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The two things goblins respect

Dragon Scott lives rent free in mye head and I'm totally fine with it:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43916268/chapters/140847319

fWhip had no clue what was wrong with him. Why was he so inclined to visit Chromia and give Scott gifts? Even the sheriff didn't have that kind of pull on him and he represented one of the two things goblins respected above everything. The Law. Other being Dragons.

But Scott had nothing to do with either. He was the furthest thing from lawful fWhip could let pass. And there was no way he was a dragon. He was a colourful peacock of a man, yes. With a big personality. But he had no dragon traits. No horns, no wings, no tail, no scales. Nothing. What respectful dragon would hide all that? In fWhip's imagination it would be damn uncomfortable.

So he huffed and puffed over the newest gift he made for Scott. Shiny bracelet. Gold and precious gems expertly crafted into the delicate piece. He was pretty proud of himself with this one. Now he had to decide an excuse for why he was giving it to Scott. Mostly for himself. Scott needed no excuses to accept gifts.

But fWhip had to rationalise this need. Why was his brain so insistent on giving gifts to Scott who was neither Law or a Dragon? It couldn't be just that he was pretty. Pix and Sausage were plenty pretty but he didn't have such an urge with either of them. So there had to be a reason why Scott in particular had his mind so enamoured.

So he set off to Chromia with a poor excuse of needing dye for a project for his council and anyone who would visit for rocks. He didn't even take Snort with him. Just walked all the way from the Gobland main gate to Chromia. Why? He had no clue.

“Hello fWhip, what brings you here?” Scott grinned jumping off a roof before fWhip could even properly start looking for him.

“I.. I needed some dyes,” fWhip managed to mumble as his brain purred, happy to be in Scott's company.

Scott instantly jumped to business and led fWhip to his storage. Asking a myriad of questions about his fake project. He was going to want to see it wasn't he? fWhip realised amidst making up lies. He wouldn't even remember half of what he was telling Scott by the time he was home.

“Why did you really come here? You answered the same question in five, totally different ways,” Scott sighed, hands on hips as he looked down at fWhip. Not a hard thing considering that even if he was tall for a goblin, fWhip was considerably shorter than Scott.

“No idea. My brain has this… fixation about giving you gifts, I have no clue why since you're neither connected to the Law or a dragon…” fWhip just gave up and said what was bothering him for a few weeks now.

Scot hummed. Eyes narrowing. “Well… hmmm, no, here's not the best, follow me,” he finally said and dragged fWhip to his house.

fWhip was too confused and distracted to argue so he followed. Or more like let himself be dragged along.

In his house Scott locked the door and covered all the windows before saying anything. “Not a word of what happens here leaves here, got it?” He said unusually sternly. fWhip could only nod. “Promise,” Scott insisted.

“Anything you do stays between the two of us,” fWhip said with another nod.

With a deep breath Scott took a step back and suddenly, as he exhaled everything started making sense.

Scott was a dragon. At least partially. With short golden horns. Wings and a tail. And pretty rainbow scales that lily reflected light in a million fascinating ways.

To say fWhip was speechless would be an understatement. A single thought kept repeating in his brain. A dragon. Scott was a dragon all along. And fWhip's instincts caught it instantly and had him act the proper way.

“Say something,” Scott grumbled, clearly irritated by the lack of reaction.

“Wow,” was all fWhip was capable of.

Scott chuckled nervously. “I can't say I ever had a man this speechless before,” he mumbled, sitting down, wrapping his tail and wings around him. “But really, don't tell anyone. I don't want to be chased around again…” he sighed and fWhip felt sudden anger. How dare anyone hunt Scott?

“If anyone ever finds out and gives you trouble for it, come right to me, I'll book some sense into them. Or lock them in a cage above Deep Dark,” fWhip said before he even finished thinking about it. He didn't even realise when he had knelt next to Scott.

Scott giggled and pulled him into a hug. “Even if it's Jimmy?” He asked as fWhip did his best to not audibly purr.

“Well, it is against goblin law to hunt dragons so yes,” fWhip nodded. Scott hummed contently at that. “You're always welcome in Gobland no matter what you know?” He added, more and more tempted to purr before he remembered something.

Scott gilded his head as fWhip pulled back to dig through his pockets. He looked like he was about to say something when fWhip triumphantly pulled the gift out.

“I have a gift, actually,” he said as he sheepishly offered Scott the small red box.

Scott gently, staying mindful of his currently sharper nails, opened the box. “It's so pretty,” he smiled, the tip of his tail moving ever so slightly. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yup,” fWhip nodded and this time could not help purring. A dragon liked his gift. How could he not be happy about it? “I hope you don't mind me occasionally coming over with more gifts…” he stared but Scott shook his head.

“Not at all, but quite honestly just your company is nice,” Scott chuckled and presented the box to fWhip. “Could you put it in for me?” He asked, presenting his other wrist.

fWhip didn't mind helping Scott get the gift on in the slightest and with minimal issues the bracelet was on his wrist. Making fWhip's instincts even happier. He did end up spending most of the day in Chromia, following Scott along even if all his draconic features were once again hidden.

If there was an annoyed with waiting Sausage present in Gobland when he returned then so be it. fWhip had priorities and Scott was kind of on top of the list of them.

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your WHAT sausage? 😟😟

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GO TEAM AQUA AXOLOTLS GO ‼️‼️‼️

i love this team SO MUCH, I SPEEDRAN THIS IN A DAY 💙

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Coloured it

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DDVAU! Joel design update!! Silly human that works in the shadowbeans cafe with his wife

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Here's the first piece I did for the Geminitay zine over at @hermitszine!

I had to do one of Gem's iconic builds and her dragons, it's not Season 1 of empires smp with them!

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Also have random warmup doodle I drew

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Flamingos are pink because they eat shrimp. With that in mind, I remind you that about our Mrs. LDShadowlady also has pink hair.

This is what you wanted.

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it's a song of rest, my dear, so why does it make your heart race?

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THE WAY THEY STOPPED AND JUST WATCHED LOLLL

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missing somebody you never knew

(click for better quality)

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so I draw hermitcraft art now

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isn’t this what you wanted?

time sure feels like it’s running out

just finish what you started

queen of nothing

wearing such a heavy crown

(ignore the bad anatomy and focus on the nice nice lighting)

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STEP ASIDE PENSIONERS

HOSPICE CARE IS IN TOWN

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All ten MCC Season 4 Kick Off teams!

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Count fWhip's Longest Day

I literally wrote this whole thing in one sitting. I have no clue what has possessed me. I did write it on my phone so I apologise is autocorrect snuck in something weird past me.

I hope the title doesn't seem as random as it does to me :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55485577

fWhip suddenly had this new hunger in him. If it was for blood or Scott's damned cold hands in him was up for debate.

“You promise no one will hear about it?”

“I swear on my name that nothin you don't want leaving this room will,” Scott said, totally serious. Not a trace of his usual playfulness present.

fWhip just nodded, sure that if he were still human he'd be blushing, and moved on with the paperwork.

“Anything else I can sign you?” Scott asked as fWhip was checking one last time if they didn't miss anything.

“All looks good, but can I ask you something?” Scott just nodded, taking a slip of tea he drowned far too much sugar cubes in. “Why did you decide to join WRA?”

Scott hummed, setting his cup down. “To annoy someone who recently got allied with the Cod Alliance. What? Did you think I wanted in just because you're cute? It's certainly part of it, I won't deny it,” Scott's usual playfulness was back in full force as he gave fWhip a smirk that clearly expressed his interest.

fWhip hummed. It was getting hard to not stare at Scott's neck. “Here's your copy,” he changed the topic to distract himself from the urge to bite. Or how he'd probably have to get into Scott's lap to do it. He was freakishly tall for an elf and elves were already damn tall.

Scott hummed back as he put the documents aside. “Hungry? I could feel you stare at my neck,” he was clearly done with political talks.

fWhip thought. On it for a second. “No one hears of it?”

“Not a word of it leaves this room or even my whole place,” Scott repeated his promise with a nod. “Here or somewhere comfier?” He asked.

fWhip glanced around the office. There was a couch under a window covered with a thick curtain. Did Scott close it once he noticed the sun hurt him? How considerate. “The couch should do, no?” He did his best to sound nonchalant.

Scott nodded and with far too muc grace moved to the couch. On the way opening his shirts wider to expose more. Enough to show some collarbone. fWhip felt more than was aware that he licked his lips.

Scott didn't have to encourage him into getting on his lap. “Pretty forward,” he still teased even if his hands were instantly on fWhip's hips, supporting him.

“Not my fault you're so tall,” fWhip bit back but his face was already at Scott's neck. Wondering what he's supposed to do now.

“Just bite, I'll be fine,” Scott breathed into his ear and all worries left fWhip's brain.

For a moment he nosed at Scott's neck. Instinctively looking for the best spot to bite. Once he found it he licked it a couple times, once more listening to his new instincts. And bit as gently as his overly excited and hungry brain allowed.

He could vaguely feel Scott tense up, cold grip tightening on his hips. He could hear the elven king pant and mutter what he vaguely recognised as pretty nasty elven words. But the way Scott gasped them out had him cling closer. His hold on Scott's dumb perfectly ironed coat tightening.

Scott's blood was heavenly. If that's how blood tastes then fWhip wasn't too disappointed to have to subsist on pretty much it alone.

“fWhip,” Scott gasped. Barely a whisper. As he gently pushed the vampire urging him to stop.

With some disappointment, fWhip pulled back. His disappointment was instantly gone as he took in Scott's face. The usually always in control elf was in shambles. Dark blush, eyes wide, panting as he looked at fWhip with a dopey smile.

“That was more intense than I expected,” he chuckled before healing his neck. Some part of fWhip was saddened that his mark would not be left on the elf. “Still hungry?” He asked.

fWhip shook his head at the same time as he realised something. “You sure liked me biting you a lot,” he chuckled, shifting awkwardly in Scott's lap.

He was about to offer to help Scott with his not so small based on the feeling through their clothes problem when there was a knock on the door. “What is it?” Scott asked as if he wasn't five seconds from an orgasm.

“There's been a message for count fWhip,” came a response as they struggled to make themselves presentable.

It was pretty impressive how fast Scott recovered. He'd have to do better if there was another time. Hopefully there would be, fWhip thought as he read the damned letter.

Of course Sausage had yet another border argument with Jimmy. At least Scott offered they could travel together so something good was coming out of it. Maybe he could invite Scott for some trade talks to Grimlands. It was closer to Mythland than Rivendell.