Link meeting Solaine!! YIPEPEEE!!
(if you haven't seen my other post, solaine is a sidon x yona fanchild!! XP)
i honestly wanted to continue this but this already took like 9 hours out of me so im gonna leave it as is, im like, obsessed with doodling her now 🤕
paper sketches under the cut!!
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My submission for @merlintarotfest! I went fairly literal, but when I got my spread it fit too well to not go this route.
Posted in the collection on AO3!
I haven't tried my hand at Merlin fanart since I was a pixel artist, so this was fun! :D
Also had fun trying out something new with the style. I took the oracle card drawn (The Witch) and used it both to determine the content (Morgana) and how I would handle the project (experimentation).
I feel like I should have added more details in some parts, but I ended up finishing these up in the midst of having Covid, so I was too tired to do much more than finish them up RIP
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Deadnames (8.23.24)
When I walked into work last night, already five minutes later than I should have been, my boss stopped me before I could clock in.
He placed his hand over my timecard, towering over me with a furrowed brown and a tight-lipped frown. I braced myself, expecting a lecture on punctuality. It'd been my third day late in a row, a pattern that surfaced every few weeks or so.
"Can I talk to you about something?"
I took a deep breath. "Marcus, you know my car doesn't always start, and sometimes I have to babysit for my sister, and-,"
"It's not about your late streak. I would've fired you a long time ago if I cared about that."
Marcus finally dropped his hand, running it down the length of his face as he sighs instead. The last time I saw him that tense was during an unexpected late night rush from a college soccer team passing through.
"So, Anne and I are pregnant." he said.
"Well, I know that she's pregnant, but the you part is coming as a surprise."
He pretended to laugh. "You know what I mean. We're expecting a baby, and she's been hung up on names. We have this big book that we've gone through twice and she hates every name I circle, and I'm not sure why I'm asking you this, but I just need an outside opinion. What do you think of the name Claire?"
I freeze. "Claire?" I hadn't heard that name in years.
"You hate it?"
"No, no. I-" The last time I heard the name "Claire" it was being spat at me between bouts of tears and pleas, my mother begging me not to mutilate my body or ruin my pretty face, or however she crudely put it. That was eight years ago, maybe nine now.
But that wasn't "Claire's" fault.
"I love it. It's sweet, simple, easy to spell." I paused. "I knew a Claire once."
Marcus raised his eyebrows. "Was she nice?"
Images of my teenage self had begun to surface, all hunched and scrawny, hiding away in oversized t-shirts and emo bangs. I was unhappy, but I was still nice. I always held the door for strangers and stacked my dirty dishes at restaurants and apologized to my friends for being chronically late to hangouts.
I smiled, albeit slightly. "Yeah, she was."
"Alright," Marcus nodded, "That's good to you. Thank you, Nick. I really needed that."
"Sure, anytime."
Marcus clapped me on the shoulder before walking away. I hope his daughter wears Claire well, and with pride.
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Capn 3: Hey, what do you want to eat?
Eight: You!
Capn 3: 😳That's not what I asked!
Eight: That's my answer!
Neo 3:... I could go for spaghetti..
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Eight: Neo! I thought we took your house key back!
Neo 3: You did.
Eight: Then how did you-
Cap 3: Eight, Do you believe that a simple lock would stop Neo?
Eight: I. I had. I am now I am realizing how foolish that was given your track record.
Neo 3: ... So spaghetti?
Cap 3: *Taking out money* And Dessert, for you, Lil' Buddy, and Four.
Neo 3: *Taking the money and Running* Thanks Cap! You're my favorite Old person!
Cap 3: I'm only Twenty Three!
Eight: ... What will we be eating?
Cap 3: *Pulling her shorts down* I'll figure something out for myself, but you had said you wanted to eat me, So who am I to deny you that?
Eight: *Blushing* Oh~ Booyah!
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for @inkbloodcd
Ajax sighs, stretching out some of that sweet, deep ache as he rolls onto his side, Morax beside him as the adeptus' breath slowly evens out, both of them floating back down from their respective highs. He smirks, reaching over to trace one of the bites he'd left at the junction of throat and shoulder, not quite drawing blood but more than deep enough to bloom a blue-black bruise below the skin.
Any mark more shallow on Morax fades fast. Incredibly fast. Damn the innate healing factor of a god for never letting him savor the imprint of his hands on Morax's hips or lingering nail rakes down his back or the marks of light, sharp nips on his inner thighs or the nape of his neck.
At least he can appreciate these while they last. He swipes his thumb up to press against the pulse-point beneath Morax's jaw, listening for a hitch of breath, feeling for the lean into the pressure or away to follow the guiding touch.
What am I but a bruise, ever fading fast?
He breathes out, stroking that pulse.
"Do you ever scar? Or is that something not possible, what with how fast you heal, or if wounds don't stick with you through shifting your form?"
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