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victoria-daydreams · 2 years ago

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Eleven: Bundles of Joy

AN: The way I wrote this chapter, I hope its not OOC for Otto, but given the nature of the chapter I can't imagine anyone not reacting like this. Saddle up y'all, we're getting angsty. Also, important announcement, after this chapter I will be taking a brief hiatus. Don't panic, I just want take some time and work on my own original story and also start getting the second act of this fic written/revise previous chapters.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, complications from labor

Word Count: 2.9k

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Summary: The joys of new motherhood can all change within a blink of the eye.

Chapter Twelve: If I Die Young

116 AC, Westeros

Two days had passed since the joyous birth of the twins, but Jesmyn still remained weak from her labors. It was during this time when the coughing started. At first, there was nothing particularly alarming about it, a few coughs here and there. However, this sentiment swiftly evolved the instance her coughing fits became more and more frequent, making her body tremble with the force of them. Sometimes it left her gasping for breath between each uncontrollable cough. Jesmyn knew something awry, but like her labors, she believed this affliction would soon pass too.

Propped up by pillows and wrapped in fresh linen, Jesmyn a soft smile graced her lips at the sight around her bedchamber. Otto, along with her family had came to see her and children. She sat forward looking at the son she had borne. Tobin was small, but strong as he moved his tiny limbs in his gown. She kissed the babe’s soft head and breathed in his calming newborn scent as she held him.

"Tobin, my handsome boy," Jesmyn said, looking at the dark haired child who was watching all with his quick eyes.

“Might I please hold my nephew?" Celesse asked, holding her arms out.

"Of course sister, but I must ask of you to not pass on your troublesome tendencies," Jesmyn quipped, making Celesse laugh as she took the boy.

"I will try Lady Hightower, but some things are quite contagious," she tickled the boy under the chin and smiled as the baby cooed.

Jesmyn grinned, her eyes drifting away from her family who were gushing over her children and towards the doorway. Otto and the maester were standing just outside of her door and spoke quietly amongst themselves. Otto’s eyes flitted over to Jesmyn’s causing her face to light up with a brighter smile. He mirrored her expression. Although the corners of his lips went up, the smile never reached his eyes. It looked somewhat forced, almost sad.

A sharp pain in her chest broke her musings. Harsh coughs erupted from Jesmyn, a violent coughing fit seizing her body. Otto was by her side in an instant.

"I-I'm fine," she croaked out, noticing how quickly silence swept across her bedchamber. The expressions of her family ranging from grim to alarmed. "I'm fine," she repeated breathlessly, looking directly at her husband, who watched her with concern.

A strong breeze swept through from the window of her room, causing a chill to run down her spine.

"Shut the window!" Otto ordered, his tone a bit more forceful than necessary while looking over his shoulder.

"Yes, Lord Hightower," a handmaiden responded quickly.

Leaning back onto her pillows, Jesmyn closed her eyes for a moment. With every day that passed it seemed like her coughing spells were draining her strength. Worse, everything ached; she didn't think it possible, but even the hair on her head. On top of that, she was always so cold, a window wouldn't have to be open for her skin to resemble gooseflesh. A large and warm palm gently pressed itself against her stomach. Jesmyn’s eyes fluttered back open and smiled weakly at Otto as he nodded to her.

"You must continue to rest, my dear," Otto said. "You are very tired,"

Jesmyn mirrored his actions, nodding slowly in agreement. "Yes, so very tired," she said, barely stifling a yawn.

As everyone filed out of the room, Lady Clarick moved over to her bedside and placed her hand on top of Jesmyn's.

"Rest, my sweet girl," she said, giving her hand a squeeze.

Once her mother left, Otto lingered in the doorway momentarily before finally withdrawing from her chambers. Shutting the door behind him, he sent one last worried stare over his shoulder just as the door quietly clicked shut.

~~~x~~~

She was half asleep when Jesmyn felt a tickling sensation softly run across her knuckles. A sigh escaped her, nestling her head deeper into the pillows and ignoring the feeling. Slowly, a weight sank onto the mattress next to her, causing her eyes to flutter open. Even through bleary vision she knew who the unmistakable figure was.

"Husband," Jesmyn greeted groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Once she blinked her eyes clear, she noticed Otto was dressed for bed himself. "Gods," she exhaled, pushing herself up in bed. "Have I slumbered the whole day away?" she questioned.

"'Slumbering the day away' are the maester's orders," Otto reminded, with a small laugh. "You must regain your strength," he added.

"I know, but I cannot help from feeling guilty," Jesmyn replied, shaking her head. "I’ve been confined to this bed when I should be tending to Vanesha and Tobin," she complained, folding her arms across her chest.

Otto took a hold of Jesmyn's hand, pulling it away from her body with ease. A smile tugged on her lips at the act.

"Well, overexerting yourself will not help them nor yourself," he lectured. "Fret not, our children are under the watchful eyes of the wet nurses, making sure their every need is met," Otto finished, raising her hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to her fingers.

Jesmyn hummed, "Your words offer me comfort, Husband," she said, shifting slightly and lowering herself back onto the pillows. "Will you join me?" she asked, using her free hand to lightly pat her abdomen.

A hesitant look flashed across Otto's face, "I could hurt-"

"You won't," Jesmyn cut in. "Come, let us lay together like we once did," she beckoned, with a smile.

Wordlessly, he swung his legs onto to the mattress and his body fully stretched out on the bed. With care, Otto slowly sunk his head onto her stomach.

He nuzzled his face into her stomach, "Gods, have I missed this," he remarked, releasing a heavy sigh.

"How was your day?" Jesmyn asked, carding her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Politics as usual," Otto answered, with a slight groan. "King Viserys sends his best wishes" he mentioned.

"How very thoughtful of him, you must tell I said thank you when you see him again,"

"Of course," Otto said, lifting his head to look at her.

He pushed himself up, his stare full of warmth and affection never leaving her. A thin smile formed on her lips awaiting her husband's next move.

"What is it? Why do you stare me in such way?" she asked gently, almost whispering.

Otto's answer came in the form of him gently nuzzling his face against her cheek. Next, were his lips brushing across her face. His warm breath fanning against her skin as he caressed her nose with his own. Letting her eyes close, she let herself savor moment of tenderness.

"How long has it been," he began quietly. "Since we had a moment such as this?" he murmured. "Where it’s just been the two of us?" he wondered.

"Too long,"

Otto kissed her on her left cheek, it was a quick peck barely lasting a second. Another one followed. Then a third. And a fourth. He kissed her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, the contour of her jaw. Her hand unconsciously reached up and gripped his night shirt. Jesmyn let out a short, soft pleased sigh as his lips ghosted the corner of her mouth. Before finally, his lips softly met hers.

Otto was deliberately slow, kissing her unhurriedly, savoring the taste of her lips. His languid movements drew the air out of her lungs, and when they parted to breathe, she unconsciously quivered for more.

Jesmyn's eyes reopened, "How long have you waited to do that?" she asked breathlessly.

"Too long," he said, echoing her words from earlier, something which caused Jesmyn to grin. He caressed her cheek. "I can’t help but notice you brushed your hair," he noted. "I’m surprised you didn’t tire yourself out, it occurs so easily as of late,"

She shook her head, "I didn’t do it, Reina did," Jesmyn corrected. "Right before supper," she added. "She said my hair resembled a bird's nest, she feared one of those pretty, exotic birds from the Summer Islands would make a home in it," Jesmyn recalled, grinning brightly.

"Crisis averted," he quipped.

Jesmyn went to laugh but her body tensed instead, her frame shivering beneath her blankets. She didn't think it possible, but even wearing a robe and being wrapped in two blankets wasn't nearly enough.

"Are you cold?" Otto questioned, shifting himself to lay on his side.

"Unbelievably so," she answered, chuckling a little.

"Let me tend to the fire," he offered, moving to get up.

Jesmyn's hand shot out, "No, just lie with me for a moment," she said softly. "It won't be long before I'm asleep again. I can feel it creeping on me," she added.

Otto nodded slowly, "Whatever you desire, love," he agreed. "Though, I have to wonder how you are so cold? You are neck deep in covers," he joked, placing his palm against her forehead and his lighthearted demeanor was wiped from his face. "Jesmyn, you’re warm, much too warm" he remarked, his expression growing serious.

"Am I not neck deep in covers, Otto?" she retorted playfully, with a small yawn.

"Yet, you shiver from coldness,"

"The human body can be such a fickle thing,"

Jesmyn's eyelids became heavier and heavier with each second that passed.

"I should wake the maester and—"

"You worry too much," she teased, her eyes now fully shut.

"And you worry too little,"

Without having to reopen her eyes, Jesmyn's hand rested itself against Otto’s cheek.

"I am well. Do not worry over me, my love," she reassured. “I’ll be better in the morning, I promise," she went on. "Just think, in a day or so, I shall be back in your loving embrace in our bed," she finished, smiling blissfully at the thought.

