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I shine only with the light you gave me. — The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

INPRNT

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This is a recreation of The Meeting on the Turret Stairs (1864) by Frederic William Burton. Credit to the wonderful @soulhollow for giving me the brilliant idea and commissioning this 💚

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The costume design for Alfred

They said they wanted to see Alfred in purple/gold tones, so I self-indulgently designed a costume for Alfred (though again not necessarily trying to be historical accurate)

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Details for archaeology nerds (So it happens again I guess)

1. The tablet-woven bend

Design is loosely taken from an actual archaeological find from the Taplow Barrow in Buckinghamsire, dating to the early 7th century. The original piece really had the gold threads on it by the way. You can see the modern reconstruction here.

2. Pattern on the tunic

Taken from a part of an arcade illustration in the Royal Bible (Royal 1. E. vi, 4r.) c. 1000-1025 in British Library, London. Added some vine patterns that are quite common to see in insular art for reasons.

3. Pattern on the shawl

Taken from a part of the stole and the maniple in St. Cuthbert’s coffin, dated to early 10th century, now in Durham Cathedral Museum.

4. Embroidery on Alfred’s sleeves

The pattern is from an illustration in the manuscript of Bede’s Life of St Cuthbert (MS 183, f. 1v) c. 937 in Parker Library, Cambridge, which depicts King Æthelstan showing the book to St Cuthbert himself.

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The process

Such a pleasure to work on this one! Thank you again for giving me the chance✨

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Dr. Ratio

[ID: A drawing of Dr. Ratio from Honkai Star Rail, redesigned to wear byzantine priest-inspired clothes. He stands atop stairs, with two pillars on either side of him and a decorative arch behind him. At his head is a circle of pink lotus'. He holds a golden sceptor and his stone book in each of his hands /End ID]

[ID: A redesign of Dr. Ratio from Honkai: Star Rail. His clothes are reminiscent of a Byzantine priest, showing three layers of clothes- a long, white dress, a shorter blue one, and a dark blue shawl- along with a golden stole, featuring the logo of the intelligensia guild. On his head are two golden branches, like that of his original design. He retains the shoes an chest acessory of the original, as well /End ID]

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Friends, my necromancer!Tango/grimreaper!Jimmy, Team Rancher modern with magic apocalypse AU, Graveyard Shift, for @mcytblraufest's Reverse Big Bang is here!

But wait there's more--go read chasing crimson written by @aliferous-ly, beta'd by @dibs2win, my fantastic team for aufest. If you love enemies to lovers, unlikely partnerships, and the power of soul-bound magic weapon contracts, this hilarious + dramatic 22.9k fic kicks off from this comic!

chasing crimson

Jimmy Solidarity works for the esteemed god of Death, reaping lost souls and taking care of unsavory characters. He's recently finished his training, and is determined to do well on his first solo mission. Perhaps this "Tango" would be a good start. Only, the god of Death disappeared years ago, and Necromancer Tango Tek's long since discovered a way around dying. He can't say he enjoys Jimmy swinging through and killing him where he stands, though.

Thank you to my team for being as feral about this AU as I am, and kicking everything about it up to 110. I had so much developing this world with them!

Thanks to @onawhimsicot for helping me with the comic's dialogue, fixing my composition woes with "just add more smoke," and encouraging me to complete it in full color! Check out Cadence's aufest fic, I take it back (ill follow till I fly or till im dead), a Cult of the Lamb AU about follower!Tango and Lamb!Zedaph, the meaning of devotion, silly experiments, eldritch transformations, and...the most platonic slowburn ever?

Lastly, thank you to the aufest team for another wonderful event! I had a blast again, and was giggling kicking my feet at everyone's reactions during claims, I loved every single one of them. Graveyard Shift is definitely an AU I'm coming back to. As always, my askbox is open if you'd like to chat, and I'd love to be tagged if anyone makes anything <3

Timelapse / AU art chatter under the cut!

While Graveyard Shift is the amalgamation of many of my interests, the main premise for this AU is loosely inspired by the webcomic, I'm the Grim Reaper, in both its apocalypse themes and its aesthetics! Not a required read, but highly recommend if you enjoy this au, as well as the anime and manga, Soul Eater!

I came up with a lot of AUs for this event but necromancer!Tango and reaper!Jimmy have been rattling around in my brain in separate AUs since before I started brainstorming for aufest. So I smashed them together, naturally.

(Unfortunately I didn't record all of my process, but most of it is here! CW for flashing; song is Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier)

I could go on forever about concept art and character design if anyone's curious but here's some fun bonus details about this comic:

Originally, Tango's outfit was going to be more like his Dungeon Master outfit but I wanted the setting to be more modern and Jimmy stole the fantasy cloak vibe from him already lol

Jimmy's entrance of lightning is my nod to the Life Series final death sound

The scarf Jimmy's wearing is designed to be a boneyard shawl

The panel of strange text reads "Protection Three" in Galactic :)

+ The name "Graveyard Shift" was thrown at me by Cadence in like 3 seconds flat after i spent 2 days agonizing over a name for this au LOL

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Here’s some more BadEnd! AU stuff, finally Narinder and the (teenaged) shittens

I was inspired by his The One Who Waits garb but switched it up a little, taking away the shawl/caplet, making the hood more voluminous and pronounced, changing the stripe into something of a tabard and giving him a nice fur stole cause i just think it looks nice

Lilith and Asura’s clothes are inverted color derivatives of the clothes that @dragon-cookies originally designed for them my regular AU, but with a little something extra for them both.

As for Narinder's height, since he's very much still a god in this AU he has the ability to fluctuate his size, he could go from towering over everyone and everything like a sky scraper to a, still impressively tall but more normal, 9 feet. (he can go smaller because his normal actual height is closer to 5’10 but he likes to be tall and imposing)

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(idk if my first version sent so I'm going to write this again lmao 😭)

Little MC rant. Don't mind me 🫶

Soooo, after war choices, I chose something for Akila's stat to be like this:

And in regards to this:

So mc isnt necessarily expected to adhere to the traditional style reserved for royalty, but they are expected to maintain a certain degree of ornamentation about their appearance. An mc who wears their hair and clothes very simply would be seen as sorta like walking around in a T shirt and jeans in a palace. If that makes sense lol :)

Akila would still not care about what she looks like or how others would say/think about it, but for the sake of tradition (Mother enforced, betting on it lmao), Akila would probably have this look:

But, like in the sides of her face. So like, the strands above her ears or strands near the temple, and then following the design shown.

Clothes wise, I picked from the photos your provided (thank you for showing me the ask 😊) and I think she'd wear something like this (minus the chokers I see on two of them):

Idk if these are formal or casual, but clothes of this style. Akila usually covers up, lightweight clothing in order to endure the heat. Skin shown would, ofc, be the arms. As long as it's comfy, they'll wear lmao. Bottoms are mostly pants. Flowy, long skirts and shorts are occasionally. Dresses (especially tight-fitting ones) and short skirts are FRICKING rare lmao.

