall from her face. She said, "And if I didn't?"

The humor came easily from her sometimes, though often with its own barbs. A priestess of darkness that tried to refuse her softer touches. Yet for all her bluster, Shadowheart hadn't put up much of a fight when Asheera insisted they assist with the tiefling refugees' problems in the grove.

Before Asheera could respond, Shadowheart's features flattened and she leapt to her feet. All the humor died away.

"What?" Asheera hefted the two-handed sword she'd managed to find in Dammon's stocks, turning to face whatever it was that surprised Shadowheart.

At once, she saw it. There lurked in the shadows of the nearby trees a short figure clad in black-and-red robes, a hood thrown over her head. The stature could have been that of a crouching human, or a standing dwarf or gnome.

As soon as Asheera began to stomp out towards the figure, sword held in a defensive posture, a puff of ash in the air filled the edge of camp and Asheera's eyes burned as she reached the powdery cloud. A stench of sulfur clung to the air.

"That's the second time I've seen them," said Shadowheart. "Watching us. Keeping a safe distance. Spying on us."

Asheera sighed. "You've seen them before and you're only telling me this now?"

"It didn't seem pertinent at the time." Shadowheart shrugged again, but this time with an exaggerated lift of her shoulders.

Her gaze flickered away from Asheera's face for a fraction of a breath, a familiar gesture that Asheera recognized. It was the one she used when they first met. When Asheera asked the purpose of the artefact she carried and why she had it. It was what she did when she lied.

"Did you think she was one of yours? A Sharran?" asked Asheera in a hushed tone.

Shadowheart hesitated. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it once more. With slitting eyes devoid of any of the bright joviality from before, Shadowheart snarled, "I did."

As the fire behind Shadowheart crackled again, Asheera nodded. She rested the flat of her sword's blade on her shoulder. "Thank you," she said. "I appreciate when you gift me honesty."

"Oh, don't patronize me," Shadowheart scoffed.

"Didn't mean to. Truly."

"And what now, paladin? I'm sure you've an arsenal of punishments for liars."

"No, not really," admitted Asheera with a chuckle. "I only hope we can keep being honest with each other. It's refreshing."

Mouth hanging ever so slightly open, struggling for a retort, Shadowheart stood at the edge of camp as Asheera turned towards her tent. She diligently returned her sword to its sheath and placed it on the weapon rack just beside the red privacy flap at the entrance. All the while, Shadowheart stood in that same spot and stared into the darkness of the trees.

How strange that a bit of kindness befuddled her so.

[polyacotarweek]

Day 6 Masterlist: Celebration

Fanfic

"The Fawn of Prythian, Ch 7-9" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Eluzriel)

"Into the Fire" by @acourtofladydeath (Feytamcien/Lufeylin)

"Party" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"The Rite of Spring: A Spring Time Affairs Fic" by @nocasdatsgay (OC X Tamlin X Lucien)

"Perfect" by @fieldofdaisiies (Reader X Bat Boys)

"The Happiest Day" by @danikamariewrites (Reader x Bat Boys)

"Happy Birthday, High Lord!" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Tamcien)

Fanart

"Protective Throuple" by @copypastus (Nerissian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[trashyfangs444]

That’s all for tonight folks.

[warlordfelwinter]

aster rolled a d8 and a d6 for damage and got fucking ONE i've literally never been so angry in a ttrpg

[bluekazenateartblog]

Late night iPad doodle of my bab, Cotton xD Art/Cotton(c) @bluekazenateartblog @bluekazenatemain DO NOT USE, EDIT, OR REPOST MY WORK

[hexingart]

If there's any character that I've put a frankly inordinate time effort and love into it's probably Fates vying for the position. Hard pressed between like, her, Soliel, and Haala? Fates is one of my ultimate favorite girls whomst I am So Incredibly Normal About.

Witch is a great class in Pathfinder 1e that cements itself as the cornerstone best as a debuffer and party support with a nice amount of versatility by patron spells, it's a shame that 2e witch in comparison is so terrible.

[ultimatelyunassuming]

I need to start oc posting here more. Would yall mind if i did that

[frogofthewilde]

i decided i would try @yearoftheotpevent's 2023 Prompt List and we're starting off with "snow" !! ended up doing a drawing for this one, here Vergil and Orpheus are sharing a tender moment watching the snow fall :3