~~~x~~~

Third POV

The moment Jesmyn had fallen into a peaceful sleep, Otto immediately disregarded her behest of not calling the maester. It was one of her flaws, Jesmyn detested being fussed over, but in this instance Otto would see to her being watched every moment of the day. He knew what this was. With the very core of his very being, he knew and it terrified him. In front of his eyes, his precious wife seemed to be shrinking into herself.

In the dim light of candles and the fireplace offered them, Otto’s face was heavy with weariness, his eyes red with lack of sleep.

"It's childbed fever, my lord," the maester informed quietly.

"I know," Otto uttered, his voice just barely above a whisper. His grip tightened around the bedpost as if it alone kept him upright. "Leave us," he ordered.

"Lord Hightower—"

"Leave, us,"

The maester bowed to him and left the room. Otto swallowed deeply, feeling his agony beginning to bubble to the surface as he walked slowly to Jesmyn’s side. Dropping down on the bed, he took her cool hand in his. A small whimper escaped her and the sound almost nearly undid him. Otto lifted her hand up and brought it to his lips. Tears leaked from his eyes, but he could not stop them. He pressed his mouth firmly against her hand and remained in the same position for a few moments.

"Don't go. Please…don't go…" Otto whispered. "Oh Gods, it is not her time yet," he begged. "I beseech you to leave her here. Don't take her away from me. My son and daughter need their mother, and I need my wife,"

Otto kissed her hand again before place his hand on her forehead. A grimace formed on his face because of it. Jesmyn’s forehead had only grown hotter, her dark hair frizzled and damp from the fever sweat. Dropping his gaze to her chest, he counted each breath she took. Her breathing was far more labored than he have ever wished to hear it.

For the next two hours he kept a constant vigil at her side, not allowing anyone to remove him.

~~~x~~~

Darkness shrouded Jesmyn’s chambers, the windows kept firmly shut and blocking the few rays of sun which managed to filter through. Jesmyn laid motionless on her bed, from a distance, any sign of life within her was absent; not even the expected rise and fall of her chest. However, only by reaching out and holding a finger below her nose could one feel evidence of her continuing existence, in the soft, hitched puffs of her breath. Three days had came and went, but Jesmyn remained in her feverish state. Her once glowing face was now a lackluster shade, a cold sweat coating her forehead.

"Lady Hightower burns with a fever which refuses to break. It saps what little strength has. If this continues…"

The maester's words echoed in Otto's head as he lovingly dabbed a cold cloth against her face. Jesmyn's hair clung to her skin, it's brilliant sheen gone. In this last hour before the dusk, Otto continued to watch over her, wishing there was some way to ease her pain.

"Any signs she’s improving?" Alicent asked, entering into the room.

"It does not appear so," came his silent reply.

“She’s strong, Father. Jesmyn will persevere,” Alicent assured, resting her hand on her father’s shoulder.

Otto placed the cloth onto the bedside table and took Jesmyn’s cool hand in his. He kissed the knuckles and held the limp appendage close to his mouth.

“Perhaps, we should look in on my brother and sister,” Alicent suggested, her tone soft. “The gods are known to bless us when we least expect it,” she reminded, looking at her ailing friend.

“You’re right, dear daughter,” he agreed, a heavy sigh leaving him. Otto pressed his lips against Jesmyn’s knuckles once more. “My beautiful wife, soon we will show our son and daughter the magnificence of Oldtown,” he promised, his voice not above a murmur.

Standing up from the mattress, he reluctantly let Jesmyn’s hand slip from his and moved away from her bed. With every step Otto took, his mind began to be plagued with dark thoughts. What if this was the last time he saw her, alive. Stopping at the door, Otto looked over at Jesmyn’s form.

"Please Gods, in your mercy, let my wife live," he whispered.

~~~x~~~

The next day, it was Rhaenyra who sat with Jesmyn in her darkened bedchamber. One hand gripped the book in her lap she was reading aloud to Jesmyn, while the other gripped her friend’s cool hand.

"Congratulations on the birth of your children," Rhaenyra said, with a small smile.

"Thank you, Otto and I being blessed with twins, can you hardly believe it Rhaenyra?"

No matter how many years have passed, Rhaenyra still found it hard to swallow the idea of Jesmyn being married to him, Lord Hightower. Even more so, now that she had birthed two babies from him, further solidifying her ties as a member of House Hightower. At the moment though, Rhaenyra could only think about was how trivial her feud was with Jesmyn as she laid near lifeless in bed.

"Please wake up Jesmyn," Rhaenyra begged. "I wish to see my dear friend again. To have you behind me as we go dragon riding, watch you do that silly jig whenever you find the perfect spot for your next painting," she remarked, her fingers tightening around Jesmyn's. "I just got you back, I can’t lose you this quickly again. Not like this, not in the same manner as my mother,"

A heavy silence engulfed the room and Rhaenyra slowly released her hand around Jesmyn's, sniffling as she did.

"I-I should take my leave," she said, trying to get her breath under control. "We'll pick back up where we left, it's one of your favorite stories," she informed, swallowing thickly.

She closed the book with a quiet snap and rose from the chair, turning her back to the bed. That's when she heard it. A small whimper from behind her. Instantly, Rhaenyra spun around her eyes wide, and full of tears.

"Jesmyn?"

Her eyes cracked open slightly and Rhaenyra immediately took her hand.

"Rhae..Rhaenyra?" Jesmyn's voice was husky with illness, but it was there.

