#one less wip

[rabbitlover1027]

It's Funny How The Girls Get Burned

     "Coward," Lucien hissed as he threw the doors open to Elain's room.  He stomped in, each footstep a thud.  Her bed against the wall was empty.  So was the small vanity across the room.  She had to be in here.  He hadn't seen her anywhere in the manor the last two days. 

     She groaned.  He heard it.  Storming across the room he pushed a cracked door open.  It banged against the wall.  Lucien had never been in her room before.  He hadn't realized she had a bathroom in it until now.  She lay in a tight ball on the floor arm's length from the toilet.  Her eyes were pinched shut.  He froze, his anger dissipating at the sight of her.

     "Get out," she winced, her eyebrows inching closer together. 

     "What are you doing?" all the things he'd planned on saying to her were already forgotten.  "Why does it smell like blood?"

     "Go away" she mumbled again, twisting her head to press face against the cool marble floor.  When he didn't move she added, "I don't want to throw up in front of you.  Leave."

     He crouched over her, "You're sick?  I can get someone-"

     "I'm not sick," she groaned, pressing a hand against her abdomen. "It's my cycle.  No one can help.  Go."

     Lucien froze, assessing her before he stood and stepped over her.  She growled at him.  She listened as he rummaged through the bathroom, opening and closing drawers and running the water in the sink. 

     "Turn your head," he ordered.

     She opened her eyes and looked as he knelt down beside her.  He reached out and wiped her face clean with a wet washcloth.

     He sank to the ground around her, pretzeling a leg over her and slid his hand into the space between her hand and her belly.  Her eyes opened finally and she glared at him for only a second before she felt it, a soothing warmth where he touched her.

     "What are you doing?" her stare lost some of its hardness.

     He pressed his other hand on the small of her back and she closed her eyes again, but gently this time.

     "That feels better?" he waited and she nodded, "Fire.  Well, not fire.  It's just heat.  You and your sisters were right.  I did get some powers."

     "Powers?"

     He shook his head, "Power, I guess.  I haven't noticed anything else.  But I lit the fireplace in my room the other night just by thinking about it."

     She nodded again, taking in the new information.  In silence, he watched her as he pressed his heat towards her cramping body.  The tight, sharp parts of her relaxed; the crease in forehead smoothed, her shoulder softened, her legs stretched out and away.  Her lips, pale but usually pink, parted and she took in a slow, deep breath.  He watched until she looked soft again.

     He twisted her, cradling her up to him as he stood.  She felt good in his arms.  She started to squirm, so he shushed her.

     "I'm not leaving you on the floor," he murmured.  Holding her by the sink, he poured her a cup of mouthwash and waited as she cleaned her mouth. 

     He carried her into her room and set her down on her bed, pulling the covers up and over her.  Kicking off his boots, he slid in next to her.  She faced him.

      "What are you doing?  This is my bed."

     As a reply, he wrapped an arm around her waist, positioning her back to his warm chest, and draped his soothing hand back over her abdomen.  She let out a soft, contented sound and wiggled closer to him.

     "I thought you were avoiding me," he confessed.

     "So conceited," she breathed back, but smiled.  

     He grinned behind her hair. 

     "Thank you," she said, giving the hand on her stomach a squeeze.

     They lay in silence, Lucien's warmth easing some of Elain’s discomfort away.  

     "You know, this isn't at all what I thought my first time in your bed would be like."

      Elain gave a small laugh, "So you do think about being in my bed."

 

     He didn't reply and she apologized, "Sorry."

     "You kissed me the other night,"  he said after a while. 

      "You kissed me back," she answered. 

      "Of course I did, when a beautiful girl kisses you, you kiss her back.  I mean," he sighed, "female.  When a beautiful female kisses you, you kiss her back.   And you think about kissing her in bed."

     Elain nodded as a weight settled inside her stomach.  He'd told her before being mates meant nothing, but she'd been so sure by the way he'd kissed her the other night that he was starting to come around to it.  And she'd been fool enough to let herself hope.  It hadn't meant anything to him.  Her eyes started to burn and she cursed her gods damned hormones, dabbing her eyes with a finger.

     "Well, thank you, Lucien.  I feel much better.  I'm sure you have other things to be doing, so I'll let you get to them,"  she breezed out of bed and went to stand by the door.

    He gave her a bewildered look, "I can stay."

     She plastered a smile to her face, "That's very kind, but no.  Thank you."

     He slipped back into his boots and came to stand in front of her.  

     "I'll see you later today?"

     "Yes," she lied.

     He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before leaving and she fought against every instinct to lean into his touch.  She forced one more smile and waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps in the hall anymore before shutting the door, and this time, locking it.

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[starwarjotta]

kissy codywan (I'm a bit late but this is absolutely for @dontbelasagnax's codywan kissing agenda)

[ganondoodle]

(concept 1)

(refined design)

more totk rewritten/botw 2 concept wips

im removing the mayoi (frogs in caves) bc i dont like how satori and its aesthetic was turned from something mysterious and otherwordly to yet another collectable-

so im turnign the frog idea into a single thing living in the underground as a counterpart to satori itself- perhaps it resides in a giant tree growing from the ceiling bc i ASLO didnt like how there was that at first cool looking underground tree with all the rumis (rabbit things) but then it was quite literally nothing (again)

this idea is pretty new so i am still working on the details, im all ears for suggestions :P

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

happy birthday to him <3

[teal-tealwren]

in the impact we become antimatter

faces :]]]

[sforzesco]

the judgement OF paris

paris and ares!

listen. LISTEN. I'm so fucking obsessed with the Excidium Troie, especially in a longer discussion of Paris and personal/narrative agency, and also in the general realm of, hey! so a god looks on you favorably! you followed the right steps, you passed the test you didn't know you were taking, you obeyed the right rules, and now you have a favorable reputation!

now your life is no longer yours, whatever comes after will be bloody and ugly on a scale you could not ever hope predict. fucking RIP, paris. your character will be corrupted, you will cease to exist as you did before, you were doomed before you were born, this WILL come to pass whether you were aware that you were the instrument of destruction or not.

Excidium Troie, trans. Muhammad Syarif Fadhlurrahman

[musubiki]

couldnt think of a cute or clever caption honestly so just have lime in his natural habitat

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[hija-ck]

ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 🚶🚶🚶

add in the tags what you think gary’s ranting about

[salamispots]

gonna try inking this traditionally for fun (and also because my brain didn't like any of the digital attempts/wouldn't let go of the idea mkghjgg)

[fumifooms]

When Marcille roleplayed as Chilchuck’s wife because it’s a normal way to engage in gossip of course of course, her appearance is really just her as a half-foot in a common dress and two braids. Uncharacteristically simple for her, though she did wear those as a half-foot too. At the end of canon, Chilchuck, implicitly by the text ~filling the hole in her heart~ by doing her hair for her when she lost the will to care for it herself, puts it in two braids.

She’s one step closer to her "I wonder what Chilchuck would be like as a husband" fantasy…. Don’t give up girl dreams come true, keep asking him about spending the rest of your daily lives together Mfw his love language is acts of service

[baranedizille]

Honestly I don't remember what I wanted to write here...

[satoumafuyuss]

Verosika in this outfit I saw on Pinterest 💗

[ganondoodle]

(zelda comic wip)

the struggle with art continues but there is some sort of progress happening for chapter 2