#izel tag

[moookar]

arthur and john reading poetry in a garden, for the painting asks???? i know it would be lovely in your style <3333

I put them in a park in early fall because I’m SO ready for summer to be over. Arthur remaining blind even after separation has a very special place in my heart

[yelly-ink]

it's my pillars phase once again so yeah, Aloth Iselmyr with ale!

also a lot of crappy sketches with my watcher. her name is Izel and she's a priest of Wael, also an explorer (I think she was a cartographer) from the Deadfire Archipelago. YES, an orlan. again. this time a wild one!

i keep forgetting her earrings

I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I like Durance. and Hiravias is still my favourite character

oh and um. she also has a gun.

[dabruzzy]

Onyx Equinox characters as text posts part 1

[naquey]

A little scenario for @outerspacecarryon, I'll be borrowing Izel for a little bit. I hope I do her character justice. (If I don't please correct me)

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Tobias Belleview wasn't shy. He rarely got shy or nervous, but he was a bundle of nerves when it came to strangers or friends he hadn't met yet. Sam had a friend he never met, but he wanted to get along with her. He tried to give off a good first impression.

After everything that happened, he wanted to show that even though she didn't get along with Sam, it wouldn't stop them from being friends. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he really liked Sam and in no way intended for their friendship to hurt either party.

He found Izel typing in a Word document in the computer lab, most likely doing her homework. Toby preferred to do his homework in class unless he didn't understand the lesson. The beads were smooth in his hand. The texture snapped him out of it before he got sidetracked. It wasn't that he hoped this small gesture could smooth things over with her, but he wanted to remain a neutral party.

He was cordial even if he wasn't the happiest about Robby and Sam.

But that was beside the point.

"Izel?" He tapped her on the shoulder.

She spun around in the desk chair. He wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she looked ready to jump. Toby held his hands up and took a step back.

"Woah, easy there. It's me."

"Oh." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you need something?" She wasn't going to fault him for being friends with Sam, but it was strange he talked to her even though he hadn't before.

"I made this for you," Toby showed her the beaded bracelet that said her name. He smiled sheepishly and looked away.

Izel didn't say anything. She looked at it, perplexed and maybe even a bit confused. Taking her silence as a sign, he hesitantly pulled the bracelet away from her view.

"It- It's okay if you don't like it! I could make you something else. I just don't want you to feel left out..."

Izel took the bracelet from him before he could put it away. She smiled down at it. It was something that someone took their time to make for her. It was somewhat offputting, but only because she wasn't used to this. Her family always gave her gifts, but none of her friends had done that. She was used to it by her family. It left her a bit speechless.

To Toby, it felt like hours had passed without a response from her. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the anxiety was beginning to make him spiral. He wasn't usually this nervous daily, but he didn't want her to hate him. He didn't want to seem like a jerk or a creep. He liked giving gifts to his friends.

"Thank you?" She made it sound like a question, but Toby sighed in relief.

He saw what was on the Word document, and his brain switched like something had been flipped. He didn't mean to zero on the essay she was writing, but it was too late.

"What is Folklorico?"

In a panic, Izel minimized the window, but her face lit up once she processed his question. Toby had a feeling this was something she knew quite a bit about. He pulled out one of the open chairs and sat down as she began to ramble.

[birds-of-the-sur]

What is Holding You Back?

The inability to rely on others without feeling like a burden.

You're spending way too much time trying to find an explanation for everything you do and think, aren't you? you feel like all of the answers have to come from inside of you, since that's the role you've grown into. from the outside, people think you have it together. they see your open arms as invitation, and therefore keep leaning on you. at first, it was okay, since you wanted to help. but slowly, you're being dragged further and further down. you need help, too. but you're supposed to be there for everyone else. you're the one they go to when they're struggling. you've put everyone else first, and now you feel like you can't allow others to know that you need help. please, stop telling yourself you're fine. deep down, you know you aren't. things don't have to be this way. you can let those people in. if anything, they will be grateful that you reached out. can you imagine how nice it'd feel to take a break from dealing with this all on your own?

Tagged By: @lastmurianwarrior​ thanks for tagging me:3

Tagging: Since I’m really late- Anyone who hasn’t done it yet and is wearing a hat :v

[lunar-solarsystem]

@ellamenop

reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

[potato-lord-but-not]

MORE JOHNS AND ARTHURS 🤭🤭🤭

okayyy I actually really really love how all these turned out like!! everyone stop having such good John designs challenge IMPOSSIBLE. There for a split second I was questioning my reasoning for including Arthur cus he really is just some guy BUT i actually had a really fun time drawing em all!

