#otp: may i?

[queen-scribbles]

OC Kiss ∙ Caught [Etain/Vikkari; WotR, @haledamage/mine]

(different than my other pieces with the two of them; this time Vikkari's the Commander. Bc Aivu. And butterflies 🦋)

Sunset from the cliffs behind Drezen was always a sight to behold, though truthfully Etain was never sure if she appreciated the view or the solitude more. Just her and Pippin, away from the clamor of the city. Safe enough from demons with her grizzly at her side, finally able to think.

And yet, today, her thoughts were all butterflies.

She watched a white one flit a final loop between flowers. The sunset backdrop was tinged red from the Worldwound's influence, a stark contrast to the purity of the small creature.

Etain huffed a sigh--of what emotion, she wasn't entirely sure--and tugged her mask down. No need for it out here, she mused, one hand idly scratching Pippin's scruff as she watched the white butterfly make its loop.

An ethereal blue one joined it, her first warning she was about to have company. Etain smiled as two teal butterflies joined it and a purple one settled on her knee. She should have known if anyone could find her (would care enough to) it would be him. She held out her hand to the purple butterfly. It shifted over with a flap of its wings, weightless, sensationless, then brushed against her cheek as it fluttered off.

"I suppose it's a good thing they like you," Vikkari said, pausing as he reached her. He gestured to the space at her side. "May I?"

"Always." Etain scooted over til her hip pressed against Pippin's flank. The cloud of Elysian butterflies following him enveloped her as well when he sat. "While it is nice, I think I'm more relieved Aivu likes me." She craned her neck. "Where is your shadow, anyway?"

Vikkari laughed, his hand sliding along her wrist in unspoken request. "The bakers' kids were discussing cake, so she decided she doesn't need to follow me everywhere all the time."

She couldn't bite back a giggle, letting him interlace their fingers when his hand reached hers. "You've been supplanted by cake?"

His golden eyes glowed with mirth. "Only temporarily. She promises." He squeezed her hand. "So, what are you doing out here, Etain?"

The white butterfly was gone, flown off somewhere to rest for the night, she supposed. "You know me and cities, Vikkari," she said softly. "I needed a break." Her grip on his hand preemptively tightened. "Your company is fine."

There was a moment of silence, his gaze on their joined hands when she looked at him. "You're sure?"

She rubbed her thumb over the heel of his hand. "If I wanted to be alone alone, I would have said. Or hidden better, so no one could find me in the first place."

"Good." Vikkari lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of hers. "I enjoy quiet moments with you, but don't wish to intrude."

Etain's whole face was hot, and she strongly considered pulling up her mask to hide at least some of it. "I-I enjoy them with you, as well," she mumbled, making eye contact instead of hiding, "I just still have trouble believing..." the words trailed off, her gaze drifting to the half-sunk sun.

"Believing what?" The ethereal butterflies fluttered lazily, one landing on his ear, another on her shoulder, as he waited.

"That you.... like me." She'd always tried to avoid people, go unnoticed, and the fact a damn near avatar of beauty had not only seen her but liked what he saw.... Still a struggle, no matter how many times he reiterated it.

"What's not to like?" Vikkari asked with a gentle smile, free hand lightly cupping her cheek. "You're kind, compassionate, determined, loyal, extremely skilled with a bow--which is attractive in its own right." His thumb, softly rubbing her cheek the whole time he spoke, stilled on the divot of her scar, his next words just above a whisper. "And I find you quite lovely--"

She kissed him. It wasn't like there were words for what his sentiments meant to her, the way they coiled gentle, overwhelming warmth in her chest. She freed her hand from his so she could dig both into his hair, soft purple twining round her fingers.

Vikkari hummed, or maybe it was a chuckle, and wrapped his now empty hand around her waist, nudging her closer, still cradling her cheek.

Etain was all too happy to lean into it, kissing him more deeply, twisting up on her knees to take advantage of her height.

This time he definitely laughed. But he didn't stop,

There was a rush of sweet-smelling wind, swirling the Elysian butterflies into a frenzied kaleidoscope. "If you want some of Natalya's ca- Oh!"

They broke the kiss at the delighted squeal, turning in unison to be met by a toothy havoc dragon grin.

"Were you kissing?" Aivu demanded, grin not dropping one iota. "I knew you liked each other! Is that why you come out here? To be alone? Or mostly alone--"

Pippin raised his head and wuffed at her, as if scolding for the enthusiastic interruption.

Aivu, twice the size of the bear and then some, was undeterred. "It's so cute! I can go have more cake if you don't want me watching- Oh!" She started to turn away, swung back, Etain and Vikkari ducking as her tail skimmed over their heads. "That's what I came to say: Natalya's cake is really good, so if you want some you should hurry. But I guess you don't care about cake right now!" With one last grin and bounce from foot to foot, she launched herself into a gleeful corkscrew flight back toward Drezen. "More for meee!"

"Not to say the moment's broken," Vikkari sighed (still with a fond smile), "but we should probably head back as well." He tipped his head toward the horizon and barely-visible sliver of sun. "Before we lose all our light."

"Pippin and I will protect you," Etain teased. Emboldened and breathless, she stole another kiss. She didn't really want to stop, she wanted to sit and kiss him under the stars no matter who might catch them or miss them, but he was the Commander. He was probably needed. So she pushed to her feet, offered him a hand as Pippin lumbered up as well.

"Thank you," Vikkari smiled as he took it.

Etain nodded, puling her mask up now that they were heading back. "Thank you," she said, curling the end of her braid around her thumb. "For... for saying it."

He pushed on his toes to kiss her temple. "Of course. It's a list I can recite by heart any time you need to hear it."

And he slipped his hand into hers again for the walk back to Drezen as the sun sank behind them.

[mendokayalways]

robbie celebrating after romancing two liam characters back to back

[almightyshadowchan]

More sketchies!

(It’s been HOW MANY MONTHS since i last drew them?!?)

[crumbsforbrains]

6 arms to hold his pretty bird

[nonbinarypirat]

I’m getting into manga coloring and I had to color my favorite art of my lovelies 🩷💚💙

[vantablackdraws]

Delicious Things

[beastyeastfreak]

Shadow Milk x Reader, miscommunication

Enough of you wanted it so heres part two where they make up

Part one link

Cw and Tags: Hurt/with comfort, alcohol/juice, Pv is still a really good friend, throwing up(didn’t do any in depth description it grosses me out dw), shadow milk lowkey gives werewolf vibes in this

Summary: After what happened with Shadow Milk and his minions, Pure Vanilla finds and comforts you and then you realize perhaps you should talk to him.

🃏 - Miserable was the only way you could describe yourself. You barely remembered what happened once you entered your home following what caused your misery. It was flashes of mostly crying, downing juice bottles and putting gifts from him in a box in your closet. now you were just curled up on the couch with a mostly eaten tub of melted ice cream on the coffee table and some empty juice glasses. While the juice helped a little- actually no it just made you sadder- you were unfortunately facing its consequences now as the sun was rising. Judging you from behind the blinds, you deserved it. You acknowledged who he was and the risks that came with him and yet you still signed your heart away, each stroke of the quill dipped in gullibility or perhaps simply ignoring the signs.

🃏 - If not for the fact it was the weekend, the dread within your already aching heart that you would have to go to work after all that would have been enough to crumble you. Not to mention the fact you have to hide your incompetence. You allowed an enemy of the Vanilla kingdom to gain an access point and provided them with information that could have contributed to the kingdoms downfall. You groan and rub your eyes, you told yourself you never wanted to see him again but it was a lie. You dreamt it never happened, that what really happened was just a nightmare and you woke up next to him. You dreamt he said, “dreams are such a silly little concept, its funny how our own minds lie to us.” He brought you close to kiss you but when closed your eyes you awoke on the couch again with a pounding headache and a sudden need to puke.

🃏 - After you threw up an entire bottle of juice and brushed your teeth you exited the bathroom to the sound of your doorbell ringing. You close your eyes as the chime digs into your aching head. You slowly walk to the front door, feet sliding on the cold floor and head slightly dipped. Your eyes threatened to shut, you weren’t sure how much sleep you got but you just wanted to go back to the couch. You look through the peephole and nearly slam your head into the door at full force, its Pure Vanilla. He’s standing there with this warm oblivious smile and practically glowing. You dont try to concuss yourself but you do slam your palm against your face and sigh. Your hand then comes down and wraps around the knob before opening the door. He opens his mouth to speak but stops upon seeing you. His face shifting to that of worry, “Y/N, what happened? Oh dear, you look awful,” he said placing a hand on their shoulder. They squinted their eyes and looked away. “He- i…” you didn’t know what to say. He spoke for you, he pulled you into a hug and you accepted it as tears began to well in your eyes. He didn’t say anything, his hand just slid over your arm reassuringly. “May i come in?” He said as you sniffled and nodded.

