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someone asked for end of year wips and i lost the post where i answered them đ i dont remember their name but i'm posting the wip again...
might be my biggest 'project' from this year which i will eventually get done with and post
i absolutely hate doing backgrounds
#end of year wips#jaime lannister#cersei lannister#tommen baratheon#asoiaf#wip#dont post this anywhere shhhh#ask.#my art.
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eyes emoji!!
tommen getting tyrellified ⤠*cersei voice*: margaery's turning my son GAY
(end of year wips)
#circuslollipop#end of year wips#my art#there is a colored version of this but its so ugly I like it better like this
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awright here we go
#a VERY late start this year but better late than never!#the THING IS we ended up leaving LAST year's up all year so I had to cut down the old one before I could even start#which didn't take that long but ended up being kind of a mental roadblock I guess dgkjhdkfg#bit high-centered this year! that's going to get annoying to work on slightly faster than usual hehe#but it's gonna look nice đđ#wip#... do I have a tag for this. I probably should huh#spiderweb#big web#hm#about me
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get out of that dusty attic and have a sleepover with your sister idiot
#my art#persona 5#futaba sakura#akira kurusu#this wip is from like a year ago so. looks a bit off DFHGJDFGFHSD#so its not new but i just got the shading done. this shits been haunting me#no sh/taba tags Please or i will actually end your life
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Replica WIP: Leo goes up against a familiar enemy! Sorry this next update is going to uh... take a while. I will admit I am extremely out of my element with action scenes, but it's been fun trying to get what's in my head down onto digital paper. Hopefully it'll be worth the wait.
SPOILER on how this will end below the cut.
#or at least how it will end in another 16 years#sorry#not sorry#ok a little sorry#WIP#replica#rottmnt replica#save rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#tmnt
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could i get a fabian pretty pls⌠possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine
based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me
#my clerical gnomance logo made by veddabredda#<- forgot to add this a while ago aaah sorry#i already had the possession wip in my files when u sent this ask#so i decided to draw another fabian ehe#idk if uve seen it anon but i did end up finishing and posting the possession piece :D#IF ANY1 FINDS THE ORIGINAL FAKE TWT THREAD PLEASE TELL ME BTW ILL RB IT#in my head he's talking to jawbone but this might be the most uncanonical thing ive ever drawn#fabian has not thought once in his life that perhaps he needs therapy. Perchance#fabian seacaster#fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#my art#guys i will get to all....most....(some) art rqs eventually in uhh due time#i get distracted drawing other stuff xd#asks#reqs
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fell in love (at the water)
#this comic took me SO long. i MEAN it#been in the wips for over a year#i started it on last year's dect anniversary#but im happy with it :)!!! and i finally got it done#still the same melancholic feeling throughout#dreams end come true#mirage#v2#mv2#ultrakill#dect#gen art#song is by candy claws#first page v2s arm is on the wrong side#you WILL ignore that
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Death đĄď¸ Lady Knight Tarot đĄď¸
#my art#art#death#major arcana#tarot#death tarot#made for the Lady Knight tarot with some amazing artists and friends!#thank you for Lyanna for organising it đ¤đŤś#I was pretty slow with this one...almost took 2 years to make some progress đ
#originally I wanted it to look more like the actual death tarot but scrapped that in the end and just let myself to flow with it~#I uploaded some of the abandoned wips to my insta!#Eldrtchmn#check the other artists on our carrd!!
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Guess who reached the endgame with Yes Man (me Rico)
and a cursed rex (not my fault, heâs literally like this)
#wip#not sure I will ever finish this#rico#fallout new vegas#yes man#rex fnv#ed e#fallout#fallout oc#sketch#MY FAVORITE ENDING#ANARCHY ROAD#I don't know if this is spoiler ugh yes it is??#well the game is almost 15 years old come on#had this in my drafts#my art
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Heart of Vipers - Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader
Summary: After an ill-fated confrontation with Ominis' family, you come to learn that they want you for themselves. More specifically, they want your abilities for themselves. Ominis is less than pleased with the revelation and returns home with the intention of proving that the only person you belong to is him.
Alternatively summarized as Dominis turning into a possessive alpha male in the wake of his family's sudden interest in you.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor depictions of violence, explicit sexual content, rough/possessive sex Ă la Dominis
Descriptions of Marvolo and Aleister Gaunt heavily credited to legacyshenanigans
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 (as always with more eclectic tags)
This was a bad idea. Truly one of the worst ones you had come up with in recent timesâ which was saying something when you stopped to consider all the stupid shit youâd gotten yourself into since starting at Hogwarts. But this was a decision born of desperation, and one that you adamantly refused to go back on.Â
Not that you could, realistically. You were already here.Â
The Gaunt Estate was massive. It was an imposing structure, shrouded in a perpetual darkness that seemed to kill off even the tiniest slivers of light, and youâd noted the distinctly foul scent of dark magic that encased the mansion from roughly a mile away. There were no Floo Flames to utilize for travel, so youâd been forced to apparate to Great Hangleton and walk the remaining six miles to reach your destination. This was your first time setting foot anywhere near Ominisâ childhood home, and the threat of splinching yourself by apparating to an unfamiliar location was a very legitimate concern.Â
You almost wished youâd taken the gamble, if only to spare yourself the harrowing journey on foot.Â
Ominis had to already be inside the manor, having left long before you decided you would follow him to essentially eavesdrop on his meeting with his family. You had never seen him so agitated in the hours leading up to his departure, and it was entirely due to the letter heâd received from his father. What it had said, you didnât know, but you knew Ominis well enough to figure out that it wasnât anything good. His entire demeanor had changed upon reading the apparent summons, but he wouldnât tell you a lick of what it was about. Heâd promised to return home as soon as he was able and left without so much as a goodbye kiss.Â
The memory only reinforced the fact that this was a really bad idea. What the hell were you thinking?Â
Now that you were actually here, you had no clue how to go about your poorly thought out plan. Going inside had always been the goal, but now that you were face to face with the blood-chilling building, you found yourself hesitating. Something told you that getting out would be a lot harder than getting in. You didnât even know where Ominis could be, especially if the interior was as gargantuan as the exterior. Getting lostâ or Merlin forbid, caught and torturedâ seemed like the most plausible outcome.Â
It was as the saying went; curiosity killed the cat. You seriously hoped you wouldnât end up dead as a result of your inquisitiveness.Â
Forcing one foot in front of the other, you started down the gravel path towards the arched double doors with your wand in hand. Your anxiety was like a physical entity hiding within your chest, but you smothered it beneath the overwhelming desire to ensure that Ominis was okay. While you knew he could handle himself, his familyâs reputation preceded them, and youâd feared the worst earlier when you had borne witness to his expression shifting into something far more sinister than you were accustomed to.Â
You cast a disillusionment charm for extra measure before giving the handle a testing twist, relieved to find that the door was unlocked. It wouldnât surprise you if there were other safeguards in place that you were unaware of, but pressing on despite that unknown possibility was a risk you were willing to take. You opened the door a crackâ just enough for you to squeeze through before quickly shutting it behind youâ and you were instantly encased in suffocating darkness.Â
The windows that lined the walls were evidently just for show.Â
It smelled distinctly old inside, as though there had never been a time when the mansion wasnât inhabited. The wooden columns that lined the entryway were cracked and worn, stretching all the way towards the vaulted ceilings before disappearing into the inky shadows high above. There was a striking amount of antique looking decor that lined the walls; from suits of armor, to ornate vases perched atop mahogany tables. Straight across from the front door was a giant portrait of what could only be the Gaunt family.
