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cheapsweets · 1 year ago

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The unassailable Taerfleg

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

For a change I focused initially on the anatomy and worked out the rest of the composition later, which is why the adult Taerfleg looks a little stiff. I also continued my trend of drawing baby animals so tiny you can barely make them out (when I was thinking about developing my own drawing style, this wasn't what I planned... 😅)

Jinhao shark fountain pen with a fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch.

As ever, reasoning under the cut…

The Taerfleg is covered in prickles. It bristles, when it is enclosed in its prickles and is protected by them on all sides against attack.

Okay, so first question, what are prickles? The most defined explanation refers to plants, where technically speaking, a 'prickle' is a spiny process, but whereas thorns are modified branches/stems, and spines are leaves or parts of leaves, a 'prickle' is an outgrowth of the epidermis or skin or the plant (so, technicaly, roses have prickles, not thorns... learned a thing today!).

While I don't imagine that the authors of the bestiary (or if we're being honest, the translators) are going to be particularly fussy in terms of these exacting biological definitions, it gives me a place to start - the spiky bits of this animal are related to its skin rather than say, spiky bones or osteoderms.

For as soon as it senses anything, it first bristles then, rolling itself into a ball, regains its courage behind its armour.

Okay, armour, and curling up into balls... What kind of (land) animals have armour? Tortoises and crocodiles do, but aren't so roly poly unfortunately. Armadillos, pangolins, and all sorts of lovely bugs like isopods and pill millipedes definitely fit the bill. We just need to work out what kind of creature this is though, since its never specified whether the Taerfleg is a beast, a serpent, or something else...

Given the above note that 'prickles' are processes of the skin, rather than bone, we can eliminate crocodilians and turtles, as well as things like armadillos, which leaves us with squamate reptiles (lizards and snakes), potentially with prickly scales. I mean, I suppose these prickles could be modified hairs on a mammal, but surely the author of the entry would be more specific if that was the case, right? 😏

Plus given I interpreted the previous entry very conventionally (well, as conventional as tiny subterranian birbs can be) it's nice to stretch and draw something a little different...

The Taerfleg has a certain kind of foresight: as it tears off a grape, it rolls backwards on it and so delivers it to its young. It is also called [redacted]. This animal, thinking ahead, protects itself with twin ventilation ducts, so that when it thinks that the north wind is about to blow, it blocks the northern one, and when it knows that the south wind is giving warning of mist in the air, it goes to the northern passage to avoid the vapours blown from the opposite direction, which will do it harm.

One of the things that prompted a lot of the other design decisions was trying to work out exactly how it removes the grapes from its spines when it delivers them! I wondered about long necks (for instance, some tortoises) or tails, but ended up giving it reasonably long limbs and a bit of flex. I wasn't sure how well the grapes would survive being transported this way, so they're looking a little shrivelled...

Also, have some baby Taerflegs, one of which is munching down on a grape, the other is practicing curling into a ball, since I had to put that in the picture somewhere!).

I also read this as it digging burrows, based on the ventilation ducts. I didn't want to just duplicate what I'd drawn last week (with the cross section of the burrow), so we have the northern ventilation shaft blocked with grass and straw (I'd considered if it might block the shaft with its body, but that didn't seem likely given that the vapours would 'do it harm', and I didn't think that a weird lizardy thing would appreciate the cold draft on its posterior...

Note from this challenge - I really need to work out how to draw the interior of caves or tunnels...

So, I've taken inspiration from a lot of different creatures here. Ironically, despite picking up a copy of Charles Knight's animal drawing at the suggestion of @silverhart-makes-art (thank you, it's rad and really interesting, though I'm still on the lookout for some of the other suggestions I received too!), not a lot of use for this particular drawing, but it will definitely be useful in future projects.

One of the main inspirations here are girdled lizards, particularly the Armadillo girdled lizard (which has the greatest scientific name ever, Ouroborus cataphractus) - a spiky lizard that curls itself into a ball. Incidentally, another member of this family is the genus Smaug.... 🐉

Initial armadillo-inspired plating was superceded by pill millipedes (as most armadillos can't make a full ball); I also used the three-banded armadillo as the basis for the anatomy, but made a lot of changes along the way, particularly after I decided to make it a reptile - tortoises were considered briefly, but mostly monitor lizards (in part at least because they get big enough that I could find some good reference photos online!).

Digging claws on the forelimbs are largely from echidnas, I wanted the spiky bits to at least partially reflect the prickles on roses, back facing so they don't get in the way when its crawling through tunnels or vinyards, and there was also a lot of inspiration from Scolosaurus in the general vibe and the head (what? Dinosaurs are cool!).

Overall, interesting challenge, learned some things, have a few new things to learn, mostly had fun :)

#Taerfleg #maniculum bestiaryposting #bestiaryposting #my art #art challenge

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coralhoneyrose · 2 years ago

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The Princess and the Frog Chrobin AU... you don't know how hyped I was to read that.

I'm the exact opposite where I can't seem to write longfic. Do you have any suggestions for someone looking to try her hand at one?

Ohh I'm so glad that you're excited by the idea! 😊 Honestly there is such a tragic dearth of Birb!Robin content that I feel compelled to remedy it myself haha. And I think the fairytale-ish angle has a lot of fun / cute potential!

As for suggestions on getting into writing long fic, I certainly wouldn't consider myself an expert by any stretch, but I can tell you what has worked for me!

Find an idea that you *love* that just won't let you go

This, really, is the biggest tip I have. Obviously it's going to vary some based on the efficiency of the writer and just HOW long of a long fic we're talking about, but you're going to be thinking about and working on this fic for a long time. If that work isn't something you are extremely excited about, it's very quickly going to start to feel like a drag and become challenging to see through. Again, I can only speak to my own experience here, but I have thought about my long fics in some capacity for at least a few hours every day for the last two years (and often much much more than that LOL). Definitely I have days where I am not in the mood to write or I am not in a great head space with the fic and need to take a step back. But when all is said and done, it's still a story I am excited to tell and involves scenarios I *want* to have an excuse to think about all the time, day after day. If you're that excited about the ideas, I think that alone will carry you far!