Uhhhhh, that's it ig 👍

A SECOND RANT 😦😦😦⁉️⁉️⁉️

Fen, what are you doing to me 🤨🤨🤨🤨 /j

YEAH, THAT'S ALL. BYE FEN. LOVE YA. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BYEEEEEEEE. 💖💖💖

Ooh fun I like seeing Akila’s stat choices! 👀👀 I feel like that combination of self esteem/manners is a fun one lol; mc is too tired to care what you think ✌️😒

Also I like their hair! :3 ❤️ I feel like it’s a blend of simplistic and just styled enough so as to get mom mostly off her back about it 👍 Also with the clothes those first two references were for the shawl/stoles rather than the clothes underneath—depending on what else mc is wearing etc it could be used in formal or informal attire 👍 :3 Flowy clothes are a must during the day 🥵 it gets real hot during the day and real chilly at night 🥶

Thanks for sharing more about Akila!! :D ❤️💕💕💖💗🥰 Fun to see some more of her personality and a bit on what she looks like :D 👍❤️

Take care!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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Chapter 19 | The Leash of Love

Notes: Aes Sedai's drama, smut, and comfort. - around 6k words

The Tower’s grand hall was heavy with tension and whispers. Morning light streamed through the tall windows, but even the sun couldn't warm the undercurrent of unease. Something dark was stirring, whispered rumors of Sisters disappearing, of oaths broken in secret halls, though no one dared speak the words aloud. 

The Sitters sat arrayed in a great circle, each Ajah's colors displayed proudly. Liandrin was among them, seated stiffly, the crimson of the Red Ajah, a bold slash against the muted grays of the stone chamber. Her dress was a striking deep red, threaded with thin black lines that coiled like subtle vines along the sleeves. The design both elegant and menacing, if one looked closely.

Her golden hair was gathered into a high, intricate twist atop her head, not a strand out of place, emphasizing the proud, severe line of her neck and jaw. Beneath the sweeping folds of her dress, she wore boots with the highest heels she owned, the soft gleam of black leather catching the light when she shifted.

Liandrin’s face was a portrait of serenity, every expression carefully schooled into stillness, but the set of her shoulders and the faint gleam in her eyes spoke volumes, as if she was ready for war if need be.

At the center of the gathering, Siuan Sanche sat upon the Amyrlin Seat, her stole marking the seven Ajahs draped regally across her shoulders. Her face was carved from stone, revealing nothing of her thoughts, arms resting lightly yet firmly on the carved arms of her throne.

Meanwhile Leane Sedai stood just behind, the Keeper’s staff in hand. Her gaze flicked often to Liandrin, narrowing slightly, as if expecting the Red to erupt into chaos at any moment. And among the Blues, Moiraine Sedai had taken her place once more, newly returned to the Tower. Though she said little, her presence was palpable, a silent endorsement that carried weight even in the charged stillness of the Hall.

At first, the conversation danced carefully around larger political concerns, murmurings of unrest in Cairhien, strange activities reported in the Borderlands. Sisters traded formal remarks about strengthening alliances, and the need for vigilance.

But beneath the formalities and diplomatic smiles, dark whispers clung to the stone walls. A couple of novices simply disappeared between lesson, Sisters who returned from missions changed, hollow-eyed and strange, wards shattered without warning.

No one dared to say the words, not openly, not in this gathering. But the fear was there and it showed in the quick glances. An ancient rot was blooming inside the Tower, and not even the Amyrlin Seat could deny it any longer. And still, no one said it aloud. The true enemy was still unspoken, hidden in careful phrases and tightened smiles. But every woman in the chamber knew that the Tower was under siege. Not from outside, but from within.

It was Serenna Sedai of the Green Ajah who changed the topic of conversation. "And yet, how can we speak of strength and vigilance, when some among us confuse their duties with personal indulgence?" She said, rising gracefully to her feet, the green fringe of her shawl shimmering.

The air sharpened immediately, snapping from muted discussion into something far more dangerous.

"You speak boldly, Sister." Alanna said coolly from the Greens, rising as well, "But you have yet to name the crime."

Serenna smiled, a thin, brittle thing that never touched her eyes. "I speak of Sister Liandrin and the girl she has entangled herself with."

Several Sisters stirred at that. A ripple of discomfort passed through the chamber.

"You’ve blurred the lines between mentor and mistress, Liandrin." Serenna continued, voice tightening. "The Tower will not tolerate such indulgence. Such possessiveness threatens the very balance we swear to uphold."

Liandrin’s fingers tapped against her knee. A barely noticeable crack in her stillness, but for those who watched closely, it was enough. Inside her chest, fear lanced through the anger. Not fear for herself, that had been burned out of her long ago, but fear for Nesta. If the Hall turned against them, if they decided Nesta needed to be punished for her own choices, they would not hesitate. They would strip her down, break her spirit, and chain her to their will. It was what the Tower always did to those it couldn't control. And Liandrin knew it, because once, they had tried to do the same to her.

She forced her fingers to still. Her face remained unreadable, the careful mask she had worn for years in the Tower. Beautiful, composed, and untouchable, but beneath her outer shell, a single thought burned, They will not take her from me.

They could strip her of titles, strip her of honor, even strip her of power and still she would not yield Nesta to them. She was the only thing that mattered to her now. Not rank, not tradition, and not the Tower’s empty approval. Only the girl, who had looked at her not with fear, but with love.

"It is corruption. Power used to bind, not to guide. How long until others follow her example, tearing the Tower into pieces over personal loyalties?" Alanna said sharply, anger flashing in her voice.

Tension crackled through the air, and when Alanna straightened in fury, Moiraine nodded with approval, a silent message of solidarity for support.

Siuan, seated upon the Amyrlin’s throne at the center of the hall, said nothing. Her silence wasn't neutrality. It was a blade held carefully in reserve, poised and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"You think yourself above the Tower?" Leane accused, her voice rising an octave, shrill against the stone walls.

Liandrin rose then, unfolding from her chair like a predator stalking forward into the open. Every motion was precise, controlled, the movement of a woman who knew exactly how dangerous she had become.

"No, I simply speak as someone who was the only one to keep her safe." Liandrin said.

Her eyes, glacial and furious swept the circle of Sitters, daring them to meet her gaze. "When others treated her like a weapon to be hidden away. When others would have gladly broken her because she didn't fit neatly into their mold, I was the only one who taught her and took care of her."

For a long heartbeat, no one breathed. Some faces turned away in shame. While others stiffened, brittle with resentment.

"You mistake your affection for authority, she is not yours to claim." Serenna snapped.

