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DAY 7 of JamWeek25: Reunion

Together at last, reunited for eternity.

interpret that as you wish, I think these boys deserve happiness together at the very end🥹

Also i've been fully converted into the cunty sleeve agenda as i was lining in and added the sleeves in and I like to think he got a new fit sewn some times during his stay at Jobst's camp. Sam approves of his new look obv.

Thank you to everyone who made this week happen btw! Thank you for all the lovely art, writing and edits everyone took the time to create as well! you have my eternal gratitude🫶🫵

anyways short braindump entry to go with this piece down below as usual!!

If this was a reunion at Suchdol:

Following my personal hc of John being as Jobst camp when Sam and Henry rode there and John having to let Sam go back into the fray again a few days later;

I think John would follow after the army a few hours behind. Officially, he's there on business, to have a word with jobst to continue scheming their next steps in the aftermath of the victory, but his heart and body headed to suchdol for Sam.

As he's passing through the carnage, something he isn't used to, he's not a fighter, but he finds it more difficult as he fears he would see his beloved's face amongst the dead.

He's relived to find Sam outside of the castle, in a less bloodier field of dandelions, alive, unharmed.

Before he knew it, his legs moved, and he's running towards a surprised Sam, tumbling into him as they both go down into the bed of soft grass and flowers, sunlight warming their embrace as they shared a heartfelt kiss in the fields of victory.

coughs. sniffs. and if you're a real angst connoisseur like myself, this reunion could be set in the afterlife...

TW: death obvs

Sam did not make it out of the praguers camp. John and Sam would never get the chance to rekindle after their fight at Kolin, before Sam initially departed to the Den. John would never get to apologize, and blames himself for not insisting harder for Sam to give up the path of revenge and just stayed in Kolin with his loved ones.

And then John goes to Suchdol after the battle to meet up with Jobst and... finds Sam at the gallows. He takes him home to sara in kolin. And he never recovers from losing Sam. He took the guilt and the pain of having to live on without him as his punishment for his sins.

Eventually tho, not long after, the consequences of his work, as he grew less and less sharp, caught up to him. Even Jobst couldn't save him this time and John.. John didn't want to be saved.

When he dies too, he wakes up in a field of dandelions and rolling hills as far as the eye can see. For a second he's filled with dread. He's always assumed that he'll find Sam after he's left the living... but what if Sam didn't want to be found by him. What if- A familiar voice calls his name, cutting through his spiraling, and he looks back to see the love of his life.

And oh how John has missed him. He scrambled through the field, nearly tripping on his own boots, undignified for a noblemen, but that didn't matter when Sam was within his grasp. He crashes into him, knocking them both down. He found Sam warm. Real. And when he laughed beneath John, he could feel the vibrations of his joy through the armor beneath his fingertips.

Finally, they were together again at long last. In each other's arms. As it's always meant to be. Eternally reunited.

let's cry together now yippee

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DAY 6 of JamWeek25: Guilt The choking smoke of guilt...

small entry braindump below :'''D

Set obviously after Exodus.

Some times after Henry left, John finally finds Sam alone, looking over the walls at the smoke raising from whatever was left of the quarter.

John, who had been helping in whatever way he can, weather it was getting on his knees to tend to the wounded, or loading up the carts, searched for him as the time came for all of them to depart to Kolin and found him at the edge of the clearing.

John knows that everything was his fault. But how does he apologize? Where would one even begin? His list of sins has grown so long and it's wrapped around his neck and choking his soul.

He approached Sam, announcing his arrival with a soft call of his name. But Sam barely responded to him with a glance. His sad eye's were fixed on the raising smoke. On John's sins.

But Sam wasn't crying. He was born into the smoke and ashes. He had no tears left as he's grown numb to it's gritting pain.

John leans his head against Sam's back with tears in his eyes, for he was not born to this agony. "I'm sorry." He pleaded. But he did not want to be forgiven.

Sam's silence was his only respond.

It's not your fault, Sam said in his mind. But he can't utter the words because if he opened his mouth now, he would break.

And he can't break right now.

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DAY 5 of JamWeek25: Devotion...

Devotion so deep and thick they're ingrained into each other's souls.

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DAY 4 of JamWeek25: Tranquility... Dancing beneath the flooboards~

Not exactly sure if the basements built under the tavern or to the side actually but uhmmm pretty light slipping through the cracks anyone :''D

scenario braindump below as per usual:

Some time after they started their intimacy but were still tip toeing around their emotions, I imagine a wedding happens.

Someone from the tavern, either one of the cooks or a maid, got married and held their feast at the tavern after Sam fondly insisted he took care of them.

So the feast was held at the tavern late into the evening. John was aware of the occasion and enjoyed himself beneath the floorboards, happy enough to hear the bustle of life above him. Plus the wine was good and the music was decent. So he put his work aside and enjoyed the evening, drinking and leisurely reading.

Occasionally he could hear Sam's voice over all the chatter. He didn't try to listen in at first but he found it harder and harder to ignore his voice. He overheard several conversations. A grateful thank yous from the couple and their family, some short conversations of business, and an elderly voice offering Sam a prospect of marriage.

John closes his book shut and moves away to another corner, bringing his cup and vase of wine with him. He finds himself pacing back and forth, more puzzled by how he reacted than anything else.

He nearly jumped when the door to the basement opened and Sam came through. John just stared at him from across the room, still as a startled deer, before Sam arched his eyebrow questioningly at him.

They eased into a light conversation as Sam had came down to bring him some extra treats and food from the feast. When Sam settled down on the table instead of returning to the festivities, John inquires his decision. Sam shrugged and simply says he needed to get away from the bustle for a moment.

John pokes at him for being too serious all the time and not knowing how to let loose and have fun on occasions which lead to a light playful bicker between them.

A jaunty tune from the musicians above stopped them mid-jab and John suggests a truce and an offer of a dance. Sam chuckles at his joke but when he realized John was being serious he tried a different tactic. Excuses.

But John wasn't having any of his lies and was adamant on not having Sam miss the merriment. He knows Sam knew how to dance simple enough. Sara told him, along with every embarrassing moment from his childhood that he could bring up and tease him with in the right time.

But that time wasn't tonight. Tonight all he wanted to enjoy the whatever stolen moment existed below the floor boards with light and music seeping through the cracks.

"Come on. Entertain me for a bit and I swear I'll leave you alone."

Sam sighs but surrenders to his whims. More like begging. He awkwardly tried to figure out their positions for just a second before John flushes against him, hand looped under his shoulder to grasp his other, taking his other hand gently in his warm ones.

And just like that they fit perfectly like a puzzle, winding around the room in a waltz. John mistakes the warmth blooming deep in the core for all the wine he's drunk, but Sam recognizes his. He knows it's love for the odd, chatty noblemen. He's long gave up fighting against it. But he's never tried embracing it...

What better time to than now, he decides.

I'm so normal about this. I had to draw them luminating from each other's presence or I was gonna go insane from it rotting my brains out!

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DAY 3 of JamWeek25: Confession

Every farewell is laced with a confession of their love and a vow to return to each others arms no mater the distance and time apart.

Set post Suchdol, before Sam left with Henry and Jobst's cavalry. Letting him go, again, was the singular hardest thing John has ever done so he makes sure to do it correctly this time and tells Sam what his soul most desires, him, before he leaves.

Just a simple straight to the point piece today. The frame work was an unexpected addition that I'm quite proud of!

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DAY 2 of JamWeek25: Agony

The absolute pain and agony I felt drawing this is the real theme of the day 😭 hang tight there'll be comfort with this hurt in the coming days!

As promised on twt, a braindump of this scenario that constantly plays in me head⬇️⬇️

I have a very specific scenario running on a hamster wheel in my head 24/7 for this post-suchdol, but before the final battle scene.

It plays out first with John waking up in bed with Sam. They've done this a few times. Slept in a tangled mess of each other's arms after sharing a heated and intimate night. He was the first to ask Sam to stay, absurd as it was. Maybe the basement had driven him mad, he thought. But he wont deny the connection they had was a comfort.

When John's mind debated with himself with the matter of his heart, the word love made it's stance in his mind. Was this love? Was he capable of something so precious. So.. meaningful. Could he love Sam the way Sam deserved to be loved?...

As his mind swirled with these questions, Sam stirs beside him in bed. But when John turned... it wasn't his charming, beautiful Sam besides him but whatever horrifying excuse of his corpse.

John falls out of bed into a pile of corpse of familliar face. Faces whose lives were lost in the Kuttenberg Quarter's razing. Because of him. John did this to them. And John would kill Sam eventually if he continued to delude himself in the fantasy that he could love him.

And then John wakes up, breathless and sweating. He's in Jobst's Camp he remembered. He had first heard of the siege in Kolin from tavern chatter. Everything in him longed to take action, but what could he do? So John stayed a little longer than he was needed for in Kolin, watching after and comforting Sara, assuring her that Sam would be okay. That he would come back to her in once piece.

The lie tasted like bile in his tongue.

After a few weeks, John was summoned to Jobst's court and he immediately left for his camp. Upon arrival, John insisted rather aggressively for Jobst to take action against the praguers. He had the numbers if he summoned all his bannermen.

But Jobst was careful if anything. A coward, John decides after days and weeks of pestering. The old Margrave would not risk losing his army until news of a possible victory arrives. And John knows that Samuel would die before Jobst would send help.

When he awoke from his nightmare, an all too common occasion as of late, his first instinct is to drown his emotions. His hurt and pain. The helpless poison of hope that longs for Sam's safe return, and the reality that he could possibly have been cold and dead and long buried in the Suchdol grounds this whole time. He wished he could claw his wretched heart out and put himself out of this misery.

Realizing he's drained every last drop of his wine, he dragged himself up, dressed and left his tent in search of more wine. Anything to keep his mind off the image of Sam's dead corpse and the hundred of ways why it was his fault.

John found the path to the stores in the dim early morning. Most of the nobles haven't roused up yet, so usually the ambience was filled with soldiers bickering and guard changing shifts. This morning however, there were plenty of shoutings, he caught a threat or two, armored metal clanging and boots scrambling on the ground. Attracted to the noise, John followed it to the gate where he saw a lone rider circled by guards with spears and spikes all pointed at him, ready to run him through, horse and all. As he squinted, he realized the rider bore the emblem of the Prague Militia on his coat.

A soldier saw him and insisted he head back into the inner camp for safety and as he turned to be led away, he hears the all too familiar voice of Henry of Skalitz, announcing himself as a messenger of the Lords of Leipa.

John stopped in his tracks upon realization. He feels a sliver of hope, cold and numb on his fingertips. He shoves the soldier besides him and calls out at Henry, putting a stop to the soldiers aggression at the poor boy.

A welcoming grin grew on his face as he pushed the soldiers aside, walking through to Henry. As he emerged, Henry managed to control his panicked steed enough to rein it to the side and John's eyes widened in the revelation of who laid upon Henry's arms.

He's never felt fear in this way before. A fear so entwined with guilt that he can't see where one began and ended. He's never feared for someone's life to such degrees in his whole life.

Sam laid limply in Henry's arms. Unmoving. John wondered if this was another nightmare. If it was, at least he could save Sam in it, right?

His legs threatened to buckle under him when he ran towards Henry, yelling at the surrounding soldiers to help him get Sam down. A handful came to aid him, John taking hold of Sam's shoulder carefully and tenderly, and never letting him go as he cradles the wounded man in his arms upon the ground. He was hurt. He had been slightly patched up, rather quickly, but the red was bleeding through the pale cloth. John could tell instantly these recent wounds were gained not from a battle. Someone tortured him. Someone dared to lay their hands on his Sam!

Rage mixed into the fear. And as he took his hand, cold like the dead, John shook him in his arms, desperate for a sign of life, Sam did not respond. The soldiers gawked around him, confused. John snaped around at them and his next words were a distressed command. "GET THE SURGEON."

He didn't care that the surgeon was reserved for the nobility. He was going to save Sam or die by John's hands. John's grief.

Sam would not leave him. John had promised Sara he would return to her. The least he could do now was make sure to keep his vow. He won't allow Sam to leave. Not if he can help it. Not before he apologized to Sam for everything. For meeting him. For wanting him. For brining death, pain and sorrow before him and his cherished loved ones. For the pathetic shouting match he initiated in Kolin as Samuel was adamant on leaving for the Devil's Den, for revenge. For destroying whatever tenderness they had between them until that point. For not uttering the words of how much of his heart Sam had come to possess instead as he watched Samuel ride out of Kolin. He wouln't let Sam go before he hears him speak his name again, he didn't care if it would be in anger and hatred.

He wouldn't let Sam go before him...

whoa you've reached the end- thank you for reading all of that.. I had the time to really flesh this scene out, in my head, this weekend while picking edamame at my family's farm :'D

hrmm maybe I'll find the will to write this fic out. it isn't long, max 5 to six chapters but sometimes words are hard😭

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DAY 1 of JamWeek25: Undercover 🤫

method 2 of how to shut your noblemen up(a little less respectfully this time) I think John personally might be a little into this method.

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Forgor to post the last work for artfight here!! Revenge for @hermesxanubis !!

Can you tell that I'm in love with Balgair Vael yet xD

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artfight attack based on our most recent dnd session, staring the most idiotic martial duo in all of the Ten Towns.

Beetle(dwarf) belongs to @koyoba, griffin and maeve(satyrs) belong to me.

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Trosky ranch shenanigans.

Bartosch started working at Von Bergow’s ranch for the summer and has been befriending one of Bergow’s best wrangler 😏

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A conversation at Raborsch

Whew this took a while- but here it is. My little comic about a conversation I wished for Sam and John to have during the feast at Raborsch. As I eluded to in my previous preview-post, this idea came to me after seeing this post (sorry for linking it again, but I feel this is important)- and seeing just how pissed John actually is after Jobst's initial proposal. (yadda yadda you've probably read all this in my previous post before) Also Samuel learns from Godwin about his fathers passing, and- man- on top of all the stress that he finds himself in already, that must be really rough. So I wanted both of these guys to talk it out a little bit. Oh also- this comic isn't particularly romantic in nature, but please feel free to read that into it if you like. (I sure do) Forgive me if you spot any spelling errors or other mistakes along the way- I have done nothing but breathe this comic for the last few weeks and have probably gone blind to some mistakes. :')

Okay so uhm, on a personal note- I really wanted to do this little project to prove to myself that I can actually finish something that I started (I'm sure some of you can relate) - and it worked so- yay! I also learned a lot about writing and drawing comics along the way. Though there are still things I'm not super happy with- like worrying that the scene is super boring actually (I mean they're just talking and that's hardly exciting :'D), the characters possibly being ooc, or that some panels don't look the way I wanted them to- and so on and so forth. I am even anxious about posting the comic while typing this out. ALSO ALSO I feel a bit disingenuous tagging this comic as "Jamuel" since this really is not super shippy- soooo I may or may not have already made a little sketchy bonus thingy that goes more in that direction. I'll probably post it tomorrow. Or this evening, if I'm impatient. UNTIL THEN- feast your eyes on this BEAUTIFUL, IMMACULATE edit by my friend:

(srsly though, without him and his support, I probably wouldn't have finished this little project- so thank youuu!!!) Also again thanks to @telafel and @lordgeneralsix (I hope it's ok that I tag you again) for the references on their blogs- they were sooo vital. <333

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Raborsch, 1403.

protective blueberry mode activated🫐🗡️

I love thinking of partially reversing roles, in their case, John protecting Sam. John who is terrified of pain but more terrified of losing Sam. John who sucks at combat, his deadliest weapon being his mind, tongue and a pen, but will brandish a blade and throw himself in front of Sam to protect him. And Sam is both irritated and awestruck by John’s commitment to get himself killed lol to making sure he’s unharmed even when it’s literally his job to guard and prevent John from getting killed.

John has always tried to protect his people, Sam included, the best he can. But to die for them wasn’t really something he'd do. He'd provide hiding, maybe pay ransoms, lend money, aid, etc. But physically protecting them never crossed his mind.

But with Sam it was different. It wasn't something he knew immediately upon their first meeting. Back then he protected Sam as much as he protected everyone else working for him. But then something changed overtime. When he saw Sam return, hurt, distressed, hiding his injuries, he'd feel a simmering white hot rage. How dare someone hurt him.

Still he didn't think of physically protecting him yet. Even as they grew ever closer, shared secrets, heat and bed, the thought did not cross his mind. Not until Rabrosch.

When the ambush came, men armed to the teeth, slaughtering anyone and everyone, John's first thought was Sam. Despite the wine in his system, one thing was clear to him. He must get to Sam.

When John found him on the ramparts, he did not see the enemy closing in behind him until Sam drew his sword and took him down, but not before getting a shallow slice to the arm. John realized then that Sam would die to save his life.

And that's when he knew that he would not allow that to happen. Not to Sam. He remembers he is a lord. So he gives Sam an order. He orders him to stay behind him. He orders Sam to never die for his sake.

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Just gonna do a quick warm up sketch I said.

famous last words--

I haven't drawn horses in a bit not since i last played my paladin so ignore the weird anatomy sigh.

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The Fade will literally take everything but his sense of humor lol.

Fade!Hawke is unfortunately canon in my canon playthrough sigh. He's my favorite game PC ever and I love to torture him. I've recently been having many random and passing thoughts of Leland and Orsino bc he's well and alive and eventually returned back to kirkwall and teaches as a professor at the college of Magi there reuniting during the events of the veilguard and i'm set on this being the first thing he fucking says after a decade of both believing the other was dead XD

it's a reference to these two previous sketches i drew before

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Meanwhile back in Trosky~

Not super happy with the sun dapple effect but I'm trying not to nit pick too much these days, esp outside of work.

OMG I LOVVVE this pairing sm. Everything abt it is amazing. Even Bartosch's fling with Henry is given more depth and makes so much more sense, esp when THIS was my Henry for the most part!!

Bartoch sleeping with Henry to get over the captain is peak yaoi to me. Esp since my Henry was also pretty much using Bartosch to get his mind off of Hans. So it goes both ways xD

If you haven't read Nettles on a03 go do it rn!! This piece is dedicated to the author and the fic!!! It's canon-compliant and just so beautifully written, you need to read it!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66210412/chapters/170668450

I need more Barthom. It doesn't have to be a fic. i'll take anything. Doodles, sc, edits. I just need to consume more content of them!! Here's to this piece converting you to this ship 😈

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Late night yearning at the King Solomon's basement 💤

oh boy this piece went through so many altercations, especially during the sketch phase. Initially it was supposed to be more intimate, a soft smile from john, taking the papers gently from sam's hand maybe, at one point, there was even an affectionate nose boop to sam's nose.

Eventually settled for this bc I'm very much still in the jam yearning era. My personal hc is that even though they started sleeping with each other pretty early on, I think it wasn't until a little later that john realized he felt more about sam than a convenient fling. Sam on the other hand had always felt more for John, but buried those feelings of more, of vulnerability, down. He saw how love pained his mother, and he knew better than to give himself that same torment.

But one doesn't just bury those emotions. And sometimes, he lets it slip. He lets John's gentle smiles and kind words into his heart in the late hours of the night. In those brief hours, he pretends that they were something a little more. He smiles back to John, offers a helping hand with his work, and sometimes let's himself rest for a bit on the lord's lap. It was his secret in his own head of course. John would never agree to a childish fantasy of something that intimate between them. Besides it was unheard of, two men finding more than comfort with each other... right?

Meanwhile John is in shambles. The smile Sam gives him back wrecks him and shakes his heart to it's core. He knew better then to carry any feelings, especially when on the job. But the more he lets himself bask in Sam's presence- the more he realized he was more than just a job.

And in those quiet nights, when Sam, exhausted from the day with barely enough sleep from the night before, finds that rest upon John's lap, John can't help but be transfixed by the moment. He knows Sam is a light sleeper when he does sleep at all, so he does his best to remain still, the numbness creeping up his legs be damned. He wants this moment to last... just a little longer.

..... I ramble sometimes....

anyways bonus piece without the shading that i kinda like!

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Another revenge! Quinn belongs to https://artfight.net/~LuupusOsprey

Vampire Lesbian was mentioned and I had to draw her!