2. Ask yourself why you want to write a long fic

To elaborate: what is it that a long fic allows you to do that you feel as though you can't accomplish in a shorter fic instead? Extensive world building? A more intricate plot? The answer to this question should drive a lot of your story conceptualization process. Honestly for me the biggest draws of long fic are how it lends itself to slow-burn, extensive opportunities for agonizing pining, and the ability to portray much more gradual character growth. Those are three of the things I love most in the fics and novels I read *and* three things that I love to write about. Because those things are such big priorities for me, the way I formed and built my story ideas around them was already very naturally geared towards long fic--I didn't have to try to fit it into that mold at all!

3. Find a good beta reader

Easier said than done, I know, but I genuinely think a fresh set of eyes / a brain to pick when you're stuck makes a world of difference. I cannot tell you how many times I have gotten myself into a deep rut with my long fics that I was convinced there was no way out of, or where I'd written a whole chapter draft that I thought was un-salvageable only for my beta reader to provide a very elegant solution / quickly pinpoint and direct me towards what wasn't working so that I wouldn't have to throw out the whole thing. One of the dangers with long fic is that you're working on it for so long that your sense of how things move and progress in the story and where they are going winds up being very divorced from the way readers experience it. Having someone else who can give you outside POV on what's working and what's not is invaluable during the drafting and revising process. Ideally that person would also have tastes that align well with your own and be someone who you can trust to be both honest and encouraging (even better if they know the characters of the world well and can give feedback from that angle too) but I do recognize perfect beta readers don't grow on trees. If not a full fledged beta reader, I think having a close friend or two who you can talk through the writers blocks or concerns with is helpful too!

4. Plan ahead but don't be afraid to change directions

Probably the most subjective piece of advice on here since I know different writers vary wildly with how much they like / need to plan ahead, but this is the combination that I've found has worked best for me. The reason being that if you don't do *some* more extensive idea generating and planning before hand I don't think it gives you anything to get hyped up about and look forward to. Having a big exciting moment in the story that you can't wait to write is a really good motivator, but unless you are very good at delayed gratification, brainstorming smaller moments along the way that are iddy and fun while still moving you closer to that big moment will be imperative for motivating yourself to stick it out long enough to get there. That being said, I don't think you have to feel locked into those early ideas either. Things are going to occur to you as you're writing that didn't during the planning stages. New ideas you like better, logistical bumps you didn't think to account for, the discovery that a character feels a different way about something than how you anticipated they would...there's a whole bunch of possibilities and all of them may wind up derailing your initial vision to varying degrees. And I think that's okay! Part of the writing process is re-discovering the world and characters from new angles...I honestly think it would be odd if that *didn't* impact the story's direction, at least a little! And generally I think those changes just tend to make the story even better in the end~

5. Let the fic be gratuitous and self-indulgent

Echoes of this are present in some of the previous pieces of advice, but I think it bears repeating as a separate (and final) point. Don't be afraid to pile on as many of your favorite tropes as you can!! Build your fic concept so that it includes lots of story beats and themes you're a sucker for every time. The more opportunities you find to load in things that you love, the more fun you'll have writing and thinking about the idea and the more likely it is that you'll both have an idea big enough to write a long fic for and that you'll be willing to stick it out and see it through to the end 💕

Okay...I think that's all I've got. This was so long and apologies if you were not looking for an answer anywhere near this detailed but, well, I did say I struggle to write anything short LOL Thank you for being interested enough in my perspective and experiences to ask in the first place! And I hope you'll find something I said here was helpful!

#Asks #Jubileen #Writing #Writing advice #My fics

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art0lies · 7 years ago

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Daily Drawing 139: Penny Challenge birb for @pom-seedss . : )

#penny challenge #the penny challenge #gift art #bird #birb #colored pencil #gonna be doing a lot of these #days worth #artists on tumblr #a couple weeks if I can keep it up #artofile #because it sounds like fun #and I want to get better at tiny art #because I've never done it before #the second one was easier #but I want a smaller pen #definitely #much smaller #still drawing

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kathuman · 4 years ago

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I got to draw a boy and his beautiful birb friends for @nergiganteisjustakitty!

A bit of a challenge but it really came out well! Definitely one of the prettiest pieces I’ve got to make for someone^^

#monster hunter iceborne #monster hunter #pteryx #hunter #nergiganteisjustakitty #commission #monster hunter fanart #kathuman #clip studio paint

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3laxx · 7 years ago

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3laxx Masterpost

This is a Masterpost for all my (reuploaded) fanfictions, art and photos that I took, with a link and short summaries!

Hope this helps to orientate over the name change from @awesomefreckledjesus to @3laxx that I made early in 2018!

My profiles if you want to check me out on other websites are counted up here:

Tumblr - 3laxx Twitter - ToniWorz Discord - 3laxx #9024 Archiveofourown - 3laxx Fanfiction - 3laxx Instagram - _3laxx_ DeviantArt - 3laxx

Everything you need to know, sorted and (re)uploaded, is under the cut!