🃏 - Pure Vanilla placed a cup of water in front of you, thudding slightly against the desk. The clear liquid sparkled slightly with his healing magic. He sat down on the other side of the table. “You don’t have to talk about it, i wont force you to.” He said as you took a sip, your headache slowly easing. “But I’ll listen, and if you think you’ll feel better doing it then please, I’m here.” He continued as you finished the cup, placing it back down and rested your head on your fist trying to find your words. “Does it have to do with.. them?” He asked and you nodded. You weren’t sure how much you could say but frankly you had failed at your job enough, you might as well tell him about your experience with the beast. “Him,” you start. “He was using me and I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner.” You close your eyes. “You couldn’t have known, there will always be someone out there who knows how to get into your head.” Pure vanilla replies and takes a sip of his own water. “Yeah, well oddly enough it was the liar, the master of deceit.” You replied half sardonically mostly just hiding your regret behind sarcasm. You look at him, he’s furrowing his brow. “Pardon?” You know he heard you, “Shadow Milk Cookie?” You replied, he’s staring now. “Well, his disguises are very convincing-“ you cut him off. “There was no disguises, he caught me alone one day and it only.. escalated from there! Now i know why!” You laugh but it just comes off as sad when you wipe a tear away and sink into your seat. He didn’t respond, his hand came to his mouth as he looked away in thought. “Tell me everything” he said then added in a softer tone “please.”

🃏 - “… and then i left, and the rest is a blur.” You finished speaking. He was nodding along in the first half but now he was still, his hands clasped around the cup and face etched with slight worry but above that he was understanding, he wasn’t upset. It was reassuring given they nearly broke down three times in the span of thirty minutes, once because they missed Shadow milk, the second because they felt that they were evil too for missing him and the third because they didn’t want Pure Vanilla to stop talking to them because they wanted to be with Shadow Milk. “I should be replaced,” you sigh. “Why would you say that?” Pure Vanilla asks, retaining a relatively calm expression. “I was seduced by a beast to get to you, i think you need someone better equipped.” You rub your face, he takes another sip. “I disagree,” he responds, “because you did something i could not do. I tried to befriend Shadow Milk and failed, you succeeded.” He says with a gradually growing smile. “He was using me to try and hurt you, it wasn’t friendship, it was just…” you trail off, “i thought he loved me.”

🃏 - “I think it was,” he replied. “I… endured him. I don’t think he would have stayed for as long as he did and devoted so much to you if he just wanted to get to me.” Pure vanilla drifts his gaze to some gathering birds outside your window, obscured by blinds. “So you think he wasn’t using me?” You ask confused, maybe a bit accusatory. He hums and stands up, walking to the window to open it up. “Sometimes the truth isn’t black and white.” He says as he lets a blue bird hop onto his hand. You stare at him, or rather the bird on his palm chirping softly. You frown, you know what you heard but you also feel how you felt. Your mind told you to walk away from him and your heart was telling you that the love you felt was genuine. “So what do i do?” You murmur and lean forward over the table. “Thats up to you. You know the truth, or what could be part of the truth, or what may not even be the truth at all. Whatever you choose, I’m here for you.” He replied then added in a more joking tone, “i just hope you wont keep secrets at the expense of my souljam anymore.” He said, you smiled, it felt good to smile. “I think i need to go and find him.”

🃏 - The next day you set out, Shadow Milk was hiding you could tell. Anything you tried to do to summon him failed, actually it seemed to start a small blue fire which had to be extinguished. He didn’t want to speak to them it seemed, and that made your stomach grow a gaping pit. Pure Vanilla’s reassurance gave you hope there was more to this, but everything was screaming to just give up and move on. Despite that you still continued, a small voice inside was the one you followed, not the gnashing, mourning, hideous monsters that defined how awful you felt, how angry you wanted to be. After your hundredth attempt fails, you decide to take a break and do something else. You had to get food so it was time to head to the market. Browsing the stands, you spot a fruit merchant at a stand you didn’t recognize. You decided to go check it out, as you approach their eyes widen. You open your mouth to greet them but they speak over you, “Y/N, thank witches i found you.” The voice was unfamiliar but the way the words were delivered sounded familiar. “How do you know my na- whoa!” You were cut off as you were pulled behind the stall, in a dark wave of light going down their body they revealed themselves.