Liandrin smiled slowly. That kind of smile that promised ruin. "I will not apologize for protecting what is mine." she claimed.

A gasp broke from one of the Sisters, the circle fractured into sudden noise of accusations and protests. Sharp warnings shouted half over one another, but Liandrin heard none of it. She only turned on her heel and stalked from the hall, the sharp click of her boots echoed like a challenge through the stunned silence she left behind. But no one moved to stop her.

Her heart still beat with cold fury, but beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. The Tower's judgment was coming, she knew it. They would try to tear her down, break her apart, force her to bend. But it wasn’t just her position in the Tower she was defending. It wasn’t even the angry accusations thrown at her, but the radiant, stubborn woman who had somehow burrowed herself into her heart.

What had she just done?

She had made herself vulnerable. She had exposed a part of herself that she hadn’t even realized she was capable of. 

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Nesta stirred, half-asleep, the heavy scent of sweetbread and roasted meat still clinging to her senses. She hadn’t meant to doze off on Liandrin’s bed this afternoon, but the Tower was stifling after lunch.

Her breathing slowed, and when she opened her eyes, she stood on a polished marble platform, surrounded by endless ocean. The sky stretched above her in bright shades of azure, dotted with wisps of clouds that glowed faintly in the light and the air was warm against her skin. Somewhere distant, waves broke against unseen rocks with a rhythmic hum.

Nesta stood in the center of it all, the soft breeze tugging at the edges of her red dress. It floated around her like a summer breeze. Light, silky fabric draped along her body, with a daring slit that revealed her leg with every step, graceful and bold. The neckline plunged into a deep V, baring her chest and collarbones to the warm air. Thin, delicate straps rested on her shoulders, giving the dress an effortless, almost wild elegance, as if she were born to command the sea around her.

A sudden breeze stirred, tugging at the hem of Nesta’s dress, pulling her gaze to the side. She turned and there stood Lanfear. But this was not the Lanfear she had grown used to, not the cold, cutting, invincible force she had come to expect. This Lanfear wore no armor of silver or cruelty. She was dressed simply in a flowing gown the color of moonlight, her hair unbound and stirring in the salt-kissed breeze.

For a long moment, they only looked at each other.

“You dream of battlefields, but you dream of peace, too.” 

Nesta swallowed, “Maybe I dream of a world that doesn’t hate what it doesn’t understand.” she said quietly. 

“They always hated women like us.” Lanfear said, her gaze distant. “Women who wanted more.”

She stepped closer, and the dream shifted with her. The ocean’s hush grew louder, the marble beneath them warmed to the touch. Her presence pulled at the very fabric of the dream, bending it toward her, as always.

“I asked for everything.” she continued. “Knowledge, power, love. I wanted the world itself, and they called me unnatural for it. They smiled to my face and plotted behind my back. Even he...” her throat bobbed in a swallow, “Even he feared what I could become.”

Nesta took a small, instinctive step forward, her dress whispering around her legs.

“You wanted so much.” Nesta said, but there was no judgment in her voice, only understanding. “And they wanted you small.”

Lanfear’s hand lifted slowly, almost like she didn’t realize she was moving, fingers reaching toward Nesta’s hair. But at the last second, she pulled away. Her hand curled into a fist at her side, as if the act of reaching had cost her something unbearable.

“You think I want to use you, Nesta? You’re wrong.” Lanfear said, bitter and soft at once. “I want to keep you. And that is far more dangerous.”

Nesta’s heart twisted painfully, her defenses crumbling like sand. "You don't know what you want, Lanfear." 

“You’d kneel for her, wouldn’t you?” The Forsaken stated, and there was no mockery in it now, only jealousy so sharp Nesta could almost feel the wound it left behind. “You’d give her everything. Yet I offer you eternity, and still, you hesitate.”

"I can't give you what you want." She answered firmly, though her heart twisted. "I’m hers and I will never betray that." Nesta paused, then added quietly, "But I feel your pain."

For a heartbeat, Lanfear simply watched the girl, her expression tinged with sadness, as if something inside her was quietly breaking. The air shifted, and with a subtle movement of her hand, she seemed to dissolve into the dream itself, her edges softening like the last wisps of a fading storm. In a voice so soft the wind nearly stole it away, she murmured, “She doesn’t deserve you.”

The pain in Lanfear’s voice was something Nesta hadn’t expected. She stood frozen, heart pounding in her chest, unable to look away as Lanfear was slowly fading away. She felt torn, as if caught between two worlds, two desires. But her loyalty to Liandrin remained unshaken, no matter how vulnerable Lanfear seemed in that moment.

The look in the Forsaken’s eyes, as she faded into the dream, was not the look of a conqueror, or a monster. It was the look of a woman who had once loved too much, and had been broken for it.

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The afternoon sunlight poured through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the well-kept garden. The scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air, and the soft murmur of the fountain added to the serenity of the place.

As Nesta passed near the hedges, she caught the faint rustle of voices, two Aes Sedai standing just a little ahead. They thought she didn’t hear, or perhaps they wanted her to. 

“Did you hear what Liandrin said? That girl is hers. Hers. In front of the Sitters, no less.” The first voice was full of surprise.

Nesta paused, curiosity stirring within her. She kept her distance, hiding just out of view as she listened, her heart oddly calm.

“I always thought the rumors were exaggerated, but Light, she didn’t even deny it.” the second Aes Sedai replied.

Nesta stood frozen, her breath catching. She felt no anger, no embarrassment at being the subject of their whispers. Only a strange mix of love for Liandrin, and a flicker of fear for what such a bold declaration might mean. The world was watching, and Liandrin had chosen to make her claim public. It could be a sign of her confidence, but it could also draw unwanted attention.

She lingered for a moment longer before quietly stepping away, unsure of what to make of the whispered words that still echoed in her mind.

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The door to Liandrin’s chambers creaked as Nesta pushed it open, the faint scent of ink and parchment greeting her as she stepped inside. The room was dim, the light from the narrow windows casting shadows on the walls. Liandrin sat at her desk, the faint rustle of parchment the only sound as she leafed through something, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Nesta paused at the door, watching the way the candlelight flickered against the sharp angles of Liandrin’s face, highlighting the calm intensity that seemed to be present in her. She was perfectly still, absorbed in her task.

But as soon as the door closed behind her, Liandrin’s head lifted, her piercing gaze meeting Nesta’s. “You’re late.” she said, her voice cool, though the edge of amusement was there. She set the papers down on the desk with a slow motion, then folded her hands neatly in front of her.

Nesta took a step forward, her emotions already rising from the conversation she’d heard in the garden. She could feel the weight of the rumors still hanging in the air, the whispers that seemed to follow her every step, yet here was Liandrin, cool and composed as if nothing had happened. As if the whole Tower hadn’t erupted in speculation because of her actions.