Fanfictions (#freckles writes)

OneShots:

Reckless Adrienette, post-reveal: When Marinette and Adrien get into a fight, everything turns out for the worst. Can Marinette convince him to think twice before he makes his final decision? Ao3 / FF.net

Escalation Adrienette, pre-reveal: One dumb action by Adrien, one boiling of anger Alya, one passed out Marinette and one laughing-his-ass-off Nino. That should be hilarious. NoMagic!AU tho. Slight Adrienette, hinting to more Ao3 / FF.net

Jealous Kitten Adrienette, jealous Adrien, pre-reveal: Jelly Adrien happens, Nathaniel's in the game, Marinette's confused, Alya threatens with killing. Just a normal day for our heroes, isn't it? Ao3 / FF.net

Just an ordinary day in Paris LoveSquare and slight DJWifi, reveal, Alya-centric: A reveal that's a little... Sudden. Not just for the superheroes but also and foremost for their friends. Ao3 / FF.net

Stargazing Marichat and Adrienette, pre-reveal, Secret Santa gift for @sweet-childhood-dreams: After a night of stargazing, Chat begins to see things in Marinette that he didn't think would be possible. His heart belongs to Ladybug... Right? Ao3 / FF.net

Aftermath Marichat, reveal, Server Secret Santa: After Marinette takes a hit that was meant for Chat Noir she gets patched up by him. Fluff ensues and a reveal is just around the corner. Ao3 / FF.net

Raging Flames DJWifi, Nino-centric: The raging flames come closing in on him as he spots her. And all she sees is his face, framed by heat and death. Ao3 / FF.net

Prompt Collections:

My lovely DJ (#my lovely dj) Nino Appreciation week: A collection of prompts all around our favorite boy Nino! Ao3 / FF.net

Wintery Warm Drabbles (#wintery warm drabbles) 25 days of Christmas: Winter! Christmas! What's our Miraculous Squad up to? I found a prompt list for 25 days and spontaneously decided hey, why not, let's see if I'll make it? Ao3 / FF.net

My sweet reporter (#my sweet reporter) Alya Appreciation week: Since I already did Nino Appreciation Week in October I thought why not give it a try? Ao3 / FF.net

Miraculous Prompts (#prompt) Collection of all Prompts and ideas: It's just a list of prompts around ML that I came up with and I wanna share what I wrote so far. Ao3 / FF.net

Multichaptered:

Nightmares (finished) 9/9 chapters, Adrienette and DJWifi, reveal: Adrien has terrible nightmares and slowly becomes desperate. Things escalate (I wonder why they always do in my fics... Meh, so many mysteries!) and he soon confuses his friends by acting really strange around a certain bluenette. Adrienette, slight DJWifi and rated M for language and serious injuries Ao3 / FF.net

Party Night (finished) 2/2 chapters, Adrienette and DJWifi, NonMagic!AU, slightly aged up: New Year's Eve! The old year ends with some new things to get used to for Marinette. But as the new year starts, there'll be something entirely different waiting for her. Ao3 / FF.net

Unfortunate Kitten (in progress) 6/? chapters, pure angst, Chat Noir side switch: The words play over and over in his head. "He’s-… Tall. And blonde, like you.", and every word feels like a punch. "Kind. Really kind.", and he feels jealousy as well as hopelessness bubbling up in his chest. But just as the tears stop spilling, someone makes him an offer which lets his loyality change sides... Ao3 / FF.net

Cola Date (in progress) 6/? chapters, pure fluff, DJWifi centric, NonMagic!AU, aged up and new meets: When Alya finds herself on a date with the wrong guy she searches for unconventional help to get her out of this. Luckily, the cute waiter doesn't mind to help her out with a favor. And just as the glass topples over, the date changes into a completely different direction. A direction she can definitely live with, Alya decides. Ao3 / FF.net

Breeze (#breeze) (finished) 54/54 chapters, Lovesquare and DJWifi, mature topics, slightly aged-up: Marinette sobbed into her hands as she recalled Chloé’s hurtful words, each and every one of them. “You’re nothing! You’re not even worth yourself, much less your so-called friends! Don’t you see they just hang out with you because they pity you?! You’re worth the dirt under my feet, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And you have no right to speak to me like that, you pathetic little brat. You don’t even have the right to speak to anyone! Just keep your stupid thoughts and ideas to yourself because nobody wants to hear them!” After a big fight with Chloé, Marinette finds herself sobbing on her bed. The words hit her deep down. And before she knows it a dark Akuma comes fluttering in, ready to introduce her to Hawkmoth... Ao3 / FF.net

Wind (#wind) (in progress)

5/? chapters, Lovesquare and DJWifi, mature topics, slightly aged-up: After the fight against Hawkmoth - which ended completely not as planned - Marinette begins the way of healing. It's still a long path but her friends and family are on her side the entire way. Slowly, she finds back to her old self and despite a few backlashes, manages to get back onto her feet. Now that Ladybug is back she gets back to a balanced life, which is especially needed as finals come closer. Though, the evil does not sleep and so, Master Fu chooses anew... Ao3 / FF.net

Tumblr Prompts:

Comic prompt suggestion from @shinrei261

DJWifi kiss on @orangebunnit‘s comic

Make-up Alya on @orangebunnit‘s doodles

ML Kittens!AU for @qookyquiche Part 1 / Part 2

DJWifi birthday gift for @tides-miraculous

Headcanons:

Miraculous class headcanons

DJ Carapace Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Art (#freckles draws)

Unrelated drawings:

Kart gift (gift sketch) Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

Self portrait (WiP) Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

@orangebunnit’s birthday gift Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Miraculous Ladybug fanart:

Sketches:

Harry Potter!AU (traditional art) Tumblr

Zorro!AU Tumblr

Miss Fortune Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

DJWifi morning cuddles Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

All Time Low Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

“M’lady!” Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

ML Kittens!AU Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Full drawings:

Ladybug portrait (gift) Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Fresh dad Nino (first finished digital) Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

"Close your eyes, Alya” Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Meet the Artist Tumblr / DeviantArt

Meet the Artist portrait Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

No more fear Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Stargazing Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

New haircut Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Selfie Nino Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

Nino in a suit Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram

SwappedMiraculous!AU Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Dragon!Alya Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Yarn troubles Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

DJ Carapace Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Racer!Nino Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Racer!Alya Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Racer!Adrien Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Racer!Mari Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Luka Couffaine Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Adrien Agreste Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Waiting for you Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Collabs:

“Nino, don’t!!!“ - with @orangebunnit Tumblr / DeviantArt / Instagram / Twitter

Nino Lahiffe - with @lily-codie19 Tumblr

Feel free to send me an art prompt! You can choose from this expression or this otp couples challenge or just anything you’d like!

