#finally drew them full body :D

[soupywprr]

i think they like each other

[josephandrewstarkey]

Drew request!! Drew and Reader early on it to dating. They are still just at that stage where you maybe kiss each other at the end of them, some hand holding. One day Drew surprises reader by showing up at her apartment just because he wants to see her. She doesn’t look in the peephole, thinking it’s her friend (for whatever reason) and opens up in a very sexy set, perhaps a bit see through at the top. And Drew’s brain shortcuts and he looses his gentlemen side (not like full on smut but….he looses his manners)

hi anon! ty for sending this, i love this request sm! i hope you enjoy x

no more manners

warnings: i lowk don’t know, mentions of smut?

pairing: drew starkey x reader

Drew had been thinking about Y/N all day. It was still early in their relationship, where every touch and kiss felt new and exciting. They hadn’t yet crossed the threshold into something deeper, keeping things light and sweet with the occasional kiss at the end of a date or holding hands in the park. But today, something had shifted inside him. He couldn’t wait to see her, to be near her. On a whim, he decided to surprise her by showing up at her apartment.

Y/N, on the other hand, had been lounging in her bedroom, half-expecting one of her girlfriends to come by any minute. She had thrown on a new lingerie set—a delicate, sheer thing she had bought for herself, just because she liked how it made her feel. She hadn’t planned on wearing it for anyone, least of all Drew. But when the knock came at the door, she assumed it was her friend, arriving as planned.

Without thinking twice, she got up and padded to the door, too comfortable in her own space to consider looking through the peephole. She swung the door open, a casual smile on her face.

But it wasn’t her friend.

Drew stood there, eyes wide, his mouth parting slightly as his gaze trailed down from her face to the very revealing lingerie she had on. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he didn’t move—his brain seemingly short-circuited.

Y/N froze in place, the realization hitting her all at once. “D-Drew!” she gasped, her face flushing a deep crimson as she instinctively moved to cover herself. “Oh my god, I thought you were my friend!”

Drew blinked, finally snapping out of his daze, but his expression was still one of awe, his gaze slowly lifting back to hers. “Clearly, I’m not,” he said, his voice lower than usual, rough around the edges. He took a step forward, the door clicking shut behind him. “You—uh—wow, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting this.”

Y/N, flustered beyond words, tried to laugh it off. “I wasn’t either,” she mumbled, her arms wrapping around herself in a futile attempt to cover the sheer fabric. “I thought you were my friend. I wouldn’t have—”

Drew shook his head, cutting her off, his eyes softening as he took her in. “Don’t,” he said quietly, reaching out to gently pull her hands away from her body. “Don’t hide. You look… beautiful.” His thumb lightly brushed against her wrist, sending sparks through her skin.

She bit her lip, her heart racing as she looked up at him. There was something different in his eyes, something darker, more intense than she’d ever seen before. It made her knees feel weak, and suddenly the space between them felt too charged, like the air was thick with unspoken desire.

Drew’s gaze wandered down again, lingering on the delicate lace of her lingerie. He swallowed hard, his fingers tracing the line of her arm before settling at her waist. His usual gentlemanly nature seemed to be slipping away, overtaken by a need he hadn’t shown before. “You really should check the peephole,” he said, his voice a low rasp, “because I’m not sure I can be the perfect gentleman when you open the door looking like this.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding her waist and pulling her gently but firmly against him. Her head spun as she felt the heat of his body through the thin material of her lingerie. “Drew…” she whispered, unsure of what to say, her voice trailing off as his fingers skimmed the lace along her sides.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’ve been trying to take things slow with you,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers. “But, Y/N, you’re making it really hard right now.”

Her pulse quickened as his lips hovered over hers, not quite touching but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. She could feel her resolve crumbling, the space between them disappearing as she leaned into him. “Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” she whispered, barely audible.

That was all Drew needed.

His lips crashed onto hers, the kiss far more urgent and intense than any they’d shared before. His hands roamed up her sides, fingers gripping the soft fabric of her lingerie as he pulled her even closer, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest as she clung to him, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all.

Drew broke the kiss just long enough to look down at her, his chest rising and falling heavily. “God, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his hands still firmly planted on her waist.

She smiled breathlessly, feeling the same heat coursing through her. “Maybe you can show me.”

With that, Drew’s lips were on hers again, and all the careful, restrained moments they’d shared before seemed to vanish as the desire between them took over. It wasn’t full-on yet, but Drew had definitely lost his gentlemanly side, and Y/N didn’t mind one bit.

[suugarbabe]

La lectora f!reader una chica con una personalidad muy atrevida y extrovertida, mientras que Lorenzo es todo lo contrario. No puede estar sin sonrojarse ante los comentarios que le hace el lector. Al lector le gusta follárselo, haciéndolo suplicar, llorar y gritar hasta que Lorenzo le dice que no puede más y que necesita correrse.

okay so i had to google translate this request but i think i got the gist of it I'm including the translation i'm working off of so hopefully this is what you were wanting!

prompt: The f!reader reader is a girl with a very daring and outgoing personality, while Lorenzo is the complete opposite. He cannot be without blushing at the comments that the reader makes to him. The reader likes to fuck him, making him beg, cry and scream until Lorenzo tells her that he can't take it anymore and that he needs to cum.

"Looking fit today, Berkshire," you can't help but pinch his cute little bum as you walk past him in the hall. The action causes a small yelp to leave his lips while the comment creates a flash of scarlet across his nose and over his cheeks, the freckles that dust over his nose more accentuated.

You loved making him blush. It was one of your favorite things to do, amongst other things. So on your way to lunch you decided you were going to do it again. Sitting down with the others you joined in the middle of a conversation. "You going to the party tonight, Princess?" You looked up from your plate to find Mattheo smiling uncharacteristically sweet at you.

"Of course, Riddle. You know I never miss a party, especially one we're throwing." Mattheo turned his stare to the boy next to you, "See, Berkshire, she's going. Now why won't you go?" You turned your body side ways on the bench, placing your hands on the wood in front of you. You knew this position accentuated your breasts and you put on your best puppy dog eyes and full pout.

You looked up at Enzo, who was trying desperately to avoid your gaze. "Enzie, are you not coming tonight?" Enzo gulped, words stuttering from his lips, "D-dunno. Not sure if I'm f-feeling a party tonight." You scooted closer, placing a hand dangerously high on his thigh closest to you. You leaned up slightly, whispering in his ear so only he could hear. "Would be a real shame if you didn't. I bought the sluttiest little dress, just for you," you drew circles with your thumb, his hard on increasingly growing and becoming more evident.

This time his blush made it to the tips of his ears, his eyes nearly bulging out of his face. You knew the effect you had on him, and his friends knew it too. That reaction alone let them know they had gotten what they'd wanted.

As shy as Enzo appeared at all your little comments, he actually relished in them. He knew the more you came at him during the day, the better it would be for him at night. So he welcomed your crude comments throughout the day, never let you leave his sight during the party. You weren't lying when you said the dress was slutty. A slinky black number that he was convinced had to be keeping you covered purely by magic alone.

When you finally grabbed his wrist and began dragging him upstairs it was all the strength he could muster not to fall to his knees and whimper on the spot. But his legs seem to be able to keep following you, one foot in front of the other until he's in your room, and you've locked the door.

And now his hands were tied to your bed posts and there's tears running down his cheeks as he begs, "P-please, Angel, fuck, can't....can't hold it any longer, need to." A slew of incoherent babble leaves his lips as you sink down on his cock once more, fully sheathing him inside you. You grind on his cock, catching your clit on his pubic bone just right and moan out in pleasure before locking eyes with him.

"What do you need to do, baby?" Your hand is placed gently on his cheek, thumb swiping at his tears before sticking it in your mouth. You make a lewd scene of your tongue swirling around the digit and his hips buck up into you cause a groan to leave you both before your head snaps back down and you tighten your grip on his face. Enzo is immediately apologizing, "M'sorry, sorry Angel, just hurts so bad. Please, please let me cum. Wanna fill you up, wanna make you feel so good, so full."

If you weren't so close to the edge yourself you'd have made him hold out longer, but he knew you as well as you knew him and he was right. You started bucking your hips, grinding down on him. You leaned down close, licking a sloppy stripe up the side of his neck before whispering in his ear, "Go on baby, make me feel good, want you to come so deep inside it's dripping out of me for days." You flick your wrists, the restraints on Enzo disappearing instantly.

"Fucking hell," with the green light his grip is on your hips fast and hard. Fingers digging into the flesh as he ruts his hips upwards, fucking up into your cunt from underneath you. You grip his shoulders for stability, your head thrown back at the sudden change of pace and pleasure. You can feel his cock twitch deep within your walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders and that's the final push before his hips stutter, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he spills inside you. You're not far behind him, cunt clenching and milking him for all he's got as you're seeing stars, his name falling from your lips.

[kj-yikes]

26. Aura

(on ao3 here)

Lena Luthor didn't know she was a witch until the fateful day that her brother turned the sun red.

She doesn't have a full explanation for why her powers reappeared, but this is her theory: as a child, Lena remembers Lillian's scolding for talking about memories and experiences she didn't then understand, about how people all have a glow about them and that Lena could read their minds. Of course, that wasn't entirely true — Lena can't read minds, she can only read emotions, which is almost like mind-reading if someone is quite open with their feelings.

Lena thinks Lillian figured it out when she was a child, or knew about her mother, and supressed her magic somehow. That's what her mother's friend Florence had theorized when Lena made the pilgrimage back to her mother's hometown earlier this year.

Florence told Lena that magic could go dormant, could hide away if not properly nurtured. However, when Lena's life was threatened, when she watched Lex cause chaos throughout Metropolis, her powers had come rushing back all at once. Using her powers, she was able to read Lex and manipulate him, enough to buy herself enough time to escape and call the police.

Simply put, her powers had come back to her when she needed them most, and now that the floodgates had opened, even scientific, methodical Lena Luthor couldn't deny what they were: magic.

For most of the past year since her magic came back, it didn't interfere much with her daily life as much as the chaos within her family did. Lex was arrested, Lillian left town, and Lena took over LuthorCorp.

Eventually, the stress got to be too much, though. Every day, she walked into the LuthorCorp office and remembered the red hue of the sun and the angry, fiery flames erupting from Lex's aura. She remembered how the flood of emotion almost made her lose control. She remembered the feeling of madness emanating from Lex as he was cuffed and escorted from the building. She remembered each name of the people Lex had killed.

So, Lena came up with a plan. She drew up business proposals for new technology that could help the world and presented them to the newly hired director of R&D. She worked with marketing to come up with a new image for the company. Finally, she made plans to move the newly-minted L-Corp to National City, a place where she could start over, where she could hopefully work alongside a super rather than against her.

With the organized chaos of her job, Lena's powers had become a backburner issue. She could still vaguely see people's auras, but they blended in to their being in a way that Lena couldn't parse without dedicated practice, and Lena put it aside in favor of launching her new life in National City.

Until one morning, when Kara Danvers stepped into her office.

Lena's powers had only worked well on people she knows — her brother, Sam, Jack, even her assistant Jess. She's never been able to read a stranger's aura so clearly.

But there Kara stands, bathed in a bright pink glow as she listens to Lena talk. It fills Lena with the same jittery warmth that Kara must be experiencing and makes her stomach do a pleasant flip-flop.

Kara Danvers is gorgeous in a quiet, unassuming way. She fidgets with her glasses, wrapped in a pretty pink pastel cardigan, blonde locks flowing down her shoulders. She's endearingly awkward, a stark contrast from charming and collected Clark Kent, but she doesn't seem deterred by Lena's shortness and bluntness. Lena feels Kara's blue eyes on her and her heart gives a little flutter.

Lena's not quite sure if her reaction to meeting Kara Danvers is her own, or Kara's emotions seeping into her. It's a strange reaction to meeting a Luthor, to be sure. Though Lena can't generally read strangers' auras, she also has a knack for reading people's body language, and most people are not keen on meeting Lena Luthor.

Kara, on the other hand, studies her like she's trying to admire a complex work of art — critical yet admiring. If Lena could hear Kara's heartbeat, she expects it would be beating as fast as hers is now.

Lena looks directly at Kara when she says, "I'm just a woman trying to make a name for herself outside her family. Can't you understand that?"

Suddenly, Kara's aura morphs from that warm, fuzzy pink to a multifaceted, deep blue, almost as blue as Kara's eyes. Something shifts in Kara's face, as if a veil has been lifted on Lena and she's seeing her in new light. Lena squirms slightly in her office chair, feeling exposed.

The corners of Kara's mouth turn slightly upward as she nods, and it feels like sunshine warming Lena's soul. "Yeah. I can."

Kara's aura is like a magnet, dragging Lena along as she's filled with a flurry of emotion: curiosity, attraction, pain, anguish, understanding, and finally… hope. It rushes through Lena's body, spreads from the tips of her fingertips and down through her chest. She schools herself from the flood of emotion, keeping her face in a practiced neutral expression as she escorts Kara and Clark out of her office.

As she shuts the door behind them, Lena leans her forehead against the door and takes a deep breath, eyes closed. In her short time with her powers, she's never experienced anything like this before. It had taken her months of practice with Sam, with Jack, two people she loves and knows intimately, to even begin to understand her powers, to be able to somewhat-accurately interpret the colors and the emotions and the feelings.

What makes not-a-reporter Kara Danvers different? Why can Lena already read her like an open book? Why is her aura so strong, so bright, so…alluring?

The questions stay with her as she goes about her work that day and follow her as she boards a helicopter for a meeting up north in the bay area with some investors.

Lena hates flying, so of course something goes wrong, and that something is two drones facing them down.

Lena's eyes widen in panic as she sees bullets fly from the drones and hit the glass windshield of the helicopter. Before Lena even has time to pull out her phone and call for help, two blue blurs streak through the sky and place themselves between the helicopter and the drones.

And that's when Lena sees it again — the bright aura surrounding Supergirl. Lena wonders momentarily if maybe her powers are just growing, that maybe she's just seeing everyone's auras more clearly now. But no; when she looks at Superman, she can't see anything beyond the vague, hazy outline of color that she can normally see with strangers. What are the odds, that she sees the auras of two complete strangers on the same day?

Lena has more pressing issues on her hand, though, as she watches Supergirl plummet to the helipad with a huge crash. Suddenly, Supergirl's aura shifts from that deep blue to an angry red as she stands amidst the rubble and shoots back into the sky.

From the helicopter, Lena watches Supergirl take down another drone, a fiery red aura emanating from her body with just a tinge of blue desperation. Heart hammering, Lena tries to calm herself as Supergirl guides the helicopter back down to the top of the L-Corp tower.

Supergirl opens the helicopter door, and Lena gets the first clear look at her. Blue eyes pierce her, scanning her up and down to check for injuries. Despite the fear, despite the confusion coursing through her, which she knows to be her own emotions, her heart flutters again.

Interesting.

Supergirl helps her out of the helicopter and EMTs immediately rush to attend to the pilot. To Lena's surprise, Supergirl sticks around, ensuring that Lena and the pilot are okay.

Lena studies the blonde in front of her — from her bright, crystal blue eyes, to her curls cascading down her shoulders, to her strong stance, hands on her hips. She radiates power and authority, exactly the opposite of what she had seen earlier that day.

Still, that shimmering blue hue around her is unmistakable, the same color as her eyes and glittering in the sunlight. The same flood of emotion overwhelms Lena: hope.