“You want the Hall to throw you out?” Nesta’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air. “Or maybe you’re just hoping to piss off every Sister in the Tower at once?”

Liandrin didn’t flinch, her posture remaining unchanged. She simply looked at Nesta, her eyes bright and steady, like she was waiting for something more. “You heard." she said, her voice a low, unflinching acknowledgment.

Nesta couldn’t hold back the bitter laugh that slipped from her lips. She started pacing the room, every step a release of the emotions that were too chaotic to contain. “Oh, I heard. Everyone has. The whole Tower practically turned into a betting ring about whether I’d show up with a leash next.” She chuckled darkly, the sound devoid of humor. "You claimed me publicly. Aes Sedai don’t claim anyone.”

Liandrin’s expression remained calm, her eyes narrowing slightly, but there was no trace of apology. She rose slowly from her chair, every movement measured, as if to emphasize the difference between her coolness and Nesta’s visible agitation.

“I won’t apologize for loving you.” She walked toward Nesta with confidence. “Let them choke on their rules.”

Nesta stopped in her tracks, the breath catching in her chest as she turned to face her fully. “You’re something else.” She said, half-laughing, but there was no humor in it, only frustration. “Sharp cheeks and declarations like a woman straight out of a romance story. No wonder they think you’ve got me leashed.”

Liandrin smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she moved closer. “Do you want to be?” she whispered, voice rough and possessive. “Because you only need to ask.”

Nesta tilted her chin up, a spark of mischief flickering in her eyes even as her pulse drummed wild in her veins. "Try me." she said, voice almost mocking, daring, as if she wasn't already halfway undone just by the way Liandrin was looking at her.

The Aes Sedai said nothing. She merely smiled and turned away without hurry, as if she had all the time in the world.

Nesta heard the soft whisper of a drawer opening and when Liandrin turned back, leather coiled in her fingers. The black collar gleamed and a single silver ring adorned the front. The leash trailed from it, glinting like a line between hunter and prey.

"Strip, Lioness." Liandrin commanded.

Nesta’s hands moved before she could think. Piece by piece, she shed her clothing, letting it fall silently to the floor, until she stood bared to Liandrin's eyes, proud and unashamed.

Liandrin drank in the sight of her, her blue eyes darkening with fire. "Now kneel."

With a slow motion, Nesta sank to her knees before her. The carpet was soft beneath her, the air cool against her flushed skin. She knelt proud and unbowed, her hands resting lightly on her thighs, her head held high. There was no shame in her, only choice and desire

The woman's gaze burned into her. She moved closer, so close that the heat of her body wrapped around Nesta like a cloak. "Good girl." she said, almost a purr. Her fingers brushed Nesta’s jaw, tilting her face up.

Like a predator, she moved around Nesta, circling the girl, like savoring its prize. The leash, still slack in her hand, trailed deliberately over Nesta’s bare shoulders, across her back, making her shiver at the teasing weight of it.

"You kneel so beautifully." Liandrin murmured from behind. "Not because I forced you but because you belong to me." The soft leather brushed the nape of Nesta’s neck.

The collar closed around her throat with a muted click of the silver buckle. Tight, but not cruel. The pressure of it settled heavily on Nesta's skin. And Liandrin stood before her again, holding the leash loosely between two fingers, letting it swing lazily back and forth, brushing Nesta’s chest in hypnotic arcs.

"You feel it, don’t you?" She whispered. "This pull between us is unbreakable."

Liandrin gave the leash a small tug, just enough to tilt Nesta’s chin up higher, forcing her blue eyes to meet Liandrin’s. "So proud. So mine." she crooned, possessive heat flashing in her own eyes. 

Another tug, firmer this time, forced Nesta to rise from her knees, stumbling into Liandrin’s arms. The woman caught her, the leash coiling around her wrist like a binding promise.

"You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?" Liandrin murmured against her ear, letting the leash wind tighter, wrapping once, twice, around her fist.

She pulled Nesta forward by it, forcing her to walk the short distance to the desk. When they reached it, Liandrin kept the leash taut, ordering Nesta in place. "Hands flat."

Nesta obeyed, heart pounding as her palms met the cool wood. The leather around her throat creaked faintly as Liandrin tugged again, forcing her to bend lower.

She leaned over her, hot breath against Nesta’s ear. "You're going to stay exactly where I put you." she whispered.

She slid one hand between Nesta’s thighs, teasing slow strokes along her inner legs, while the leash stayed taut in her other hand, a constant reminder of who controlled the girl’s body now.

Nesta’s back arched as Liandrin’s chest pressed firmly against her, the hard edge of the desk digging into her hips. The leash attached to her collar pulled taut, forcing her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat.

Liandrin’s breath was hot against her ear, a mocking hum of satisfaction as her fingers circled, teasing, before finally pushing inside. Nesta whimpered, her fingers scrambling against the polished wood. The stretch was slow, each inch claimed with ruthless precision.

“Such pretty noises.” Liandrin purred, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. Her fingers curled, dragging another choked gasp from Nesta’s lips.

The girl’s thighs trembled, her body caught between the unforgiving press of the desk and Liandrin’s relentless touch. The leash jerked again, a sharp reminder of who owned this moment. Her breath hitched as Liandrin’s pace quickened.

“You clench around me so well, pet.” she hissed, her teeth grazing the shell of Nesta’s ear. “Is this all it takes to break you? Just my fingers and a leash?”

Nesta’s vision blurred, pleasure and defiance warring as she bit back another sound, but the leash yanked once more, and this time, she couldn’t stop the broken moan that escaped. Her hips rocked back instinctively, seeking more.

Liandrin laughed, dark and victorious, and added a third finger, stretching her obscenely. “Oh, you want it rough, don’t you?” She twisted her wrist, curling her fingers deeper, and Nesta nearly sobbed as pleasure spiked through her.

She whimpered against the desk, her nails dragging faint lines over the polished wood, but the leash remained taut in Liandrin’s hand, a constant reminder that she wasn’t free to move unless Liandrin allowed it.

“Good girl.” Liandrin murmured, her voice a dark purr.

Her fingers fucked Nesta's cunt relentlessly, the stretch bordering on pain. The girl's body felt completely trapped and the leash coiled tighter around Liandrin’s wrist now, binding them together as surely as any weave of the Power.

She gave another possessive pull, forcing Nesta to arch her back, to bare herself even more. "You're mine." she said again, harsher now.

“Yours.” Nesta gasped, her voice hoarse and cracking with sweet truth.

Liandrin rewarded her with a rough, brutal thrust of her fingers, the heel of her hand grinding against the swollen clit, and Nesta cried out.

"That's my girl." Liandrin murmured, possessive and proud.

Nesta’s vision whited out as Liandrin fucked her harder, the desk creaking under their combined weight. The collar bit into her throat with every jerk of the leash, every snap of Liandrin’s hips against her. And she shattered, the orgasm tearing through her with a violence that made her legs buckle. She collapse helplessly against the desk. And still Liandrin held the leash tight, refusing to let her fall completely, keeping her bound.

Only when Nesta’s trembling body finally went limp, Liandrin eased the tension. The polished wood was cool against the girl's flushed skin. Her whole world narrowed to the frantic beat of her heart and the lingering echoes of Liandrin’s touch. 

Above her, Liandrin gathered her slowly against her chest, piece by piece, lifting up with a tenderness that was no less possessive for its gentleness. A hand slid under Nesta’s chin, lifting her face. "You are so pretty now." She whispered, dragging the pads of her fingers over the jaw.

Their eyes met, Nesta’s pupils were blown wide, her gaze glassy and dazed, lips parted around shallow gasps. A breathtaking portrait of surrender and stubborn pride tangled together. While Liandrin’s eyes, in contrast, were dark and burning with a possessive affection.

Nesta sagged into her, letting herself be held, breathing in her lover's scent. The leash brushed against her bare skin as Liandrin unwound it from her wrist. The tension snapped free, but she stayed perfectly still, head bowed, throat exposed, her pride wrapped tight around her submission.

Liandrin’s hand rose, brushing aside blonde hair, fingers trailing along the line of the leather collar. Without a word, she found the buckle and unfastened it and the collar slid away. Beneath it gleamed the choker, Liandrin’s gift. "This is all you need, Lioness." A soft whisper as her thumb stroked the crimson stones.

Her other hand gently slid down Nesta’s back as she guided her toward the bed. With each step, she pulled the girl closer. As they reached the edge of it, Liandrin leaned in, her lips tracing a path across Nesta’s throat, pressing a soft kiss against the hollow where the choker clung tightly to her skin. It was a kiss of ownership, of love, a subtle claim that only deepened the connection between them.

Nesta’s breath hitched as she felt the warm press of Liandrin’s lips, and her body swayed slightly, her head falling back with a soft moan.

"I never thought I’d let anyone bend me like that." Nesta murmured, voice teasing but laced with admiration. "Especially not with a leash and a collar."

Liandrin’s lips quirked into a smile. "I think you rather enjoyed it." she replied, as she continued guiding Nesta down onto the bed.

Nesta laughed softly, her fingers curling into the sheets as she settled back. "Maybe I did, Lia." she admitted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She glanced up at Liandrin with a mix of curiosity and desire. "You have a way of pushing me to places I didn’t know I could go."

Liandrin’s smile only deepened, "Stay here now." she murmured. A command, but also a plea. She stepped back, her gaze heavy and possessive as she stripped herself bare. Shedding her robes piece by piece. The fabric pooled around her ankles, until she stood naked, her skin pale and powerful.

Nesta couldn’t look away. Her heart raced, a mixture of love and admiration swelling inside her. Liandrin’s body bore the faint lines of old battles, and she wore them proudly. Each scar told a story of victory or pain that she endured and overcome. 

Her eyes lingered on Liandrin’s body. She saw the scars not as flaws, but as symbols of the woman’s history, her power, her beauty. It was impossible to look away from the way her muscles shifted as she moved, the soft curve of her waist leading to the strength of her legs.

Gently, Liandrin crawled onto the bed with grace of a hunter who already owned the kill. She caught Nesta by the waist, dragging her up the bed and pressing her down into the sheets.

The woman’s mouth found her shoulder first, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh with a low growl that was more possession than seduction. Nesta gasped, her hands clutching the blankets beneath her, as Liandrin bit and kissed a claiming path across her skin. Her shoulder, her throat, her breast.

"You have no idea what you do to me." Liandrin murmured

Nesta whimpered, her back arching, offering more, giving more.

"You let me have you, you kneel for me..." Liandrin continued, “And still you shine so brightly, my love."

The girl couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but clutch at Liandrin’s shoulders as her mouth moved lower, worshipping, devouring, owning every inch she touched.

"You are all mine." Liandrin said again, biting at the soft underside of Nesta’s breast.

"I love you." She gasped.

Liandrin’s teeth scraped over a peaked nipple, her tongue soothing the sting, and Nesta cried out.

Finally she slid lower, dragging her tongue along the trembling lines of Nesta’s stomach. She mouthed at the tender skin of inner thighs, nipping, kissing, marking. And Nesta sobbed brokenly, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body alight and writhing under the touch.

When the woman’s mouth finally found the slick heat between Nesta’s thighs, the first drag of her tongue shattered the last fragile pieces of the girl’s pride, leaving only need and belonging.

"Lia..." Nesta moaned, desperate and wrecked.

"Shh, Lioness." Liandrin murmured against her, the vibration making Nesta’s hips jolt.

"I’ll take care of you." she promised, before sealing her mouth over clit. Her tongue slid through the heat with deliberate slowness, as if she were savoring every inch of her.

Nesta’s breath caught, a trembling moan leaving her lips. She wanted to move, wanted to press closer, but Liandrin’s hands kept her still, holding her in place with the gentleness of a lover, but the authority of a queen. Every touch was measured, each movement calculated. Not rough, but firm, a quiet command in every stroke.

Liandrin’s mouth continued its teasing journey, never rushing, never giving too much. Just when Nesta thought she couldn’t stand it, when the hunger inside her became unbearable, Liandrin would pull back, leaving her breathless, her body aching with desire.

"Patience, pet." Liandrin whispered, the words a soft but clear order, laced with a hint of praise. "You’re mine to take. And I’ll take my time."

Nesta whimpered softly, her body arching towards her. She wanted to beg, to plead, but she bit her lip instead, the pleasure mingling with the frustration of being so close and yet denied. Liandrin’s fingers gently slid between her thighs, teasing the edge of her slickness without pressing deeper. 

"You’re perfect." Liandrin murmured, her lips tracing the curve of Nesta’s hip.

Her hand moved to Nesta’s waist, grip light but firm, and she guided Nesta’s hips closer to her mouth, encouraging her to surrender to the touch. But still, she took her time. She didn’t rush, not when she could feel the tension, the need in each movement. Liandrin enjoyed the control, the slow unraveling of her lover, piece by piece.

Nesta’s breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling with the effort to hold herself together. "Please, Lia." she finally whispered, the word escaping in a shaky breath.

Liandrin smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth that only added to the power she held over her. "I’ll take you when I want." she whispered, her voice laced with that same possessive affection.

With a soft, reverent kiss, Liandrin returned to her task, but this time she didn’t hesitate. Her tongue slid deeper, making Nesta gasp, her hips lifting into the touch instinctively. But Liandrin’s hands pressed her down gently, holding her steady.