Once again tagging bc I’m a menace-: @eva-birdman-art, @godwaltz, @mx-paisley, @toastydumpster, @izel-scribbles, and @samglyph !!

Also after gathering all the people I wanted to draw I found SO MANY MORE GOOD DESIGNS OUGH this fandom never ceases to impress me y’all are crazzzyyy

[da-cti]

Drew the Oscars I got from that post! If anyone adds any others on I'll try to draw them :]c

Close-ups under the cut with tags!

@gaysquares

@izel-scribbles

@wremms

@staticbluue

[ananxiousgenz]

HEY YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS????? JARTHUR COWBOY AU TIME!!!!!

this one also comes with a bit of info for the beginning:

@percymawce-arts and I have finally given this monster child of ours a name!! from here on out, this fic shall be known as "When the Land was Godless and Free" (a lyric from the song foreigner's god by hozier)!

the chapters we are posting are like. severely out of order. we've just been going crazy behind the scenes (we keep getting good ideas and then discussing/writing them for literal hours, it's a great time). percy basically wrote all of this and i just did some minor edits and left all caps comments screaming about how fucking GOOD this is, so any and all compliments should be directed at him <3

and some trigger warnings: this chapter contains alcohol and some suggestive themes!!

@izel-reblogs and @ellamenop (if you guys want me to stop tagging you please lmk)

“Here’s to John and Arthur! Arthur and John!” Noel shouted, stepping up onto the bar and raising his beer, some of it sloshing over the side of the cup with the motion. “Freaky-ass, sharpshooting, vigilante crime-fighting extraordinaires! Without you two, those gangsters would still be shooting up this charming little town.” He flashed a wink and a gaggle of girls seated behind John giggled. John rolled his eyes. “To John and Arthur!”

“To John and Arthur!” the bar echoed, jovial sounds of conversation and rowdy drinking soon filling the space again. John smiled into his drink, only to choke and nearly fall out of his chair when Noel clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Get ready for a lot of free drinks,” he said, hopping down to the floor. “This town’s full of generous rich folks just waiting for a chance to throw some money around.” 

John groaned. “Does that mean I have to talk to people?”

“I’m afraid so, darlin’,” Noel said, all easy charm and swagger as he leaned up against the bar next to John. “Uh oh. Don’t look now, but there’s one coming up behind you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” John swore under his breath as a young blonde woman in a pink (and startlingly revealing) dress came up to the bar beside him. “That was fast,” he whispered to Noel, who barely managed to hide a snigger.

“Hi!” the woman squealed, her pitch akin to metal nails on glass. John winced. Voice aside, her general disposition was the near equivalent to staring straight into the afternoon sun, and the neon pink of her dress didn’t help matters.

“Can I buy you a drink, cowboy?” she crooned, gently brushing a hand over his shoulder as she smiled far too brightly (the whole blind sharpshooter gig tended to work better when only one of them was blind). 

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, I don’t-”

“It’s on the house for you, sweetheart. I’ll pay for everything, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. So, how about that drink?” She moved in closer beside him, her hand drifting up his neck and along his jawline. John was only beginning to think of how to politely decline when he felt a looming presence over his shoulder.

“Only if you buy for all of us,” Arthur said, not unkindly. But John had been traveling with him for long enough to recognize the hint of something else beneath the politeness. Not what it was, just that it was there. The woman giggled.

“Well, of course! Anything for our dashing heroes!” John glanced over his shoulder at Arthur. His face was set in stone, watching the woman like a hawk on a rabbit as she slipped a few coins into the bartender’s hand and waited for drinks in return. He looked… tense. Like he was a piece of rope, stretched to the verge of snapping, and if that annoying woman made one wrong move, he would.

Noel raised an eyebrow at Arthur. “You must be a real hit with the ladies,” he murmured into his glass, looking Arthur up and down as he did so. Arthur paid him no mind.

The sunshine woman was not the last to buy them a round of drinks, not by a long shot. Plenty of flirtatious ladies (and a few flirtatious men), thankful patrons and impressed watchmen approached them, hoping to show their gratitude by buying them a shot or a glass of whiskey. Arthur didn’t leave John’s side the whole night, quick to shut down any attempts at seduction by feigning ignorance to the intentions of anyone who approached them. But John knew better. John could see the hard set of his jaw, how he gripped his glass too tightly whenever a scantily clad lady twirled her hair around her finger, or a rambunctious young cowboy leaned too far into John’s personal space. It made John’s heart flutter wildly in his chest. 

The drinks only slowed as the saloon emptied out, leaving Noel, Arthur and John three sheets to the wind, laughing uproariously at something stupid as the morning sun came over the horizon (Oscar had retired hours before, drunker than anyone at the bar much, much faster. Arthur had squeezed his shoulder and bid him goodnight with an expression of concern that made John’s heart clench).

Noel wiped tears from his eyes and looked over John’s shoulder, out the window behind him. When he saw the beginnings of daylight creeping over the horizon, he sighed. (He watched them, Arthur and John, engaged in a quiet but passionate discussion about something he couldn’t parse. They were both flushed and leaning in too close, chuckling at every other word that passed between them, oblivious to the rising sun or the empty saloon or Noel’s hands on their arms, steering them towards their room at the inn upstairs).

John chuckled (he did not giggle, he chuckled) as Noel tossed him into their rented room, with Arthur following soon after. He tripped over a trunk near the foot of the bed on his way in, falling forward onto the mattress with a gentle oof. Arthur laughed at him much too loudly for whatever time it was. 

“Alright, you two,” Noel said, trying to hold back a laugh, “wash up and go to bed. God, I should’ve never given that toast, you’re both insufferable drunks.”

“Oh, shhhhhhh,” Arthur hushed, pulling John out of bed by his wrist. John leaned fully against Arthur in an effort to stay upright. It mostly worked. “You loooooove us,” he laughed. Noel smiled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes but unable to keep the fond expression off his face. “You keep telling yourselves that.” He wiped his nose and tipped his hat to them. “Goodnight, you two.” Then he closed the door, and it was just them. John and Arthur, Arthur and John. 

“Okay, come on,” John said after a long stretch of silence, inelegantly turning Arthur in the direction of their shared washbasin and mirror. Arthur giggled a bit as John tried to move him forward, mumbling some drinking song under his breath that John didn’t recognize (maybe it’s a British one, John thought lamely). They tripped over each other's feet a few times, but ultimately made it to the edge of the sink without completely falling over. 

When they did, John braced his hands on either side of it with a tired sigh, watching his reflection in the mirror. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and a flush to his cheeks from the alcohol, but otherwise he seemed in decent condition. A few cuts and scrapes, some new and some old, and his braid was a little out of sorts, but nothing really concerning–

Then all the haziness of the alcohol and the late night was gone because Arthur’s full weight was at his back, his warmth permeating the fabric of John’s shirt and vest. His hot breath fanned across John’s ear and jaw, his eyes fluttering closed with the weight of inebriation. John inhaled shakily, suddenly brought back to shifting bodies and whiskey and fireworks with such vivid clarity it could have been real.

But it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. John was drunk. Arthur was drunk, he could barely stand up straight, for fucks sake. He was just using John for support, falling asleep on his shoulder, and… 

And pressing his nose behind John’s ear, ghosting his lips over the back of his jaw. Breathing his name with a pained expression. John’s own expression matched, half lidded eyes never leaving the mirror, tense and pained and wanting, oh-so deeply, for the one thing he knew he couldn’t have.

Despite himself, John’s eyes slipped closed. His shoulders relaxed, tension leaving his body as Arthur hands came up to rest on his hips. His head tilted, granting Arthur access to more of his jaw and neck. And Arthur took it. He didn’t kiss, but he skimmed. Barely there, almost not real, deniable. Like a spirit. Like a gut feeling. Like instinct.

“John…” Arthur breathed. John felt a shiver work its way down his spine at the sound of Arthur’s voice at the base of his skull, reverberating in his head like it was meant to be there. It took every ounce of will that John had to keep the small moan building in the base of his throat from escaping.

“Arthur,” he answered, voice hoarse and quiet. He wanted to open his eyes. Wanted to see himself in the mirror with Arthur over his shoulder, arms around him, nosing at his neck and shoulder, resisting the urge to press warm kisses into his skin. Or maybe to bite. To draw blood. John had never been shown a difference between violence and love. Maybe they weren’t so different. He hoped so. He wanted… 

He wanted to see the look on Arthur’s face. Would it be like it was that day in the cabin? Shocked and a little confused but mostly needy. Yearning for something. Yearning for John. Or would it be darker? Dark like the clouds before a storm, the kind of storm that drowned you with rain and filled the air with electricity. Would it be dark like he was holding back? Like John was? 