Ominis was nowhere to be found in it.Â
The sound of distant, unintelligible voices echoed throughout the vast foyer from somewhere deeper in the house, drawing your attention and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Your eyes scanned the room once more before you were furtively moving further into the room in the direction of the noise.Â
Following the sound of the voices brought you to a giant oak doorwayâ a mere fraction of the size of the main entrance, but still obscenely large. From within you could hear a man you didnât recognize, his throaty timbre one that seemed to command attention, and you couldnât suppress the shiver that danced down your spine. Nothing about his tone sounded pleasant.Â
âItâs been put off long enough,â you heard the man say as you sidled up directly against the door, careful not to lean on it too much and risk shoving it open. âWe entertained your rebelliousness while you were at school, but Apollonia has anticipated this union for years now. It will happen. Whether youâre a willing participant, however, is up to you.â
âYou already know my stance on the matter.â Ominis. âIâd sooner dig my own grave before I let you marry me off to that deplorable woman. Sheâs psychoticââÂ
âA non-issue,â interjected the older voice.Â
âPerhaps itâs irrelevant to you, but not to me,â Ominis snapped. You hardly recognized the threatening lilt in his voice; he sounded thoroughly fed up with the discussion, and you briefly wondered how long heâd been going at it with the unknown man. ��Sheâs utterly wicked. Moreover sheâs family. Have you forgotten my opposition to these incestuous relations you continue to shove down my throat?âÂ
At this point, you were almost positive the deeper voice belonged to Ominisâ father. You knew next to nothing about the man, other than the fact that Ominis loathed him with his entire being. Before you could delve further into your thoughts, a distinctly feminine voice filtered through the thin slit in the doorway, sounding colder than ice.Â
âAleister, give it a rest. If he wants to be dragged to the altar instead of walking down it, then so be it.âÂ
Ominisâ laugh was crass and devoid of any genuine humor, and you could practically hear the sneer in his rebuttal. âBold of you to assume Iâll let myself be dragged anywhere. Try it and see what happens.âÂ
âI just donât understand why youâre so opposed to this,â the woman continued as though he hadnât even spoken. âYou never used to fight us to this extentâ youâve always known what was expected of you as a Gaunt. Does that girl from Hogwarts have anything to do with this?âÂ
Your entire body went rigid at the mention of yourself, and a tense silence descended over the room. It was suddenly so quiet that you were certain you could hear a pin dropâ but in this case the lack of sound allowed you to pick up on something shifting across the floorboards closer to you. You had barely glanced over your shoulder before you were jumping away from the door with your heart hammering in your chest.Â
The biggest snake youâd ever seen in your life was slithering across the floor, its iridescent scales somehow reflecting the nonexistent light within the hallway. Your eyes went wider than saucers as you stepped away as much as you could, silently backing yourself into the tiny alcove beside the doorway in a bid to remain undetectedâ because if there was one thing the wizarding world had taught you, it was that beasts of any kind were far more intelligent than they were given credit for. The snakeâs long, forked tongue flicked out incessantly as it made its way towards the doors, but it stopped short of the entryway to pivot its massive head in your direction.Â
It was looking right at you.Â
Fuck.
Your body tensed in anticipation of the worst; maybe it was venomous and youâd die quickly, or maybe it was more inclined to strangle the life out of you before depositing your corpse in front of Ominis and his parents. The thought made your stomach churn, and your eyes flicked down to confirm that yesâ the disillusionment charm was still workingâ but that didnât seem to matter where the reptile was concerned, and you mentally chided yourself for ever having let your curiosity get the better of you.Â
The conversation on the other side of the door continued as your staring contest with the snake pressed on. âThat girl is none of your concern. If you know whatâs good for you, youâll refrain from speaking to me about her.âÂ
âOminis,â Aleister admonished with a rough voice. âDonât you dare speak to your mother that way. Such hostility for some witch we know nothing aboutâ perhaps itâs time to rid you of her influence once and for all. Sheâs proving to be a greater distraction than I had anticipated.â
Your eyes stayed glued to the snakeâs, but your blood ran cold.Â
âOver my dead body. If you so much as look at herââ
âThat can be arranged. No son of mine will be consorting with some harlot of unknown blood purity. Youâd be better off in the graveââÂ
âAleister!â Ominisâ mother yelled, silencing the back and forth bickering instantaneously, and you found the willpower to shift your feet sideways so you could better make a break for the front door.