"I told you, don’t move." She murmured against her.

Nesta’s breath hitched, her body trembling with desire, but she held still, desperate for more, to give herself entirely to Liandrin’s consuming power.

The woman’s mouth was warm and soft, moving with the rhythm of a lover who knew exactly how to tease and please without breaking. The tension inside Nesta grew, coiling tighter, but still, Liandrin didn’t relent. She was in control, and she held that control with a gentleness that felt like a vice around Nesta’s chest.

When she finally allowed her to come, the release was overwhelming. It washed over Nesta like a wave, her body shaking with pleasure that was drawn out, gentle and sweetly agonizing.

But even as Nesta collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp and exhausted, Liandrin’s hands remained steady, holding her close. Her fingers traced patterns along her skin, reminding her that she was hers. "My Lioness." She murmured, her voice still tender, but now filled with the satisfaction of having claimed every part of Nesta.

She stayed atop of her, their legs tangled together as if they were made to fit this way. Nesta leaned forward, their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues sliding together. Liandrin moaned into the girl's mouth, the sound vibrating between them as Nesta’s teeth grazed her lower lip, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

“I love you so much.” Nesta murmured against her lips, voice rough with desire. One hand slid down, fingers brushing over the curve of Liandrin’s ass before slipping between her thighs.

The older woman shuddered, her breath hitching as Nesta’s fingertips traced her slick folds, teasing but not yet giving her what she truly wanted. “Nesta, don’t tease.” she whined, hips rolling, seeking more friction.

With a slow stroke, Nesta slid two fingers inside her, relishing the way her body clenched around them, hot and tight. A broken moan spilled from Liandrin’s lips, and Nesta swallowed the sound with another deep kiss, their tongues tangling as she began to fuck her in relentless thrusts.

Liandrin’s hips rocked against her hand, chasing every movement, every delicious curl of Nesta’s fingers. The wet sounds between them only fueled the fire, and Nesta added a third finger, stretching her just enough to make her cry out. Her moans grew louder, each breathy gasp escaping her lips as pleasure coiled deep within her. Her body trembled, muscles taut with anticipation, every nerve alight with sensation.

The girl's thumb found her clit with unerring precision, rubbing firm circles. She crooked her fingers inside her, pressing against sweet, hidden spot that made Liandrin’s thighs quiver.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and Liandrin came with a sharp cry. Wave after wave of ecstasy leaving her gasping. Nesta kissed her through it, her lips soft yet demanding, swallowing every whimper that spilled from the her mouth.

Nesta’s fingers never stilled, drawing out the pleasure until the last tremors had Liandrin’s body humming with satisfaction. She held her close, their foreheads resting together as Liandrin floated back down. The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and Liandrin’s eyelids fluttered shut. A smile curved her lips as she melted into Nesta’s embrace.

-

Liandrin’s head rested gently on her lover's chest, her breath slow and steady, but her fingers still played with the edge of the blanket, as if she couldn’t quite settle.

Nesta’s hand, now absent of tension, traced lazy circles across Liandrin’s back. There was something deeply comforting about the way Liandrin’s body fit perfectly against hers. “You’re quiet.” She said softly. “What’s on your mind?”

Liandrin’s fingers paused, and for a long while, she didn’t answer. Nesta could feel her lover’s breath deepen, and she knew that Liandrin was considering something she rarely shared. Finally, she spoke, her voice low, laced with a tenderness that was reserved only for moments like this.

“I was thinking about how I’ve always had to be strong.” Liandrin murmured. She turned her head to look up at Nesta. Her blue eyes were haunted, but there was a softness too. “But with you, I don’t need to be that ruthless person all the time.”

“I never saw you as ruthless.” Nesta said, her voice quiet but firm.

Liandrin smiled, but it wasn’t the usual cold smile she often wore. It was soft and a little sad. She shifted so that she was half-lying on Nesta’s chest, her face turned so that her cheek rested against the skin of collarbone. “I spent so many years believing that I had to fight alone, that no one could be trusted to stand with me.” she whispered, her hand came up, fingers brushing against Nesta’s jaw.

“And then I found you, who makes me feel safe and loved.” she continued, “Like I’m not just the woman everyone fears. Like I can be something else with you.”

“Something else? What exactly do you mean?”

Liandrin chuckled softly, her hand sliding down to rest over Nesta’s heart. “Not the monster they all think I am. But just me, just your Lia.”

“You’re not a monster.” Nesta replied, her voice steady but laced with affection. “And you don’t have to be anything but yourself when you’re with me.”

Liandrin tilted her head up, “Thank you, Nesta.”

“You’re everything I need.” Nesta’s lips softened, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss.

She could feel the tension that still coiled beneath Liandrin’s skin. She didn’t need words to understand it, because recognized it. Deep down, she had carried that same armor herself. The way Liandrin resisted soft things, as though they might turn to knives if she let her guard drop. The way strength had become a language of necessity, not choice.

But she also saw what lay beneath it all. The loneliness, the ache of someone who had learned to be feared because being understood had never felt like an option. It was a reflection of her own pain, cast in a different shade.

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Oct 2012

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[misty-wisp]

3, 13 and 17 for Asuka and 9 for another OC of your choice :3

oc development ask game

i answered 3 here so i'll go a number down bc i love answering these :3c

4. And reverse, which one of the four things (name, appearance, personality, role in the story) did you struggle with the most?

APPEARANCE. OH MY GOD APPEARANCE. okay so my self insert was pretty easy to put down bc it was literally just my sona but ASUKA. ough i had trouble with her design for a little bit.

like...okay. i figured out her hair style and color pretty quick. i got the idea for her scarf also really quick. i didn't have any casual outfits in mind (not until i designed them in like...the winter months of 2023-24) but i figured out how to alternate her uniform so she'd look like a unique character you could plausibly see in-game.

but HER THIEF OUTFIT. THAT WAS A WHOLE OTHER BEAST.

okay so. i'm pretty sure i always wanted a "witchy" motif with her thief outfit, looking back at old art. i also know i wanted it to be purple because that's my favorite color. but i also also know in the first draft i wanted a butterfly motif. but i also also also know that deep down, the entire time, i took inspiration from umineko because their witch designs fuck severely. you can tell because i straight-up stole eva-beatrice's shawl

the problem was that i didn't know how to design characters at the time. around then i was used to only drawing school uniforms and hoodies--my ass was NOT prepared to design an actual like. memorable character design.

i drafted it again in 2023 with help from my lovely girlfriend <3 she drew up her own concept for me and i took some things from that and made what's now asuka's current phantom thief design!!!

she also did the same for asuka's persona, aradia! i don't think i ever showed her original design here actually:

i more or less kept the original design's outfit and put it on shadow asuka. i think it fits her :3c

13. Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

I DO!!! I HAVE A VOICE CLAIM FOR HER IN ENGLISH AND JAPANESE!!!

okok so i did once mention i was torn between yui ishikawa (2B from nier, stelle from hsr) and aoi koga (kaguya from love is war, sylphy from re: zero) and i'm still not sure tbh. i'll put clips for both vas here:

i'm an amateur va myself and i like to think in english i voice my own oc. and i think i'd do a good job at it! you can see me have a go at voicing asuka's awakening here

but. without me in the picture. i do still have a voice claim for asuka in english, and that'd be cristina vee! i actually set that into stone last night because i was having trouble filling out that one wiki page template and my ass went searching far and wide. and i wound up landing on one of my favorite vas in general, lmao

17. Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

nooooot necessarily? i went with a "witch" design because i like umineko. and asuka likes umineko. she likes it a lot actually. i like to think it represents her living in fantasies in her head that were brought up by the stories she reads--she doesn't really know what reality is like until it really hits her. her mask does have a motif of drama since it's suppose to take elements from the comedy and tragedy masks too, but that's just a reference to her being a theatre kid. she should def have a bigger motif though....that'd be cool....

9. How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

answering this one for juliette! she's much closer to a background guy than any major characters--the biggest part of her character is her connection to sunday and the family, but that's where it ends. any interaction she'd have with other characters would only be in the form of her quite literally making illusions of them for company </3

who knows though. maybe we'll get a future story i can easily incorporate her into--i'm not entirely sure abt fitting her into penacony's storyline

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Musings - Romania BTS deets!

I was just going thru fire-gift's post sharing the Paris Apartment BTS pics here on Tumblr; and I had no idea there was a whole IWTV Writers Room Twitter account posting set pics!

Yup, I broke down the details about Točník Castle here, but THIS is really cool:

Daciana's FLOOR PLANS!!

Ok, this is me being highly unnecessary; I'm geeking out, y'all! 😅

Daciana's bedroom just dropped?! (No coffin room though?):

(That's in the western chambers (bedroom/ložnice) of the northern wing of the royal palace at Tocnik.)

I recognize those corner fireplaces anywhere--

Cuz my main question about them was if AMC built their own custom fireplace, since there isn't one in the IRL chapel/audience/main hall.

So I think this confirms that they definitely built Daciana's fireplace on purpose. So I just wanna know if it's more accurate to Romanian Renaissance fireplaces, cuz it doesn't match the Czech ones at Tocnik.

I CAN'T READ THE LABELS, AMC--hi-res images pretty please? 🥹

And omg stfu--

Cezare's FLOOR PLANS, TOO!?

I CANNOT TELL which rooms these are in. 😭😩

I was right that they also used Tocnik Castle for Cezare's ruins. My initial suspicion was that it was filmed in the stables.

But now I'm sliiiightly more convinced that it was filmed in the kitchen, mostly cuz of this round thing in the corner:

Esp the alignment of the arches:

So yeah, that was delicious food this Thanksgiving season.

But chile, now it's time for DESSERT! 👀

Daciana's Costume! 👏

I decided to google if the goat Carol Cutshall had dropped anything about Daciana's clothes, and YUP, mama pulled through!!! 💪👑

(Back in frikkin AUGUST--omfg I'm missing out. 🤦 I just hate Instagram, ick.)

I wasn't surprised that Cutshall initially wanted Daciana to wear red & black--the most prominent colors in traditional Romanian clothes.

And yeah, you can see how Daciana was gonna have a much fancier version of the traditional Romanian dress--I frikkin LOVE it (that shawl is so nice).

I didn't even think the Revenant would ever get any shine--bless! 😂 So does this mean her Revenant "child" was a local farmer/peasant--not just rando soldiers Daciana yanked as they patrolled the woods? (How old was the Revenant even?)

Anyways, back to Daciana! 😅

So yeah, alas, they scrapped the red/black palette, and decided to give her more "ghostly cool greys and blues;" while still keeping traditional Romanian elements in her new outfit.

My main question was if this costume was culturally accurate, or more Renaissance leaning (my suspicion still); or just a fanciful hodgepodge of whatever they felt like doing. Sadly, nothing from these pics is giving me anything definitive.

The embroidery designs are interesting, but I know nothing about what style/period that could be nodding to. I'm glad we have it though!

And here's another surprise:

Emilia & the Romanian refugees' clothes!

I was (very slowly) working on a whole post researching the rest of the Romanian clothes, only to now get these amazing BTS deets!

I can't even tell who most of these outfits belong to, cuz everyone in Emilia's factory was wearing overcoats. But I DO recognize the fur stole/wrap from this lady:

And obvs the tiny clothes are from the kids singing about (Daci)Anna.

But again, I can't tell, cuz everything was so dang DARK, and the kids were wearing coats. *sigh*

Results? Just vibing! 😅

I'm just pleased as punch to have even this much; thank you, AMC!

[shavacreationswitzerland]

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Shava “pretty woman”

[kibasniper]

treat .... 👊😔🤚

a treat of kitty/elka with a dash of franke awaits you under the cut!!

Neon lights stream through darkness. Music pounds against the walls. Electronic synths and grinding drums clatter in a cacophony. Witchy cackling and spooky vibrations interpose, fitting the abode’s decor of a haunted house turned party house filled with ghouls and ghosts intent on carousing until the first sliver of sunlight.

From her spot on the couch, legs neatly crossed, Elka sips from her red Solo cup. She still doesn’t know why she agreed to the outfit clinging to her body. Plastic bolts extend from her neck, courtesy of a skin-tone choker gifted by Kitty. Her white, satin, ankle-length dress drapes around her tall frame like a loose shawl. With her coiffed, dark hair striped with white streaks like curved lightning, the atypical bride swallows her liquor with a sigh, noting the sugary aftertaste.

Chatter and chords collide. All around her, as she waits for Kitty and Franke, people are dressed to the nines. Devils in scarlet bodysuits and plastic pitchforks, werewolf vixens in corsets and furry tails, and witches in black silk galore, they flit through cobwebbed halls with either pixie-like flourish or drunken stumbles. Elka watches them swiping candies from pumpkin bags scattered throughout the living room, or dancing too close for comfort, their body heat so pungent that even she can feel it.

Just when thinks she’s had enough, forewarned by the dull ache brewing between her temples, an arm loops around her shoulder. Legs fling over the couch, splashes of brown and black accentuated by pops of garishly bright hues flutter as Kitty lands in the seat next to her. She levitates a handful of gummies, which, oddly enough, glow like psitanium.

“Elka, baby, so sorry for that wait,” she exclaims, smiling toothily, only to snicker. “Oops, I mean, my bad, Bride of Frankenstein.”

Elka rolls her eyes. She glances at Kitty up and down, remarking, “How long does it take to fix your make-up?”

“Franke got distracted. There was a nice set of legs by the stairs,” Kitty quickly props hers up on the coffee table, nudging aside leftover cups of beer. Her designer leather boots go well with her bedazzled, twine coat and lopsided top hat. “Mine are better, obviously, but hey, Franke has good taste.”

Elka observes how she casually pops in a gummy. Unlike the mad scientist she was meant to emulate, Kitty was a natural free spirit, untethered by opinions. She guessed Kitty was mad in other regards, and Elka felt the corner of her lip curl.

“You know, I don’t think Victor Frankestein was meant to wear any of that. Don’t you think the top hat is a bit much?”

“No way because this is.hot Dr. Frankenstein.”

“You still look nothing like the guy. Quentin thought you were just-” She grins. “-Victorian.” Kitty scoffs, waving dismissively. “I wasn’t going to dress like any boring scientist, or throw on some lame cloak, and call it a night. Otherwise, I’d look like that creep who stole our brains.” She shifts closer to Elka, setting her hand on her thigh and arches a neat brow. “Remember him? Shower cap guy I never got to sue?  I wonder where the hell he ended up. Maybe a catacomb somewhere or…”

Kitty trails off, Her long, slightly pointed nails are painted as crimson as blood, and they tease the fabric of Elka’s dress. She leans in, her face shimmery and golden. The deep magenta of her irises are intoxicating, similar to the glow of the gummies.

Elka’s breath holds in her chest. Kitty is holding tight, her gaze unblinking. She always finds a way to surprise her. Mundane settings or scenarios where intimacy flies free, there’s never a dull moment around Kitty Bubai.

But Kitty’s plum lips twist in a smirk as she offers, “Gummy? They’re strawberry flavored with a tasteful smidgen of THC.”

Holding her ground, pretending the faintly redder hue on her cheeks are uneven splotches of her rouge, Elka snorts. “It’s like you can never ask a question like a normal person.”

She laughs, high and airy. Kitty lugs a leg off the table and over Elka’s shins, hitching herself forward, and Elka breathes in the sweet, marshmallowy scent of Chanel No. 5. “Aw, what? Did you want a trick instead of a treat?” she whispers, and she pinches the gummy between her teeth.

She leans forward, and sugar dusts against Elka’s thin mouth. Kitty presses their lips together, and the party melts from Elka’s peripheral. The gummy slips from Kity to Elka, who stiffens at the tart flavor and the coolness of Kitty’s breath. She knows that when Kitty parts, there will be purple stain across her ebony lips, and involuntarily, her molars grind down on the gummy.

Kitty moves back with a giggle. Hints of jet black dot the edges of her mouth. “Guess that was more of a trick, too, huh?”

Before Elka could retort, strong arms painted a pale green swing over both of their shoulders. Their Frankenstein has finally arrived. Franke wears the ripped, patched long cat with style, adding an extra, loose layer to her sturdy frame. With matching bolts in her neck, wearing a choker gifted by Kitty, she grins from ear to ear, the painted stitches over her mouth lifting.

“So, hey, can I get in on that?” she asks, leaning so far into the couch that she may as well just fall over. She winks at Elka. “I can’t have my bride have all the fun, yeah?”

Kitty wastes no time repeating it with Franke. Elka watches as they kiss, Franke’s head away from her, and Kitty is in full view. Her eyes are still open, clearly enjoying herself, and like Franke, she shoots Elka a wink.

Elka snakes her hand behind her hot neck. Yet, she smiles, fondness blossoming in her chest like the spark of life that had awoken both the bride and monster. She leans into Franke’s back, draping her arms around her torso, and she heaves a sigh, relishing in a party that has long bubbled away like a tonic in a cauldron.

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Ratio redesign (full art)

[ID: A redesign of Dr. Ratio from Honkai: Star Rail. His clothes are reminiscent of a Byzantine priest, showing three layers of clothes- a long, white dress, a shorter blue one, and a dark blue shawl- along with a golden stole, featuring the logo of the intelligensia guild. On his head are two golden branches, like that of his original design. He retains the shoes an chest acessory of the original, as well /End ID]

[py-dreamer]

And here's the finished piece y'all!

(here's the WIP for comparison \'/\'/)

I will say, I do hope this was worth the wait and there are noticable improvements!

Honestly pretty proud of this piece!

(Also sorry I couldn't post this earlier, I had to complete some work before finishing this ^u^')

and see! I did promise Bai He the spotlight and y'all received!

I will admit, I MIGHT have gotten a bit carried away with the embelishments and embroidery but COME ON.

I know practically speaking, there wouldn't be this much embroidery and pattern on her outfit for someone living in the wild and well... a monkey BUT STILL

I just wanted her to match with Mac and achieve that gypsy look is all! I already went full force with him so why not give a little pizazz to his daughter?

(BTW, ALL members of the shadowalkers fam will eventually get their own tulle shawl/wrap thingy. You'll just have to wait for me to design Wukong & Mk)

Headcanon that Mac & Bai He made parts of their clothes together and while Mac was busy doing his own thing, Bai He befriended a cat but it got it's paws in the paint and walked all over her shawl. Then Mac comes back to the mess and Bai He decides to keep it like that. XD

Also Bai He was learning sewing and stuff (cause she rips her own clothes so often she needs to learn how to patch it up) and did the embellishments by herself and was so proud of it afterwards. (Like if Mac can get clouds on his robe in canon, then Bai He can have flowers and butterflies on her dress)

Actually y'know what? No this isn't headcanon. This is canon to the au now.

I was originally going to place the embellishments at the hem of the dress almost like a trim, but that looked too uniform so then I remembered Mirabel's dress and took inspo from that.

Additionally, I kind of retconned the purple dress in Mac's piece. I knew pink was kind of Bai He's signature but I just didn't know how well that pastel/barbie pink would fit into the foresty background but hey! We got there eventually.

You might also notice that her wristbands are present this time!

Maybe as she got older, Macaque started teaching her how to make more stuff (he is an artist after all; made his own plays, drawings, a video game) he helped her make her wristbands.

At first they were just going to have her name engraved into it but then I remembered Macaque's lantern and how it used the character for light in it's design and I thought that was super cool so I kinda stole it for my design heh...

Mei was actually a bit last minute cause Merlin wasn't in the original shot but I wanted to give Mei some screentime too since she is rather underrated. And it was a fun challenge to shade her feathers

Not much to say bout' MK, he's just good ol Mk in this one.

I will admit the hair was a little tricky here cause again: shading dark hair is a pain in the &ss but the yellow sunlight made it a bit easier

Surprisingly the hardest part of this was the background

Turns out colour picking directly from screenshots won't ALWAYS work (^~^')

hope u had fun listening to my lil au!

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