But John didn’t open his eyes, no matter how badly he wanted to know. If his eyes stayed closed, he could pretend Arthur’s gentle, delicate touch wasn’t there at all. Just a taste of something more, enough to leave John wanting. Enough for him to imagine. Enough for it to stay a pleasant, alcohol induced dream. If he opened his eyes it would be real, and it would have to stop. And John did not want it to stop.

“John,” Arthur murmured, his voice just above a whisper now. “Open your eyes.” The timbre of it was deep, so much deeper than John had heard it before. How could he have possibly known? How could he know John so well in so little time? So completely? The moan John was holding on to finally slipped past his lips when Arthurs grip on his waist tightened, ever so slightly. “John,” Arthur choked. 

“I can’t,” John whispered as Arthur’s fingers moved from his hips, leaving a burning heat behind in the shape of Arthur’s palm. They trailed up and up, tugging at the buttons of John’s shirt as they went, making his breath hitch. Up to his open collar, nails dragging across John’s collar bone and hollow of his throat. Until they wrapped ever so gently around his neck, the thumb coming up to guide John’s jaw this way and that. John was breathing hard, now.

“Why?” Arthur asked, pressing himself closer, still, to John. John whined.

“I…” I want to. God, I want to. Make me. “Please, Arthur, don’t make me. Please, just–”

John gasped when he felt Arthur’s teeth scrape lightly over the skin of his neck, his hand flying up to grip Arthur’s hair, his shoulder, something. To hold Arthur. But he was stopped by a strong grip on his wrist, which guided his hand back down to the edge of the sink, holding it there. Pinning it. 

“John,” Arthur whispered. John’s chest was rising and falling like Akke’s after a long sprint, his heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s. Arthur’s thumb caressed his knuckles, white with the strength of his grip on the sink.

“Please,” they said at the same time. John’s brow furrowed, his lips hung parted in anticipation. His mind swung wildly from the present, between Arthur and the mirror with a hand around his throat, to the cabin, pressing Arthur to the wooden floor, pinning his wrists above his head. The burning momentum between them suddenly halted by John’s fear, like a landslide on the track before a train. Now the train was out of control again, brakes screeching against wheels that just wouldn’t stop, sparks flying. Sparks like fireworks. Sparks like live wires. Sparks like exploding gunpowder.

But then the warmth at his back was gone. Along with it the hand at his throat and the one  pinning his own to the sink. The teeth at the junction of his neck and shoulder and the hot breath on his skin vanished, leaving only a stark coldness where they’d been before. John sighed, whether in relief or disappointment he didn’t know, and opened his eyes.

The flush on his face had migrated down his neck and chest, which was exposed now (when had Arthur done that?) and heaving. The ‘light sheen’ of sweat was beading at his temples and brow now, falling in drops down to his jaw, along the bridge of his nose. His lips were parted and his eyes were wide and his neck was bare. 

And Arthur, leaning drunkenly against the wall behind him, arms crossed, expression chilly. He was breathing heavily too, and his face was red like the first hints of daylight in the sky. But it was the hard set of his mouth and brow that made John shiver.

“We should go to bed, John,” he said, voice still raspy. A needy, sad little sound rose from John’s throat then, and John’s hand flew to his mouth, as if to force the offending sound back in. Arthur swallowed and turned, ready to head back to one of the twin beds awaiting them. Side by side and yet still miles apart. “And don’t worry.”

“It’ll all feel like a dream, tomorrow.”

[symbiotic-slime]

My Venom/Malevolent Crossover Ramblings

there’s like 15 of you guys who liked that post so i figured i would share my idea! also shout out to @bat-luun and @french-toast-enjoyer for letting me ramble about this in ur dms while I was trying to solidify the idea :D

It revolves around how similar Arthur and Eddie’s careers are. Arthur was a private investigator and now gets sent around investigating various cults and Eddie is an investigative journalist. so if I could get them to the same time, it would be pretty easy to have them meet.

So my idea is that Kayne uses his time fuckery magic to send Arthur and John to San Fran in the the 21st Century to find some random mcguffin he wants. Arthur starts investigating this cult, which from the other cults in Malevolent tend to be like the higher ups of society.

Eddie would be investigating the cult for completely different reasons. maybe there’s like money laundering, maybe people have disappeared and it seems to be tied to this group idk. One day while on the job he runs into Arthur, and they decide to be partners while working on this case.

Cue a bunch of shenanigans where they are both trying to act completely normal and like they aren’t sharing a body with another entity. They both keep noticing how weird the other one is acting but never speak up about it lest they be discovered for also doing weird things. Both John and Venom are suspicious of the other person, but neither of them want to make the first move.