There was another flick of the creatureâs tongue as it blatantly scented your presence, but it made no move to inch closer to you. While you were grateful to still be breathing, you were also deeply, irrevocably afraid, and you came to the resolute decision that it was time to get the hell out of there.Â
You moved out of the alcove slowly while maintaining what you deemed to be a safe enough distance from the snake, and all the while its thin, slitted pupils followed your movements. The blasted thing had an awareness to it that sent shivers down your spine, overwhelming you with the urge to run and get away, but vigilance was key. It wasnât poised to strike, but that just made you even more nervous.Â
Why wasnât it attacking you?Â
You adamantly refused to turn your back on the reptile, so you kept your front to it as you skirted the edge of the wall in the direction of the entrance. The discussion between Ominis and his parents was muffled nowâ their voices distinctly lower after his mother had cut off their argument with her biting toneâ but you no longer cared to listen in. You craved safety, and nothing about the Gaunt household offered that.Â
As you came upon the final stretch of the hallway, the snake flicked out its tongue once more before it was turning around to begin slithering towards you, and the remnants of your bravery evaporated. Fear overtook you, and the disillusionment charm that had shrouded you in transparency fell away as you pivoted and bolted around the corner. A chill-inducing hiss echoed from down the corridorâ the first real sound youâd heard the animal makeâ and it only served to propel you towards the exit even faster.
The gargantuan double-doors swam into view, and just as you were reaching out to curl your fingers around the handle, a strong arm was coiling around your waist and hauling you backwards with enough force to give you whiplash. A startled, pained yelp was expelled from your lungs as you were slammed into the wall beside the doors, and your hip connected painfully with a tiny side table that careened against the floor. The vase that had been perched atop it shattered loudly, the ceramic pieces scattering across the tile, but you barely got the chance to gauge the extent of the damage before an unfamiliar face was blocking your sight.Â
âWell well well, just look at what the cat dragged in. Get lost on your way home, doll?â Â
It took a second for the statement to register, but once it had, you were craning your head back to glare boldly at the arrogant sounding man. His tawny eyes were narrowed down at you in amusement, his thick forearm pinned horizontally across your chest to restrain you firmly in place between himself and the wall, and the predatory look in his gaze had your stomach sinking into your feet. Everything about him screamed dangerous; from the unruly hair that curled around his temples to the animalistic way he bared his teeth at youâ there wasnât a doubt in your mind that the man would kill you if he deemed it acceptable. You cursed yourself silently for having put yourself in such a predicament in the first place.Â
The imposing man cocked his head to the side coyly as he teased, âI hardly think I deserve such a cruel expression when youâre the one sleuthing around my house uninvited.â
Your mouth opened and shut a few times before you managed to stammer out, âI-I wasnâtââÂ
âDonât deny it,â he cut you off quickly. âWhat other reason would Ominisâ little plaything have for being here? I sincerely doubt the house-elves held the door open for you.âÂ
The term âplaythingâ made you scowl, distracting you from the fact that the man even knew who you were, and you brazenly planted your hands against his firm chest to shove him away. It was like pushing against an immovable boulder. âIâm not his plaything, you pratââ
His free hand shot up in a flash to grip the sides of your jaw painfully, the look on his face darkening tenfold as he growled, âCareful now, Iâd hate to lose my temper and take away my brotherâs pet.â The fingers splayed under your face tightened a fraction as the crazed man angled your head to the side, shamelessly pressing his nose against the sensitive skin of your throat before he inhaled deeply. You shuddered uncomfortably at the contact. âAlthough Iâm beginning to understand his infatuation a bit. You smell⌠different. What is that, exactly?âÂ
You had no fucking clue what he was referring to, nor did you care to find out. Each passing second brought the towering man closer into your personal space, and when one of his legs started to weasel its way in-between yours, you found yourself attempting to writhe out of his ironclad grip. âLet go of me,â you demanded in a low voice, doing your best to keep your words steady and hide the rampant unease in your tone.Â
âAnswer my question,â he countered easily. âOr Iâll snap your scrawny neck and be done with it. Makes no difference to me whether you live or dieââÂ
âIf you have any desire to keep those slimy hands of yours, youâll remove them this instant, Marvolo.âÂ
Your eyes widened at the sound of Ominisâ booming voice echoing throughout the foyer, which had the elder Gaunt smiling wickedly at you. He didnât bother turning around, opting to stay right where he was and drop his fingers lower so he could squeeze around your windpipe, and you knew your choked gasp reached Ominisâ ears when he swore viciously and began walking closer.Â
âDid I stutter? I said to unhand her, you cretin.â
Marvolo tutted disapprovingly, angling his head to the side so he could better keep track of Ominis coming up behind him, but he kept his eyes glued to yours all the while. âCome now, Ominis. You know how I feel about rats, and she was certainly scurrying around like one.â
You finally caught sight of the blond over Marvoloâs shoulder, and the look on his face was downright murderous. His dark, expressive brows were slammed down atop his milky-blue irises, and his pursed lips contorted into a scowl as he leveled his wand with the back of the taller manâs head. Ominis continued to side-step closer, moving with the prowess of a wolf stalking its prey, and to your immense satisfaction Marvolo broke eye contact with you to fix his gaze on his brother.Â
Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he looked wary.Â
âLast chance,â Ominis grit out through his clenched teeth. âLet her go. Or youâll be nothing more than a stain on the floor.âÂ
The sharp laugh Marvolo let slip past his lips was positively wicked, and Ominisâ threat only served to motivate his brother into tightening his hand around your throat. Stars danced in the corners of your eyes then, and your own hand shot up to grip at the manâs thick wrist in an attempt to pry his fingers away from your windpipe. Panic flooded your brain, your racing heart drowning out the sound of Ominisâ angry voice as your pulse thundered in your ears. Fight or flight was probably an appropriate way to describe what you were feeling, but Marvolo was making both options impossible to act on.Â
He wasnât listening to Ominis. He probably never would. You would have to get yourself out of this mess on your own.Â
Marvolo was barking out insults and threats over his shoulder, taunting Ominis into hurting him as he called his younger brotherâs bluff. You were able to school your nerves long enough to focus and dig deep inside of yourself in search of the magic you so rarely touched. Isidoraâs abilities were as much of an unknown now as they had been when youâd first absorbed them, but it was comparable to a living entity within you, and the phantom presence of her magic roared to life as you called upon it.Â
You felt the strange, darker magic crackle over your skin, and Marvoloâs head whipped back around to stare at you with his pupils blown wide. Whatever he saw reflected in your eyes was enough to spark alarm in his heart, and a sick, twisted part of you relished in the apprehension that washed over his features.Â
âWhat the fuck is that?â His hand around your throat loosened a fraction, but you werenât about to let him walk away from this unscathed. The arm that had been hanging limp at your side stretched out until your palm was directly against his chest, and you couldnât help but grimace when the red bolts of magic skirted across your forearm and blasted straight into his sternum.Â
Marvolo went flying with a barely there gruntâ his arms and legs flailing as he tried to find purchaseâ to no avail. He hit the stone floor and slid an additional ten feet or so until he came to rest just beside the corridor youâd run out of earlier, and your blood ran cold when an older, imposing man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out from within the hallway. The look on his face was enough to spur you into action then, and you spared a quick, panicked glance at Ominis before you peeled off of the wall and threw the front door open.Â
The cool night air was like a slap to your face, sobering you up instantaneously and driving you to pump your legs harderâ fasterâ as you sprinted down the path that led to the dark forest surrounding the property. There was a bang from somewhere behind you and an animalistic sound you could only describe as a snarl, but you didnât dare look back. Not when it could potentially cost you dearly.Â
âMarvolo!â Ominis shouted, his voice angry and distant, but as the footsteps slapping against the gravel behind you got closer and closer, you realized it had to be him giving chase. Your heart hammered in your chest and in your earsâ drowning out the sound of the encroaching danger hot on your heelsâ but you knew there would be no outrunning Marvolo. That crazed look in his eyes youâd seen earlier told you everything you needed to know; he would pursue you to the end of the damn country on foot if need be, and you had no intention of getting caught to find out what he had planned for you.Â
Another growl sounded from over your shoulder, causing you to will your brain out of flight-mode and force your magic into action. It surged in your blood, coursing through your veins as you thought of homeâ of safety.Â
One second you were running, and in the next you had apparated. Marvoloâs hand came down on empty air, his heels digging into the ground as he skidded to a stop and realized what had happened. You were already long gone, but his rage-filled roar shook the foundation of the manor, somehow echoing in your ears as you collapsed to your knees in the center of your living room.Â
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Your eyes stung as the steam from the bath wafted up into your face, your gaze never straying from the surface of the water. It had been nearly two hours since your narrow escape from Ominisâ childhood home and you had been in the tub for the majority of itâ calming your frayed nerves and racing heart with deep breaths that did little to quell the anxiety that still riddled you. The hot water had been charmed back to scalding temperatures twice now, having gone cold multiple times already as you sat with your knees curled against your chest and replayed every second of your fortuitous run-in with Marvolo Gaunt.Â
The ache in your hip throbbed to life every time you thought back to the primal glint that had flashed in Marvoloâs eyes as heâd thrown you into that table. What had started as a tender red spot on your side had transformed into a nasty, colossal bruise, stark and obvious against your bare skin. You hadnât been able to so much as glance at the finger shaped bruises that wrapped around your neck without feeling nauseous.Â
Youâd made a mistake in following Ominisâ that much was certain.Â
The man in question had yet to return home, and as a result, the seemingly bottomless pit of unease in your chest only worsened. Part of you was ashamed for having left him alone to face his familyâs scrutiny after literally breaking and entering, but you knew he wouldnât have had it any other way. There wasnât a doubt in your mind that he would have found a way to get you out as quickly as possible if you hadnât done so yourself.Â
Still, you worried.Â
Another fifteen minutes passed without a sound from within the house, and you dimly registered that the water had gone cold once more. You were half tempted to heat it up again and spend the remainder of the night turning yourself into a human-sized prune, but the ache in your back from staying curled up for so long diminished the idea quickly. Swiftly, you hoisted yourself out of the water, using the rim of the tub to steady yourself as you stood and began drying yourself off. Rivulets of water still cascaded down your body as you draped your robe over your shoulders, but you couldnât muster up the energy to care. Fatigue overtook you as you combed through your hair with your fingers and padded into your bedroom, and the second you laid down atop the sheets, your eyes were drifting shut.Â
You had no idea how long you slept before the distinct feeling of the mattress dipping roused you from your light slumber. The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the pulsing, red glow that emanated from Ominisâ wand as he hovered it over you, and you slowly started to blink the fog from your eyes.Â
You had no clue how he realized you were awake, but his voice was unmistakably tight as he asked you, âWhere are you hurt?âÂ
It took your brain a second to fully register the question, and you propped yourself up on your elbow as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and muttered, âWhat?âÂ
âYou screamed,â he gritted through clenched teeth, and despite the low visibility in the room, you watched as his grip on his wand turned white knuckled. âI heard you earlier. You were in painâ I know itâs the truthâ so tell me now, where are you hurt?âÂ
On cue, the bruise on your hip throbbed to life, and you swiftly placed your hand on top of it while silently cursing yourself for not having brewed any Wiggenweld potions after returning home. Evidently your mind had been too jumbled to do the most logical thing following the altercation. âItâs not that badââ you started to say, but Ominis cut you off before you could downplay the injury any further.Â
âPlease,â he implored you, silencing you instantly with his pleading tone. âIâm trying to leave this up to you, but donât think for a second I wonât figure it out for myself if you donât tell me.â
Something about the desperate look on his face made you pause, and you took a moment to really take in the sight of him. He was paleâ far paler than normalâ and the way his brows furrowed told you that he was more anxious than you realized. His posture was still impeccable but less poisedâ closer to rigid. His shoulders barely moved, giving the illusion that he was hardly breathing, and you honestly werenât sure he was at this point.Â
In short, Ominis looked petrified.Â
Your lips formed a hard line as your gaze traversed his stiff form, swallowing thickly before you slid your hand away from your hip to reveal the dark purple blotch that decorated your side. âMy hip,â you murmured, afraid that if you spoke the truth too loudly, the tentative composure Ominis was keeping would vanish.Â
The muscle in his jaw ticked, and the hand he didnât have wrapped around the handle of his wand came to skim along your waist before hovering ever so slightly above the bruise. âWhere else?âÂ
âThis is the worst of the damageââ
âWhere else?â His voice was deeper and rougher than you were accustomed to hearing, and the notable difference had your stomach flipping over on itself. It left you feeling queasy, and you honestly couldnât tell if he was mad at you or at the situation as a whole.Â
ââŚMy neck,â you relented quietly, all too aware of the blatant anger that overtook Ominisâ face. âAt least I returned the favor,â you added quickly with a half-smile, trying to lessen the severity of the claim. It was a failed attempt, however, seeing as the man averted his unseeing gaze to the floor and shook his head minutely. Dimly, you watched as he waved his wand over his free hand, and a small vial of Wiggenweld appeared in the center of his palm before he wordlessly handed it to you. Given his tense demeanor, you opted not to say anything as you took it and removed the cork, then drank down the earthy contents graciously. The relief was instantaneous, and through the darkness of the room you managed to catch sight of the bruise on your hip fading away entirely.Â
Your tiny sigh of relief reached Ominisâ ears, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to dissipateâ albeit barely. âYou should never have gone there. Why would you set foot anywhere near that damnable house? Do you have any idea the kind of danger you put yourself inâ the kind of danger that youâre still in?â
At that, you finally pushed yourself up so you were sitting with your back against the pillows, setting aside the empty vial so you could clasp Ominisâ free hand in yours. His skin was cool to the touch, and you noted the miniscule tremors that emanated from him as you squeezed the appendage to will his attention back to you. âIâm sorry, Ominis. I was worried about youâ you were so upset before you left earlier and I was scared that your family would do something to you.âÂ
âOf course they want to do something to me. Theyâve tried puppeting me into a version of myself they can tolerate for my entire life, but itâs for that very reason that I can handle them. Iâve told you what theyâre likeâ how relentless they areâ and still you went there.â His head finally snapped back in your direction, and the expression on his face was one you were certain you would never forget; it was a mask of desperation, fear, and most notably, rage. âYou have no idea what youâve doneâ what it means now that theyâve seen you and what you can do.â
Youâd hadnât really done much of anything, aside from blasting Marvolo across the foyer before running for your life. Still, his words kindled a spark of fear in your chest, and your hold on his hand turned loose and clammy. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âBefore tonight, you were just an unknown witch Iâd been⌠âcavortingâ with, in my fatherâs eyes. Easy to get rid of should the need arise. Until earlier, they didnât believe you to be exceptionally powerful or particularly useful.â
The sudden dryness in your throat became painfully obvious. âUseful how?âÂ
âThe Gauntâs value power and authority over everything. Both things guarantee them the influence they need to further their own ends, and as unknown as your abilities are to them, they are undeniable. Theyâd be fools to ignore such a potent form of magic, and as much as I detest my family and their convoluted values, Iâll be the first to admit that they arenât stupid. They will find a way to make that power their ownâ blood purity be damnedâ and stealing you away and marrying you off to my brother would be their most likely course of action.â
Ominis practically spat the word, his teeth bared and eyes narrowed as murderous thoughts of his brother flew through his mind. Your own head was reeling at the revelation, nausea crashing over you as you thought back to Marvolo and the sadistic way heâd smiled as he tried choking the life out of you. Someone like that wouldnâtâ no, couldnât have a caring bone in their body. But you also knew that someone of his caliber was bound to be determined to get what he wanted, and if Ominis believed that his family now sought to obtain you for their own ends, Marvolo would do everything in his power to make it happen.Â
You had really, really fucked up.Â
Somewhere in-between thinking of Ominisâ brother and the sickening idea of being kidnapped, your breathing had kicked up dramatically. You didnât notice, but the blond man beside you certainly did. Ominis turned fully so his torso was angled towards you, feeling around the bed for your other hand before clasping your trembling limbs in his cooler ones, and your wide eyes flicked back up to meet his. âI wonât let them have you. Do you hear me? If they so much as glance at you, Iâll leave them wishing they had never set their sights on you.â
âYou canât know that,â you whispered, and your voice was unrecognizable to you. It was small and shaky, timid and so very, very afraid. âMarvolo isâ heâs a beast. Heâll kill you in a heartbeat, Ominis. Youâll die and it will be all my fault. I-Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, this is all my faultââÂ
In a flash, Ominis silenced you with a kiss. It took you by surprise, but it was far from an unwelcome oneâ especially when his wand bearing hand slid to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer towards him. You were pleased to discover that the skin there no longer throbbed with discomfort, the Wiggenweld potion heâd given you having done its job for all the bruises, not just the one on your hip. The revelation calmed you further, and before you knew it you were melting against the taller man, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt to cling to him desperately.
Ominis broke away momentarily to murmur against your parted lips, âNo one will ever take you from me, youâre mine.âÂ
Despite the circumstances that led the two of you to this moment, you found yourself enraptured by the possessive declaration, and you couldnât help but lean closer into the blondâs personal space until your hands were sandwiched between his chest and your breasts. Your mouth found his again, and you fervently bit at his bottom lip as you breathily whispered, âIâm yours, Ominis. Only yours.âÂ
Instantly, Ominis was pushing you back towards the headboard until your head knocked against the wooden frame, not once breaking the kiss as he positioned himself on top of you. His long legs came to cage your own against the mattress as he threw his wand to the edge of the bed, freeing both of his hands so he could plant them on either side of your face. Pulling away seemed physically difficult for him but he didnât stray far, opting to rest his forehead against yours and fix his hazy eyes directly on yours. How he knew where to aim his heady stare, you didnât know, but your toes curled at the ardent need for you that reflected in his blue irises.Â
âSay it again,â he implored you with a voice like pure sin.Â
âIâm yours,â you obliged him without missing a beat, and a sigh slipped past your lips as Ominis lowered his face to pepper featherlight kisses along your jaw and down the now unmarred column of your neck. Goosebumps broke out virtually all over your body when you felt one of his cool hands fall to the neckline of your robe, and as Ominis slowly tugged the material apart to expose your bare chest, he sank his teeth into the tender spot above your clavicle. The pain laced pleasure left you moaning his name in earnest, your voice steadily growing louder as his thumb came to graze over one of your nipples.Â
You felt the pressure from his teeth lessen as you arched into his touch, followed by his kiss-swollen lips latching over the bite to suck lightly. âAgain,â he breathed, continuing to work his searing brand into your flesh.Â