Photography (#freckles photos)

Space:

Moon by night:

1 / 2 / 3

Moon by day:

1 / 2 / 3

Moon comparison day and night

Stars:

1 / 2

Sunset:

1 / 2

Other:

Zoom:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Winter nature:

1 / 2

My beautiful dog

Nymphenburg castle in munich

Birbs:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Fireworks:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Feel free to send me a prompt! Own list, reblogged list or anything you’d like!

Wanna buy me a coffee?

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pqrachel · 2 years ago

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I posted 165 times in 2022

That's 83 more posts than 2021!

162 posts created (98%)

3 posts reblogged (2%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@purrlstar

@sweetpeauserboxes

@codiferus

I tagged 163 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#digital - 82 posts

#fullcolor - 35 posts

#screenshots - 29 posts

#blanksford - 28 posts

#4if - 26 posts

#justsometext - 25 posts

#traditional - 21 posts

#pokemon - 19 posts

#colostle - 19 posts

#life is strange - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 49 characters

#yesiknowthisisnt10butiwannakeepitinthattaganyways

My Top Posts in 2022:

This was originally gonna be a part of a #SixFanarts challenge where I draw 6 characters I’ve never drawn before but I didn’t like that I completely copied the poses of all the characters I chose, and I want to be more original when I do that challenge because I think it’s really cool ...and I need practice doing original compositions anyways. (I even color picked directly from the game and oh my gosh what even is color theory, like why is his skin purple here?)

But yeah here’s Cove from “Our Life: Beginnings and Always!”

Definitely my favorite visual novel. I chose this scene because even though it’s the very first scene with Cove it’s still one of my favorites. I’ve been a neurodivergent kid out on a hill in my neighborhood just like this and I resonated so hard with Cove from the very beginning.

I never talked about the game on the blog because I went to make a post about it after my original playthrough and it ended up being a huge rambly mess. Then when all the DLC came out I replayed it again and got to marry Cove and it was perfect and went to post about it again, and that one was even longer somehow. So just know I super love Our Life and I’m very excited for the sequel.

Though I probably won’t be playing the Our Life 1 non-Cove DLC content when it comes out because I love Seaweed Babe too much. Like you give me this entire super fulfilling life with Cove and I get to marry him at the end, then you expect me to play through it again, see the precious lad, and not get swept back up into loving him all over again, like how?

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Birb

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As a part of my continued effort to be a video game character, I quickly dove into Monster Prom’s modtools and made a quick event where you can say hi to me in the cafeteria. It’s nothing much but I still enjoyed making it and being in-universe.

Here’s the link in case anyone wants to say hi.

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I’ve really enjoyed the SandD tier content started by lighthouseraiders on TikTok. I’ve been kind of busy doing animations and the Colostle journal stuff so I didn’t finish these but I still really enjoyed making it.

Huge thanks to jdstorm and nerdicorn_the_shipper (also on TikTok), their SandDtier cosplays were the main inspirations I used for these sketches.

I really would’ve liked to do more with them but maybe later I guess.

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My #1 post of 2022

I’m taking a bit of a break from ArtFight to do a quick drawing challenge for @lif3-0n-m4rs. I saw the post and really liked both the drawing and the character so I decided to give it a go. I had a lot of fun with it!

Original Post: https://lif3-0n-m4rs.tumblr.com/post/690218739345571840/

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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jeremyknox · 7 years ago

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i was tagged in 3 tag games in the last day or so and instead of making 3 separate posts in which i tag much of the same people, i decided to consolidate. i love you all who tagged me.

uh....idk if i have anyone to tag? you guys kind of covered everyone i WOULD tag. i guess @flowerparrish, @colormekorrasami, @jordanetalaredead, @megayest, @twin-ace, @lakesandquarries, @peachy-shrimp, and @hotdamnlookatthispan.... if any of these look interesting, you should totally do them!

okay everything under the cuuuuut

tag game number one: tagged by the sweetest human, @carrie-frances

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? this is a tough one? currently i’ve been singing You by Keaton Henson a lot and also Ophelia by The Lumineers. Let Her Go by Passenger is another goodie for singing lately. Oh and Lost Boy!!!! by Ruth B.

what’s your favourite flower/tree/plant? I love nature wow. My favorite tree is definitely a Weeping Cherry Tree or Willow. My favorite flowers are sunflowers and roses! Plants in general, I just really love cacti? It’s a product of having family I adore in Arizona haha

what do you always doodle? hm... cats, mostly

how do you take your tea/coffee? With plenty of splenda and some milk

favourite candle scent? Vanilla, mostly. just sweet things

what perfume do you wear? body sprays from bath and bodyworks, usually vanilla or peach

what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? i have zero clue haha

favourite quote? i don’t know off of the top of my head! perhaps the one i have tattooed, from star wars. “luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.”

favourite self care routine? putting on good smelling lotions. reading a book. snuggling oliver. calling someone i love.

fuzzy socks or house slippers? both! but mostly fuzzy socks

what colour are your eyes? just plain ole brown

what’s your favourite eye colour on others? idk? i think blue or green but i adore brown eyes on everyone

favourite season? why? autumn, i like the colors and the clothes and the smells

cheek, neck or nose kisses? cheek! but the real MVP are forehead ones

what does your happy place look like? the beach but without all the people. or a quiet forest with light filtering in

favourite breed of dog? i’ve always loved boxers the most, and cavaliers

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme? yes, i think i do? i don’t know what colors, it’s always changing. i think it depends on the person i’m with because their input would matter. i’d want the colors to be whatever colors they think of when they see me and vice versa

cursive or print? it’s a solid mix but mostly print

favourite weather? raining and warm, but not thundering

tag game number two: tagged by the amazing @dancyon

— What was your last…

1. Drink: iced tea

2. Phone call: my aunt calling with some hard news

3. Text message: my aunt with an update

4. Song you listened to: love me by the 1975

5. Time you cried: yesterday and i’m gonna cry later today @ love, simon

6. Dated someone twice: yeah

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: for sure

8. Been cheated on: by two different people, apparently im easy to cheat on

9. Lost someone special: sadly, i’ve lost a few

10. Been depressed: lmao got that good good depression goblin

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: god yeah whoops sorry friends