There's no denying it, Lena thinks. There is only one logical explanation for it: Kara Danvers is Supergirl.

[loveandfictionforall]

Obsessed with BG3 and I just discovered your wonderful blog! If you’re down, could you please do headcanons for what a date night would look like for Wyll, Astarion, Karlach, and Laezal (I can’t spell her name from memory im sorry 😭)

Aww, you are just so cute! I will try my best, because oh boy, I don't like Lae'zel :D

Astarion

As a very morally grey character Astarion calls a lot of things fun.

He would start a bit more lightly, going out with you to eat something fancy. He will do his usual act, all smirk and suggestive comments until you were laughing, bantering and flirting with each other.

But that doesn't statisfy Astarion. He wants to be unique, because he is unique.

And he begins to lead you through the streets, with one destination in mind - a party for noble people, invites only. But when did this part ever stopped Astarion?

With his silver tongue, a roguish smile and a wink directed at you, he would charm the guards and soon you two could enter.

Absolutely out of place, you were sticking out like a sore thumb.

Soon enough some people were approaching you but Astarion quickly vanished out of sight as he noticed it, leaving you to deal with the mess while he watched in the shadows, observing how you handled it.

If you handled it well, Astarion would appear, lightly groveling and charming you because he now knew that you were capable and intersting enough to keep company with.

If you didn't handle it well? Well, Astarion would watch with a chuckle how the guards took you with them.

Wyll

Maybe you should rather go out with Wyll because he is a true charmer.

Wyll would be half an hour too early, after he prepared everything of course. He would even have some nicely picked flowers there for you, all of them searched and picked by him.

As soon as you would approach, he would give you the flowers, kissing lightly your hand and then blindfolding you to lead you to a beautiful meadow.

A picnic in the dark, in a magical place and with candels everywhere? Exactly. Wyll would lead you to the fluffy blanket, giving you a glass full of wine and gently offering you some fruity sweets.

You two were talking for hours, shoulders lightly brushing against each other, fingers sometimes grazing while reaching for the same thing.

And as the night progressed, Wyll would slowly inch in your direction, so sublte you wouldn't notice it at first.

His body warmth would keep you from getting cool while you two were sitting there the whole night until the first sun beams tickled your nose.

Karlach

A date with Karlach would begin with going to a party.

She loves alcohol and the good mood a party brings.

With good movements she would tease you until you finally joined her on the dance floor and you two wouldn't stop until your feet were hurting so much you couldn't stand up anymore.

Before you would be able to react, she would pull you on her lap or sit down on your lap, whichever you more prefer. Either way, she would lightly massage your shoulders, enjoying the feel of being able to touch you.

After some time you two would leave. Karlach would lead you to a nice, cozy inn, renting a room for you but don't worry, nothing would happen if you were too drunk.

Instead Karlach would rather wrap her arms around you, tugging you close to her while she slowly drew lines with her fingers. She would ask a lot of questions, maybe even a kiss or two would happen but if it did, it would lead to a full blown makeout scene.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel would never call it a date, since Githyanki are very forward and no nonsense. She would rather call it, that you two were preparing for another battle.

She would traing with you, attacking you fiercely and without hesitation. If you are able to keep up with her, she would approve more and more until Lae'zel would straight up kiss you and ask to sleep together.

There would not be much romance but if you did good in any way on any topic, she would appear every so often and request a strict training with you which would lead to sex.

Caring is not really in her nature but sometimes she shows some rare kinds of caring when she wraps a wound of you.

Nevertheless, her missions and her race is the most important thing for her and will always have her priority.

[crisiscutie]

Okay, so I finally thought of another request here for you, hope it's not too much trouble.^^

A darling s/o who suddenly surprises them with sudden love and affection. They are not overly clingy like them but s/o just begins to listen to them more and calls them her husband happily. You can use Rufus/Vincent/Cloud for this one.

Rufus: He is a busy man. He knows he hasn't been spending much time with his darling lately and he feels guilty. But he has to clean up the mess his late father left behind. How unfortunate that "tragedy" deeply affected the company... Despite that, his darling has been understanding, as evidenced by her comforting words lately. Rufus knew she was coming soon, and he hoped the romantic candlelit dinner he had set up would make up for it. Maybe he'd even get the chance to give her the special prize he's been saving.

Rufus would then feel a rush of warmth when his darling appeared out of nowhere, almost toppling him over in his office chair. When he asked her what was the occasion, his darling would happily state she's just happy to finally see her husband in flesh as she peppers his cheeks with kisses. He would smile back, pecking at her lips as he removes her from his waist. As his darling inquires about their evening, Rufus will coyly look at the glinting, mako-encrusted band just barely visible from his desk. Perhaps this night will be the perfect one to propose.

Vincent: Amid his solitary musings, he was surprised when he felt his darling's arms wrap around him from behind. He would already recognise her scent as he gently drew her close with his arm. She carefully pulled away the fabric and buckles of his red cloak, her intention to reveal his lips. His darling then exclaimed with joy that she's glad she caught him in his usual spot. She confessed she had been missing him. Vincent would give her an inquisitive look, and with a little smile, ask if she really meant it - even when they had just seen each other the night before. She would giggle a yes and place a gentle kiss on his neck.

The darling will then ask Vincent if there was something wrong with a wife wanting to see her husband every night... Afterward, the only sound was the beating of her heart as the long, uneasy pause lingered. Just as the darling was about to take back her words, Vincent's deep voice cut through the silence.

"I guess not," he says. As he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his red eyes glimmered with a faint sparkle.

Cloud: After a recent skirmish, he would stand in his typical pose as he closed his eyes, and released a long, drawn-out sigh. He and his party faced off against a stronger enemy than they were used to. His body jolted at the sound of his name being shouted. Suddenly, he's swept up in his darling's embrace, feeling her lips cover his chest in kisses. Heat rose to his cheeks as he scolded his darling for sneaking upon him, especially since he was still holding the Buster Sword.

His darling would take a step back, her sorrowful expression making him feel guilty. Cloud exhaled quietly, reassuring her things are fine as his concerned eyes scanned her face. What has gotten into his darling? Did something happen? Cloud's darling then confided in him she had been feeling anxious, and seeing him get hurt in the last fight only intensified her worry.

"Hey. I'm fine, don't worry." Cloud's mako eyes, full of conviction and compassion, bore into her when he said his words. His darling would look up at him, her smile widened as she clung to his arm. Her lips moved in a sweet melody as she proclaimed that Cloud's the best husband she could wish for. Cloud's face grew hot as he stumbled for the right words, his mind racing to comprehend her last statement.

"d-don't say that..."

[ebi-skycotl]

Undo Animatic | Feyra

Song is Undo by Sanna Nielson

This was a week long project, simply because I did full rendering lol.

This frame is by far my favorite though:

If you'd like to know context ( aka the lore ) it's under the cut since it may involve spoilers for Shattered Peace ( which is probably gonna be released before the year is over 👀 ).

So, for the lore, Feyra lost all of his first family in the Fall of Eden. While he may have Nova and Euri now, he's never forgotten his first family.

First, let me introduce the characters in that frame, from left to right:

Lora ( Feyra's twin sister )

Thyme ( Lora's lover and Feyra's sister in law )

Ajal ( Feyra's best friend and basically brother )

Feyra used to have long hair too ( which is why I drew him that way in the "memory" frame ). Also he's hot with long hair.

The scars by Feyra's core are from darkness, because he was corrupted by it when Eden fell. He's been suppressing painful flare-ups and trying to hide the growing cracks ever since, because he doesn't want his new family to know that he's dying. ( My boy does not know how to ask for help at all. )

In the final three frames, I drew something I've always imagined Lora doing; watching over her brother even though she's dead and he can't hear or see her. I think she might not be able to move on, because Feyra is suffering and still hasn't grieved her death and the death of everyone else he knew back in Eden.

Side note, the earrings Feyra wears belonged to Lora. He's worn them since he found her body, because it's all he has left of her now.

Anyway, that concludes the context, thank you for reading and I apologize for any tears that are shed because of me :D

[bleaksqueak]

hiya...... i love them both very much sorry for any design inaccuracies i was drawing them from memory....... on that note, do you maybe have any design refs for ur characters? i wanted to draw them fullbudy but the comic is so dynamic and intricate that they always have some shading going on and some parts of their clothes are covered up, so i'm struggling with figuring out the base colors and all the outfit details. thanks again for the awesome comic :-D off to read the new upload!! 💐♥️🦭

Oh my god!! I didn't check tumblr for a couple of days and then come back and find this! I love sketches and pencil/ink drawings so much and they're so super cute how you drew them here!! Thank you so very much, I wish I could hang every drawing people send me on my wall. And look, no worries about design inaccuracies. I leave stuff off all the time, too, and they look perfect to me here. Design sheets!! i've been meaning to upload their full body refs and keep forgetting sfjkafj. These are sadly out of date as they were done before Chapter 0 was even finished, but I hope they suffice for now!

height side by side and a very very out of date literal-first-doodle of the back of the coat. Here's Audric's, which hasn't really changed at all since this initial design. He's just one of those rare characters that didn't have to go through a refinement phase. His reaper partner's design sheet is mostly done but I'd prefer to release hers when she actually comes into the comic properly.

Lyra and Audun, tho these are only sketches, both are final designs. Audun will get a clearer ref like Lyra's simple one later, I was designing his outfit in this one since that rank of officer coat hadn't been seen yet And here's a much more up-to-date sketch of Maia that will serve as a new model for her when I get to color it. Elias has a new one started, too, but will have to wait to be shown (... it's that messy lmao)

And Maia's cloak/coat assets (plus her vault key) that I use for production fitted together, these are up to date! Basically, the color base for their uniform is a dark warm-grey in most scenes (but since the actual uniform coat/cloak is black, this is just done for visibility and often I tint it to reflect whatever light is in the scene or to contrast it. So "it's black, but I usually choose a warm grey base to keep it visible." ... Silver and bronze accents are shown separated here. I put up a patreon pack a while back that has my actual assets and brushes I made for their uniform emblems, but for now, it's visible here)

[illwynd]

Utgard-Loki's Tale

I finally got to perform this thing tonight, so I guess it has reached its final form.

This poem is inspired by the traditional Icelandic rhyming poem Lokrur. My adaptation uses a bastard Kalevala metre (trochaic tetrameter), with various features of both Finnish poetry (repetition and alliteration) and Icelandic poetry (alliteration and abundant use of kennings and other wordplay), and I developed it specifically for spoken performance, in accordance with the way the story would originally have been passed along. There's some really geeky shit in here.

Also my thanks to @obligate-rebel who gave me a thumbs-up on an earlier iteration of it :D

...

By men I am called Utgard-Loki

Outlands’ trickster, apt in magecraft,

Skilled in spells and in shape-shifting

One who worked his tricks on wanderers

One who wickedly deceived them

When to his threshold gods came calling

You see, all Thor and Loki knew about me was that I throw all the best parties—what else is there to do when you live way out in the Outlands?—but everyone in attendance has to be the best there is at whatever it is they do, so these two gods... they thought they’d crash my party, cause some trouble, start some fights, show me who’s boss in my own house, and I had to figure out a way to get them to head on home without actually starting a war, because, y'know, that would tend to put a crimp on the party scene. So do you want to know how I managed that trick?

Surely you have heard them tell it?

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard about Thjalfi, swiftest,

Tricked in foot-race versus Hugi

Passed by one who treads so lightly

Or the contest of the mighty

Rymr, he who calls the thunder,

Put his lips upon the vessel

‘Pon the cup all full and frothy

Froth as white as salty sea-foam

And the thirsty draughts he drew then

Drained the horn—of but a mouthful!

So it seemed by liquid’s level

Sore was he, Midgard’s protector

Falling short in simple trial

Surely you have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard how Loki, sly and clever

Set his hunger versus Logi

Chowing down along the trencher

Met the two with crumbs between them

Drawing even, feasts devoured

Loki patting bulging belly

Smirking with his smile ‘broidered

Met they then—but skinny Logi

Ravenous as wolf in winter

He had eaten all the meat…

And all the bones… and all the trencher!

Thus was Laufey’s heir defeated!

And you must have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recount it

How the grim one’s son continued

Put him forth another challenge

Boasting of his strength of body

Strength indeed of all his sinews

I set before him then the mouser

Tomcat’s father, hearth’s wee tiger

Purring on the floor before him

That he should test his might upon it

Asa-Thor bent low to grasp it

Bent to wrap his grip around it

Struggling with grunts of effort

Grunting as he tried to lift it

But one paw he barely shifted!

One paw raised above the tiles!

Purring still the feline bore it

As Baldr’s brother failed to heft it!

Fury gripped lord of Bilskirnir

And in his anger bade another

Challenger be brought before him

Said I then I thought my mother

In her youth a wrestler had been

But in her dotage still might suit him

Wroth was he with red beard bristling

Stomping on the mat before him

As Elli hobbled to her corner

But soon she did contrive to hold him

Hold him fast with arms around him

Arms like bands of stubborn iron

Till his knee did bend beneath him

Shamed was Grimnir’s lauded kinsman

Beaten so by woman wizened!

Tell me those are not the stories

More or less as you have heard them

But one voice has not been cited

One has not been heard to tell it

That is me. And if you’ll heed

I’ll tell the legend as I lived it

And each contest I’ve recounted

—true it is that I deceived them

Wanderers of Aesir kindred

But look at it from my perspective

Behold for but the briefest moment

Consider how I first had found them

Sheltering in fingers’ caverns

Cowering within the leather

Where the last night I had left it—

I swear I did not mean to wound them

Or to frighten with my snoring

I was merely heedless taken

Heedless of their headstrong journey

Thus I met them in the morning

Waking to their faces frowning

Trying to be most disarming

Not to give them cause for worry

Then they asked ME where the pathway

To the hall of Utgard-Loki!

I saw it full, the very future

Of which I’d had no foretelling

For they queried after speaking

‘Mongst themselves of doom impending

Doom that they would deal that monster

Dwelling in those halls unknowing

Well!

I endeavored to dissuade them

Placing in their path obstructions

Surely less than cruel misfortunes

Set before them my conditions

If they’d travel with my guidance

They would travel by my schedule

I would call the halts and respites

I would carry all provisions

Thus I handed them frustration

Goaded them to resignation

Alas the doggedness of gods

Was not within my calculations

So, if they’d not be dissuaded

Then ‘twas I must scheme before them

How to meet their whim for action

Without inviting my destruction

Thus I pointed them to pathway

To the door of Utgard-Loki

Once apart I shed illusion

Readied all in preparation

Waited till they came a-hailing

Thunder roaring at my doorway

And ‘twas I that granted entry

Though they did not recognize me

As they came to show their mettle

Prove their might in any challenge

Fain was I to meet their boasting

With my own skill in devising

Thus I placed the end of vessel

From which Odin’s son drank freely

Down upon the dolphin’s doorstep

Thirst could never be so mighty!

Not to drain the fishes’ highway

In this way I meant to thwart him

Meant to tactfully confound him

Meant to make him long for Asgard

Not to linger ‘neath these timbers

Then, said I to ember’s elder,

Let me place on you deception

Garb yourself in Aesir aspect

Shape the hungry tongue within you

Solid where your spark did flicker

That Laufey’s son so sly and able

Might not swiftly recognize you

As he sits down at the table

Thus I spake to Munin’s brother

Of the planned dissimilation:

Wrap yourself in men’s attire

From the ash-wood make your raiment

Lace your boots of supple leather

Then set foot upon the pavement

There to meet Toothgnasher’s wounder

There to race against him striving

Round the path of mead’s lacuna

Thus alike I worked enchantments

On the great snake Midgardsormr

On that serpent world-encircling

One that Thor once snared while sailing

Scales reshaped to furry shoulders

Still he hissed alike I tell you

That one trait you might have noted

Naught else of his essence showing

And then came the last contender

Gracious guest of all the prudent,

Spoils of the years’ survivor

By her leave I did conceal her

Veiled her hair in moonlight’s metal

Bent her back like twisted tree-limb

So Harbard’s son would be no wiser

When she set her hold upon him

In the aftermath of trials

Egos soothed with ale aplenty

I revealed to them my secret

That they would not feel too cheated 

Nor would they feel too affronted

All I wished was their forbearance

Parting then as friendly rivals

So they would crave not for vengeance

For Jotuns have our share of talents

Our own place on World-Tree’s branches

Spells apart from gallows’ knowing

More are we than Aesir’s foemen

There my tale is near completed

But if my tongue’s allowed to waggle 

Somewhat more of gods and giants

And the bitter blood between us

Just a few words I will venture

Fury, I have surely felt it

Anger aching for requital

For accounts all to be settled

Quenched with blood the battle’s metal

But I’ve seen no better ending

Not for bards and not for swordsmen

Than to sit by fire flaming

Telling tales with close companions

Ale in hand and sated, cravings

And all the stars above bright-blazing.

[arendaes]

37. defy

Thank you! This one's a bit longer than the others since it's the last one. I promise I'll actually write the date they're going to at some point. Dance of Masks spoilers below!

37. defy (Ariadne/Daeran/Woljif, 712 words)

“I am sleeping, Commander. As you should be.”

Regill’s admonishment from moments ago rang in her mind. He was right, of course, but tonight Ariadne was of a mind to defy all sound advice and common sense. It was late - or perhaps early - and they were due to return to Drezen tomorrow, but sleep was not high on her list of priorities. Every nerve in her body felt alive, and as the boozy haze that’d pervaded her senses had faded, she found there was only one thing she wanted.

Well, two things, and she needed to find them.

It didn’t help that she’d turned from Regill’s cot, having rethought the urge to poke him, and found Daeran had already abandoned his short-lived turn as a philosopher. There wasn’t a trace of him to be found, and the remaining group had been most unhelpful, having no idea where he’d gone.

She rounded the corner into the main room of the tavern, hoping to catch up with him, and froze at what she saw. All thoughts of finding Daeran fled at the sight of Woljif crouching down beside a passed-out patron, rummaging through the man’s pockets and muttering to himself.

“Huh!” she said, just loud enough for Woljif to hear, crossing her arms as she did so. He froze, eyes widening before he slowly looked up at her.

“I, um…hey Ari! Can’t sleep, huh? I can’t blame you.” His smile was guilty and sheepish.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Maybe it was the exhaustion she hadn’t felt moments before finally creeping into her voice, or maybe it was just his conscience catching up with him, but Woljif flushed.

“It’s…it’s nothing! It was for me, for old time’s sake. To prove I still got it.” Woljif looked at the fistful of coins clenched in his hands. “It’s not like I’m stealing from our people, and they don’t got much on them anyways.”

“The people in this tavern are ‘our’ people too.” She moved closer but stopped just shy of touching him. “Put it back.”

Woljif glared at his fist, and she couldn’t tell if it was because of her or himself. But he sighed and crouched down, stuffing the coins haphazardly back in the man’s pocket. His mark barely stirred, mumbling something about his mother before trying to burrow further into the soiled carpet.

When he stood, Ariadne closed the distance between them, wrapping one arm around his waist and bringing the other hand to his chin, gently guiding him down so she could place a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

A blush stained Woljif’s cheeks, but before he could say anything a polite cough drew both of their attention behind them.

The source was a familiar half-elf, dressed in the fine clothes and nervously glancing between the two of them. “Commander? Sir, um, Lord Jefto? Do you remember me?”

Ariadne nodded at the same time Woljif whispered, “Lord Jefto?”

“I-I’ve been promoted since we last met! Count Arendae has made me his herald, and that’s why I’m here. My first official duty is to extend an invitation to the two of you, to meet the Count at a secret and secluded rendezvous location.”

Ariadne and Woljif exchanged glances, both of their eyes full of questions. Before they could ask any of them, he continued, “I promise I’ll convey you both there with all the decorum that befits your rank! There is a carriage waiting just outside. Count Arendae is already at the rendezvous site, waiting for you. He also told me to tell you that if you’re wondering why he didn’t personally invite you, it’s because you all are important people, and communicating through heralds and servants is how things are done!”

“Oh really?” The servant paled at the obvious displeasure in Ariadne’s voice.

“What’d ya think, Chief? We gonna take him up on it?”

“Of course we are. I know you’re just as curious as I am, and I was hoping to…spend time with the two of you tonight anyways.” Ariadne didn’t bother to hide the mischievous grin that played on her lips. “I don’t know about you, though, but I intend to continue giving him a piece of my mind face to face. Starting right now.”

[jeeseth]

first kiss & dates

pairing : bang jeemin x fem!reader

summary : you and jeemin haven't had your first kiss since getting together. so, after a few more dates with jeemin, you finally had your first kiss.

cw/tw : beware fluff ahead!

a/n : i love jeemin ;D i’ll debut you bang jeemin !

The sun had just set, and the funfair was in full swing. Y/n and Jeemin had been together for a couple of months now, but you two had yet to share your first kiss. Despite their growing feelings, they were both still quite shy and nervous about taking that step.

As they walked through the bustling crowd, they decided to take a break and make their way to the calmer area near the Ferris wheel. They sat down on a bench and started talking about the memories they had shared together. They giggled and smiled, occasionally glancing at one another with shy smiles.

As the crowd grew a bit thinner around them, Jeemin felt her heart race as she looked over at Y/n. She looked so beautiful, sitting there under the twinkling lights of the funfair. She reached over and gently took her hand in hers, holding it firmly but softly.

"You know," jeemin said quietly, "I've been wanting to do something for a long time now." You looked back at Jeemin, your heart fluttering as you felt Jeemin’s warm touch on your hand.

"What is it?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky from the nerves.

Jeemin took a deep breath and leaned in a bit closer, closing the small gap between the two of you. "This," she whispered, and leaned in even closer.. Until their lips met, and it was a moment that felt like time had stood still. It was a gentle and tender kiss, filled with the months of built-up emotions and affection they had been holding back. As they parted, they both looked at each other, surprised by the rush of emotions that had flooded through them.

"Wow," Jeemin whispered, still holding your hand tightly.

"That was... amazing." you smiled and nodded, your cheeks flushed with a mix of happiness and excitement.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," you replied, eyes shimmering with affection.

They spent the rest of the evening walking hand in hand, their first kiss still lingering in their minds and hearts. They laughed and had fun playing games, but every now and then, they would steal a glance or a shy smile at each other, knowing that things between them had changed forever. As the night drew to a close, they found themselves standing by the Ferris wheel again, the twinkling lights casting a warm glow on both of them.

"This was a night I'll never forget," you said, gazing into Jeemin’s eyes. "I'm so glad we shared our first kiss here." Jeemin looked at you, her cheeks flushing again.

"Me too. It was perfect, just like you." Jeemin said making you blushed too, and they both shared a small smile. They hugged tightly, feeling the newfound love and joy that flowed between them.

"I can't wait to make more memories like this with you," Jeemin whispered in your ear, sending butterflies through your body.

"Me neither," you replied, snuggling your head against Jeemin’s chest. They held each other in a warm embrace for a few moments more before finally pulling away.

As they said their goodbyes for the night, Jeemin smiled at Y/n. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Jeemin said.

You nodded, your eyes shining with happiness. "Of course," "and I can't wait for our next adventure together." You both said your final farewells and went on yours separate ways, hearts feeling fuller and more alive than ever before.

After that magical night at the funfair, YN and Jeemin grew even closer than before. They spent their days talking on the phone, sending cute texts, and secretly planning their future together. One day, while they were walking home from school, Jeemin took Y/n’s hand and led her toward a beautiful park nearby.

"Close your eyes," jeemin said with a mischievous smile. You did as she asked, curiosity and anticipation filling you.

Jeemin led you towards a secluded spot in the park, filled with luscious trees and fragrant flowers. When they stopped, Jeemin whispered, "You can open your eyes now."

You let your eyelids flutter open and gasped at the sight before you. Jeemin had set up a heartwarming picnic, complete with a cozy blanket, delicious snacks, and a basket of your favorite treats.

"Surprise!" Jeemin grinned, her eyes sparkling with affection. Your heart fluttered with gratitude and love as you took in the beautiful scene.

They spent the afternoon talking, laughing, and enjoying their little picnic. As the day went on and the sun began to dip below the horizon, they lay down on the blanket, hand in hand, watching the sky transition into a beautiful array of colors.

As the stars started to make their appearance, You looked at Jeemin and said, "This is the best date ever." Jeemin gave her a warm smile and replied, "It's all thanks to you. Being with you makes every moment special."

They lay there under the starry sky, their hearts entwined together tighter than ever before. They talked about their dreams, shared their fears, and laughed at silly jokes. As the night grew darker, they both knew that they couldn't stay there forever.

Jeemin sat up and looked down at you, whose eyes were filled with adoration.

"We should probably get going," jeemin said reluctantly. You nodded, feeling a small pang of sadness as you sat up as well.

As you two stood up, Jeemin gently pulled you close, her hands on your waist.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you again?” Jeemin asked softly.

“Anytime, Jee.”

Jeemin leaned in, her eyes gleaming with affection, and planted a tender kiss on your lips. As yours lips touched, a rush of warmth and electricity flowed through them both. They held the kiss for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of their love growing stronger with each passing second.

As you two pulled apart, Jeemin kept her arms around you, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek. "I don't want this night to end," she quietly confessed.

YN looked up at Jeemin and said, "Neither do I, but we'll have many more wonderful days like this, I promise."

The two shared a soft smile, the promises and love they held for each other hanging in the air between them. With a final loving glance, they started their journey back home, ready to face whatever lay ahead as long as they had each other.

[josephandrewstarkey]

hiii! could you do drew starky x reader with an age gappp. and maybe reader is also famous for like singing or something so their highkey the IT couple.

tysm for your request anon, i hope you like it! xx

in the backseat

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, fingering, backseat, kind of public

words: 845

❧ drew starkey x singer!reader

Y/N was only 21, but she was already one of the biggest names in music. Everyone knew her songs—she was the kind of artist who could make you feel something with just a few lyrics. She wrote every one of them herself, and that’s why people loved her. Her music was raw, real, and so full of emotion that it left fans obsessed.

Drew, on the other hand, was 30, an established actor known for his role on Outer Banks. When they first started dating, people couldn’t stop talking about the age gap. Some fans loved them together, saying they were the perfect couple, while others weren’t so sure. But they didn’t care.

They first met after one of her concerts. Y/N had seen on Drew’s Instagram story that he was going to her show, which completely blew her mind. He was a huge celebrity himself, and yet, here he was, a fan of her music. So, she invited him backstage. When he showed up, they ended up talking for hours—about music, acting, life, everything. The connection was instant. That night, he offered to take her home, and she said yes. From that moment, they were inseparable.

A few months later, they were the couple everyone was talking about. They were on magazine covers, all over social media, and no matter the controversy, it was clear that they were in love. Drew adored her, and Y/N couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

Tonight was huge. Y/N was performing at one of the biggest stadiums in the U.S., and, of course, Drew was there to support her. The crowd was insane, but when Y/N spotted Drew in the audience, it felt like everything stopped. He was smiling up at her, and for a second, it was just the two of them.

The concert was a blast. Y/N was at her best, hitting every note, dancing across the stage, and the crowd loved every second of it. She could feel the energy, the love from her fans, and especially from Drew, who never took his eyes off her.

❥

In the dimly lit backseat of their SUV, the world outside felt distant. Y/N leaned back into Drew’s chest, the quiet hum of the car’s engine adding to the tension in the air. They’d been on the road for a while, their driver focused on the winding streets, giving them a sense of privacy. Drew’s arm wrapped around her waist, his lips brushing against her neck in soft, teasing kisses.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. Y/N’s breath hitched as his hand drifted lower, fingers grazing the soft fabric of her dress, teasing her inner thigh.

She let out a quiet gasp as his fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, moving dangerously close to her center. “Drew,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with anticipation.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her ear. “You can be quiet, can’t you, baby?” His fingers finally made contact with her, slipping under her panties, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The feeling of his fingers against her slick heat sent a wave of pleasure crashing over her, her body responding instantly to his touch.

He moved slowly at first, drawing out her anticipation, enjoying the way her body trembled against him. “So wet for me already,” Drew whispered, his lips tracing the curve of her jaw. His fingers moved deeper, finding that sweet spot inside her, and Y/N had to bite down on her hand to keep from crying out.

Her free hand gripped his thigh tightly, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans as her body arched towards his touch. Drew’s pace quickened, the pressure of his fingers intensifying as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. He knew exactly what she needed, exactly how to touch her to drive her wild.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with the effort to stay quiet. “Drew, I’m close…” she managed to whisper, her voice barely holding steady.

His lips curled into a smirk against her skin. “Then come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” His thumb brushed over her sensitive clit in perfect rhythm, and that was all it took.

Y/N’s body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her mind going blank as she rode out the high. Drew held her close, his fingers never faltering as he helped her ride through the intensity of her orgasm.

When she finally came down, breathless and flushed, Drew pulled his hand away, wrapping his arm around her waist once again, holding her close. He kissed her temple softly, whispering in her ear.

“You did so good, baby.”

She leaned into him, her body still trembling, and let out a soft, satisfied sigh. The world outside seemed far away, and in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of pleasure.

[candyhoiic]

Here’s my contribution to sinner! Adam because I just think he’s neat 👉👈

Anyways as one of my favorite characters of course I made his design with suffering in mind uwu /hj /lh

The reason why his collar and bracelets/cuffs are on even without his clothes is because he literally can't take them off, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the 'accessories' are actually fused with his skin. It's a part of his divine punishment as a physical means of constantly reminding him of how much he's a slave to his own desires and anger. It can also be interpreted as a physical manifestation of him being a prisoner to hell now tehehe

Actually, now that I think about it, the spikes we can see on his collar and cuffs most definitely go out both ways, so he has spikes piercing into his skin at all times.

His "hood" is actually apart of him too basically like a cobra's hood ^^ I did this since I like the idea of a sinner's appearance being somewhat determined by how they died, and while Lucifer didn't deliver the final blow, he definitely played a major role in getting him there. So, that's why I gave Adam some snake-like attributes (i.e the hood, split tongue, and scales) the very creature associated with the devil himself!

Plus, with the hood, he kind gives off grim reaper vibes, which is fitting since he was technically hell's very own grim reaper along with the rest of his exorcist.

He also has some goat attributes ie the horns, hooves, ears, tail (not that I actually drew it lmao sorry), and sideway pupils for his hood eyes because of their connection with the devil and well that's the first creature that comes to my mind that has horns tbh.

His face and horns are meant to mock his exterminator mask because I'm a sucker for that trope. Just imagine how pissed off he was to find out he couldn't take off his 'mask'

I gave him piercings bc their hot /hj I mean they are but let's be honest canon Adam should have definitely had piercings because they fit his vibe so well.

He also has a nicked eyebrow because he so would. He's just that type of cringe /j

As for the rest of his outfit? I don't really know what to say I just wanted to give him rock n' roll vibes while also capturing that fact that he is in fact an old man no matter how young he might look.

Also, for anyone wondering the belt was absolutely necessary. There was no way I wasn't going to add it when the thought first came to me. It just says something about his ego.

I did my best to make Adam somewhat out of shape, but I don't have really any experience with different body types so some of it might look off, but I did my best.

The headshot in the corner was a very quick drawing of what his full demon form may look like. If I ever actually give it a full design don't be surprised if it changes significantly because I definitely have some thoughts about it but I'm just too tired to actually pour the energy into drawing it rn oops

However, I did have enough energy to draw what I imagine his wings to be like. And of course, I could pass up on another chance to give him a mocking reminder of how far he's fallen. He kept his wings technically but there next to useless as he can't actually fly with them. And honestly, they're not actually all that durable as one can imagine since well their just bone.

So, it's a big weak spot for him but luckily, he can detract them into his skin. Although the process is painful, and he has to let them out every now and then or it'll feel like his back is on fire. They also glow making it hard to hide them when they're out.

The marking/tattoo/brand on his back is a cross with his A over it. I like to think it symbolizes how he put himself before God which is a big no, no. It can also be interpreted as a nod to how he was basically acting like he was God himself by passing on divine judgement and punishment onto others for things he himself was guilty of.

Anyways the red glowing exes over the symbol are simply to show off the killing blows Nifty delivered to him.

Last but not least, I made him caked up and I won't apologize for that either.

Anyways byeee! Thanks for reading my rambles about my sinner! Adam design. Hope you enjoyed!~

[thepaintedlady00]

Once again is this what I should be writing? No. 😅😂 Another friend requested I post something for House of Dragon/Daemon and I've had this in the workshop since first watching season 1 so I figured now was as good a time as any to share it. 🤣 It's short and leaves out a lot of other stuff I wrote with it (but I'm evil and like to torture my friends xD). The basic premise of the idea is that the OC, Nyssa, is one of the dragon keepers or whatever they're called, notably the only one Caraxes likes and/or listens to. She grows up with Daemon and Viserys, a "servant" but one they all love - Daemon more than anyone.

NOTE: I do not know a lot about GOT or F&B lore. I know a general timeline and outcome for the story but this does not follow that like at all, and I've taken a lot of creative liberties. I'm a slut for everyone getting a happy/happier ending, so yeah. 🤣 I could see this being a fun fic to explore, but lemme know if y'all like it or whatever xD Enjoy!

"Nyssa!" Daemon screamed, forcing his voice to be louder than the screaming and dead men wailing. He had to find her. He had to get her out of there. "Nyssa!" He cried out again. Gods dammit, woman, answer me! Below him, Caraxes bellowed as if calling out for her as well. He bathed the Crab Feeder's men in fire, the desperation woven between the two of them slowly building. "NYSSA!"

"DAEMON!" His whole being tingled at the sound of her voice as it cut through the darkness and smoke. 

He breathed, and Caraxes breathed with him. "NYSSA!" He called out again, urging the blood wyrm to step forward in hopes it would help them both spot her.

A flash of her muddy white gown and her disheveled hair appeared from the smoke. She was soaking wet, her dress was held up by her hands as she ran through the bodies of the battlefield, avoiding the fire and the fighting. Terror was etched on her face - terror that was replaced with relief when she finally caught sight of him. Daemon, too breathed out a sigh of relief. I came for you, he wanted to say, but such soft words could wait until she was on dragon back beside him. "Naejot, Caraxes!" He commanded though the dragon had already begun moving toward her.

With his long neck, he lurched forward and clamped his jaw around a soldier who had rushed for Nyssa as she made her way toward his saddle. Nothing would touch her, not while he or his dragon drew breath. Daemon pulled himself to lean over as far as he could, reaching down toward her. She climbed one of the taller pieces of ship wreckage to help make up the difference in height between the ground and the dragon's back. "Take my hand!"

Nyssa struggled for a moment, tentatively leaping on the thin unsteady chunk of wood in her heavy dress. Tears streamed down her dirty cheeks. "Daemon..."

He hushed her quickly, knowing full well she'd insist she couldn't do it and try to tell him to leave her. "Reach!" He ordered. "Or I'll climb down and throw you up."

She huffed but followed his desperate command, jumping once or twice more as Caraxes held off any intruders and blocked incoming arrows with his wing. Finally, he felt her hand in his, the leather of his glove squeaking as he tightened his grip and strained to pull her up. Her nails left indents in his leather as she gripped onto him. Just as he was almost fully sat upright in his saddle, ready to haul her into the space behind him, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder and engulfed his neck in fire.

A scream tore through his throat, and Caraxes’ roar pierced through the chaos of the battlefield. The flaming arrow continued to burn as Deamon looked down at the woman clinging to his arm. Still screaming, he pulled harder, straining to lift her through the pain. Nyssa's feet dragged against Caraxes' side, trying and failing to push herself the rest of the distance. She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. "It's okay."

"Don't," he growled. "Nyssa!"

"Sōvegon, Caraxes!" She commanded.

The dragons high pitched pur echoed his hesitation. Daemon did not want him to fly. Daemon did not want anything but her safety, but the fire kept burning through his shoulder, and the need to go, to flee, grew greater as the last of the Crab Eater's men fled into the caves, and the archers opened fire once again.

"SŌVEGON!" She screamed, pulling her hand from his and falling back down into the mud.

Caraxes wailed but followed her command as if it had come from his rider. Daemon pulled the burning arrow from his shoulder and braced himself as the wind pulled him back against the saddle, and Caraxes began his ascent. "NYSSA!"

Smoke rushed past his face as they flew above the battlefield once again. From the sky, he couldn't see her, just the blazing fires and the reflection of it on the black water. Daemon forced the chilled air into his lungs and suppressed a sob. He'd failed. He'd failed, and now she was truly gone. His whole body shook as he let the scream tear out of his lungs. Caraxes’ scream covered his own as they retreated back toward the cliffside camp without her.

[stepswordsen]

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Intro

Thank you to Hika for the lovely commission of my beloved KuroEne 🖤💙🐍🐇

I also commissioned Hika before to draw my KHR Yume (Canon/OC) ship of Xanxus and Selena ❤️💜 That will be posted soon, too 🥰

I don't mind giving permission if my mutuals want to use them. I'll most likely grant it, but you also need to receive Hika's permission if you do.

I commissioned Hika to draw Kuroha and Ene for my chibi icon commission! Hika initially drew the unhinged expression for Kuroha >:D And then changed to the version with the smug smile :]

I asked Hika to keep both expressions for the finalized versions since I loooove both 💞💘

Hika sent me the high-res files for the KuroEne commission 🖤💛💙 THEY'RE SO CUTE AHHH I'M SO HAPPY!!! MY CHILDHOOD OTP OF 10+ YEARS!!!

I LOVE THE COLOURS AND THEIR EXPRESSIONS... MY KAGEPRO OTP FOREVER!!! THE BELOVEDS

KUROENE WORLD DOMINATION 💥💥💥

Hika's chibi style is SO cute. I love how Hika draws eyes and expressions sm… Kuroha's new expression is SO cute OMGGG. I also LOVE the insane one very much <3 I love both! And Ene my wife is just the CUTEST AAAAA 😭💙💘💞

The thick round lines and simple blush and highlights works so well. God they look SO precious!!! And Hika's colour choices are fantastic.

I love the blue~ish tones Hika used for Kuroha's hair and how Hika used yellow and blue for the backgrounds to make the colours pop.

The dark blue BG works well against Ene's more muted blue hair. And I love the ice blue colour Hika chose for Ene's eyes ahhh…

Also ty to Hika for including both expressions~ The cute Kuroha and the insane expression are so nice ahhh. AND MY WIFE ENE'S ADORABLE EXPRESSION AHDSHDSHDSHDS

I put the Saeru twice for the sake of formatting

My Message

This was the message I left for Hika!

I love how the commission turned out... You drew their eyes and expressions so well~ 😭🥺

Your chibi style is very adorable! You draw such expressive chibis! They look so precious~ I also love the colours you chose and how well they pair with the BG colours. The thick round lines, simple blush and highlights are so nice in your style!

The colour choices are amazing ✨ I love the blue~ish tones used for Kuroha's hair, and how the yellow and blue background colours makes their colours stand out!

The dark blue BG works well against Ene's blue hair~ And I love the ice blue colour chosen for Ene's eyes! 💙

I'm so glad you were so accomodating with minor changes and revisions like colour changes and small details! I really appreciate it 🥰💘💞

Misc Rambles

WHEN HIKA SENT ME THE KUROENE CHIBI COMM OH MY GODDDD THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭🖤💙

MY HEART RATE SPIKED WHEN I SAW THESE...

THEIR EXPRESSIONS PLEASEEEEEEEEE

ENE MY WIFE IS SO CUTE I COULD CRY

12 YEAR OLD ME WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME RIGHT NOW… BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE IN THE WORLD 🤸

I KNEW HIKA WOULD DO THEM JUSTICE CRYING SCREAMING SHAKING ADKLSKLSDKLDSKLKLSDKLSDKL

Commission Rambles

KuroEne have some official art refs (official art, merch arts) that can be inconsistent in colours (ex. their headphones) so I also gave some notes and quick edits of official arts.

I sent these arts of Kuroha and Ene as my main refs 🖤💙

I sent more too, but I felt that since I'm commissioning chibis of them, that these arts simplify their designs nicely.

Kuroha and Ene Rubber Strap Charms by 1st PLACE

Kuroha and Ene from Cospa's Tsumamare Series (Pinched Series)

Concept Arts by Sidu from .dsd –Sidu illustration Works 2011-2015–

Scans by @/ayara-resara

Edit by me

Ene, Konoha, and Kuroha from Mekakucity V's

I did a little edit of their concept arts for fun. I mainly did it to get a clearer full body ref of Saeru to make it easier for the artists I'm commissioning

Takane/Ene and her bfs. All 3 of them /lh 🖤💛💙

My main focus is on 9/6 and XX/6, basically all related ships (KuroEne, HaruTaka, KonoEne)

Depending on the arts (including merch arts), Kuroha's clothes either get coloured with the same black colour, or with the inner clothes as a darker black.

I prefer when his inner clothes and boots, etc., are a darker black cuz it has more visual contrast against his design. It also differentiates the clothes more to have the outer shirt be a lighter gray black vs. the darker blacks in his hair and inner clothes.

His entire design is in dark colours (black, gray), and the gold in his eyes and facial markings cuts away from that. Yellow is a bright vivid colour.

Though it makes sense in MVs like Outer Science and some official arts/merch why his outer and inner shirts are the same colour to not distract from the mood/atmosphere, and also in pieces/merch that use a limited colour palette

For the FIRST time, I finally get to see that Kuroha art in full and not in crusty quality for once. It's a happy day for me

She is TINY compared to them... Haruka/Konoha/Kuroha is 182 cm (6'0") and Ene is 157 cm (5'2") or 640 px tall... Portable gf. They could put her in their pocket

Interesting that Ene's thigh highs were originally asymmetrical in the concept arts. The finalized design definitely fits her more.

Simplifying Ene's headphones is completely fine with me cuz of the rectangular part on it...

The rest of my rambles are under the cut as usual! ✨

Commissions

Whenever I commission artists, I send a detailed description of the characters' relevant design details, poses and expressions, etc., in the form itself.

Then I attach all necessary art refs in a Google Drive Folder and then send the link to the artist.

Because I know that sending a lot of art refs and a detailed description, just makes things easier for the artists you're commissioning.

My commission request forms tend to look like this

Commission Request

Characters

Series/OC (if applicable)

Design Details (for each character)

Poses and Expressions (Artists can ask for these to help guide their art process, but otherwise I just leave it up to the artist)

Other Notes (Simplifying details, especially for chibis, is perfectly fine with me)

VGen Rambles

VGen's site layout and format are honestly better than Ko-fi's imo

VGen has a REALLY nice UI for commissioning artists... I prefer it over Ko-fi when it comes to commissioning artists.

It shows all your commission requests in an organized format, and it has a really good commission request form, where the artist can send invoices.

VGen lets you upload more files and links as art refs. It's better than Ko-fi's in that it allows you to upload more files and add links. Iirc, I think Ko-fi's has a limit of 5

The artists can DM with their clients on VGen directly, and also leave files in high quality directly on the commission form after completion

There's also a review section, typically the artist leaves a review for the client and the client can give one. I always leave a message for the artist after the commission is done to show my gratitude 🥰

[cherubchoirs]

idk if you intentioned it like that, but as someone with chronic pain and fatigue, mike's condition half rotting condition makes me feel at least a bit more seen :,D

Sometimes days are harder than other, overworking is always on the table when you used to be an overachiever before your illness, the constant horror from other people too that , and the fear of some days being worse than others, the fear that you have overdone it so bad that you cant go further like the day before.

There is a fear some disabled people with this stuff dont talk about often because of not wanting to be pitied or looked for, so the more visual depicton of the rotting rather than the internal feeling is a way to kind of emphasize "This is pain. There is a limit he reached and keeps overcoming, even as he is falling apart"

This though also allows for the plant regrowth of mike to also be a hopeful thing of what comes when you finally respect the limits of your own body and learn how to treat it. Allowing your body to heal and you to learn new ways of enjoying time, even if its not the same as it used to be. Its not the same and might never be, but there are other, gentler ways to enjoy things now. Now you are even enjoying the bird chirp you never heard as you were rushing from task to task.

Once again sounds probably like rambling, but mike is just his own little garden of eden and learning how to tend to it means learning how to tend to himself too

thank you so much for this message, i'm really happy to see that this aspect of michael's character comes through because that's exactly what i'm trying to portray. michael is very much meant to show the physical and mental burnout one is left with after years of overachieving and perfectionism, coupled with becoming ill in a way that prevents him from continuing to achieve that standard. some days he tries to work to that same capacity, but he realizes more and more he's pushing himself to extremes when he's left combating much more severe symptoms as a result. at first, he fights against his body, treating it as an enemy, an obstacle, a weakness, forcing it beyond what it can now do because acceptance is just too difficult. if he can still perform as he once did, if he never slows and carries out his duty as the prince of heaven and warden of hell, then nothing has changed. he can make himself sick over and over again, trapping himself in a vicious cycle that only breaks down a body in desperate need of more care, but if he can still, eventually, force himself through another day of how he once could serve, he can deny his illness. but through the care of his siblings and v2, he gains an increasing appreciation for his body as it is now and what it is capable of. understanding his limits is a slow process, but as his fear and anger and grief are attended to, so can he now attend to his body, feel love for it and for the plants that grow in it now. they're so happy to have life and he starts to feel through them, finding himself in this body like he never before had the chance to.

i was diagnosed with a chronic illness a few years ago, and i went through these stages to arrive now in a place where my life is very different from before but i'm okay with it. i wanted michael to be similar, and that's also why i don't find a way to just "heal" characters - they are not broken because they are ill, and i want them to achieve fullness in that illness. michael actually lives a much more peaceful life in this new body, one that initially invoked so much hatred and fear but becomes beautiful as its own little garden even though it is the same as it has been ever since it died. there is still difficulty no matter how long it's been, there is still frustration and hardship through what has been lost, but he, overall, is happier, calmer, and more connected to himself than he was before his illness. disability is a complex thing and i know we don't all relate to it the same, but i just drew on my own experience and im so glad it could resonate with you too.