A smile beamed from her face, "Yes, yes it's me!" she said, through tears. "Someone, get the maester!" Rhaenyra demanded, a feeling of cautious relief spreading through her.

~~~x~~~

"The fever has broken,"

Otto's features lit up as a smile of sheer relief broke out on his face. He clasped a firm hand on the older man's and smiled for the first time in many days. His wife was finally on the mend. He walked further into the room where the midwife was helping Jemsyn sip tea.

"Jesmyn!" he rushed to her side, thankful to see his wife awake.

Pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, he immediately noticed she was cooler to the touch, still warmer than he preferred, but undeniably cooler than before. There was a time, when Otto would have simply pulled her into his arms and embraced her. But now, he feared such an act would only cause her more pain, so he contented himself with holding her hand. A tired smile appeared on her face, it was a pale reflection of usual her bright, infectious smile, but nonetheless Otto was overjoyed to see it.

"Otto," Jesmyn said softly, and he smiled at her before nuzzling her face.

"Sweet wife, you gave us quite a scare," Otto informed, his tone almost sounding scolding, but the undertone was sweet and gentle. "How are you, my love?"

"Exhausted," Jesmyn answered, chuckling a little. "But, alive,"

"Yes, you most certainly are, Gods be praised," he whispered.

Chapter Thirteen: Homecoming

#house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones x reader #otto hightower x reader #black!reader #black!oc #game of thrones oc #game of thrones imagine #house of the dragon fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #otto hightower x oc #got x reader #hotd x reader

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bbygirl-aemond · 2 years ago

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Stormbreak House Strong Family Tree

Hello all! I thought I'd post the below graphic for your reference since it'll be relevant in Chapter 32. Fun fact: Every single character within this family tree exists within ASoIaF canon, so they're not quite OCs. Most of them were never explicitly named, though, so it was basically a big game of fill-in-the-blank.

I know this introduces a ton of new characters, but don't worry; they're only going to be in one-third of this chapter when Jace first arrives at Harrenhal and most of them won't be referenced in plot-dependent ways beyond that within the fic. This counts as very slight spoilers, so if you want to go into this chapter blind as to what Harwin's side of the family looks like, hold on until after you've read the chapter, which should be up sometime tomorrow.

(Pink and blue correspond to gender. Pastel colors mean that the person is dead. This tree would also be a lot simpler if Lyonel Strong, Harwin's father, hadn't fathered children on four different women.)

Here's a breakdown of these unnamed-but-canon characters:

Jace's great-grandmother (Edeline) and great-grandfather (Tobas)

Lyonel's three wives (Laisa, Miranna, and Katlyn) and his baby mama (Camille)

Lyonel's two daughters (Clarysse and Celesse)

Simon's wife (Helna)

Simon's son (Erac) and daughter-in-law (Roslyn)

Simon's grandsons (Dorran and Derrock)

As we'll see in Chapter 32 and can see in the family tree above, I'm going a bit rogue with my depiction of Alys. I planned this fic back in October, and I was really interested in this idea that Fire and Blood was super inaccurate and misogynistic in its portrayal of women, especially when they were flouting societal norms (so think Rhaenyra, Alys, Nettles, etc.). It made me decide that most of the information about book Alys was probably wildly inaccurate and designed to paint her as crazy and evil. So instead of writing Alys as she was depicted in the book I wanted to write Alys as a woman whose story could conceivably be bastardized and twisted into her book depiction.

I also had to fill in the blanks for a bunch of birth and death dates, so most of these ages aren't canon. I'm setting the fire that killed Harwin and Lyonel in about 123 AC. I decided that Simon's son (Erac) died in that fire as well for reasons. I also decided that Larys and Alys's mothers both died giving birth to them.

#house strong #hotd #house of the dragon #fire and blood #fab #lyonel strong #harwin strong #larys strong #alys rivers #simon strong #jacaerys strong #lucerys strong #joffrey strong #rhaenyra targaryen #stormbreak chapter 32 #fic: stormbreak #stormbreak #fic

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doodlesofmiddleverse · 1 year ago

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Trying to have a fun night out...

#nick grant #Celesse count #Bellatrix #artists on tumblr #original characters

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croxovergoddess · 1 year ago

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Who's the most complex OC you've made?

(Warning, SA mention)

More !

He's a big mama's boy and he misses her every day

He calls the demon girl he likes "Angel" because he thinks she saved him

He's currently in therapy for sex addiction

Awkward because his first two hundred years of life were spent inside because he didn't want the world to see his actual form. Didn't go out into the public until he discovered what silver does to him.

#my art #middleverse #Celesse Count

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comicteaparty · 5 years ago

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Art Resources

Check out this plethora of art-related resources archived from Comic Tea Party’s Art Resources Channel!

RebelVampire

starting this channel off with @Kabocha 's site http://www.shooting-stars.org/ lots of fantastic brushes and materials to use for both photoshop and clip studio(edited)

https://inkarnate.com/ - a nifty site for creating maps. while there is a pro version, the free version still has a lot of features if you just need a map for personal use to reference for your stories.(edited)

https://bodykunposeoftheday.tumblr.com/ - lots of pose photos of the SH Figuarts Body-Kun figures. really great if you want to get some anatomy and pose practice in!(edited)

http://blog.studiominiboss.com/pixelart - if you're a fan of pixel art, this is a hugely great collection of tutorials by Pedro Medeiros. it's got everything from process explanations, animation tips, shading, and more.(edited)

http://terawell.net/terawell/ - Design Doll, a great 3d program solely focused on doll posing. learning to pose the dolls can be a bit of a learning curve, but it can be fantastic if you really need a specific pose reference.(edited)

http://www.yeoldemapmaker.com/ - another map making website. this one is a lot better for interiors, especially if what you want is to just understand the base layout of a room for reference.(edited)

https://www.textures.com/ - a good site for textures. you have to make an account to download them, unfortunately. however, theres tons upon tons of them. for comics they should be safe, but would recommend checking terms for other things.(edited)

Kabocha

Free Software: I have not personally tested all of these programs. Download at your own risk. indicates that I have used it. Pixia: http://www.ne.jp/asahi/mighty/knight/index.html Artweaver: https://www.artweaver.de/en (has paid version) Medibang Paint: https://medibangpaint.com/en/ Krita: https://krita.org/en/ MyPaint: http://mypaint.org/ (Pressure does not work properly on Surface devices newer than the Surface 3) SmoothDraw: http://www.smoothdraw.com/sd Paint.Net: https://www.getpaint.net/ GIMP: https://www.gimp.org/ Pinta: https://pinta-project.com/pintaproject/pinta/ Inkscape: https://inkscape.org/en/

RebelVampire

https://nattosoup.blogspot.com/ - If you aren't familiar with Becca's blog yet, it's really great. while there is an emphasis on watercolor and traditional art supplies, theres honestly just great information all around. processes, supply reviews, and so on!

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

http://leifandthorn.com/2018/07/resources-for-making-webcomics/ - resources I've collected over the years. Mostly art stuff (fonts, color harmony, body types, etc), plus some help with website accessibility and some general webcomic podcasts.

Desnik

This is not a free resource so I hope it's okay, but in just a couple of days poring over the first two pages of this book, I'm really feeling a difference in the elasticity of my character's poses. It doesn't get bogged down by medical terminology and sorts parts of the body by 'landmark' instead: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23580472-anatomy-for-sculptors-understanding-the-human-figure

this is speaking as someone who has multiple years of figure drawing practice from life...I wish this book had been out much earlier, it's just amazing

JaSketch

https://www.calligraphr.com/en/ Here’s a free to use website that turns your handwriting into a legit text font, and it works too!

keltyzoid!

speaking of fonts i've actually made a few that are free to use. there's a couple of webcomics i know of that use them. should can i post them?

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/r8wmj4kp2566jbn/AACCrP70zPVLr8h2f5F4d6BIa?dl=0

they're free, no license or credit necessary

kayotics

this is a pretty basic level "how I do comics" but i like to reference these how-to's from Mad Rupert sometimes as a refresh on comics: http://mynameismad.tumblr.com/post/163801383099/hello-in-case-you-havent-heard-the-sakana

lonelytuatara

for any fellow photoshop users who wanna get better at perspective, this video's been really helpful for me! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upxBGNcryRs

Delphina

Really helpful Twitter thread about effective paneling! https://twitter.com/h0lysarthole/status/1117464886123089921

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Install old versions of Adobe products for free: https://helpx.adobe.com/creative-suite/kb/cs2-product-downloads.html?promoid=19SCDRQK There are terms & conditions, but the programs don't actually check if you fulfill them. It's up to you to know how much money you've given them, and what you're ethically clear to download in return.

Kabocha

If we're talking about Image Editors, a not-free alternative is Affinity Photo, which is reasonably priced. (I'd look for it to go on sale, but $50 for a perpetual license isn't bad at all!) https://affinity.serif.com/en-us/photo/ Their indesign competitor is in free Beta right now, too: https://affinity.serif.com/en-us/publisher/

Paint.net also still exists: https://www.getpaint.net/

https://www.patreon.com/posts/26834357 In the meantime, here's a post for alternatives to adobe.

https://twitter.com/robochai/status/1124044195092672515

JUNK

https://blog.reimenayee.com/graphic-novel-outline-onion-method/ neat

Hey, I'm sure everyone already knows, but clip studio is on sale for $25 right now! It is (imo) one of the best programs out there for making comics! https://twitter.com/clipstudiopaint/status/1169159411304210432?s=19

MJ Massey

if you're looking for a new display tablet, I found this useful site with tons of tablet reviews! They're organized by size and look at several different brands http://brad.site/reviews/wacom-cintiq-alternatives.html

Attila Polyák

How to draw good looking lightning/electricity! https://www.facebook.com/leesartandmore/photos/a.1370091679712083/2411389295582311/?type=3&theater

seetherabbit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pDE4VX_9Kk

DaeofthePast

Free to use comic font http://purastik.net/ames/e.html

MJ Massey

If you haven't watched Jake Parker's videos, I highly recommend them. They are very informative AND relaxing and encouraging https://www.youtube.com/user/jakeparker44

MJ Massey

GESTURE DRAWINGS! They're important for art practice, especially if you are looking to improve your forms! https://www.quickposes.com/en is my favorite. It has a feature where you can set it to show you different photos every 30-300 seconds to practice gesture drawing!

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Just saw this on Twitter. Haven't actually gotten a chance to look at it closely, but I thought other people might also want to take a look https://twitter.com/Worstwizard/status/1183475129084329984?s=09

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

https://twitter.com/noahbradley/status/1185286707819827201?s=09

Attila Polyák

Loads of useful facebbok stuff I meant to post a long time ago, but never got around doing it: https://www.facebook.com/AikaLockheart/photos/a.413147142066258/2235198713194416/?type=3&theater https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=472362883489284&set=a.130547804337462&type=3&theater https://www.facebook.com/geektower/photos/pcb.1089341477902964/1089341267902985/?type=3&theater

MJ Massey

picking pens! From Jake Parker himself https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNgYvTI09XE

MJ Massey

for anyone who likes podcasts, I enjoy 3 Point Perspective, particularly their most recent episode on building an online store and making sales https://open.spotify.com/episode/2twCBBjRWZlmzbvWkRoARG?si=N7PiY3UoTJCzq0zZovXsdg

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

Here's a good reference generator: https://line-of-action.com/

SAWHAND

Hope this counts as a resource, here's a list of Best Comic Covers in a given month by Paste magazine, it goes up to June 2019. It was really helping me get ideas for covers! https://www.pastemagazine.com/search?t=Best+Comic+Book+Covers&m=Galleries

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

This is great!

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Ooh, yeah, those are great.

I did a redraw where I added another 7, for shots that aren't in the original that I also get a ton of use out of: https://www.deviantart.com/erinptah/art/29-Panels-That-Always-Work-748887838

carcarchu

ooooh https://twitter.com/cathygjohn/status/1216093817734139904?s=20

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/ClipStudioTips/status/1217058241613651969

renieplayerone

This may have been shared before but i am a HUGE fan of SenshiStock. Their references are so good and ive used their stock photos for a ton of studies and practice too https://twitter.com/SenshiStock

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/celesse/status/1219674655663042561

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/dankelby/status/1220254171049418752

mariah (rainy day dreams)

https://kingofooo.tumblr.com/post/161105648449/by-storyboard-supervisor-erik-fountain-a-few

Krispy §[Ghost Junk Sickness]§

https://twitter.com/ImRachelBradley/status/1216042005698174977?s=19

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/cyanparade/status/1229450046480867328

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

@Feather J. Fern This is the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEvMHRgPdyk

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

@Javi An oldie I still find useful for learning how to draw people: https://archive.org/details/andrew-loomis-drawing-the-head-hands/mode/2up

Nutty (Court of Roses)

https://twitter.com/Lowtwait/status/1232479451721502725

Artem Ficta (Ring Spell)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlh4PO-ISCA

video that looks into this current humble bundle pack

looks kind of interesting

doomedfrgarden

I'm not sure if Borodante's Over-Paint series has been posted here (I didn't see it, but I don't have my glasses so I can't promise a thorough search), but his digital painting tips have been incredibly helpful and inspiring to me, so I hope it helps someone else here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDKgohjbwY8&list=PL26-CxnLWOfD_h42yjpO44dPAo3-pijgb&index=23

Feather J. Fern

Found something that explains Bleed for comics. https://makingcomics.spiltink.org/pgtemplates/

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

A soft-shading demo I made for@Feather J. Fern & @Artem Ficta (Ring Spell) Sorry this took so long to complete! https://youtu.be/Cyc9EVissw0

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/hanari0716/status/931463182354227201

Mei

For people like me who mess up their bleeds and have to fix them in post, I had this lying in my bookmarks! https://twitter.com/TheDamnThinGuy/status/1190321427314032646?s=20

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

There are lots of guides to tangents, and here is one I like a lot! http://curiousoldlibrary.blogspot.com/2011/10/schweizer-guide-to-spotting-tangents.html

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/Sasquatchiix/status/1236987090874667008 This is a visual novel zine but section 2 on resources actually has a lot of cross-over in terms of usability for comic creators, check it out if you feel like testing out some new tools! Update - I read through the articles now and I actually really recommend checking them out too for advice when it comes to story-writing and how to lay it all out(edited)

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

Want to share this with you all! https://creatureartteacher.com/product/fundamentals-of-animation/?fbclid=IwAR0ahSOtdTBPmi0cHQlBpyMK7RveLZXptqcLrFX559KQMOkp-oLjGG9JA_0 Fundamentals of Animation Course Aron Blaise a big disney animator, has an animation Course that take you through the princibles of animation. This course is free for a limited time if you want to learn about animation!

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

Really cool video I found about pricing your commissions: https://youtu.be/pN4P82Y_3k0

carcarchu

a handy tool for those who work in clip https://twitter.com/2TooToo2/status/1243101802435727360

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I'm not sure if this is the right channel, but I'm going around shouting about how Adobe users can get two months free because of the pandemic this morning. Here's an article about how to do it! https://www.creativebloq.com/news/adobe-payment-holiday?fbclid=IwAR108UH-2fQfvQzyc2STIHZh9H7LOzr1xvOoLPM_7pylHNoQ9isvMDT4wRw

I also made a tweet for easy sharing if you don't want to type your own. https://twitter.com/RainyDayMariah/status/1243573425697742848?s=20

Krispy §[Ghost Junk Sickness]§

https://twitter.com/metalsorcery/status/1247930202073829377?s=19 This is a survey to answer for webcomic creators to get their work featured in this newsletter! Open to every one!

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

@Miranda (Into the Swell) This one's pretty good: https://www.deviantart.com/theinkyway/art/Manga-Studio-5-Clip-Studio-Paint-Brush-Pack-619455926

carcarchu

@Miranda (Into the Swell) this is my ultimate fave http://fav.me/d7s799d

carcarchu

this is handy reference image account that only posts pictures of suits and mundane things https://twitter.com/madarameBK

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Follow Art of Webcomics (on Twitter) which help independent creators host a site and share your page updates: https://series.artofwebcomics.com/(edited)

carcarchu

https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1725189 a handy sfx brush for clip studio paint that can help save some time with your process (it's got various effects built in the brush itself so you don't have to have several stroke layers to achieve the effect) it costs 2 dollars

SaltySalmonella

I made an SFX (sound effect) booklet for comic artists who are having difficulty visualizing sounds for their comics. It's free to download on Gumroad! https://gumroad.com/SaltySalmonella#VOZQM

Elliot

https://twitter.com/nicparris/status/1253710231781036043

CoppertheCarutor