— Fave colours

12. purple (any shade really)

13. blue (any shade really)

14. soft yellow

— in the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: ahhhh!!!! yes i have ♥

16. Fallen out of love: hhhhhhhhhh

17. Laughed until you cried: probably

18. Found out someone was talking about you: oh yeah

19. Met someone who changed you: yeah, in more ways than one

20. Found out who your friends are: idk???? kinda yeah

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: uh i think i have my ex still

— General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: majority

23. Do you have any pets: my boy @ollycat and then my dogs and cats @ my parents house

24. Do you want to change your name: i actually did but now i’m back to my birthname bc being NB is one big ???? of what do i want

25. What did you do for your last birthday: oh shit well w my friends i got drunk on rum, dressed up like a pirate, and played d&d. and then fam was the usual cheesecake factory adventure

26. What time did you wake up today: uh around 8 something officially?

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i think i fell asleep before midnight? if not i was watching Critical Role

28. What is something you can’t wait for: my next tattoo!!

30. What are you listening to right now: just the sounds of my grandparents house

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have an ex named Tom and a Grandpa named Tom

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: just like....everything about this breakup and stuff i guess

33. Most visited website: god uh...tumblr and twitter????

34. Hair colour: naturally a dark brown with some reddish in it. it’s currently died as close as possible to that

35. Long or short hair: medium?

36. Do you have a crush on someone: no currently i’m avoiding all romance like the fucking PLAGUE

37. What do you like about yourself: i’m pretty tenacious

38. Want any piercings: nah, i’m more the tattoo type

39. Blood type: ..............why

40. Nicknames: bird, birb, kbird, kbirb, broseidon

41. Relationship status: single

42. Sign: aries

43. Pronouns: they/them

44. Fave tv show: on air right now it’s b99 and the good place. in general, buffy and gilmore girls

45. Tattoos: i currently have 6 and i want sooooo many more

46. Right or left handed: left!!!!

47: Ever had surgery: tonsils and stomach yeah

48. Piercings: none

49. Sport: none currently but football (soccer) will always have my heart

50. Vacation: currently in arizona!! i’ve been all over though, i miss mexico a lot

51. Trainers: what does this....mean....like.....shoes???????

— More general

52. Eating: currently nothing?

53. Drinking: iced tea currently

54. I’m about to watch: LOVE, SIMON AGAIN BITCH!!!!!!!

55. Waiting for: life to feel right

56. Want: a nap, like always

57. Get married: okay your answer of “if i get past my commitment issues and find someone that loves me, sure” was fucking perfect

58. Career: teacher!

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: hugs

60. Lips or eyes: eyes

61. Shorter or taller: taller

62. Older or younger: older

63. Nice arms or stomach: arms

64. Hookup or relationships: relationship

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: nope

67. Drank hard liquor: hell yeah

68.Turned someone down: in high school yeah. and like once in college

69. Sex on first date: ........im an ace baby

70: Broken someone’s heart: supposedly

71. Had your heart broken: mhmmmm

72. Been arrested: nah, just brought home by cops

73. Cried when someone died: yeah, i cry at everything but especially death

74. Fallen for a friend: ..........only friends tbh

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: trying to? cullen says my heart’s vibranium

76. Miracles: some days i do

77. Love at first sight: probably not, i used to though

78. Santa Claus: not anymore

79. Angels: i’d like to

— Misc

80. Eye colour: brown!

81. Best friends name: i mean..... jenny, ellie, michelle, and cullen? plus like max and jor, of course

82. Favourite movie: i guess the princess bride is the Most Favorite of All

83. Favourite actor: my MAIN MAN, hugh jackman

84. Favourite cartoon: danny phantom right now

85. Favourite teacher’s name: in HS it was mrs haley and in college it was dr trainor....grad school so far it’s been jen lynady

final tag game: tagged by the cutest, @blurredmxnds

bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory (lmao about some things???)

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year (on and off)

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have at least 15 CDs (somewhere in my things)

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now (i JUST ended my thing w this)

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone (just a toe)

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

#tag games #was uscjean #about the blogger

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Feynite you amazing and wonderful cinnamon roll... I can't get to the NSFW sharkbait post :( both links just redirect back to the same page. Permalink isn't even working. Knowing my favorite OC couple ever is doing smutty things that I can't read is making me look like grumpy brooding birb. Help me favorite author, you're my only hope!

Sorry for the delay, Anon! I copy and pasted the fill below, hopefully it will work this way. If not you might have to give me different contact info so I can send it to you by some other means. I’m still getting stuff sorted out so the blog is on semi-hiatus as I work on making new master posts, side blogs, and experiment with themes until I find one that does what I want it to.

(And to everyone on the whole I have lots of pending asks and I see all the awesome stuff you guys have been doing, but I’m saving it for when this is all done because I’m trying to organize what’s already on the new blog, so I’m posting new stuff at a bare minimum right now. Thanks for being patient! And sorry for the issues! <3)

Uthvir is strong.

Thenvunin knows it. He does not typically forget it. After all, it is part of how they so routinely over-power him. But he is still bigger than they are, and especially on the mortal plane, these things can be a factor, and, well…

He swallows, as Uthvir lifts him. As they grin, all sharp teeth and shrewd eyes, and pin him against the wall.

“Well well, what a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to come back so soon,” they purr.

Thenvunin shudders.

“I was answering a prayer,” he insists, because he was. But there is no petitioner here. Though he was absolutely certain he heard the call, while he was in the midst of… experimenting, with blending in. Trying on some clothes. For research purposes. Certainly not because of any particular interest in unfitting, subpar materials, and their garish, bright colours, and their inappropriate access points for grasping demon hands.

