Re-doing something I’ve done every few years for the last decade. The muses as dogs! Mostly vibes based.
Jay - I nearly went with something that is naturally stubborn and tricky and loud, but honestly, I think the fact that so much of Jay’s attitude is intentionally going against what comes natural means he’d be something very different. A working cocker spaniel, trainable, sweet, playful. But with that rescue dog whose been kicked around behavioral issues package.
Felix - This is mostly looks. He scream/make lots of howling noise too, though, so that similarity works. Sibe. Doesn’t really listen unless it’s also what he wants to do, but then can’t be stopped. I
Wynn - Pyrenean mountain dog. Pastoral, gentle look, calm, protective and ever watching, but with that potential to cause serious harm, and change on a dime because always alert.
Finch - Lurcher. A mix of so awkward and so capable, neurotic as hell. So much potential to succeed and impress, or stumble over his own legs, or immediately run into a road because he got distracted by something pointless.
Tadhg - Some kind of mastiff or pittie mix. Bred for blood. Just wants to protect. Let him fucking sleep and rest, please. Scary to outsiders, a hell of a lot of strength and potential, in a lazy bundle that just wants to be pet.
Valentine - This one was hard, okay. I wanted something that had a military reputation, with known aggression issues and problems with strangers - because that would fit Rhodric’s court to a t, and therefore be a good base. So yeah, generic, high intensity, working shepherd. Even though that’s not Valentine, who is very cautious, intentional, and calm, it’s in there.
Oriol - Labrador. So trainable, so good with kids, absolutely the last one you’d expect to suddenly snap, despite how many dog related injuries are the family lab. Deceptively hum drum reputation.
Nish - Once he’s got an idea/a scent, good fucking luck, bucko. Can swing from non stop work to comatose on the couch in seconds. But overall so friendly, loves a good cuddle. But will abandon you for something interesting and gross.
Aster - Jack russel. Smol. Tenacious beyond sense.
Cyren - wolf. Literally what he is, just a fae version. Family oriented, social predator, suffering from long term isolation from his own kind.
Issa - I refused. He’s canonically a cat.
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On this Valentine’s Day please don’t forget about the Palestinian people. Candy is being bought in droves while innocent people are starving. While people are planning romantic dinners for their lovers, Palestinian people are losing their lovers to bombs and snipers. There is no rest for the Palestinian people today. Don’t let them mask what’s really happening behind pink ribbon. Fight for love, find empowerment in your love for others. We will not stop fighting, not for a single day. Palestine will be free.
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A bit of a throwback, here - the art is new, but the coloring style is old. I haven't drawn like this since I was 19. It was a good deal of fun to revisit.
This features two parts - one of the kids, and her in-system father. They're very close.
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17 for Valentine~
He looks uncomfortable. One person did come to mind, but he didn't wish to admit to it. "It don't matter. They want me dead anyhow," He brushes you off. While the pair was irritating, he did miss who Irre used to be. He even missed Sonar despite the half skulled skeleton scaring the fuck out of him.
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making her count each time you cum inside her. that whiny dazed voice whimpering out a three as you sink your cock deeper in and give her those final few strokes. she’s so pretty like this, isn’t she? cum dripping down her pussy, the intense warmth on her clit making her twitch. groaning in that low vibrating way into the plush duvet. her inner thighs slick with her own wetness. trembling legs and arched back. she’s been such a good girl. she can take another. she’ll take as many as you’re willing to give. draping your body over hers and taking her jaw in your hand. tell me you’re my good girl. fucked out little moan escaping her throat before she obeys. mmm you really are. rocking slowly back and forth into her, so fucking deep at this angle. the tops of your thighs pressed to the backs of hers. the curve of her ass to your hips and stomach. she feels so good like this. leaning up and taking her hair in your hand, the other on her waist. say it again, what are you. tell me. swirling desperate words eager to reply, they turn sharp as you pull her head back. you’re my what? i didn’t hear you. louder now she says it again. hard thrusts angled slightly upward, forcing her body to meet your pace. and my good girl belongs to me, doesn’t she. say it. breathless agony in her voice, strangled pleasure symphonies. taking the full force of each merciless stroke, eyes rolling back and her swollen lips trying to work the words through a cumdrunk haze of lust.
i’m yours
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