Eventually, Eddie and Arthur are caught by the cultists. They’re surrounded. Eddie gives up on protecting their identity and transforms into Venom to save their lives. Afterwards Eddie tries to explain what happened to Arthur, expecting him to be freaked out and terrified, but Arthur is just like “Wait. You’re like me?” and tells Eddie about John.

Arthur also gets his moment to use his powers, just not in combat because let’s be honest John and Arthur aren’t very formidable in like any combat scenario. Their lead turns up dead. Eddie’s frantic, trying to figure out what happened and how to continue their investigation. Arthur touches the person, learning how they died and helping them continue to unravel what happened and who did it.

While this is all going on, both Eddie + Venom and John + Arthur learn things about each other and their relationships through the other. Is this fic idea also an excuse for me to write John and Arthur learning how to fucking communicate for once because they see Venom and Eddie acting as a team? Yes, yes it is.

Eddie gives Arthur advice on bodysharing and successfully navigating a romantic relationship like that, completely unaware that they’re not officially dating each other. Insert a Rosa Diaz “you two just need to bone” moment.

Eddie and Arthur get coffee together after the cult bullshit is said and done. John and Arthur are getting along a lot better. When Eddie tries to ask if they took his advice, Arthur blushes furiously and tells him that this is not an appropriate conversation to be having. Eddie smiles smugly for the rest of their time together.

Also Kayne dies because I hate him (sorry to all the Kayne lovers out there I understand why u like him he just pisses me off). It would be incredibly funny if it was treated as unseriously as Cletus’ death in Venom Let There Be Carnage where Venom just says “fuck this guy” and bites his head off.

tagging the people who said they wanted to hear my ramblings: @izzythedemigod @larsons-shattered-eyeballs @izel-reblogs :D

[vee-lociraptor]

@james-spooky had to get out my laptop for this one /pos. im so sorry if you notice the pattern where several of these are indeed written by my mutuals. my mutuals are really good writers i cannot help this. i will not be tagging any of them because im about to be so cringe on main about their work. under the cut because i accidentally rambled

SupposedToBeWriting on ao3 (organchordsandlightning on tumblr) is really good!! she has a very good characterization of both john and arthur (from what i know she usually portrays them platonically) and she describes things beautifully :) i hear really good things about her writing in general but in particular i have bookmarked - A Light in the Dark (set in s1, coma arthur) - alike and together (spoilers for part 29, very much love this one) - The Alleyway Monster (set vaguely part 6) - A Body Divided (crossover with the monstrous agonies podcast, which i do not know, but very silly and i enjoy it)

WordsINeedToGetOut on ao3 (gayghostrights on tumblr) also has great depictions of arthur and john and writes them more as like. not romantic not platonic not qpr but a secret fourth thing. very fun to read. they have some good sfw fic but if nsfw isnt your thing (and it very much is. not mine) mind their tags. - i specifically follow their "a family found and made" series it's. so nice. it's post canon but an au of sorts so there's not really spoilers - what does and does not fit (post-part 43 john doe poem im Very Normal about (i met him because i was being feral about it)) - again. please mind his tags.

dearcaspian on ao3 (lighthouseshepard on tumblr) is an absolutely phenomenal writer and i am not biased about this at all. please trust. in all seriousness his prose reads like poetry it's so nice to get to read it every time. i know waltz already recommended it but take it as peer review because no sweeter innocence is mind altering. i read all like 28,000 words of it at the time in one go at two in the morning kind of mind altering. (visibly shaking) it's. really good - other than that they write really good separate bodies jarthur fic that makes me feral - i dont even have specific recommendations all of it makes me sick. go forth. some of it is on his tumblr go get it. - i LIED a kind of quiet holy makes me more sick than a lot of the rest of it. call me touch starved if you want but i will say that on main

safe_ship_habored on ao3 (izel-scribbles on tumblr) only has a few works and mostly writes dollins at this point but they're really good! i think they've posted some exclusively on tumblr? can't think of anything specific right now but ik i've read the most toothaching john and arthur fluff /pos from them

i don't want to talk about this one. lea's going to see it. im going to do it anyway because it is my favorite malevolent fic and i feel you should know about it. there is a fic and it's on tumblr and it's called when the land was godless and free. it is by percymawce-arts and ananxiousgenz on tumblr. i am insane about it. it is a cowboy au and it is somewhat suggestive (moaning making out sort of thing) but the prose is so so good. the characterization and the way they translate malev characters into a western cowboy setting is phenomenal. it has catholic guilt in it. it has yearning. it's romantic jarthur and if it's not your thing i get it but percy and lea both really cooked on this one. i know i've posted about it on tumblr before. i am so aware that one of the authors is my mutual now lea don't look.

i am rambling so hard right now i have more. im not even done. im so sorry - styrofoamdoor (ao3 and tumblr) has a noel character study on their ao3 account and it's so good and i am thinking about it always. it's set post-episode 40. - ETA, never change by green_tea_and_honey SO silly and goofy and yet. also serious somehow. au where arthur has a phone and john messes around with it - come, wayward souls is also by green_tea_and_honey and i havent read it yet but it IS an over the garden wall crossover and i love that show so much - kiss me better is the only work i've read by SeerOfTime but i hear really good things about their malevolent fic so i will definitely be checking them out in the future

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

Writing Share Tag

This is from Honor's Outcasts book1 (Djek’s introduction, in fact)

A brutal thud sounded from the room. Again, the sickening noise came forth. Again and again and again. The rhythm of the crunch-snap matched the beating of Djek’s heart, growing faster and faster to an accompaniment of keening wails.

She’s doing this for our own good. Would you rather be the one in there, you bleeding heart bastard? he reasoned desperately. In this world, you’re either giving the beating or taking it. And the Tunnel Wasps aren’t the sort to shy from giving one. It’s her or me. Them or us.

His eyes ached with dryness, yet Djek was unable to close them any more than he was able to drown out the sounds of the beating. He was on watch. This was his job; make sure no one got in or out. And by the gods, he wouldn’t fail this time.

He wouldn’t fail. Not like Shasvi, or Nace, or Fabaeil. Ok, Fabaeil hadn’t really been his fault, it was just that he hadn’t really known how strong dwarvish ale was. And then they’d asked him to kill that boy and he’d had to pretend to be sick—

Just as Djek’s mind began to wander, a faint movement caught the corner of his vision.

Shit.

Squinting, Djek could just make out the hazy form of a small child. He wasn’t any good with kids’ ages, but this one was on the young side. Her cotton nightgown stood out fiercely against her coppery skin. In the dark, it was hard to make out the details, but Djek didn’t need good vision to tell the girl’s cheeks were wet with tears.

Shit!

Djek glanced back into the bedroom. The floor was a smear of red. Like a splattered fruit, petals of gore spread from the shuddering body of the debtor. In one corner, Eztli Izel sobbed, one hand covering her face while the other reached for her love.

Between them stood Tyche. His friend was focused on methodically wiping clean her brass knuckles. Swiftly, Djek shifted his focus back towards the child.

He almost screamed when he noticed how close the girl had crept. Why the fuck are kids so damn creepy! Do I kill her—

No! The thought, then the brutal realization that he’d had it, hit Djek like a knife to the gut. No, no, no, no!

Glancing side to side, Djek shuffled closer to the girl. This close, her face resolved itself into one of soft features and a cleft lip. Her mouth quivered, eyes locked on Djek’s. She seemed to be almost about to ask him something.

In a panic, Djek summoned his shadows. Immediately, the girl’s face shifted from mute shock to fight-or-flight terror. She ran. Who wouldn’t after such a display? Djek gave a prayer of thanks for the home’s sumptuous carpet. Her escape was all but silent.

A hand clapped over his shoulder. This time, Djek screamed for all he was worth.

“Hey, cool it!” Tyche spat. “We’re done here.”

“Sorry! Sorry. I— I guess I’m just a little jumpy.” Djek’s heart pounded so loud he could barely hear his own excuses.

Tyche sighed. “You done good out here. Now let’s get the fuck out. I need a good bar crawl.”

“Isn’t the retrieval early tomorrow?”

“Sure is,” Tyche shrugged. “But… Well, we have to take the fun times when we can. Who knows what tomorrow holds?”

Djek gave a weak smile, but a sincere one. “You know me, always up for a good bar crawl.”

I'll tag @rkmoon @cssnder @sergeantnarwhalwrites @leahnardo-da-veggie and anyone else who wants to share :)

[aglitchysylveon]

slides in with question

List 5 things that make you happy, and put this in the ask box of 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!

(btw you dont have to answer on the spot :3) (btwbtw: LOVE YOUR WORK /POS)

Things that make me happy? I have a lot but if it comes to here I guess I can think of some things.

1: I like it when people reblog my stuff, especially the things that aren't overly popular. Like half of my art that has a shit ton of attention are of the smiling critter things and then I look at my OCs that have... Like 2 reblogs and maybe 4 likes. So I like it when people look my OC art because I worked a lot on those (even the lore bits)

2: I enjoy getting comments and asks about little things about myself, it's fun to write about the things I like.. And maybe getting asks for my OCs? I LOVE WRITING ABOUT THEM PLEASE SOMEONE ASK CECE SOMETHI-

3: I don't know why people use the tags to comment on people's posts when they reblog things but sometimes it can be so funny to see their reaction, and it's unironically the funniest thing. Also some of the messages of the reblogged posts are so funny 💀. The McDonald's Gabriel thingy I did that kinda blew up has so many people being like "yes I'll have (a food from the restaurant)" but yeah. Now I'm kinda just rambling lol.

4: These last two are kinda tricky because these never happened (yet) and I'm sure any artist can relate to the sheer volume of happiness that can suddenly materialize within you, but it's when people comment about my art and how much they love it, I know that I'm good at art it's just sometimes I kinda doubt my ability or get down on myself when things don't get attention but I gotta remember it's the stinky algorithm.

5: For this, I hope one day it'll happen. But I love getting fanart of my OCs, so far it's really only been my small friend group whose been drawing for each other, and even from them I get happy about seeing my OCs in their art styles or just doing stupid shit. Or with their OCs.

But yeah that's pretty much what I can think of.

I don't know how to do the askbox shit so I'll just ping 10 people here and hope I don't explode from doing things wrong, please don't drag me into the shadow realm.

@angelcat123 @aprosin @clownpalette @cameraclown06 @gardensofcanaan @little-miss-impersonator @handhourgalleries @callie-flower @purpletrashsnake @izel-scribbles

(Also this totally isn't a promotion for my mother but guys please follow @handhourgalleries , she's my mom and she's very cool, her art looks so edible I'd eat her art as a late night snack. Do it now/j)

[my-corneroftheworld]

Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,4k

Tags: no minors allowed, "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy scare, afab reader

Ps. I seem to be back on track. As usual, I accept the constructive criticism below and I am grateful for your loving support :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I began spending more time with him. Though it would always be during odd hours. Early mornings and late nights. I suppose a lot of his duties get in the way during the day and in all honesty, so do mine. Training is as rigorous as always, Namora has however complimented me at times now that I am capable of fighting underwater. Attuma and Izel were overjoyed about the courtship, constantly teasing whenever they get the opportunity. After asking Izel to formally start teaching me their language and culture she has been nothing but diligent. I have so much to learn and I am so grateful to have such a patient and kind person supporting me. I often tell her but she always tries to humble herself. Being here I feel a bit isolated and having someone who truly wants to get to know me and I them has made all the difference.

I went to his place to get ready, not that it would make any difference. Tonight is the first time I leave the cave. He asked me to come see Talokan and I jumped at the opportunity. Izel would often talk about its beauty and I feel I need to know what I am striving to protect. I can't control the water pressure for too long so he said I would have to use a suit so I won't accidentally die. A hand gently placed on my shoulder pulls me from my thoughts. I turned around and was greeted by the man who occupies most of my thoughts. He pulled me in quietly for a soft kiss to which I gladly participate.

"You look as beautiful as the moon, my love," he says in between breaths. I chuckle a bit, flattery unfortunately has very much an effect on me. I just hope I am not wrong to feel this comfortable to be in his arms.

"Thank you, but I guess you won't be seeing it for long as I am going to have to put on that submarine of a suit"

"Submarine?" he asks. I look at him confused until I remember he hasn't lived my life or is even from the surface world. I keep on forgetting that I am not home.

"It's those machines that people use to explore the sea levels that have high pressure" I clarify.

"Ah, of course, I have encountered a few. Never knew what they were called though" He looks into my eyes, searching. For what? I don't know. It's moments like these that make me wonder what he is thinking. If he really loves me or it's just another ploy to get me to stay. I suppose sometimes I search in his eyes too.

" Before we go down, I wanted to give you something," he says before handing me a chocker. It was gold lace and adorned with emerald green jewels. I can tell what kind they were but they were gorgeous.

"Thank you, you shouldn't have," I say before trying it on but the threads didn't want to comply with my instructions. I hear i small snicker then a "may I?" I embarrassingly nod and allow him to put it on.

"Thank you," He always tries to bring something for our meetings, pearls, and seashells and sometimes he would visit my old house to bring some of my books. For some reason, I'm always surprised when he does though, this amount of pampering isn't what I am used to I guess.

"Let's go then" he guides me out of the cabin and shows me to the suit at the pool's edge. I maneuver myself in luckily I manage to do without his help and on his we emerge ourselves in water. It felt strange not being able to feel it on my skin but somehow I could still feel it around me, reassuring me. He swam in front of me, looking back from time to time while I followed him. The sea got darker and darker as we moved away from the cave. After a short swim, he stopped and moved towards a circular stone head. He put his hands in the hole and put the ends of his palms together whiles stretchy out the rest of his hands. Suddenly a whirlpool appeared and he motioned me to get in with him so I did. The pool had a strong current. It became hard for me to move in this already stiff suit but I loved it. I've tried commanding a whirlpool but it took a lot of focus to even get a decent twirl. Seeing and feeling it around gave me chills and a whole new perspective on its power.

Once the whirlpool ceased I was surrounded by complete darkness, nothing but the light of my small flashlight attached to my helmet to give me consolidation. I drifted forward trying to spot him and saw a faint light coming from above a bolder and in that light a figure that I assumed to be his. When I reached the top and stood by his side I finally saw, the origin of this light was Talokan. It stood there in all its wonder amongst the dark blue sea. We swam towards it and I was struck by awe, It was majestic, everything from the quaint markets to the towering buildings. As we swam around the beautiful kingdom surrounded by busy people, I found him throwing little glances my way. He wasn't telling me but I know he was communicating his pride of his kingdom. It wasn't from a place of arrogance though but from of love. I smiled. I thought I understood before but now being here and seeing it, I completely understand the importance of protecting this place.

After spending hours there I was plagued by a sense of exhilaration and unease. I wanted to be there like fully emersed in the sea, touching the fruits from the market and the ground beneath my feet. I know one day I will but right now I'll have to be satisfied with just looking.

"Did you like it there?" he asked whiles drawing circles on my skin. We went to bed after the trip and I was so exhausted that I ended up not saying a word. I suppose it's a lot for me to process.

"Yes... I did. It was astonishing" he lets out a soft chuckle.

"Good... It is your home now" I looked at him and silence fell between us. It wasn't unwanted or awkward but comforting. Being in silence with him was my home in ways I cannot explain. Caressing each other seeking no more than each other's company is all I need. But somethings knawing at me and I don't what it is. We continue like this until I fall asleep.

Upon waking I realize he is not there. He probably left early for a meeting or something. I make my way toward my hut to change and prepare myself for training. I was walking along the pool when I felt it again, the uneasiness. But this time I realized what it was. Suddenly it came out, I barely had time to react before vomiting on the corner of the path. Izel saw and rushed towards me.

"Are you alright?" she asked concerningly

"I'm not sure" I rarely vomit or feel nausea even during my period. My period. It hasn't come yet. It could just be late, that happens at times.

"How many days has it been since I came here?"

"About 30 days. But why are you asking? Come inside so I can go get you some medicine." She pulled me to a hammock in my room and went. I might be but how can I check. Should I tell her my suspicions? No, I need to keep to myself until I know for certain. It might just be a fluke or the pressure of being underwater for as long as I have. She came back with tea and encouraged me to drink.

"It's good for you when you feel sick. Drink and I will tell Namora that you will not train today"

"Thank you" She smiles before leaving me once again to my thoughts. I have no clue what the hell I have gotten myself into.

[jo2ukes]

YIPPEEEE tagged by @50sjello to do this cute lil character picrew so i've pulled out a couple of the girls/girls+ ~ izel tecpa (CoS) 🩸 || courier six/chavis (fnv) ☢ qi'tre (bg3) 🔮 || tenoch laidir/rook (datv) 🐉

i 'no obligation' tag @mermaidbitch, @spectrealenko, @discordsmuse, and anyone else who wants to do it~!

[deputyash]

Izel & Astarion (BG3) | Dove & John (FC5)

Monroe & Molly (RDR2) | Dove & Cooper (FC5)

Tagged by @bg-brainrot @direwombat @derelictheretic and @adelaidedrubman to do this picrew! Thank you!!

Tagging: @teamhawkeye @harmonyowl @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @wrathfl @blissfulalchemist @jacobseed @wrathfulrook @mel-eficent @cassietrn @shallow-gravy @miss-jennifer-cormier @bardic-inspo (I’m sure a lot of y’all have done it already but just in case! :3)

Also, Cooper belongs to @strafethesesinners :3