Uthvir’s grip is still wedged into the ‘back pockets’ of the ‘jeans’ he had been trying on, when the call had reached him. A trick, of course.

They raise an eyebrow at him.

“A prayer? Really? And is there some imaginary petitioner hiding in my bathroom?” they ask.

Thenvunin frowns.

“Obviously, you have tricked me here,” he says, lifting his chin. Uthvir’s gaze drifts to his neck, though, and he shivers – shudders – as they press closer. Grinding their hips against him, in a base, lewd act that nevertheless has him straining within the confines of his jeans. Oh, that is a definite downside to this clothing, he thinks. A robe never confined him so. He braces the tips of his feet against the back wall of Uthvir’s hallway, and braces himself for assault.

“I am very tricky, I suppose,” they murmur, before pressing their lips against the side of his neck.

He is expecting the bite. The heat of their breath, and the prickling of their teeth. His wings are still far away, but he still feels them twitch, a little. His blood surging and tingling as Uthvir’s peculiar aura wreaks havoc on his holy personage. It is a force of effort to make certain he keeps his aura hidden. But he would not wish to reveal it, and risk drawing too much attention. Even here. And, he reminds himself, it is a good thing to distract Uthvir. Keep them busy. Whatever the cost to himself, sacrifice is in the nature of angels.

He is so focused on making certain his hidden wings do not betray him, that when Uthvir’s tongue presses against his skin, a gasp escapes his lips.

They pause.

And then they grind their hips against him once more, firmly enough that he can feel their own growing arousal. The contact is electric, like-but-unlike their couplings in the other planes. There is an immediacy to it that is different, though. The way some things here tend to be. Scents, sights… sensations. Thenvunin bites his lip to keep from making another sound, and Uthvir bites into his collarbone, wicked and unrepentant.

“What do you say, babe?” they whisper. “Should I fuck you against the wall, or carry you off to my inner sanctum?”

Thenvunin huffs, a little shakily.

“As if my input will have any say in it,” he retorts.

Uthvir’s lips press against their second bite mark. A mockery of sweetness. Thenvunin knows how lust works – even angels can turn harsh with it. Unable to resist their wilder impulses, incapable of care or concern once they are overcome. Demons, obviously, could never fare better, though… though Uthvir beguiles better than most.

He swallows, as they work their mouth gently across his tingling skin.

“Want me to let you go?” they ask.

Thenvunin feels an inexplicable rush of frustration. Of course he does. Certainly, he does not seek out these – these ravishments for their own sake. But he is committed to his task, and anyway, Uthvir would hardly just let him leave. Not without twisting everything to some nefarious purpose later on, if nothing else.

“I want you to get on with it!” he snaps, and decides is frustration is owed to Uthvir’s needless games, and attempts to draw some humiliating admission or other from him.

Their mouth moves up to the side of his neck.

His pants are beginning to feel almost dangerously restrictive, and the press of their cock through the thick material, right up against his own, is very distracting.

“You’re the one who made the booty call, babe,” Uthvir tells him, with a low chuckle that seems to sink right through his skin.

His hands tighten on their shoulders, and the ridiculous garments they’re wearing.

“I was answering a prayer!” he insists.

“From who?” Uthvir counters, pulling back just enough to catch his gaze. Their lips are a little flushed, and their hair looks a bit softer than usual. Thenvunin swallows. It is never enough that he submits to their attentions, it seems; they are always asking him things, and stopping, and trying to get him to make noises, to look at their eyes, to humiliate himself. A demon’s hungers are certainly the most perverse. The angels Thenvunin courted were much more willing to let him simply lay back and fulfill his obligations, even they complained about it at times.

Still. Thenvunin is not obliged to debase himself, just because he is being debased.

“You tricked me,” he insists, as their grip on him shifts; hands moving from his backside to loop underneath his thighs. Uthvir pulls him away from the wall, and he stifles a gasp as his weight shifts, pressing him against them differently. He holds on – strictly for balance – as they turn and begin carting him through a nearby doorway.

“If you say so,” they tell him, easy in their stride, and their smirks. They cannot possibly see past Thenvunin, but they manage to navigate the room well enough anyway. Wisps of shadows follow them in, and the red in their eyes gleams a little, as they deposit him onto the duvet of a neatly-made bed. He topples backwards, his hair spilling across the pillows, and an unintended shaft of light skitters out from his aura. Only enough to make the blankets beneath him shimmer, for a moment.

Uthvir’s gaze rakes over him. Pointed enough that he can almost feel it; like the press of their claws, whenever they draw their touch over his bared skin. The accursed jeans suffocate him.

“What an angel you are,” they purr.

Thenvunin’s cheeks heat further. As do other places.

More frustration, of course.

“Do your worst,” he challenges, and regrets it as soon as the words are past his lips. Uthvir’s smirk widens, showing off the full effect of their teeth, as they lift a hand and snap their fingers. Thenvunin’s heart speeds up, his breath escaping him all in a rush as a dozen dark tendrils curl up from beneath the bed, and wrap around his skin. Binding him against the sheets, encircling his wrists and ankles, spreading his legs wide and caressing very pointedly against the side of his jaw.

“Happy to oblige,” Uthvir tells him. “What’s the word?”

Them and their damnable words.

“…Starling,” Thenvunin mutters, trying not to squirm. He is dignified, he reminds himself. An angel of the highest order. It does not matter how uncomfortable his pants are, he will endeavour to live up to his reputation, no matter what is inflicted on him.

Uthvir trails a hand down his chest. Down and down, as they devour him with their gaze, until their fingers come to rest at the fly of his pants. He wants them to unbutton it, to free him – only because of the discomfort. He glances at their nails, focusing again on containing his angelic presence. They have shredded enough clothing with those claws. He will not request that they use them, absolutely not, it’s not as if he enjoys having the fabric torn from his skin in a frenzy of aggressive desire.

He’s only watching their claws because he knows what they can do with them.

They flex their hand, and there is something infuriatingly knowing about the look they give him, before they slide a hand down his thigh.

And then they snap their fingers again, and Thenvunin blinks as he finds himself rolled over. Uthvir’s wicked restraints moving him about, pressing him face-down against the blankets instead. He swallows as his knees are bent, the vulnerability of the position not lost on him as Uthvir trails their hand across him again – this time down his back. Tracing a few almost-idle patterns, their warmth close enough to feel, even where they aren’t touching him.

Thenvunin bites his lip. The blankets are soft against his cheek, but the restraints keep him from supporting himself. Hold him tight enough that movement isn’t really much of an option.

Uthvir brushes some of his hair away from his back. Sends it tumbling over the nearby pillows, and then starts tracing patterns over him again. Idly outlining the… the base of where his wings would be.

He swallows as the sensitive skin tingles, and he has to struggle to keep his wings from manifesting. A memory of their fingers, pressing between his feathers, drifts up to him. His cock throbs.

“Uthvir!” he finally protests.

The breath has barely left him before their hands come down, and their claws tear through the sturdy material of his jeans. Ripping off the pockets they had slipped their grip into, and reducing the seat of his pants to tatters, as the fabric pulls just hard enough to sting in places. And hard enough to press even more firmly against the front of his crotch. He struggles to retain composure, as Uthvir traces their touch over him yet again, their fingers moving from tattered denim to the exposed skin of his backside. And then drag their claws through the material at his thighs, hard enough that he can feel the red marks they must be leaving behind. The fabric loosens enough that he gains some relief at his crotch –though, not enough to free him.

And the pants will be ruined, now.

“Uthvir, I did not bring any other clothes,” he protests.

They chuckle, and give his backside a firm pat.

“I’ll loan you something,” they say.

At which Thenvunin feels the mattress shift, and hears them lean back. Rustling around with something, as the dark bindings on him pulse, just faintly. They shift over his skin. Not relinquishing their hold, but moving just enough to tease; to caress in places, that leave him tingling. He hears a cap open with a ‘pop’, and is about to ask what Uthvir thinks they are doing when their touch returns – slick, and cool, and spreading something over his skin. Through the tattered fabric.

“What do you think, babe? Shall we get right to the main event, or would you like me to suck you off first?” they ask. “Might help you relax a little…”

The lubricant warms as they spread it towards the cleft of his ass. He can feel their nails receding, their touch going careful. Beguiling, he reminds himself. Making lewd demands, asking for humiliating concessions. It is a game, and that is why they do not…

…Why they are careful, with him. Sometimes. In ways that others have not been, in the past.

“I want nothing of the sort!” he insists.

Uthvir leans over his back. Their jacket feels strange against his bared skin. The zipper is too cold, the leather is too smooth. They brush some of his hair aside, with the hand that isn’t wandering further south.

“No?” they ask, lowly, and with a certain growl in their tone. “Maybe you would prefer my mouth on-”

They stiffen.

All at once, in fact. Going absolutely rigid, and halting mid-sentence. It is strange enough that Thenvunin feels a twinge of concern, and turns his head towards them. Breaking his usual rule of trying not to look. But he’s barely turned his head when he feels the air shift all around him. Uthvir’s weight vanishes. The feel of their clothes at his skin, their hand toying with him, both go, too. The restraints keeping him in place abruptly let him go, and Thenvunin topples to the mattress, off-balance and surprised.

For a few seconds, he just lies in a startled heap; blinking past the hair that has fallen over his vision.

Then he pushes himself upwards, and looks around. Bewildered, at first, as he realizes that Uthvir has just… gone. He can feel traces of them having been here a moment ago, of course, though, and as he reclaims his wits, he realizes what must have happened. They have gone spiralling through the astral planes. Moving quickly; someone must have summoned them.

All Thenvunin’s distractions cannot do much if a mortal calls Uthvir to them.

That is surely the source of his profound annoyance and disappointment at the moment. The irritation is potent, and his frustration comes racing back. Vibrant enough that his wings flick back into existence, cutting the mortal trappings around him with blinding light that scars a nearby wall, knocks over one of the bedside tables. Thenvunin’s arousal is potent, his backside is slick, and his skin is still tingling. He sits. Rigid, and viscerally displeased with this turn of events.

He will have to wait, he supposes. If nothing else, he should find out what Uthvir has been up to. He cannot follow their trail, not with their head start and not with his… disarray.

Hopefully the mortal does not make a deal. Perhaps they will simply be sensibly frightened of Uthvir, and flee. Then Uthvir can come back quickly.

And of course, not make a deal to corrupt any mortals.

Which is Thenvunin’s primary concern.

Absolutely.

…Absolutely.

A minute passes. Then another. Thenvunin folds his hands over his chest, and shifts uncomfortably. His pants are quite obviously destroyed. His face twists, as the oil Uthvir put on him rubs unpleasantly against the tattered material, and the bedspread. It is hardly dignified to sit around in ruined pants, really. At least nudity is artful. Thenvunin had gone into battle in little more than a sheer robe, he hardly needs a pair of decimated mortal jeans.

He gives it another moment, and then gets up and peels them off. Sighing in relief as he is finally freed from the confines. What terrible garments; he’s never wearing the likes of them again, not if he can help it.

But their absence makes his state of arousal all the more clear.

And, really, that is quite undignified too. Thenvunin takes another moment, and glances around the room. Uthvir’s room. Empty of Uthvir, though there are… odd traces of them, here and there. Not as many as Thenvunin has seen in his glimpses of most mortal homes. The closet door is slightly open, and he can see their clothes, though. And the pillows on the bed are scarlet, rich and deep. There is a comb on top of the bedside table that is still standing. A few familiar-looking hairs are caught in it. Next to it is a magazine, with an image of several knives gracing the cover.

