Drawing Asoiaf Characters That Have An AI Generated Image On Their Wiki Page - part 2 : Maynard Plumm ! This one having no artwork is crazy because he's not even a minor character ? He's a key character in The Mystery Knight ????? also literally bloodraven
(as always, no obligation, but if you wanna do something for my birthday, my kofi is in the pinned post, or I will always gladly accept kirby drawings <3 )
when I was 13 I was on fictionpress dot net when I read a story about a pack of werewolves that wore silver ear piercings to show their rank in the pack and the more hoops you had the higher your rank was and if you were demoted they just ripped them out and I thought that was so fuckin metal that I pierced one of my own ears several times on one side using a leather needle and a bunch of dollar store studs and am still lopsided to this day
no real moral to this story but original werewolf romance fiction writer from 2009ish if you're out there I hope you're still making cool shit
“It gets you there faster,” Harry exclaims, rummaging through the cabinets for glasses. Why in the bloody hell they were in the topmost shelf is beyond Harry. Probably Kreacher in a petty spell.
Voldemort, the giant git that he is, makes no move to help.
"Do you mind?"
"Yes, yes I do."
Prat.
“Besides, what’s the point of drinking if not to get pissed?” Harry huffs out, stretching for all his 5'4 stature allowed him. His middle and index fingers graze the edge-most cup, accidentally pushing it further in.
“To enjoy it perhaps,” Voldemort snarks. He watches Harry throw away his last shred of dignity and climb the counter to reach, like it's something fascinating to behold.
“I’ll be enjoying myself plenty, thanks,” Harry says, victorious in his plundering with a cup in hand.
"Why not just summon it?"
Harry rolls his eyes. "Kreacher has objects not react to my magic when he's cross with me." Which is always. Harry stopped keeping track of the reasons.
Voldemort wandlessly summons the second cup to him. Harry flips him off.
For all Voldemort's belly-aching he still shares a glass with Harry. Then four more. They've moved to the study and drank through most of the bottle when Harry makes the comment, “never would’ve taken you for a lighter spirits fellow.”
“I prefer sweet things,” Voldemort says, slowly raking his eyes up Harry's form before locking on to Harry’s own. The way he said it had Harry’s cheeks flushing. Probably just the alcohol catching up to him. Still, his belly is warm and he's feeling good.
geto and a reader with capnolagnia (a fetish/attraction to the smell of cigarette smoke/the act of smoking) and so everytime he wants some puss, he steps out for a few and comes back REEKING of it.
he loves doing it at movie theatres, restaurants, sometimes before he comes to visit you at work or before entering your house. any excuse to make you hot and bothered that inevitably leads to him being dragged to the bathroom or bedroom, sometimes not even bothering to hide it and just doing it right there as discreetly as possible.
he just loves the stark contrast when you go from bright, smiling, and cheery to furrowed brows and rustling thighs. mouth all but watering as you fuck the man to oblivion behind your eyes, before finally pouncing on him.
geto has also certainly fucked you WHILE smoking... slow lazy thrusts as he watches the ash flutter down to rest on your torso. smearing it with his hands as he slides it up to play with your nipple idly. putting the filter to your lips to inhale. all before he's locking your lips with his, grabbing each of your shoulders so hard his nails dig into your flesh. inhaling the smoke from your mouth as he pulls you down towards his hips. his leisurely pace turned cruel and hyper. fucking you like a rabbit who's only goal is to finish before it's heart gives out.
he gets so needy as he exhales the remainder of smoke across your face, watching your expressions as he drills into you ruthlessly. he may be using you like a toy right now, but after a little clean up, when he's put his briefs back on and you're in his shirt, you'll step out onto the back porch for a proper smoke. cuddling on the sun bed and passing the cigarette back and forth. staring up at the stars as you ramble about nothing special as you both bask in the afterglow of your ecstasy... and once you're back inside, who knows? maybe you'll be going at it again.
a deluxe assortment of weevils to ring in the new year! i really wanna push expressions more, and thankfully i have the world's most expressive little freak as a muse.
I cannot BELIEVE I am making progress on training Fancy to "sneeze" on command!
It looks sort of like shaking her head no, so I'm not sure what verbal cue to use. Do I use "sneeze" or "achoo!" or do I train it in as potentially part of a funny "dialogue" during a performance? "Ya think?" "*sneezes NO*"
I really like them both!
Here she is looking regal and not like a shop towel, btw: