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Thank you so much for your response! I really liked your epilogue designs for Dungeons and Daddies, but if I can request one thing to add, I would really appreciate an extra pair of heads of Linc and Scary together and being a cute couple. I really like the Gothcleats ship.

Oh, I’m way ahead of you king,

Using this as an excuse to dump all my sketches lol

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hello here is me once again to share some more words about the wing sketch because the tags weren't enough. I humbly bring you a short fic I wrote out today (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

“I’m here,” Lincoln announces himself when he enters Taylor’s bedroom.

“Greetings, young man,” Taylor greets back with a goofy grin on his face. “Are you ready for some good anime?”

“Not all anime you show me is actually good.”

“Shush shush, just take a seat and I’ll get my laptop ready.”

Lincoln sits down on the bed and watches how Taylor sets up his laptop, closes the blinds, and gets them snacks. Taylor’s horns and tail are getting longer. It’s barely noticeable since they see each other almost every day, but since Scary had pointed it out, he can’t unsee it anymore. It was only a year ago when his horns were only small stubs hidden by the messy hair.

When Taylor is finally ready to sit down, Lincoln wraps his arms around his torso and pulls him in for a hug. Usually, Taylor likes to cuddle during anime-nights. But today, he suddenly flinches, pulls himself out of the embrace, and involuntarily hisses at Lincoln.

“Tay? Are you okay?” Lincoln asks, concern clear in his voice.

“Yea, yea. I’m good,” Taylor awkwardly laughs it off, “I just remembered that I forgot something downstairs.”

Taylor immediately tries to scramble off the bed. He has already got his legs over the edge when gets stopped in his tracks by Lincoln who puts his hand over his.

“Taylor, It’s alright if you don’t want physical touch tonight, okay?”

Lincoln looks closely for any hints he can get from Taylor’s facial expression. Is it nervousness? Insecurity? Sadness maybe?

“It’s not- that’s not the problem,” Taylor eventually mumbles. He pulls his legs back up on the bed and turns around to face Lincoln a little better. His hands start to fumble with the strings of his hoodie before he continues, “It’s just that- my- wings. They’re bothering me. It’s itchy and bruised and- it just feels weird.”

Lincoln lays a hand on one of Taylor’s knees and brushes his thumb over the fabric in an assuring gesture. “You’ve mentioned before that it sometimes feels uncomfortable to keep your wings folded up under your clothes. Would it help to stretch them out a little bit?”

“Hm maybe. But I don’t want to accidentally pull at my wings right now.”

“I can help?”

Without giving a verbal answer, Taylor turns around on the bed so his back is facing Lincoln. Lincoln carefully tugs at the hoodie and slowly pulls it over the wings. Taylor guides the front and they eventually manage to get it over Taylor’s head and let it rest on his arms. Big red, bony wings cover most of Taylor’s back. They’re folded up, almost flat-pressed against the skin.

“Wow, your wings are much bigger than I remember,” Lincoln softly mumbles.

“Yea, they grow pretty fast. That’s probably also why it hurts so much.”

The wings slowly unfold themselves to reveal bruised skin underneath, around the base of where the wings grow of Taylor’s body. It looks quite painful, cracked and dried out. Taylor has clearly not taken good care of that area. He’s not the best at self-care to begin with, but especially not for things he quite literally cannot see.

“I can perform lay on hands on you?” Lincoln suggests.

Taylor signs. “No, you don’t have to. I don’t want to use you for-”

“I want to, Tay.” Lincoln interrupts, with more confidence in his voice this time. He knows how much trouble Taylor has to ask for help sometimes. He is a very confident and capable young man. But also so darn stubborn. “I know that you’re not using me. I still want to help you and take care of you.”

“You’ll always be the protective paladin eh?”

“I’ll always be your protective paladin.” Lincoln echoes back and places a soft kiss at the nape of Taylor’s neck. It makes Taylor giggle and his tail slightly wag.

“Ready?”

Taylor tries to relax his upper body as much as possible before he nods and hums in agreement.

Lincoln slowly brings up his hand and very carefully lays it flat on the open spot in between the sprouting wings. Taylor ducks his head lower to his chest while audibly trying to suppress a hiss. But it doesn’t take long for him to relax once more as Lincoln concentrates his healing powers in the palm of his hand. The magic feels like a pleasant cold blue that veins throughout his whole body, getting stronger towards the concentration point, until he sends it off. Casting lay on hands always makes Lincoln feel both extremely relaxed and focused at the same time, and he never notices his eyes closing while doing it. But when he opens them again, he can see Taylor’s tail already wagging and his head still hanging low, but this time out of relaxation.

“How are you feeling?” Lincoln asks in a whisper.

“Much better,” Taylor softly mumbles back and immediately yawns afterwards, “But I always get really tired after your healing magic.”

Lincoln softly chuckles, “I know. Kinda funny since I’m doing the magic.”

“Yea,” Taylor agrees and yawns again. It always looks adorable when he does that, with his little fangs and his tongue that’s slightly split at the tip. It kind of makes him look like a young sleepy lion cub.

Lincoln shifts himself with his back resting against the backboard of the bed and pulls in Taylor close to him, with his head on Lincoln’s chest and this time more careful to not hustle his wings too much by facing Taylor’s back to the side. He also throws a blanket over the both of them, mostly tucking in Taylor with his bare upper body.

“Comfy?”

“Hmmhm”

“Help me remember to bring over some skin cream next time. It helps to treat dry, cracked skin. It might relieve the pain a bit in the long term.”

“Sounds good,” Taylor murmurs into Lincoln’s shirt. Lincoln just fondly brushes Taylor's hair out of his face, as he's already aware that Taylor will absolutely not remember that when he wakes up.

Hello swiftli nation, I am one of yours.

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i am completely normal about normal (i am a dirty filthy liar)

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Hello swiftli nation, I am one of yours.

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I just did a 2 hour theater script writing workshop and now I have the power of god confidence that I'll be able to rewrite DnDads into a theater play >:D

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Ideas for epilogue designs. lmk which ones you guys like best?

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Dancing with your bestie/rival in a totally platonic way no feelings here (:

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What’s a little Entangle between friends lovers dads flung into the Forgotten Realms. For @bearlyastar

+ Close Ups :]

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Some gothcleats headcanons because they are in my brainnnn:

* they both enjoy running and partake in marathons and such

* didnt date until they were in their 20s, and dated a while before they got married again

* speaking of the wedding Scary wore a black dress and i feel like Link wore a white tux, also their wedding bands are gold and silver and match

* Gerry is adopted (i know many people already said this i am just agreeing)

* they have a lot of boardgames, as well as cds and dvds

* i think they have a rescue dog that was like mistreated previously and is elderly and is just the sweetest

* neither Taylor nor Normal were their best man/bridesmaids (im sorry i dont feel like those friendships are like bestman/bridesmaids levels :/ ), they were both at the wedding and probablly in the wedding party tho

* Link does the laundry at their house (this feels true to me idk why)

* i dont think they sleep cuddled up, they just have those vibes

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hi guys guess what I finally finishedd

eem click for better quality , also , while this is a redraw of the cover ofc , it's also kinda a redraw of this drawing from just over a year ago !

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i'm working at 'em lol remember to vote Terry

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"Jerry is Lincoln's and Scary's biological son, which means teen pregnancy" or "Jerry is adopted"

NO.

It's Scam Likely again

What's the one good thing that Grant and Marco got out of Scams shitty wedding gift? Their son Lincoln. So Scam has learned that the best gift at a wedding is giving someone a child of course

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my power to only recognize people by profile picture was useful for once! >:)

Um guys..... I've lost my axolotl picture D:

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[Pulls out a card like it's a magic trick] is this your axolotl picture?

Um guys..... I've lost my axolotl picture D:

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Soo uhh I've just been doing this for the past couple of hours and I'm FINALLY FINISHED

They turned out a bit smaller and more yellow/red-ish then expected, but I'm so glad it's just all finished. Fun fact: This took me the duration of ep2 & 3 of s1 DnDads + talking dad episodes 1, 2, and 3 + 2 ish more hours

Also, I forgot to add to the original post, but I'll be going on Saturday for both events :D

:D I love Nicky so much

I'll be making these into (handmade) stickers and will be giving them out for FREE at both the upcoming Elfia event and at Heroes Dutch Comic Con (summer edition)

I actually don't think anyone from the Netherlands follows me on here but uuuhh if you do plan on going to one/both events, keep an eye out for someone in a badly made Taylor cosplay and you will be granted with one of these bad bois >:)

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hey. do any of you trans/autistic mfs wanna see a baby werewolf

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GOD sorry i can't get over sad normal. normal who pulled away from the group. normal who married hermie two at 19 and got divorced 2 years later. normal who never stopped feeling weird, no matter how proud his dad is of him. normal who calls hero every week and talks to her for hours. normal who doesn't know his best friends' son. normal who hasn't seen teen high since he graduated.