Uthvir pinned Thenvunin with a knife once, he recalls. Centuries ago. They didn’t actually stab him, although it was a near miss; the blade sank through his robes, though, pinning him in place as they climbed over him. Dark tendrils spreading outwards from them, and sinking into his wings. Like enmeshed fingers, except, of course, nothing so sweet.

His heartbeat speeds up again, and his cock twitches.

It seems likely, at this point, that the mortal did not simply flee. In which case, they may be gone awhile. And it is undignified to be sitting on a demon’s bed, hopelessly aroused. There is a solution, he supposes… and he is alone…

He gives it a moment more, and then reaches for himself. Closing his hand over the shaft of his cock, and letting his wings flutter a little as he gives himself the stimulus Uthvir has so fiendishly made him crave. Quickly, he thinks. And, well. Memories are tied in with such reactions, of course. It is pure pragmatism to recall the last time Uthvir had their hand on him. Their grip firm, nails still sharp, as they loomed over him. Filthy words pouring from their lips, all of them peculiarly complimentary – but then, that was Uthvir’s way. They were cunning.

Thenvunin strokes himself. Cunning, and fierce, and relentless. Always grasping him, sinking into him. Claiming him. His feathers flutter a little as he tries to mimic their touch. His nails are respectably short, and his hand is larger. And the angle is wrong. Not that he wants Uthvir stroking him instead, it is simply expedient. But he can still manage on his own, focusing on retaining his reaction so that he does not do any more damage to the room, and letting his breaths grow ragged in the meanwhile as he stokes himself higher and higher, and-

The air shifts. A familiar presence rushing back into the space of it, dark tendrils fanning out like wings.

Thenvunin snatches his hand away from himself, scrambling backwards as pure, mortified dread sinks through him, and manifests in a burst of unnameable panic. His wings sweep forward and his leg kicks awkwardly outwards, and with a sound that is most definitely not a panicked squawk, he falls off the bed and smacks against the floor.

There is a moment of poignant silence.

Then the distinctive tap of footsteps. Thenvunin finds himself momentarily to overcome with humiliation to move.

Uthvir walks around the other side of the bed, and peers down at him.

“Did I startle you?” they ask, and there is definite amusement in their voice.

“No!” Thenvunin insists, even though that is not actually something he should be denying. He looks up at them, ready to disclaim any and all untoward activities, and assure them that his hand was most certainly not anywhere they might have momentarily thought it was, at a glimpse, when they first came into the room.

And then he sees the gash on their cheek, and his brow furrows.

“You are bleeding,” he notes, getting to his feet. “What did you do?”

One of Uthvir’s hands moves up towards their cheek, but they stop midway, and then shrug. Thenvunin gives it a second. But the gash doesn’t close. It isn’t actively bleeding, at least, there are no rivulets racing morbidly down Uthvir’s cheek. But Thenvunin has seen them in fights plenty of times. Healing such a wound should be no problem for them.

“Why are you not closing it?” he demands.

Uthvir raises an eyebrow, and shrugs again.

“Hardly your business, is it?” they counter. “Perhaps it was part of my dealings. I do apologize for the interruption, by the way. Though it seems you carried on well enough without me.”

They smirk, and Thenvunin all at once recollects his situation, and goes rigid. His cock is still flush, his flesh still heated; Uthvir’s gaze drifts pointedly towards it, and his throat goes dry, and he feels at once excited and a little sick.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he insists.

They move closer, and slide a hand over his hip.

“No?” they ask. “It was such a pretty sight, for all of the half a second I caught it. Were you thinking of me, while you touched yourself?”

“Certainly not!” Thenvunin snaps, and then flusters. “Not that I was touching myself! If I was it was only to – I was only rearranging my person, after you set me so horribly askew! I was most certainly not touching myself, my libido is by no means demonic, thank you very much. Such activities would be far too…”

He trails off, then, as the cut on Uthvir’s face finally begins to close.

So they… they were trying to heal it? It only took a while, it seems. Longer than it should have. Their hand slips around to his backside, but Thenvunin finds himself staring as the red mark is reduced back down to nothing.

“What is wrong with you?” he demands.

“According to you, a great many things,” Uthvir blithely replies. There is just the faintest hint of strain at the corner of their eyes.

Thenvunin folds his arms, stalling them from moving any closer.

“Obviously! But why did you take so long to heal?”

The question has Uthvir’s lips twitching downwards, briefly.

“Didn’t I say it wasn’t your business? Maybe I was just too overcome with lust to bother,” they tell him. And he might believe that, except that they alwaysbother. Wounds are not a laughing matter to Uthvir, even considering how eager they are to inflict all manner of scratches and bites on his person. Thenvunin wavers, caught by a queer uncertainty, and Uthvir’s gaze drifts off towards his wings. Which have flared up, and knocked over the other beside table.

“Put them away, babe. There’s no danger here,” they tell him.

Thenvunin sniffs.

“That is preposterous. You are here,” he points out. But after a second, he does push them back again. They are conspicuous, and while it takes concentration to set them aside, it also takes power to keep manifesting them on the mortal plane, too. And he has found too few sources of true faith to spend his strength carelessly.

One of Uthvir’s hands caresses his folded arms.

“Now,” they say. “Where were we…?”

Thenvunin opens his mouth to answer, but before he can, they slip a foot behind his, and push him backwards; and he tumbles unceremoniously onto the bed again. His heart leaping, pulse racing, as Uthvir looms over him, and summons up the tendrils to bind him again. It does not take much for his thoughts to get lost once more, as they seem content to leave him lying face up again, and bite their way down his body.

But even after they have ravished him and taken him, left him spent and exhausted in amongst their blankets, he finds himself thinking about it. A wound to the face can be accidental, or the result of a fight – but sometimes it is a statement, too. A reprimand, of sorts.

Who could reprimand Uthvir, though?

And why?

#citrus #sharkbait #anonymous

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