I'm not sure if this goes in writing or art resources because it's art based, but the focus is on using colors to aid the story, but I thought this was a pretty neat video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXgFcNUWqX0&feature=emb_logo

mariah (rainy day dreams)

I was looking up some moonlight tutorials for an illustration last night. Figured I'd share~ https://tips.clip-studio.com/en-us/articles/1684

https://www.deviantart.com/ryky/art/MOON-easy-tutorial-399161176

carcarchu

https://youtu.be/LokpJy7KHpE Shilin talks about her thought processes when laying out her comic panels

carcarchu

some free flower assets for clip https://assets.clip-studio.com/ko-kr/search?user=miyage3&order=new

carcarchu

Reimena Yee did an interesting thread on the visual language used in comics https://twitter.com/reimenayee/status/1263755464853995521(edited)

sierrabravo (Hans Vogel is Dead)

yess I was hoping someone would put that up here!!! such a good resource

that reminded me of the 22 panels that always work, something I've been trying to utilize more when I get stuck working: https://cloudfour.com/thinks/22-panels-that-always-work-wally-woods-legendary-productivity-hack/

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

It's so reliable, last year I was able to recreate the whole thing using only pre-existing panels from Leif & Thorn. (Then added another row because there were a few other shots I keep coming back to...) https://leifandthorn.com/comic/erin-ptahs-29-panels-that-always-work/

(Note, there's a horizontal scrollbar under the image, since I uploaded the big version.)

DaeofthePast

found this tutorial/tips on drawing scars that I found useful https://jetfeather.tumblr.com/post/163383759536/i-have-a-hard-time-drawing-scars-how-do-you-do

carcarchu

For those who suffer from pain while drawing: https://twitter.com/lost_paw/status/1271540123688210433

Evil_Chippy (My Hero!)

https://twitter.com/Darchala/status/1272257378881175552?s=20

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

@Krispy §[Ghost Junk Sickness]§ Here's the brush pack. The one I used is called "Pensona": https://www.deviantart.com/theinkyway/art/Manga-Studio-5-Clip-Studio-Paint-Brush-Pack-619455926

carcarchu

How to draw a lot of books https://twitter.com/yoshida_seiji/status/1200432951671939073

carcarchu

Mentorship directory for this interested in that kind of thing https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1vfcr_F0utixw7D-rsbUoId1kwU2Ee_c_jXy2r5df-Jc/edit?usp=sharing

shadowhood {SunnyxRain}

https://www.lackadaisy.com/exhibit.php?exhibitid=333 A fun tutorial on drawing expressions

carcarchu

A really comprehensive look into the panel border tool in clip https://professorfaf.tumblr.com/post/178927411355/comic-paneling-tools-in-clip-studio-paint Great for beginners but even if you're already acquainted with them it's helpful for finding out things you may not have even realized

Krispy §[Ghost Junk Sickness]§

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ED289uthfNQ&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR1ka0j6gwtFcj5aXS8wIj-zpgwaYiI2ncP-g4Tn6hL0h4VFa-rKn6MM_1Q this is my old illustration instructor who did a tutorial on watercolour if anyone was interested in the medium! her stuff is so vibrant and solid, and i was so happy to have her as my old prof!

CoppertheCarutor

Light bounce! https://twitter.com/KikiDoodleTweet/status/1276565894051753984?s=19

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/Ghadaaax/status/1277158331761807360 helpful tips!

cAPSLOCK (Tailslide)

Colorist K Michael Russell has been streaming nightly as he colors pages from comics he's working on, while giving tips and insight into his thought process: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCps08eOJfFRm00TE5LStIIg

carcarchu

Advice on how to utilize speedlines https://youtu.be/Y_3Rbjn_0r0

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

I just have to plug this amazing program here: https://affinity.serif.com/en-gb/publisher/ It's basically a replacement program for Adobe inDesign, but waaay cheaper. If you're like me and have sworn off Adobe, I highly recommend it. I've been messing with it all day to begin setting up my first volume for print, and I love it so far, especially after trying other budget publishing softwares. Can't recommend it enough.

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

hii! https://www.dropbox.com/sh/m8yv10gevqv2x5s/AACVoWTvK-B7qB1yRGUZadB5a?dl=0 Here is a little gallery of fat bodies!

carcarchu

world building tool thing https://www.worldanvil.com/artist i haven't tried it out yet but it looks interesting!

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/soteikat/status/1285036231592558592 takie made some free to use comic resources!

carcarchu

https://twitter.com/aeipathea/status/1285048061518061569

carcarchu

it is a website that shares dimensions for things. Helpful for referencing proportions https://www.dimensions.com/(edited)

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

I don't necessarily agreed with everything they said, but it's still a good video, and I definitely agree with many of the points they brought up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZQKeHnKK90

Especically the "stop drawing _" advice

I dealt with that a lot in school

#ctparchive

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Most of the gang doesn't mind when Jimmy decides to work out at work

#jimmy crossroads #minicomics #bertha #malady rose #celesse count #black rose blues

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Six: The Lady Hightower

AN: I am not a smut writer, but Otto Hightower brought something out of me I didn’t know existed. I hope this chapter is written well. It has to be, because I messed my sleep scheduled up trying to get this posted.

Trigger Warning: SMUT - Minors DNI, I mean this in the kindest way possible, get to stepping if you’re not 18+.

Word Count: 5.7k

Taglist: @riviaborns @dogmatic255 @amethystwonders11 @snowymarvel1205 @helloimlateforeverything @sweetwanderlust05 @newandykes

Chapter Seven: The Lady Hightower Part II

113 AC, Westeros

With her heart beating anxiously, Jesmyn forced herself to open the door to the bedchambers where her husband awaited. She had been tutored about matters relating to the bedchamber during the banquet while sitting with other ladies. Jesmyn displayed a certain degree of shock at the knowledge Celesse had been spouting off. Worse, a few other ladies started to chip in, laughing behind their fans as they told her what men allegedly liked to do to pleasure themselves.

“Once your gown is off, he won't be able to keep his hands off you until he's finished," one lady said, a giggle following her sentence.

Jesmyn could only bear so much before her Aunt Charlyse stepped in, saying, "her poor niece’s head will implode from embarrassment if another word was uttered."

She emerged from the shadows of the corridor, her long, white nightgown gracefully trailing behind. Otto, drinking from a goblet and staring into the hearth, turned around, his mouth agape. Jesmyn shyly smiled, closing the door behind her as Otto’s eyes quietly trailed over her and placed his goblet down on a nearby table.

“Your silence leaves me nervous, husband,” Jesmyn said, her hands wringing themselves into knots behind her back.

The voice of the giggling woman filled her head briefly. She stepped forward, her coils released from its updo and now falling freely down her shoulders. Jesmyn took another step closer, followed by another, and another. Slow and deliberate. The roar of the flames hiding the sound of her footfalls.

“It is I who should be nervous,” Otto responded, his eyes never leaving her. “Only when you’ve visited my dreams did I believe you could be this beautiful,” he said, as she moved closer and closer to him. “But now you are here, in flesh and bone, I am rendered speechless,” he finished, Jesmyn standing directly in front of him.

Jesmyn’s cheeks warmed, “You dreamed about me?” she said, placing her hands on his shoulder.

“Often,” he admitted, resting his hands on her waist. “Nearly drove me…” he trailed off, his hand sliding up her back slowly. “To madness,” he finished, whispering into Jesmyn’s ear.

Her body quivered in response, igniting a particular kind of heat between her legs. Unconsciously, she held her breath due to Otto surveying her body with barely masked hunger. He dipped his head, his lips tracing an outline along her ear to her neck. Jesmyn couldn't control the small sigh that escaped her lips, as her grip him tightened on his shoulders.

"I must confess Otto, I am a little nervous of what comes next,” Jesmyn admitted, sliding her fingers through the hairs on the nape of his neck.

He pulled back and looked at her, “Do you trust me, Jesmyn?” he asked, seeking her eyes

“You know I do,”

“Then, nothing will happen unless you want it to," he reassured, caressing her hairline with the tips of his fingers. “How about some wine, to calm your nerves,” he suggested warmly.

“Yes, please,” Jesmyn squeaked out.

Stepping away from her, Otto moved over to the small table and poured the wine into the empty goblet. Wordlessly, he held it out for her and she quickly snatched the cup from his hand. Without hesitation, she downed the whole drink, the action taking them both by surprise. Jesmyn couldn’t help it, everything about her exuded nervous energy. Her head felt like it was spinning, and her heart was well on its way to bursting from her chest if it beat any harder. Jesmyn had never been with a man before, having waited like all highborn ladies are supposed to. Now, finally her wedding night was upon her and her complete inexperience with matters relating to the bedchambers overwhelmed her.

A chuckle left Otto watching Jesmyn grab the pitcher and pour herself another full cup of wine.

"For a moment, I was unsure if you were going to drink straight from the pitcher," he teased.

"Well, the night is still young," she reminded, her lips quirking up. “Never say never,” she added, bringing the goblet to her lips and quickly drinking it.

Jesmyn set the cup down onto the table as Otto walked behind her, gently pulling her hair over her shoulder to reveal the slender slope of her neck.

“You just need to relax,” he whispered, his breath fanning over her skin.

“Otto,” she sighed, her body melting against his warmth.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice soft and husky. "This can wait for another night, week, month or year,” he continued, his lips skimming her neck as he spoke. “You will always be my wife," he said, his beard scratching ever so lightly against her sensitive skin.

The intonation Otto had taken on was something familiar to Jesmyn only when she slumbered, where her mind ran wild with images. Dreams which she awakened from, hot and out of breath, her chest heaving. The ones seen as improper, leaving her with wet small clothes and sticky thighs come morning time. Such a tone was welcome, it was most welcome. She’d never felt like this. This was a new emotion for her. Lust, desire, and love. Jesmyn wanted him with a fierceness she couldn't contain, and prayed he didn’t stopped.

“I don’t want you to,” Jesmyn breathed.

The words left her lips and she could barely recognize her own voice, it was sultry and seductive, but so warm. Exhilaration coursed through her system, settling low in her abdomen, causing heat to pool in the area.

“Good,” he answered, breathing slightly heavier than before.

Otto dragged his mouth down her neck, leaving long, hot kisses along the way, sometimes nipping lightly, other times running his tongue along her skin. The action elicited a high pitched gasp from Jesmyn, her head lolling back. A pleasured shiver ran through her, from the base of her neck down to the tip of her spine. Her skin prickling with goosebumps. Jesmyn’s vision went hazy, her head swimming from what his lips were doing to her. Otto’s slid his arms around her waist, bringing them lower and lower on her body while dipping his head deeper to the crook of her neck. Inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, he placed open wet kisses on her neck.

A strangled moan reverberated in her chest as Jesmyn felt teeth sink into the junction of her neck and shoulder. Reaching up, she ran her fingers into his soft hair and held him to her. Her movement made his waist press against hers, involuntarily pushing his hips into her and extracting a low, stifled groan from Otto. The mere sound intoxicated Jesmyn, immediately enticing her to do it again. Loudly, Otto groaned in pleasure directly into her ear and it was the sweetest song to reach Jesmyn’s ears. The sensation against her rear was unmistakable, Jesmyn could feel Otto hardening beneath his nightshirt.

Slowly, his hands ran up her waist, then over her ribs until his large palms finally cupped her breasts, fondling the sensitive tissue. the searing heat from his palms seeped through the thin material of her dress. Jesmyn moaned at the feeling, arching her back, her breasts craving attention. Inside her, it felt as if her blood already screaming in her veins at his touch, her neck crawling with nerves as his breath fanned off her skin. Jesmyn’s eyes rolled back, her head dropping further onto her husband’s chest before hers and Otto’s lips met. The kiss is slow and deliberate, tangling and teasing. She could taste the sweet wine he had consumed earlier on his lips

She drew a heavy breath as his mouth left hers and she spun around to face him fully. Hooded blue eyes held hers captive, dark and halfway clouded with lust. Otto raised his hand to her face, cupping her cheek.

"Don't worry, dear. I shall be gentle with you,” he said, tracing her lips with his thumb.

Silently, he dragged his fingers down her lips and to her chin, following the trail of skin to the length of her neck. His touch was like fire and ice at the same time. Otto’s hand came to a stop on the collar of her nightgown where it was neatly tied in a bow. His eyes flickered to hers, Jesmyn’s eyes were already boring into his.

“Do it,” she encouraged.

Jesmyn watched him gently tug on the string, and with little effort the knot unraveled, the front falling open. An audible sharp intake of breath left Otto’s mouth as another wave of goosebumps erupted on her arms. The air was colder on her newly exposed flesh than she realized. In an exploratory, and almost teasing manner, Otto inserted two fingers inside the gap of the gown; sliding them down between of her cleavage. The sensation set off another round of chills in Jesmyn.

With unexpected boldness, she surged forward. Wrapping her hands in his hair, she brought his face to hers and kissed him hard. It was a sloppy kiss, their teeth crashing together, but Jesmyn ignored the brief pain, too distracted by the small growl that Otto let out. Her tongue teased at his mouth and swiftly and suddenly, Otto lifted her off the floor as if she weighed light as a feather.

Instantly, she wrapped her legs around him securely and allowed him to carry her to the bed without breaking their kiss. Within a few short strides, Jesmyn felt her back collide into the softness of the mattress and Otto on top of her, careful not to crush his her with his weight. Jesmyn opened her lips slightly more and Otto’s tongue hungrily explored her mouth. He slid his hands underneath her nightgown, his fingers grazing the hypersensitive skin of her legs. He continued to push the fabric of her nightdress up, revealing more of her toned brown skin.

Suddenly, Otto grabbed the flesh underneath the curve of her backside, pressing her center against his hard length. A pitchy exhale spilled out of Jesmyn. The contact her lower region had been burning for was finally met.

He jerked his hips forward again, grunting as he ground down on her. Jesmyn thought she saw stars, a tingling sensation passing through her body. But it wasn't enough for her husband. She could tell he wanted to feel her against every inch of his body. Hells, Jesmyn wanted the same. Without resistance, Otto lifted her leg up and hooked it around his hip; the way they glided against each other was sinful.

Otto abruptly broke the kiss, his breath ragged. Their faces were inches apart, pants spilling from both of their lips, their chests heaving. Jesmyn’s breath mixed with his and she swore she was becoming intoxicated on the air leaving his lungs, sounds of pleasure, body heat, taste. Otto’s tousled hair fell slightly above his brow, framing his face. Jesmyn admired the gentle expression displayed, the strong masculine arms caging her. Lifting her hand up to his face, she pushed a few strands of hair behind his ear.

"Make me yours, Otto,"

His gaze dropped to Jesmyn’s half open nightgown, his fingers skimming across the exposed flesh. Lazily, he dragged the dress down her shoulder, pausing to look at her. Reaching out to him, Jesmyn covered his hand in hers and brought it down her to her breast. With her hand on top of his, she guided his hand to cup and gently squeeze her breast, causing her to moan softly. The expression on Otto’s face couldn't be described as his pupils were blown wide with lust, watching their hands. Jesmyn removed her hand from his, leaving him to explore her through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Without hesitation, long fingers traced her nipples causing her to throw her head back and let out a cry. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. He stroked her again, using his thumb and her peaks harden under his touch. Jesmyn’s eyes flew open again, her mouth let out a sort of soundless cry as she arched her back into his hand.

“Don’t stop,” she said gasping.

Jesmyn drew her knees up, till her feet were flat on the bed, her legs bent at the knee with Otto between them. She pushed her knees together against his hips, causing intimate contact making them both groan. The action only spurred Otto further, his hands still playing with her breasts. His ministrations caused one of her sleeves to slide down her shoulder on one side and Otto took of it. Sticking his tongue out, he ran it over the swell of her breast until it dipped into her cleavage, sending sparks through her body.

Almost instinctively, Jesmyn’s hand directed his head to her half bared breast where he nipped hungrily before pinching her other nipple, surprising her into releasing a loud, pleasured cry. In the aftermath of her noise, everything went even quieter, and the air itself seemed to pulse with the silence. Otto growled from deep in his throat, and took a hold of her nightgown which was bunched at her hips and pulled it off; lifting it over her head. He threw it behind him with a flourish and a smug grin. Otto paused, slowly admiring her body with his gentle eyes. Finally, her nakedness was unveiled to him, her swells out for his perusal.

Dark hair hung around her shoulders, firm nipples peeking out between the strands. Laying nude before him, Jesmyn felt uneasy as uncertainty crept through her. Naturally, her hands raised themselves to shield herself from his eyes. Her modesty was overwhelming her newfound confidence.Gently, Otto’s warm hands encircled her wrists, removing her arms.

“Look at me,” he said softly, and her face grew hot. "Don't hide yourself," he said. "You are divine, Jesmyn,”

His words went straight to her core, making her wetter than she already was. Moving cautiously he slid his lips down the length of her soft neck, his breath warm against her skin. His tongue darted out, skittering across her skin, pebbling her flesh in its wake as it traced her collarbone.

Jesmyn released a harsh groan, her eyes closing tightly, when Otto’s planted his mouth between her breasts. His lips sucked at her flesh, the sensations sending heat through her veins. Her breaths were coming out shallow and hard, but what Otto did next made her temporarily stop breathing all together. Without warning, his mouth closed in around her breast, lavishing her nipple with affection.

“Aah!” Jesmyn cried lowly, her back arching off the bed and her hips buck into his.

An action that made Otto moan hotly against her breast. Wildly, Jesmyn ran her fingers through his hair, holding onto him for dear life as he dragged his teeth lightly over the sensitive nerve riddled bud. His lips attached themselves to her other breast, rolling her hardened peak on his tongue and sucking harshly at it. The heady delight of his touch made her eyes flutter close and her breathing becoming ragged. Something began to prod at her inner thigh. She felt the bulge beneath his nightshirt press against her aching center.

Otto continued his exploration of her body with both of his hands. Jesmyn didn't stop him; mewling as he ran one hand down her stomach and the other squeezing her breast. When suddenly, his other hand buried itself between her legs, feeling the sweet evidence of her arousal.

“Fuck!” Jesmyn cried sharply.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Otto hummed amusedly. “My lady wife has a foul mouth on her?” he questioned, before dragging his tongue upwards over her bud.

Jesmyn gripped Otto’s hair tightly, pulling him up towards her lips again. She bit his bottom lip getting a slight moan from his before he pressed his lips back onto her kissing her deeply and with passion. Abruptly, Jesmyn gasped loudly, parting with his mouth for air. Otto had slipped a finger inside her, curling it to hit a sweet spot she didn’t know existed. Another whimper passed through her as Otto used his thumb to rub against her clit. She was on fire. Jesmyn began to move her hips in time with his fingers. Their lips smashed together once more, each kiss lasting longer than the last. Otto’s touches growing rougher. His mouth moved to the side of her cheek, chin, jaw, down her neck and then to her ear.

"The sounds that come from your lips are heavenly, the most beautiful things I've ever heard,”

“H-Harder,” Jesmyn whispered.

Otto drew back slightly, “What was that?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers.

“More,” Jesmyn breathed out, and that was all it took.

He obeyed, letting a second finger joined his ministrations and thrusting faster into her, harder, like she asked. And in that exact moment, Otto hit a spot driving Jesmyn mad and crying out in ecstasy.

"Yes, just like that," she encouraged, as his fingers plowed deeper inside of her. "O-Otto your fingers feel—fuck! Mmmh, just like that, don't stop, don't stop, don't—" Jesmyn babbled, throbbing, needy, and desperate for him.

"You're so close," Otto rasped. "I can feel it,” he continued, pushing his cock into her thigh, rutting incessantly, pre-cum smearing onto her leg. “You enjoy this, don't you? You enjoy having the King’s Hand fingers inside you,” he said gruffly.

Even in the midst of passion, Jesmyn couldn’t help but notice Otto’s sweet and gentle demeanor had all but vanished. In the throes of their lovemaking, his words turned vulgar, vivid, erotic, and demanding. She loved it. Otto’s fingers moved faster, and wet, little sounds filled the air as Jesmyn got louder and louder, rolling her hips into his hand. He slammed his fingers harder into her, gasps and moans pour from Jesmyn’s lips. His other hand found purchase on her left breast, kneading the mound of time and rubbing his thumb over the nipple. It sent another spasm through her muscles as they clenched in pleasure.

Jesmyn could feel a delicious ache threatening to send her body into another world with every move he made. Her body moved up and down on the bed with each thrust, while her hands clutched the sheets for dear life as her body shook with pleasure. Every minute, every second drove her closer, She could feel it.

Her body was rushing towards a precipice, and Otto pressed harder against her clit, his two fingers deep within her. The pressure that had been building up like water against a dam for several minutes, finally broke, crashing and tearing through her. She threw her head back against the pillows, mewls falling from Jesmyn’s lips. Her body arched and shuddered violently as an explosive gush of wetness washed over her. It covered Otto’s hand, soaked her thighs, and onto the bed sheets.

She gazed at the ceiling with unseeing eyes as she felt herself trembling in ecstasy. All muscles on her body seemed to be contracting simultaneously. Her vaginal walls seemed to squeeze around Otto’s fingers so hard she thought she would break them. He moved with her, grinding himself against her writhing body his own wetness soaking her skin. He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her, causing her eyes to roll back. He was determined to draw out every wave of orgasm from her aching body.

Otto held her close, his lips tenderly sucking on her neck while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Soon, the intensity of feeling every nerve ending course through her body gradually came to an end, her body finally settling down. Although, her body kept jerking sporadically even after her climax was over. Still panting, Jesmyn let out a breathy laugh and reopened her eyes to find Otto already smiling down at her.

“Gods, Otto, I’d never imagine my body could feel like such a way, it was amazing,” she said, smiling tiredly at him.

He smirked, “Oh, my dear wife,” he began, sliding his fingers out of her. “You have had only but a taste of what pleasures can be done to the body,” he continued, before bringing his digits up to his mouth.

Jesmyn’s eyes widened as she watched Otto smear her essence onto his tongue. It was fucking obscene. She released a sharp breath, biting her lip as she watched him. He never blinked, holding her gaze as the tips of his fingers glistened as he pushed them into his mouth, before closing his lips around them and licking them clean. Tasting her.

“Just as I thought,” he said, with a hum. “The sweetest of nectars,” he purred.

Shock filled her body. If it was at all possible, Jesmyn felt hotter than she already was. Otto smirked as he finished sucking her arousal from his fingers. Her hand hooked around Otto’s neck and brought him down towards her, kissing him fiercely. It was sloppy and wet, and he basked in it. Otto kissed back with fervor, running his tongue over hers and sucked at it a little, making Jesmyn groan. Otto broke the kiss, the faint taste of herself still present on his lips.

“Not so innocent, are we?” he whispered, bringing his fingers to her mouth.

Otto lightly pressed his thumb against Jesmyn’s slightly parted mouth, dragging her lips apart. Alluringly, she maintained his stare and sucked the into her mouth, letting her tongue swipe over the pad.

Jesmyn hummed a moan as she tasted herself, Otto watching her with wonder. His tongue ran across his bottom lip while his other hand moved to his manhood, tugging himself roughly with a few long strokes.

“Hmmm…I do taste good," she said huskily, letting his thumb pop free from her mouth, her teeth lightly scraping his skin.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Otto stripped off his nightshirt, tossing it aside carelessly. Jesmyn propped herself up on her elbows and stared Otto’s painfully erect cock, liquid dribbling out of his member. It was thick with a large vein running down the side.

“Care to show me what other pleasures can be performed to the body,” Jesmyn said, lifting her foot up and coquettishly running it against Otto’s inner thigh.

Her foot barely traveled more than a few inches before Otto grabbed it, smoothly curling her leg around him and lowering himself into the space where Jesmyn’s legs lie open. The tip of his manhood bumping against where she wanted him, and just the tiny bit of contact had her whimpering softly. Otto cupped her cheek and laid her back down onto the bed, her head cradled in his palm.

“Are you sure?” Otto asked, his eyes locking with hers.

It amazed Jesmyn how caring and patient of a lover her husband. He was perfect at being gentle yet forceful. She let ran her fingers trail up from his stomach to his chest, realizing he was much more muscular than he appeared.

“I am,” she answered, nodding her head.

He placed his lips on her forehead, then her eyelids, her cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I cause you any pain,"

Otto gripped his member, stroking himself before positioning it at her entrance. Then, Jesmyn felt a soft prodding against her center before it began to penetrate her. She inhaled sharply, her hands coming to grip his shoulders while her foot pushed into the mattress. Their bodies slowly began to merge together and Otto plunged deeper into her heat, his member throbbing in excitement. Jesmyn let out a cry, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes from the slight burning sensation coming from her core.

He stilled, "I know," Otto soothed, kissing her cheek. “Just this once, my love, it won’t be like this for much longer,” he promised, brushing her tears away. “Do you want to stop?" he questioned softly.

"No, keep going...I just need to… adjust," Jesmyn answered, breathing heavily. “Just be gentle,” she added.

“I will, just as I promised,”

Otto held her tightly, continuing to move inside of her tight walls, his breaths becoming more ragged with each moment that passed. Jesmyn’s form trembled and Otto kissed her shoulder; before his hips pushed forward breaking her maidenhood. An action which was pleasurable for Otto as his grip tightened on her thigh, trying to catch his breath from her walls clenching around him. For Jesmyn, it was just the opposite.

“Gods!” Jesmyn gasped in pain, her eyes tightly shut.

She could only describe it as if something was tearing her apart from the inside and splitting her in half. Instantly, Otto placed a trail of comforting kisses down her collarbone, as she tried to adjust to feel of him embedded deeply inside of her. After a minute, her pained expression relaxed.

"Are you still in pain?"

"A little, I just need to get used to this...feeling,”

"We can wait,” he offered, brushing hair from her face.

Jesmyn shook her head, “No, keep going,” she said.

Nodding, Otto resumed his movements and pulled out about an inch or so, only to slide back into her. Another gasp left her, the dull pain was still ever present, but the pleasure she felt earlier with his finger began to bloom. It went on like this for several minutes until each gentle slide turned into a small thrust. Then, it happened.

"O-oh Otto," Jesmyn exhaled softly, tipping her head back and closing her eyes.

He moved his lips to hers, capturing them into a soft kiss. Gently, Jesmyn nipped at his bottom lip earning a slight moan from his before pressing his lips back onto hers kissing her deeply and with passion. All the while, Otto continued to pull his hips back and rock forward, setting a slow yet steady rhythm. Jesmyn moaned every time he pushed his cock back into her. Her heart thrummed, his cock pulsing inside her warm flesh.

Otto moaned deeply into her ear, "You feel so exquisite, my dear wife," he praised. "So tight for me," he growled.

His words made her wetness leak out from her core and around his cock, dripping down onto her backside and the bed sheets. Otto pulled out to nearly the tip, before thrusting back inside of her; encouraged by her pleasured sighs. She was thoroughly enjoying how her body fit perfectly his own; the sensation of her breasts pushing against his chest as she arched into him.

He shifted against her, the soft hairs on his chest brushing her sensitive nipples

"It feels so... oh, fuck, it's so..." she was unable to form coherent sentences.

Gradually, Otto began to increase the intensity of his thrusts making her breasts bounce up and down. The slap their skin harmonized with every movement. He rested his forehead against hers, moaning softly just as passionately as she was. Otto pulled out until just the tip of him was the only thing remaining inside her, before thrusting back in deep, angling himself just enough to hit that spot inside her firmly. Jesmyn thought she could see stars.

"Harder," Jesmyn demanded, her fingernails dragging across his back.

Otto’s lips curled up into a smirk, leaning away from her, “I think my lady wife enjoys it rough,” he remarked.

Gladly, he obliged her, deepening his strokes as her walls clamped down on him. Jesmyn moved her hips to match his intense thrusts and the action seemed to rile him up further. It made Otto thrust into her like a dog in heat. The slapping of their skin increased in volume, it had never sounded more erotic to Jesmyn. Every thrust sent ripples through her body.

"You're so fucking wet, Jesmyn," he said throatily. "You've been dying to have my cock inside you, haven’t you?"

Otto moved his hands to Jesmyn’s chest, groping her breasts like they were the only thing that kept him tethered to the world. His fingers dug deep into the soft pillowy mounds, leaving marks of them much to Jesmyn’s pleasure. He toyed with them, touching and laving at the sensitive area, just as his manhood repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside Jesmyn over and over without fail.

Jesmyn was warm, so warm where Otto gripped her, the heat of him seeping into her as he continued to pound into her, cursing and gasping all the while. Her eyes began to grow heavy, and with little resistance allowed them to close, letting herself feel and enjoy her husband draw every drop of pleasure out of her. Otto’s head dipped into the crook of her neck, pressing kisses there, his breath hot against her neck. His grunts and moans were guttural and low, his voice a gravelly, raspy thing as he praised her how good she felt, how wet she was, how well she was taking him.

"Faster," Jesmyn ordered breathlessly, a command Otto followed.

Dropping his hands to her waist and gripping tightly, Otto pumped in and out of her, his pace becoming less controlled, thrusting into her the way she demanded. Intense, concentrated pleasure began to build up right between her legs.

"Is this how the lady likes it?" he asked, plunging into her all the way to the base each time

All she could do was nod eagerly, “Mmm—Y-Yes!" Jesmyn exclaimed, barely managing to utter the single word from her mind melting with the lustful pleasure.

Otto moved his hand to her center, playing with her clit as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Her hips moved with him, eyes closing as pleasure bloomed inside her, mounting and mounting. He moaned loudly, as her movements made her squeeze around him harder; each thrust making her toes curl in pleasure and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"Fuuuck!" he panted, moving in and out of her with more hard raps. “So good, Jesmyn, so good. So close,” he said fervently, their skin slapping at the harsh contact. “Can feel all of you, so wet and tight around me,”

He continued to ram himself in her sweet, perfect snatch; making Jesmyn’s breath hitch and feel like lightning coursed through her entire body. She pressed her face against the base of his neck, slowly trailing kisses up the column, before dragging her tongue along his jaw, up to his ear.

"Yes, that's it, my love," she whispered against his ear. "Ugh—just like that," she cooed, lightly tugging on his earlobe with her teeth.

Jesmyn’s legs wrapped around him tighter, her heels digging into his back taking his cock deeper as her hips rolled to meet his with each rough thrust. She could feel every inch of him inside her, hitting so deep she almost couldn't breathe. The pleasure burning in her pelvis grew to the point she was gasping for air, clawing and raking her nails down his back. Her thighs trembling, her muscles taut. She threaded a hand through his hair as the tension grew to unbelievable proportions. She couldn't handle it—her velvety walls clenched tightly around Otto’s cock like a vice, and her head went fuzzy. A loud gasping cry left her lips, just as her release wracked through her body, her vision dotting white.

Jesmyn screamed out Otto’s name in pure pleasure as she climaxed. Her whole body arching into his and the sound of his name escaping her loudly along with the almost painful clench of her walls, squeezing down so tight he could barely pull out.

''I can't... hold-!''

Otto hammered himself deeper into her womanhood, gripping her hips with enough force to know he would leave purplish bruises on her skin for days afterwards. Letting out a choked call of Jesmyn’s name, he swiftly yanked his hips back from her dripping folds.

“Ahh—Fuck! Fuck!”

Grabbing his arousal coated manhood, he stroked himself quickly before his hips jutted forward, erupting all over her stomach. Spurts of hot liquid shot from his cock, painting her skin with his hot seed. Otto kept pumping cum onto her exposed stomach, even as high as her breast. His orgasm slowed to a stop and he shivered, releasing his cock.

''Mmm-” he moaned, shuddering as his warmth hit her skin.

Otto collapsed on top of her like lead, breathing heavily and panting into the the crook of her neck. Both shivering as they rode out the waves of their powerful orgasms. Near silence blanketed the room as their respective orgasms ended, broken only by their heavy panting. Languidly, Jesmyn trailed her fingers up and down his dewy back, nails scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. The two of them sated and warm in each other's embrace as their breathing settled, finally coming down from their high.

Jesmyn slowly opened her eyes, letting out a deep, shuddering breath as the blues of Otto’s met her brown ones. His cheeks were flushed with exertion and his hair disheveled. Lifting his hand up, Otto stroked her cheek and planted a soft kiss on her lips, then rested his head on her shoulder.

"To think I was so terrified beforehand.." Jesmyn began, stifling a quiet laugh.

“Not anymore, I imagine,” Otto replied, smiling against her skin. “You won’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves,” he joked, before kissing the area of her chest closest to him.

“Me?” she questioned incredulously. “Your hands have traversed every plane of my body,” she quipped, threading her fingers in his hair.

“Can you hardly blame me?” he asked, his lips curving upwards. “You, and those damned dresses you’d wear, showing off your shoulders when you would visit my tower because you had to personally deliver your drawings or paintings to me,” he recalled humorously.

Jesmyn smiled, “So you did notice,” she said, chuckling warmly.

“Of course I did,” Otto said, with a playful scoff. “As our relationship progressed, so did your gowns,” he remarked. “First, your gowns showed your wrists, then your arms, and when you reached to revealing your shoulders...” he trailed off. “Thoughts unbecoming of a gentleman sprang through my head,” he admitted.

“Hmm, what thoughts?”

Otto tilted his head bringing his lips to her ear, “Locking the door to my tower, then, bending you over on my desk and taking you from behind,” he whispered hotly in her ear.

His words teased out goosebumps on her body.

“There’s nothing stopping you now, my body and soul are yours,” she whispered back.

A breathy chuckle left him, “Just you wait, my sweet hare. I have much to teach you,” he stated, their noses brushing against each other.

“I shall be your most eager student,” she quipped.

Otto smiled and pulled Jesmyn into a brief, but loving kiss.

"I love you,”

"I love you too,"

Chapter Eight: Wifely Duties

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