#o need to draw etho more tho

[finnzcorner]

Drew 5 life series members so far as different hostile mobs! Honestly, I love Tango as a cave spider and Etho as an enderman.

[themandilorian]

Six (hundred-word) Sunday??

Thank you @takitalks for tagging meeee. Can't wait to read your newest fic! I'm really excited to share this snippet from the a/b/o fic again but it's looong and not edited yet so bear with me. I am always widely disrespecting the whole ethos of the six-sentence sunday prompt huh? (Baz's pov this time.)

“This isn’t going to work,” Bunce says, surveying me from head to toe. I huff, slightly offended. Why wouldn’t it work? I know I look great. Understated and sophisticated. I am in an all-black ensemble, the expensive silk top has a low scoop neckline that is all the rage among omegas right now. I even added a little half velvet cloak to generate an air of mystery. My pale neck and collarbones are a stark contrast against the midnight fabric. My breeches are tight and the leather boots are cut so close you can practically see my calf muscle. I should fit perfectly well within Lamb’s invitation-only club. She, on the other hand, is wearing a massive flannel shirt as a dress, courtesy of Shepard, I’m sure. I’m about to make a cutting retort when she holds up a finger. (No one speaks when Penelope Bunce holds up a finger.)

“It’s not like you don’t look good. I mean, if you’re into that kind of stuff,” she says.

“Excuse me, I am universally appealing,” I reply, cocking an eyebrow up to her. Shepard snorts and I glare at him.

Penny presses on. “It’s just that you’d draw too much attention as an unbonded omega. Remember, this is a recon mission. You and Simon should be keeping a low profile and not, I don’t know, parade you around like a king.”

“I can't help looking like one," I say, preening slightly. "and I used the scent suppressant lotion today. No one should be able to scent me.” With that, I sniff my wrists just to make sure I cover everything.

“Normally, I'd say that’s enough, but I think your future betrothed might be more attuned to your scent than we thought. He almost found you trailing him last week. How would you explain that? You used your lotion every day, but after Simon points out your scents, even I can kind of tell. It’s too risky. You can either stay home or just…let an alpha mark you for the night.”

As soon as the words left her mouth I feel Simon pacing the room behind my chair. He fights a growl, but I can still hear the start of it.

“Out of the question,” he says. “I’ll go by myself and you three can stay here to do more research.”

I stand up too, suddenly angry. “Absolutely not. I am not some helpless imbecile. Need I remind you who procured us the invitation. I am coming. Bunce can mark me."

Simon tenses up even more. He pulls me back to him, my back on his chest and nuzzles his nose into my neck. “Please, don’t,” he whispers. I know we’re not there yet. We’re not anything until we sort this out, but please don’t let anyone else mark you, even for a night.”

I mean, is it a snowbaz epic without a recon mission and a date that exists only in Simon's head?? I will be brave and tag people for real this time. Super low pressure and only if you want to tho! @mostlymaudlin @skeedelvee @royalasstronaut what are you lovely people up to lately? I'm a big fan!