🃏 - “Black sapphire?!” You exclaim, he rolls his eyes. He looked about as tired as you. “Cut it out, it’s me, big surprise, don’t draw attention to us,” he practically hissed. “Listen,” he began but then glanced at his microphone and covered it with one hand. “Master Shadow Milk has been completely and totally out of it! Do you know how many times ive heard him cry genuine tears in my entire life?” He steps forward, anger evident. “Um…-“ you dont get a chance to answer. “Zero! Zero times! Do you know how much complaining and moping and- hes gone through the five stages of grief and beyond multiple times! I would’ve shut Candy Apple up way faster if i knew he actually liked you! All this stress is giving me a face fit for radio, thats not a good thing!” He continued, getting progressively more frustrated before stepping back. You were unable to speak. Pure Vanilla was right, there was more to this than you thought. He was in turmoil… for you. All this time you thought you were the one suffering, he was probably in that dark place plotting his next victim, but no he was in the same boat much to his minions dismay.

🃏 - “He’s crying?” You question, “the entire realm is weeping, he’s in his quarters but it’s like a non stop rain. I had it with the sob fest so i decided to come spread some delicious rumors,” he replied and leaned against the wall. “Can you take me to him?” You snap from your shock and ask, which he perks up like he was waiting for the question. “Why of course! Why wouldn’t i help a good friend out?” He grins and taps his microphone against the ground, you raise an eyebrow. “Suddenly I’m your good friend? Really?” You say and he scoffs as you both walk through a black portal. “Just make him normal again and not mad at me, Candy apple did most of the talking anyway.” He says and you land on a staircase disconnected from a building. More peices of buildings and various items floating in the dark void. It wasn’t raining anymore, the last time you were here the eyes were open though. “This is the farthest i can take you, i hope you enjoyed your ride and i will catch you later assuming you dont die!” Black Sapphire says and walks back through the portal with a wave and a show smile.

🃏 - You were now navigating his realm without him or the others, in an eerily quiet jungle with no guide. There was no sound, you could actually hear when two floating objects collided with eachother some distance away. In a way it was like how you imagined space would be, but it wasn’t like this last time. When he wasn’t talking there was music playing on some broken peices of building hovering around or some sort of noise but now it was just silence. You navigate aimlessly through ever shifting terrain, or lack thereof, until you find a particularly large section of building floating around. It looked like the top of a tower, had to be his room. You push off the floating floor you were on, you were weightless, moving forward as if you were a mercookie in the ocean. You hit the wall and make your way in. Appearances were deceiving, go figure, it was bigger on the inside. You were met with an imposing corridor, all of the lights were cut. You venture around before spotting a hallway of doors, the hall itself twisting around so the floor was on the ceiling in the middle and then twisted back down at the end. You had a feeling he was behind one of these. Each door lead to a door in the real world and were decorated as such. Hollyberry kingdom, The Cacao kingdom, The Creme Republic, some door in your house, The Ivory Pagoda, The Garden of Delights, The Spice Kingdom, you closed the last one pretty quickly at the sound of pounding footsteps in the distance. You weren’t here for this though, you wanted to find him. You then arrived at the last door, it didn’t look like it lead to somewhere new it looked like just another door. You open it and find darkness, theres a room within but it was pitch black. You stay quiet, your ear to the room. It sounded like breathing, not of a cookie but of something large like a dragon, or a beast you hoped.

🃏 - “Shadow Milk?” You called out, you heard your voice echo back in the massive room each time it bounced off the walls felt slightly different. Otherwise there was no response, so you stepped into the dark and dug into your bag. Vanilla wizards often sold light spells in small glass orbs. You shook it in your hand then held your palm up letting it hover. It illuminated about three feet in front of you, it was as if it was weakened here. In your mind it made sense, it was a land of darkness. You would be lying if you weren’t a little scared. You stepped forward anyway, leaving the closed door behind you and walking towards the sound of breathing. You began to get closer, you could tell as it became louder you were growing near. Now it sounded like it was all around, as if it were right on top of you. You stop, then shake the light orb in your fist and open it for a quick burst of light. There’s nothing around you, you were in an empty corner. You suddenly jolt and whip around as you hear a bang, the door you had started at had opened. Yep, he was definitely in here and didn’t want them around. It seemed that the closer he sounded the further he actually was, meaning you were probably right beside him in the beginning, kind of scary.

🃏 - “I know you’re in here, I want to talk,” you call out. You hear a loud monster-like growl, he was still far away. You began to move back towards the direction of the door. “You aren’t scaring me and im not leaving,” you firmly say in response. The sound becoming more distant. You continue, he growls again. The lower volume making it less scary but you could tell he was trying to be louder. You continue to wander through the dark until the sound was practically silent. You stopped, and then you shook the light again, and for a brief moment you saw a giant pelt of black and joining it was white wool. It moved swiftly through the darkness, its steps were inaudible. A sheep? You look around, “Shadow Milk?” You say and look up, four mismatched slitted eyes stare down at you. Four eyes, a muzzle full of fangs and pointed ears. A wolf.