There were too many ways to describe his actions; primal, dominant, and greedy, to name a few. Yet there was a softness to his words that left your heart aching within your chestâ a tenderness that spoke volumes of the fear heâd felt upon realizing you had entered into that nest of vipers. He had nearly lost you tonight, and when the hand against your breast shifted down to curl around your waist, you realized he would never allow for it to happen again.Â
âIâm here, Ominis, Iâm right here,â you moaned, your reedy voice bouncing off the walls of the bedroom and causing the man above you to shudder. âIâm here and Iâm yours.âÂ
Before long, Ominis was moving back into your line of sight to capture your lips in another searing kiss. The hand on your waist traversed the bare expanse of your lower stomach before reaching your aching center, and you mindlessly wound your arms around his neck to tug him closer, bucking your hips into his hand as he slid a slender finger through your folds.Â
âMine,â he growled against your parted lips, and your next breath caught in your throat as he tentatively pushed the digit inside your wet heat. Your contented sigh filtered through Ominisâ hypersensitive ears as he pressed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, and the arm he supported himself with trembled minutely as he fought to control his baser urges.Â
After everything that had transpired tonight, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep in your cunt, desperate to feel you clamp down around his cock and suck him in further and further as he claimed you. He longed to mark you, brand you, consume you, in every possible wayâ his familyâs wishes be damned. He would make you his and his alone. Should any of his kin so much as attempt to interject, he vowed he would defend you until his last breathâ and then not even death would stop him. Ominis knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would defy the laws of nature if it meant keeping you safe from harm.Â
As you continued to rock your hips in time with Ominisâ hand, your legs spread apart of their own accord, silently beckoning him closer as you shivered under his dutiful ministrations. Ominis felt the movement and groaned in blatant appreciation, taking advantage of the newfound space to siddle down the bed and kneel comfortably between your legs, and all the while his finger continued to pump in and out of your wet heat languidly. He bestowed another toe-curling kiss upon your lips before breaking away to slide fully down the mattress, your heart stuttering in your chest as he moved low enough to settle between your quivering thighs. It was impossible to overlook the animalistic expression on Ominisâ face as he gazed in your directionâ following the sound of your barely there whimpersâ and your blood ignited in your veins at the sight.Â
All too eager, Ominis wasted little time in securing his grip around your waist with his free arm to better pull you harder onto his finger. The keening sound that slipped from your throat was replaced almost instantly by a guttural moan, drawn forth by the feeling of your loverâs lips latching around your clit to suck enthusiastically, and your head thunked against the headboard as wave after wave of sheer pleasure cascaded through you.Â
Your thighs absentmindedly clenched on either side of Ominisâ head as he shamelessly pulled your bundle of nerves into his mouth, the action accompanied by wet, perverted sounds that had damn near all the blood in your body rushing to your cheeks. âMerlin, Ominisâ fuckââÂ
Beyond a throaty growl, he said nothing. He simply tightened his hold on your waist, his other hand angling itself so he could better curl the finger inside of you, the combined sensations making your head positively spin. Entirely at his mercy, your hands flew to his soft, blond hair as you effectively surrendered to the pure bliss he granted you.Â
If you had been hot and wet already, Ominisâ mouth felt a thousand times more so as he torturously dragged his tongue up your cunt. He removed his finger from your clenching walls and replaced it with the wet muscle, wriggling it as much as he could as though he were desperate to lap up everything that escaped out of you. Your breathing hitched and your hips involuntarily bucked when his ministrations traveled higher towards your clit, and when he finally reached it, the tip of his tongue was slow and methodical as he pressed firm, torturous circles around the throbbing bundle.
Ordinarily, having Ominis appreciatively go down on you would have been the highlight of the night, but given his domineering persona at present, you knew you were just plain fucked now.Â
âOminis, please,â you managed to croak out. âIâm not going to last, Iâ ah!â You practically yelped when the tips of the manâs teeth raked along your inner thigh, nipping at the soft skin there hard enough for you to jolt.Â
âJust relax and let me work,â he muttered coolly, pressing a featherlight kiss to the spot heâd bitten as he dragged his hands down your abdomen to squeeze your tensing thighs.Â
Despite your best efforts, you were quickly losing your grip on anything other than the sensations Ominis was lavishing you with. You felt lightheaded as you attempted to release your tense muscles, struggling to do so as your lover devoured you with reckless abandon. His nose brushed against your clit as he slipped his tongue inside of you once more, the sound of his wet, suckling noises intermingling with your breathy whines as you felt your climax building higher and higher in your gut. You couldnât tell if your arousal was stemming from how Ominis enthusiastically used his tongue, lips, and teeth on you or if it came from the demanding way he directed you, but you decided that you didnât care; every feeling had burrowed deep inside of you and taken root in your mind.Â
You wanted moreâ no, needed more.Â
Head whacking back against the wooden bed frame, you needily tugged at the strands of his hair wrapped around your fingers as you pleaded, âPlease, Ominis, I need youâŚâÂ
Those five words did more to stroke his ego than you would ever know. Right now, Ominis needed you to need him. He wanted you to succumb to his ministrations and bend to his will, all to parry the baseless demands of his deranged family. There wasnât a chance in hell he would ever willingly hand you over to themâ much less to Marvoloâ and through your rapture-filled begging, he knew he had succeeded.Â
You were wholly and unequivocally his.Â
He pulled away for a moment to run his hands up your thighs, over your hips, then along the pebbled peaks of your breasts. The way you trembled at his touch told him everything he needed to know; you were hanging on by a thread, and he didnât need to see you in order to know you looked absolutely wrecked.Â
Unable to endure a second more of the teasing, Ominis raised himself up on his knees to remove his clothing. Swiftly and efficiently, he dexterously undid the catch of his trousers before shoving the constricting attire down his narrow hips. There was no stopping the sigh of relief that spilled through his clenched teeth as his cock finally sprung freeâ long, heavy, and leaking from the red, swollen tip. With his shirt disheveled, hair mussed, and pants haphazardly hanging below his hip bones, he was truly the picture of temptation. You stared up at him through hooded eyes as he stroked himself a few times, taking in the sight of your lover towering over you as you lay prone atop the sheets beneath him.Â
Once again, Ominisâ uncanny ability to feel your eyes on him surprised you, and a cheshire-like smirk blossomed across his face as he asked, âEnjoying the view?âÂ
âMore than you are, Iâd wager,â you retorted, and Ominis scoffed as his smug expression turned into one of amused disbelief. That mouth of yours was bound to land you in trouble one of these days.Â
âSmartass,â he murmured affectionately, keeping one hand on his shaft as the other reached down in search of your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a bruising strength that only served to intensify the ache between your legs. You aided him by wriggling down the sheets in order to press your ass against his bent knees, and Ominis lowered himself once more so the heavy weight of his cock rested against your spit-slick folds. It was hard for you to believe that the wild haired, smokey-eyed man kneeling between your legs was the same boy who had shyly walked with you to your classes all those years ago. Both of his hands pressed against your hips this time as he sat back on his heels, white teeth flashing as he aligned the head of his manhood against your entrance.Â
âAre you ready for me, darling?â Ominis asked, as though you hadnât been begging for this very outcome minutes before.Â
âYes,â you breathed out shakily, your hands twisting in the fabric of your long-abandoned bathrobe beneath you. âIâmââ
Despite his privileged upbringing, Ominis was a fan of the simple things in life. Good food, long walks during the warmer seasons, and the sound of your voice catching when he took you by surprise and slid inside you abruptly. In one fluid motion, he breached your walls, listening intently to your sharp intake of breath as he inched himself forward until his knees were under your rear and heâd bottomed out completely. The small whimper that slipped from your mouth had a deep, throaty chuckle escaping his, and his thumbs took to tracing encouraging circles against your hips as you clenched around him.Â
âIâm sure you are,â he purred in an infuriatingly sexy tone while you struggled to regain control over your breathing. Instantly, the dim embers of lust within you were rekindled, every inch of your body warm and borderline electric. Your hips writhed in Ominisâ hold in an attempt to wriggle closer, the unyielding grip he had on you coupled with the hungry expression on his face almost enough to make you come undone then and there.Â
âFuck, Ominisââ your words were cut short by a stifled moan as the blond slowly withdrew himself, arching back until only the tip of his cock was inside you before slamming his hips forward in one quick, sharp thrust. Your hands flew to his clothed knees as you dug your nails into the rumpled material of his trousers, desperate to touch every inch of him that you could but struggling to catch your breath in the midst of his slow, methodical thrusts.Â
Well, methodical at first.Â
You could feel Ominisâ acute desire for you with every pump of his hips, and a groan snaked its way out of his chest as he freed one of his hands to reach down and thumb over your clit. You hissed triumphantly through your teeth as you saw his expression slowly shift into something needier, his thrusts becoming less precise and more visceral. With how tight he was gripping you, you were positive the healed bruise from earlier would be replaced by long, finger shaped stripes, but you didnât care. If it was Ominis, it was fine. If it was him claiming you, branding you, consuming you, it was more than fine.Â
The blue-eyed incubus above you seemed to think similarly, if the low rumble in his chest was anything to go by. He was absolutely lost in the euphoria that came with being encased in your pulsing, tight heat, causing him to abandon his pretenses of control and give into his want for you with gusto. The hand he had on your sensitive bundle of nerves returned to grasp your waist, and even elevated as he was, he still had to thrust down into youâ shaking the headboard with every plunge as he effectively fucked you into the mattress.Â
The distinction was clear and evident in your mind as your legs came to wind around Ominisâ waist; the two of you had obviously been intimate before, and you had definitely made love before, but you had never been so carnally fucked like this a day in your life. It was hard to recall if Ominis had ever ravished you with such need in every stroke, enough so that you found yourself unable to control your shaking breaths or the volume of your voice. It was enrapturingâ getting caught up in the way he staked his claim on youâ so intent on fucking himself harder and deeper into you that his own husky murmurs of your name fell from his lips like a mantra.Â
Your inability to fight your moans and curses and feverish pleas for more was what Ominis lived for. The blond craved the sound of your voice like a drug, and he drew unparalleled strength from your vocal satisfaction. Maybe it had more to do with the events of the night than anything else, but hearing you cry his name and feeling you claw at the tops of his thighs made his chest swell with possessive affection, thrilled to hear you unwittingly proclaim that you were in fact his. No one else would ever have youâ no one else would ever find themselves lucky enough to have you reduced to such a state beneath them other than him.Â
âM-More,â you practically sobbed the request as Ominis gripped your hips tighter, dimly registering the thundering crack of the headboard banging against the wall. âMoreâ pleaseâ Iâm s-so closeââ
You asked for it with each breath expelled from your lungs, and Ominis would graciously give it to you. He couldnât have refused you any longer if he wanted to. âYou want to come, darling?â He panted, receiving only whimpering nods in return. âAsk.âÂ
âP-Please, please let me come, I canâtââ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched together hard enough to make your jaw pop. You teetered on the brink of oblivion, waiting only on Ominisâ say-so to fall over the edge which seemed to loom so, so close.Â
âBeg,â Ominis rasped thickly, his fingers tightening and digging into the skin of your hips as he bucked harder against your ass. âBeg for itâ beg for me to let you come.âÂ
You couldnât even find the brainpower to realize he was demanding to hear you say it to fuel his unrepentant hold on you. The taunting, the pleasure laced brutalityâ it was all to assuage the bitter anger that had coursed through his veins upon hearing his family refer to you as tradeable cattle. Later on, he would be collected enough to reassure you that you were your own person, free to make your own decisions and go wherever your heart desired.Â
Right now though, his baser urges had won out, and he needed to hear you say it.Â
Your head slammed into the pillows as your back arched off the mattress, doing your best to shut out the mounting pleasure that threatened to break through your crumbling resolve. âPlease, Ominis! Please let meââ you hiccuped around another gasp, the ache in your gut bordering on unbearable. âL-Let me⌠let meâŚâ
One of his hands released your waist to feel up your torso and curl around the back of your neck, lifting your head off of the pillow so your eyes were on him as he uttered five words that struck something deep inside of you.Â
âThen come for me, love.âÂ
Your breaking point smacked into you hard and fast, leaving you equally breathless and brainless as your mouth fell open around a long, drawn out cry of Ominisâ name. Your climax ripped through you ferociously, your vision flashing white and your muscles tensing for a moment of near perfect silence as your lover continued to thrust in and out of you with unwavering focus. Even after youâd collapsed back against the sheets and gone limp in his arms, Ominis continued to chase his own finish, balancing precariously over you on his elbows and burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the shaky groans he failed to bite back.Â
Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he continued to murmur quiet declarations against your skin that sounded a lot like, âMine.âÂ
Before long, Ominis was following you over the edge with a throaty purr that slithered out of his throat. His arms trembled on either side of your head, his hands gathering fistfuls of the pillows as he buried himself completely inside of you with one final plunge of his hips. You heard the blond moan hoarsely in your ear as he spilled into you, grinding against your ass to milk every last drop of his seed from his twitching member, and when he mouthed wetly against the sweat-slick column of throat before biting down, all you could focus on was the warmth that filled you as you quivered under him.Â
After a few moments of the two of you panting softly, you lifted your hands to Ominisâ clothed back in a bid to usher him to the side. He tensed, however, and you paused as he wedged one of his arms under your back to hold you flush to him as he continued to re-center himself. âNot yet,â you heard him grumble into the hollow of your throat. âNot yet⌠give me a second.âÂ
ââŚAlright,â you relented quickly, only mildly concerned as you wrapped your arms around his slender shoulders. With your fingers tracing lazy shapes against his clothed back, you allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling of Ominisâ weight pressing down on you, his gentle exhales fanning against your clammy skin, and the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your sternum.Â
Given the severity of what had happened at his familyâs house, you werenât sure the two of you would ever get another moment like this again. So, you held on tightly to him in the hopes that the night would last just a little bit longer.Â
The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like hours but realistically could only have been a few minutes, and shortly after Ominis began peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw, your eyes drifted shut as you dozed off once more. When you woke the following morning and found yourself tucked in beneath the sheets, you propped yourself up on your elbow to glance around the otherwise empty room, noting immediately that Ominis was nowhere to be found.Â
In a panicked flurry of movement, you threw off the blankets and were still tying your robe around your waist as you hurriedly shuffled down the hallway. Your dread was smothered in the next instant by overwhelming ease as you rounded the corner to find Ominis in the kitchen, gripping the countertop and working a muscle in his jaw while he hovered his wand over a letter that looked eerily similar to the one heâd received just a day ago.Â
Even though he could hear you approaching, he said nothing as you padded across the room to stand behind him, coiling your arms around his waist to press your front against his back. A shaky sigh escaped him, and you stared at the wall as you contemplated your words before deciding on, âWhat are you reading?âÂ
A pause, âA formal summons for you, inviting you to meet my family officially.âÂ
Your heart fell into your stomach, arms tightening around the taller man a fraction as you pursed your lips in blatant distaste. âWe wonât go,â you announced, and Ominis shifted in your embrace so he could wrap his arms around you to hug you back with a firmness that spoke volumes of his agreement.Â
âWe wonât,â he said. âBut we canât stay here, either. Not anymore.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
He buried his chin in the mess of hair atop your head, shamelessly inhaling your scent before he told you, âWe have to leaveâ go somewhere far awayâ and we canât tell anyone.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
The way his nimble fingers gripped the back of your robe told you of just how conflicted he was to ask this of youâ to uproot your shared lives here to flee the meddling of his family. His voice was laced with remorse as he asked, âAnd youâre okay with that? Truly?â
âI am,â and you really were. There wasnât a lick of hesitation in your voiceâ not a shred of apprehension hidden in your tone at the prospect of packing up and running as far from here as humanly possible. âSo long as weâre together, I am.âÂ
Ominis skimmed his hands up your back to cup your cheeks, angling your head up at him so he could kiss you fully, and you returned the gesture with equal fervor. As long as he was with you, you knew you could do anything. With Ominis by your side, you would fight tooth and nail against every hellish creature or person in existence to ensure your future together.Â
Wherever the two of you ended up, you already knew that your home wouldnât just be some place. It would always be him.
#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x you#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt x female! reader#ominis gaunt smut#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfic#ominis gaunt oneshot#dominis#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#ominis gaunt x mc#at last my final 5 month old wip is complete#maybe you can tell it started one year and ended another but I truly no longer care#I'm FREEEEEEEEE#happy reading my smutty gremlins#my writing
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ok you can ask for the end of the year wips lol i have a lot
you can ask for specific things as well
i cant promise i have all of them but i can make a little treat for you
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cersei and joffrey in some silly outfits I found except I gave up before actually making them silly đ but these were the outfits in question đ
btw I'm pretty sure this is the last time I drew the emo fringe đ end of an era
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The Fall Collection - Witch Vamp design thumbnails
#coming soon#will i actually make all of these in time for the initial collection release?#probably no#but we'll see#and whichever i end up setting aside for now I'll plan on coming back to later#I'm sure this collection will have more pieces added to it next year :3#witch vamp#the fall#the fall collection#wip#wips#work in progress#thumbnail#sketches#design#fashion#fall fashion#dark aesthetic#spooky season#skirts#joggers#indie fashion#fashion design#goth#gothic#alt fashion
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This year's big web! This one marks five years of big web!!!
#finished product sans wip updates!!#it's a couple weeks later than usual this year BUT we've literally never taken it down right after halloween so it's fine lol#doing it around halloween is just an excuse anyway tbh. this isn't a halloween decoration this is a 'jay likes spiders' decoration#I do LIKE the free zone but maybe in the future I'll leave a little more space? đ¤ hm#also I could maybe have filled out more of the frame but 1) I'm at the mercy of Amount Of String On Spool#and I forgot I wanted to try starting a fresh spool for the spirals until after I was already doing them#and 2) honestly I'm so sick of doing it by the end of it anyway gkjhkfdg by the time the spirals are that big it's HARD TO DO!!#about me#my art#spiderweb#big web
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cried a little sketching this out ngl
#caleb widogast#critical role#frumpkin#wip#lo art#im so sad Iâm nearly at the end itâs making me tear up fr#Can u believe I only started c2 in may/June this year#Instant blorboism
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The Water Dog is a prose novel I'm working on - by which I mean, it's not a comic/illustrated story - but thanks to the encouragement of some lovely followers I thought it would be fun to introduce people to the central characters of the book ^_^
#the manuscript will be finished by the end of this year!! i've set the deadline and im sticking to it đ¤đ#the water dog#my writing#my art#my ocs#wip#let me know what you think!
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