#its been a while since i drew something...

[zae-heeyyy]

Amenable

Summary: Arthur teaches you a lesson. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,251 Tags: smut, soft kink, dom Arthur, doggy style Warnings: 18+ MDNI

An: A request fulfilment for anon that's been in the drafts since March lol. Dropping freak shit today, getting married tomorrow 🤪✌🏾

Amenable: readily yielding, submitting, or cooperating

Earlier in the evening, you’d emerged from the double doors of Shady Belle glowing like an emerald shining through rock. Arthur had briefly debated canceling the night he’d planned all together to free you from the confines of that green silk and have his way with you. 

Hours later, a one-dollar shot of whiskey mocked him as he sat wondering how the hell he’d become the fifth wagon wheel on his own date. Though, with you looking like that, there was no wonder why Hubert had settled in so comfortably beside you. The man soaking up your attention was everything Arthur hated about Saint Denis: overly shined expensive shoes, perfectly pressed and fitted suits, and the pungent stench of arrogance. Even at his most polished, Arthur knew he could never compete. 

Self-hatred and doubt nagged at him constantly. Somehow, somebody like you had let him court you, make love to you and claim you as his. One day, you’d see the light, and he’d lose the best thing that ever happened to him—he just knew it. 

He knew it that evening when he’d combed his hair back with pomade, when he changed into a tuxedo, and when he adjusted his bow tie in the mirror. Dressing up felt like wearing someone else’s skin—just wrong, but he’d do what it took to keep you, and all he ever wanted was to keep being wanted by you.

And now, from his side of the bar, he felt completely invisible. The cowboy’s knuckles itched with the urge to pound into Hubert’s ribs, but he hammered them into the wood instead, beckoning another shot of whisky to satiate his pang for violence. So far, he’d kept a lid on his temper, but when he caught the image of your gloved hand snaking up the inside Hubert’s coat from the corner of his eye, he’d had enough. 

His whisky glass crashed like thunder against the bartop, drawing your attention away from the other man. You didn’t get a second to process before Arthur was spitting venom from his chops.

“You don’t got yer own woman to hold up, feller?”

Hubert’s features tangled with confusion—only for a moment—before he doused Arthur’s blaze with cooling water. 

“No, sir. Was hoping I’d find her tonight.” 

He couldn’t have responded any worse. 

“Then how ’bout you fuck off, and go look for’er somewhere else?”

The refined man held Arthur’s gaze for a few seconds before excusing himself from the bar. 

“Have a good night, miss. Good luck with your—” his words hung as he looked over your shoulder at Arthur, postered like a rooster puffing his feathers. He decided to say nothing and nodded at you before disappearing to the second floor of the Bastille with the gold pocket watch you were eyeing still attached to its chain.

You forced air through your nose and shot back the rest of your own whisky, trying to drown your frustration. Arthur could feel your eyes on him, disapproving and judging.

“What?” he drew out, playing dumb as ever.

“He was my mark, you jealous fool!”

“Yeah, well—” he waved dismissively and stared down into his empty glass.

“You’ll only prove people right—snapping like a damn dog. I ain’t your bone to guard. Keep on that way and folks’ll see you exactly how you see yourself.”

He heard you—sure—but he wasn’t listening. 

” You finished? I left my ma’ in the grave, and I ain’t lookin’ for somebody else to stand in for’er.”

“Yeah, you’ll have her rolling in it going on that way.” 

Without saying anything else, Arthur stormed off. You were quick on his heels as he made his way up the stairs and into his rented room. You followed him in, slamming the door shut behind you. The cowboy pouted while you continued scolding him.

“Grown men don’t throw tantrums when they hear something they don’t like, Arthur!”

“Tantrums?” He repeated incredulously. “You ain’t seen a tantrum, yet.” 

The whites of your eyes multiplied in size as he stalked toward you, a lion about to pounce on his prey. A calloused thumb and index finger dug firm into the bone of your jaw as he forced you back against the door, pinning you to it with his leg between your thighs. Though he spoke through clenched teeth, you could swear you saw the corner of his mouth turn up for a fraction of a second. 

“You thought I was just gonna tuck my tail while you was feelin’ up on some dandy right in front of me?”

Hot puffs of air burst from his nostrils as he searched you for something—some kind of answer—some kind of reassurance, but you only stared at each other, frozen like prehistoric creatures forever fossilized under icy pride.

Until those two pools of electric blue flame drifted to your lips, melting the glacier. They settled there for a long while, then roamed upward and stopped on yours, scalding still but asking despite his anger because all he wanted was for you to say yes—to always choose him. 

You were a block of stone as if you’d gazed upon Medusa herself, but he felt something—a subtle shift of your hips, a hot dampness in your center, and friction: you giving into him. 

He felt like an animal, being so possessive over you, but you were his, and the thought of somebody else sweeping you away felt like an anvil crushing down on his chest. He didn’t know how to voice that and wouldn’t even if he could, so he settled on a language he knew you’d understand. 

As rough knuckles raked down your neck, he adjusted his knee ever so slightly, giving you more of the friction you silently craved. You tried to rock your against him, but a firm hand on your hip held you in place. Spores of goosebumps ran down your arms as his lips brushed against your ear.

“Next time, instead of rilin’ me up like that, just ask for whatchu want, alright?” He removed the pressure of his body from you, stepping back and twirling his finger in command. “Turn around.”

Obeying, you turned, and the desperate sound that escaped you made his dick twitch in his pants. It took him no time to hike your dress up around your waist and expose your bloomer-clad thighs. In an attempt to stifle a moan, you curled your lips inward as he snaked a hand between your thighs.

“This here?” he cupped your vulva through the fabric, “Mine. Mark or not, don’t even give a bastard the idea that this-–” the tips of his fingers moved in slow circles just on top of the most sensitive part of your anatomy. “—is up for grabs.”

You nod once, small, and suffer another failed attempt at pleasuring yourself against him, whining as he robbed your clit of that sweet pressure. Arthur sneered and huffed as he slipped his fingers under the knot of the bowtie resting snugly on his neck. 

“Damn thing’s been irritatin’ me all night.” 

In a couple of seconds, he undid the cloth accessory. You were so distracted by the ache between your thighs that you didn’t notice him winding the line of white silk around his fingers. You stared down at the wooden planks on the floor as he all but monologued behind you.

“A man plans a nice night for his woman, puts on a damn suit and tie, and how does she thank 

him? By tryin’ to emasculate him? You wanna be treated like a princess? Like a queen? I ain’t a historian, but what I know about queens—” he cupped your cheek, beckoning you to connect with his eyes full of mischief, “—is that they sit pretty, and let the men do the talkin’.” 

His thumb on his free hand pushed through your lips, and he pumped it in and out, groaning at the sight, relishing in how it reminded him of those times you were on your knees doing the same to his cock. 

Arthur presented the white wad of fabric like an engagement ring, holding it at eye level so you could get a good look. Though he wasn’t down on one knee, he was asking—asking yet again for what he knew you’d let him do. 

He wasn’t even surprised when you didn’t make a fuss. Though he knew he’d be in trouble later, the feeling of his blood rushing to his cock overpowered any guilt he could feel as he stuffed your mouth full of the cloth.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then planted a kiss on top of your head. 

His pants and your bloomers hit the floor faster than either of you could think, and he guided you into an arch as you braced for what he was about to give you. Your blood ran cold in the best way as he rubbed the blunt tip of his cock at your slit. 

“Sh—shit.” He gasped as he pushed forward until he couldn’t anymore and adjusted his feet so he didn’t topple over from the sheer ecstasy of your grasp. You’d never not love the fullness and the stretch of him carving his place within you. For a few minutes, you let him make love to you, controlled and steady, but after all of the build-up, it wasn’t enough. 

You steadied yourself, spreading your feet wider apart and readjusting your hands on the door. Then you took the reins, fucking yourself backward on his cock, finally able to use him like you’d tried all night long. Arthur watched himself appear and disappear between you, eyes hazy and glossed over with pure ecstasy. His speech came out slurred, and he lost himself in you.

“That’s it, darling, that’s it. See? Coulda’ had you bent over an hour ago if you woulda just asked.” 

You muffle something he doesn’t catch through the gag, but he sinks his thumbs in the divots of your back and flattens both of you against the door. Your strangled moans almost lull him to the finish line, and he slows, damn near pulling out—only to rub your clit with a vigor that causes you to nearly suck him right back in.

“Now,” he huffed, pumping himself in and out slowly but keeping his pace on your clit steady. “Before you go squeezin’ the life out of me and gettin’ yourself off, I need you to tell you something. You listenin’?”

You nodded vigorously, grinding in time with his fingers.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen… I’m gonna fill you up, then you’re gonna go out there with me drippin down your legs and rob that bastard clean. Can you do that fer me?”

Your vocal cords scream, “Yes, Arthur!” But to his amusement and your dismay, it comes out illegible. He half laughs and half moans as he teases you.

“Didn’t—Mmph—Didn’t catch that sweetheart.”

You whine something fierce and squeeze your eyes closed, ready to let the waves of pleasure wash over you. He keeps circling, keeps trusting, and finally pries the bowtie out of your mouth. 

“Now, whaddya’ say, darling?”

“Yes, Arthur!” You get out at last, so loud that your voice vibrates the door in front of you. Despite the loud piano music filling the establishment, you were sure anybody outside the room could hear you. Arthur Morgan, that bastard—that’s exactly how he wanted it.

“There you go. C’mon now. Let me have it.” 

And you did, your orgasm exploding through you like a chain of dynamite. He wasn’t long after you, fulfilling his end of the deal by filling you up. 

When it all died down, both of you stood there unmoving until he went soft and pulled out. His hold on you turned into a hug, and your turn to snuggle against his chest. You could hear his heart still racing, and you were proud of yourself for it until you looked up to see him frowning down.

“I–I didn’t mean what I said about—I—I got carried away. I can get somebody to draw you a bath, and I’ll clear it out out there so you don’t feel—”

“Arthur, hush up ‘fore I give you the bowtie.” 

His eyes widened, and his brows crinkled together at the thought; then he chuckled through his nose, relieved to hear the playfulness in your tone. You brush your fingers across his cheek and watch the shame for what he just did dissolve away with your touch, “S’okay, Arthur.

"I didn’t mean to humiliate you like that, I never want to—”

"Arthur,” you repeat sternly. When you’re sure he’s listening, you speak with a tenderness only reserved for him.

“It’s just you I want. It’s just you I’ll ever want. Okay?”

He only inhaled deeply, letting the words settle in his gut. You thought that was the end of the matter, but he redressed and slipped away, mumbling something about needing another drink.  

Your lover came back empty-handed a few minutes later but opened the door wide enough for you to see the vacant foyer. He’d cleared the entire floor, just like he said he would, for you to walk three feet to the bath unaccosted. You sauntered across and looked over your shoulder at Arthur, postured like a soldier outside the door.

“I’ll stand guard.” 

“Don’t worry ’bout that,” you said, grinning.

The twinkle in your eye as you tugged on his sleeve and pulled him inside made him believe—for a little while, anyway—that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

[dimitriblunt]

the more we find out about amphoreus, the more i raise suspicion about anaxa's eidolon names.

more specifically, eidolons 1, 2, 5, and 6.

it wouldn't be incredibly far-fetched either, considering major lore drops regarding the main story have been revealed in characters' eidolons before (aka misha)

so...

anaxa eidolon names analysis post - connecting them to the lore of amphoreus and theorizing anaxa's role

read more under cut! this will be quite a lengthy post, and it deals with some spoilers/leaks (?) (since i'm posting this right before 3.4).

star-concealing moon's magician

as we know, amphoreus is hidden away from the rest of the cosmos - not even akivili could reach it before they had disappeared. the only way we were able to locate it was with the help of black swan, due to multiple presences to that of emanators marking their significance in the garden of recollection's mirror (which is why it drew the garden's attention)

before amphoreus was amphoreus, it was originally an emperor's scepter from the second mechanical emperor war that managed to go undetected, leading it to transform into amphoreus. it's not even a planet, it's merely a transformed doomsday scepter.

what is a scepter? scepters were created by rubert II during the second mechanical emperor war - they imitate nous, the aeon of erudition, meaning they literally have a similar livelihood of an aeon. scepters are said to be as large as planets - the scepter that amphoreus has evolved upon is being used as something akin to an incubator for an unknown lord ravager's birth, explained by herta and screwllum at the end of 3.3. considering lord ravagers are emanators of nanook, this is likely one of the reasons it managed to be detected by the garden's mirror - however, there is multiple presences equal to that of emanators on amphoreus.

scepters cannot question lifeforms, as rubert II's goal was to push ALL beings to being perfect, while pushing them under his control. this is (somewhat) different from rubert I's goal during the first mechanical emperor's war; rubert I's goal was to eliminate all organic lifeforms, as he viewed them as full of errors, leading him to create the anti-organic equation and anti-organic mind virus, which would gain him the recognition of nous themself, making rubert I the 27th member of the genius society.

i highly recommend learning all the mechanical emperor war lore, seeing as it's finally making its relevance through the main story. all simulated universe expansions happen in chronological order; swarm disaster happened first in the timeline, then gold and gears, then unknowable domain. and if you didn't know, nanook is younger than ALL of these events. they ascended to aeonhood from adlivun, a planet that had been affected by the swarm disaster and BOTH mechanical wars caused by rubert I and rubert II - akivili had visited that planet because of the damage it had been dealt from the events mentioned previously.

anaxa is a su variant. there are so many parallels and similarities between them that i wouldn't even be able to fit all the DESIGN similarities with them in separate images due to tumblr dot com's limit. that's not even including their lore/story parallels.

why do i mention this? because we're going back to the second key manhua again. (which focuses on su)

during su and kevin's fight within the seed of sumeru, su activates the first power of the second key, which would sink the bubble universe down into the sea of quanta, effectively sealing away him and kevin for A Long Time.

however, kevin senses that the portal isn't completely open yet, so he readies the judgment of shamash to destroy it before it does.

su, in all his savior complex glory, steps between the tree and kevin, using his own body as an obstacle kevin would have to get through first. he knew full well he was no match for kevin, yet was still willing to give up his life in order for stigma to not be initiated.

right before it hits su, kevin freezes the judgment of shamash - so he wouldn't kill him. (THEY MAKE ME SO INCREDIBLY ILL. you can't deny that they love each other in some way or another..... sorry back on topic now those were my kevsuisms slipping through)

kevin grabs su and throws him out of the bubble universe, so it would only be him sinking into the sea of quanta and not su as well. he had told su to continue with valuka; observing parallel universes.

taking all this into consideration and the fact that this is honkai, it's entirely possible that anaxa had something to do with the concealing of amphoreus - some inverted horizon hsr equivalent.

it's been considered that erudition and remembrance are what is hiding amphoreus from the rest of the cosmos, which can bring us back to the bug theory, leading us to cyrene and anaxa - cyrene who is an elysia variant and anaxa who is a su variant. two people who play major roles alongside kevin in hi3's story; phainon being a kevin variant. (his real name is even khaslana. ((which. i laughed. why is there an H)) you can't deny he's a kevin variant)

amphoreus being an incubator, a simulation in which a new lord ravager emerges from... it always begins with erudition (the undetected scepter) and ends with destruction (lord ravagers), with remembrance looming over head.

su, despite hating sacrifice, IS self-sacrificial. anaxa, too, is SO self-sacrificial.

star concealing moon; if anaxa is the star, and phainon is the sun set to die and the moon set to rise, then the star shields them. a moon at the center, with the stars around them to protect them.

true history's natural person

anaxa is the only one amongst the chrysos heirs with a name based on a real person; anaxagoras, a greek philosopher, who was known to have created the concept of nous.

the rest of the chrysos heirs have names based on/taken inspiration from greek mythology or derived from greek or latin words (e.g. castorice and pollux deriving from the ancient greek deities castor and pollux, aglaea taken from one of the three charities goddesses, cifera being the latin word for cipher)

i find this particularly eyebrow-raising considering the name of this eidolon, the fact that we have nous, the aeon of erudition, the concept of nous being founded by the real-life anaxagoras, and anaxa naming his school "nousporists", along with the fact that erudition itself is intricately linked to amphoreus as one of its three paths.

along with that, we also have the theory that anaxa could possibly be zandar one kuwabara, aka the founder and first member of the genius society and the creator and emanator of nous, the aeon erudition.

zandar founded the cosmos tree theory; in this theory, he proposes that different and various worlds exist within different timelines in space through the imaginary tree. however, only aeons that draw their power from the imaginary and emanators who are blessed by said aeons are able to travel through the branches. through the imaginary tree, these worlds and spaces are connected.

zandar's status is unknown currently - we do not know whether he is alive or deceased. with the anaxa-zandar theory, it's theorized that zandar could have possibly traversed through one of the imaginary tree branches, leading to amphoreus, not knowing it would soon break off of the main body - thus his consciousness either merged with anaxa's or he reincarnated as anaxa, losing all memory of who he was previously... except for nous.

considering anaxa named his school the "nousporists," and while it's very likely, it could do with the concept of nous created by the real-life anaxagoras, since the concpet of nous explains the princples of mind and intellect that set the universe into motion, and nousporism is the study of souls... there is still a possibility of the "nous" part coming from nous, the aeon of erudition, as perhaps he remembered his creation. not to mention the name zandar being of greek origin.

in 3.2, anaxa's entire arc in the story was him uncovering the fundamental cycle system of amphoreus, and how in each cycle, the chrysos heirs of the previous era reincarnate into the titans of the present era. his objective was proven correct with the help of castorice, whom he helped her with her own objective as well.

HOWEVER. unlike any of the other chrysos heirs who we've seen thus far, anaxa is one of the only ones whose lore/backstory is NOT directly explained through the main story. we actually hardly know anything personal about him other than "yeah, he had a sister and mentor who are both now deceased and also really likes dromases."

the way his character stories are written, they're all told in forms of media that are on the verge of being lost or destroyed. and because so many disdain him, there are very few people who have actually come to understand him As Him, and not the fool or blasphemer he's labeled to be.

we didn't even get a glimpse of his sister, unlike with other chrysos heirs like mydei, tribios, or hyacine who we DID see relatives and their stories from in the main quests. his mentor only appeared once or twice in flashbacks as well.

embryo beyond the centrifugal spiral

amphoreus is a giant incubator. a birthing ground.

what is an embryo? the early development stage of a multicellular organism. this stage comes before the fetus.

and what does centrifugal mean? it basically means moving away from the center of something.

embryo beyond the centrifugal spiral. hopefully you already have a hunch as to where im going with this.

first, let's go back to the mechanical emperor war, someone who played a vital part in ending BOTH of the wars: polka kakamond.

she killed both ruberts with just her scalpel, ending both wars and making one of nous' said three prophecies (which have all already happened) come true - the end of rubert I.

polka targets and kills people who are close to the borders of the circle of knowledge; the circle of knowledge is a concept that bases someone's knowledge and likens it to a circle. the greater the knowledge someone has, the bigger the circle is - there exists unknowns beyond this.

polka believes that expanding the circle will eventually lead to the finality when the universe meets its end, thus why she's killed fellow genius society members and gained the name the "lord of silence".

taking the concept of the circle of knowledge, if we were to liken the spiral in anaxa's eidolon name to a circle of knowledge, and anaxa as the embryo - then he's beyond the borders already.

and guess what? we're once again going back to the second key manhua.

at the end of the second key manhua, we see su die physically within the bubble universe, and then end up in a void space with a giant chess board and an unknown voice talking to him.

like i have mentioned multiple times before, anaxa is a su variant.

within anaxa's gameplay animations, his ultimate not only shows us a giant tree (which could possibly be a callback to the seed of sumeru OR a reference to the imaginary tree), but also a blue void-space very similar looking to the one su ended up in.

along with that, his body is practically a void. he has the star shaped blue-void in his chest and a void in where his left eye used to be.

and we know this wasn't always the case with his body, considering he's drawn blood from himself multiple times for his alchemical research and conducted that alchemy experiment in which he removed and sacrificed his left eye to be able to see his sister for one last time. with the new BP lightcone coming in 3.4, we clearly see the blood dripping down his arm as he puts pressure on his eye socket.

anaxa is beyond the circle already, much like how su had discovered that "that place" truly did exist.

all things are within everything

remembrance and erudition, the concept of nous, the study of souls and alchemy. to save a memory inside a lightcone with memoria and the process of alchemy, to anaxa, is to basically tamper with memoria.

another parallel with su, anaxa's e6 looks similar to when su had cradled a leaf to his chest in his last moments - that leaf contained the memories of him and kevin in their high school days. plus, his body is cracking, which could indicate that he's dying - like su was.

what he's cradling in his e6 is unknown; however, i'm thinking it's something similar to the leaves within the seed of sumeru.

in 3.2, before anaxa rips the reason coreflame out of his chest and dies, he talks with the others and says his goodbyes.

most notably with phainon, who he says he'll find a way to retrieve his memories of his past life in the next era (when they're all titans), and that even if he couldn't, he would count on phainon to remember it for him and tell him. phainon promises him to lead everyone to their reunion in the next life.

"all things are within everything"; perhaps that golden light he's holding contains his memories or the truth of amphoreus, taking into account my theory of him already being beyond the circle boundaries.

to make another connection between them, su had only died PHYSICALLY.

in the morning starlight event, day 6, anaxa is one of the featured characters you're able to use. the stage effect for this makes the characters enter a state called "feigned death."

what does feigned mean? simulate or pretend.

a false death, in this context.

"but that's just an event mechanic!" true, but it wouldn't be the first time hoyo has dropped lore hints and spoilers within events of all places.

so it raises the question for me, did anaxa die only physically, within the simulation?

[friend-of-giants]

•●Wednesday Wrensday●•

The stars have aligned, I'm finally here with a little something to share! Since finishing that dreaded dragon fight chapter, I've been able to work some on the aftermath. It's at a choppy stage right now and needs some refining and editing, but I've put words on the page and I'm happy with that.

Tagging... @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @umbracirrus @silly-little-diary @heavy-metal-dick @chiqita @labskeever and anyone else who sees this. It's been a while and I forget who I usually tag lol

For those of you who haven't caught up with my fic, the black, hollow eyes is one of my own lil headcanons. I don't want to spoil it, but it just means something ain't right (and it ties back to Miraak, lol)

The dragon appeared to be dead, its massive body lying limp on the damp earth.  Its neck and most of its head were burnt black, its scales split apart and oozing blood.  Just behind the slain beast stood the Dragonborn, and she was alive.  Teldryn felt his heart beat thunderously, though as he began to stumble toward her, dizzy with relief and adrenaline, it became obvious that something wasn't quite right.

Thick gray smoke billowed from her gauntlets, bringing with it the unmistakable stink of hot metal.  Scattered in the dirt at her feet lay dozens of shards of ebony and a smoldering strip of leather—all that remained of her prized axe.  But most worrisome was the look in her eyes, or a lack thereof.  With a gaze as hollow and dark as the Void itself, Wren stared ahead at the dead dragon, her mouth twisted into a sinister grin as she awaited its soul. 

Teldryn stepped aside and watched it happen.  He wasn't sure what to focus on, the way the dragon's flesh melted from its bones and turned to light, the shimmering golden strands rushing from its corpse into her body, or how absolutely pleased Wren looked as she absorbed the light, but somehow he managed to witness the entire experience with equal amazement.  

He had to wonder how it must feel to absorb the life force of something as powerful as a dragon.  Did it hurt, did it burn?  Did it feel good, or did it make her feel, just for a moment, that she was the one with wings? 

As the last of the dragon's soul disappeared into her, Wren's body shuddered, and she dropped to the ground with a weak groan.  It was almost identical to what he had witnessed in the Skaal village when she returned to Nirn after slaying Miraak, but this time he hoped she wouldn't be unconscious for a whole damn week—or worse. 

Restraining his panic, Teldryn rushed to kneel at her side, found the clasps of her still smoking gauntlets and hastily undid them, then pulled them off.  He drew in a breath of shock at the sight.  Her skin on her palms and fingers were reddened and blistered in a familiar web-like manner that he often saw on aspiring mages who hadn't quite gotten the hang of casting electric spells.  It was nothing he couldn't mend with a stronger healing spell and some burn salve, but to see it on someone who often struggled to light the hearth with her own magic?  It filled him with more questions than he might ever get answers to. 

What in the blazes have you done?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[doublxpresso]

his hair grows fast

[eggtomatosoup]

ready or not here i come... happy anniversary to 1000xresist!!!

[kapsloc7]

patrol check-in

[screentunes]

[snailsnaps]

Revisited this old sketch I posted a while ago

[crystalpallette]

little red riding hood but there's no hood and the big bad wolf is a cat and I don't think there's anything to ride in the forest and ringo could be littler so really it's just. red.

[killjoy-prince]

A comment on a MMD video inspired me to draw this

[seagull-scribbles]

The Lesbians doing each-others make-up meme but its these two idiots!

This also inspired a one shot, which you can read on AO3 [here] by @veritas-dolos 💖

[p0pdruts0nnet]

First tumblr post featuring my comfort characters whoope :D

[tereferka]

Worry is like a rocking chair, it keeps you occupied, but it gets you nowhere

I am very happy to present to you all my fanart I made for @vashwoodbigbang event! Made in collaboration with @snowpoet123 - author of the absolutely amazing bittersweet fanfiction that you will be able to read on her AO3 account! And here is a direct link to her work❤

Thank you @snowpoet123 for everything, it was fun to illustrate your work 🧡

[justneury]

- OFFTOBER DAY 1 -

Warming up :D But I think these cardboard spectres didn't last long..

OFFTOBER thing by @mothscotch !

[ancient-names-pt-i]

First pass at a Prowl design. November 2024