🃏 - The wolf rears it head before snapping forth at you, roaring at your face in a suddenly loud way, you were faced with a maw of razors and you stood unwavering. You dont flinch, you dont flinch because you know hes bluffing. You had learned him, he was never direct, he would never tell you how he was really feeling but you had deciphered him. He’s chosen a scary form because he wanted you to leave, you were both hurting and not talking would just deepen the wound. He pulled back still snarling. You look down at him with a frown. “Are you ok?-“ “BE QUIET and GO,” he hissed with each word dripping venom. “Is that what you really want?” You replied. He growled again, “I WAS USING YOU ALL ALONG AND FELT NO REMORSE FOR IT,” he barked. “I don’t believe you, i think you’re hurting like me and we need to talk. If i leave you’ll only feel worse.” You say and he roars again. “You sound like HIM,” he says as if it were an egregious crime. You decided not to mention you talked to Pure Vanilla, for now at least. You’d tell him when he didn’t have huge claws and teeth. “Shadow milk..” you reach out but he pulls away, glaring with one side of his side of his face. “You’re just here to mock me! You were waiting for the moment you could get away from me so you could go to him! Tell me im wrong!” He snarled moving further away but you walked towards him. His head beneath his shoulders, massive claws trembling. “You know thats not-“

🃏 - “Yes! Tell me how much of a liar i am! Just like you did when i needed you to listen!” That wide grin carved into his face did nothing to hide his voice. You stepped forward and hear his side back into the wall, was he getting smaller? No he was just making himself look smaller through position. He wasn’t letting you speak, he was in a good position to attack, but he wasn’t. He tucked that long tail between legs, his haunches raised. You slowly came forward, a hand extended. “I’ll hurt you again, it’ll hurt worse i assure you!” He was backing himself against the corner. Your hand came in contact with the top of the snout. Your were close enough to see tears falling down from his wide eyes and his body trembling. You gently petted his face, “can i speak now?” You ask. His silence is your answer. “I know you wont admit it so don’t. I know you fell for me. I was hurt that this began the way it did, that in the beginning you wanted to make a fool of me and use me as a stepping stone to get to Pure Vanilla. Im still hurt,” You say. “But, i know somewhere it became genuine, and i want to start from there. Can we try again? I know now and this time we can do this for the sake of eachother?” You continued practically hugging his snout, he was slowly melting into you. Finally in a swirl of blues, whites and blacks he turned back into a cookie.

🃏 - His hands were clutching your clothing like you’d leave if he didn’t. His head on your shoulder, refusing to look at you. “Please don’t go again,” you could hear him say quietly. “I love you,” he said. You wrapped your arms around his, “I’m not going. I love you too,” you say and bring his face out of your neck. Kissing his cheek before his lips. His grip softening, your hand on his cheek. You remained like that for a moment before pulling away. Looking at his smudged, dripping make up and disheveled hair, brushing it out of his face to look at both eyes the same way he looked at yours. “How about we get something to eat and fix your makeup?” You ask and he nods against your hand. You weren’t sure where you’d both go from here, if it’d be different or the same, but you knew it’d be better.

[tamelee]

One practice for my project, I'll be releasing a few of them (suggestions about these or help is always welcome ^^) I'm in the final stages of the script *-*~

[skullinacowboyhat]

soft looks in the garden.

[cautiously0ptimistic]

Try to hide it more than I do, but you feel it, too.

[queen-scribbles]

My home, my heart, thank God you are Someone who loves me

For my beloved @haledamage! 💕💕 I give you a soft Etain/Vikkari moment thanks to @sunshinemage bc I saw the one YCH pose and my brain immediately went to our babies.

[bleaksqueak]

A lil while back I reinstalled Winamp because (well, fuck spotify, and I like to own my music) and speaking of nostalgia.... lol

[frankensteinposm0]

“And I don’t want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand” ♡

17yo Style in my AU will always be something very important to me.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Honestly, Taylor Gray's "too many tv shows are focused on forcing characters to have a love interest, and we're trained to look at stories that way, which isn't the way it needs to be. It's nice that rebels doesn't do that. But yeah, I ship Sabezra" is the realest thing in the world I would die for him

[tivaforgood]

I genuinely cannot believe Tony DiNozzo is out here making Ziva David blush and giggle 😭😍☺️

[elephantlovemedleys]

listen to my heart can't you hear it sings telling me to give you everything

MOULIN ROUGE! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann