#his ponytail...the bangs...so much fun to draw...

[egophiliac]

the whole school is rallying together to give these boys the full princess experience, and I think that's beautiful! they would all rather die than work together on one single group project, but hell if they won't pull through when sparkly princess outfits are on the line. (I am sad that Grim doesn't get a little ribbon of his own, though. 😔)

also, the return of my favorite literal running joke, Vargas Meets an Immovable Object Face-First at 20 MPH

[goosefries]

hey yall! i just wanted to say thank you SO much for 16k views on my Rules AvA animatic!!!! i actually made a bet with one of my friends that if it got to 15k views i'd MAKE ANOTHER ONE!! and well. it hit 15k.

my next big becker-verse animatic probably going to take longer than this one since i've got a lot on my plate right now,

so in the meantime i thought i'd talk a bit about the animatic and share some of my favorite frames !!!

the animated segments are easily my favorite (obviously). that whole lead-up to the second chorus was SO FUN to draw. when i originally made this i didn't plan on animating any of it to the extent i did, i honestly was making it up as i went along

it turned out i added 3 entire animated segments which all sucked the life out of me (but look incredible). and also that part at the bridge GOD that was a nightmare to make

i wanna talk a bit about their designs since that's what people commented on the most:

it is completely intentional that second, chosen, and victim all have the same-ish hair shape. they all look alike cause they're all connected! dark looks so different because he's not a direct part of the victim->cho->sec line of succession. so he looks a bit out of place next to them LOL!

victim's hair is short in the beginning and grows out to this short ponytail, which changes the shape of his hair a LOT. this is bc over time there's a much larger gap between cho and vic (who look the most similar)

second is all round shapes and curls. he's soft and in his pjs and comfortable (for the most part). the only difference between sec and vic at the beginning is sharpness. if second straightened his hair he'd literally look identical to victim before he grew his hair out

cho's hair is a classic that i can never change, i'm obsessed with his horrible bangs. i forget to draw it a couple times in the animatic but after befriending dark he gets another little hair spike bc he gets messier

dark. dark mfing lord. hate to love him, love to hate him. his design is pretty self explanatory, all sharp and pointy and rough and tumble. if he comes back this season i'd probably soften some of his shape's but we'll honestly have to see

the color gang all have their own stuff that goes into designs, but a lot of it is shaved off for the animatic just b/c of simplicity sake + at the time that AvA season 2 happened they hadn't gotten the full extent of their characterization appearing in AvM

if you've made it this far i'll give you a little hint: my next BIG becker-verse animation will very likely be for AvM. i have some concepts for AvA ones but i really want to give AvM attention too since i cry about it like every few months

lastly, here's some unused frames that didn't make the cut:

THANK YOU ALL SM FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3333

[akiretv]

my design for the toys!!!! (+ honorary members) bon, meg, joy, toddy and springtrap (now renamed spring) for my fnafhs take, fhsc! design explanations and dumb mspaint doodles under the cut!

LET'S START WITH BON!!!! THE GAY REP EVERRRR! For my take Bon is short for Bonifacio, a name Bon lowkey HATESSS and is only really called that by his dad

ok so hot take apparently but i like bon's hairstyle in season 1 FAR MOREE than in season 2 and onward

i find the slicked back look much more iconic than a look that is really just white boy hair swag all messy and with the middle part. BESIDES i find it really contrasts with bonnie's bangs pointing down look, it really also makes his silhouette a lot more recognisable!

thats why my bon has it still!! with a little design quirk! i love simple designs so having his hair be just two bumps makes me happy, but it alsoo lowkey mimicks bunny ears, which is a design thingie i try to give all of the characters who's animals they're based on are bunnies!

in this trusty chart you'll see what i mean they all have ears and are cute and i love them

he also has messy crooked teeth! that boy's not seen a dentist in a while <//3 this is because i also like to give em bunny inspired characters cool little teeth quirks

LOOK OUT ANOTHER CHART

NOW, AN IMPORTANT EXPLANATION

THE 'THE TOYS' STRIPED CLOTHES BRAND

sooooo i bet you've noticed that mangle's ICONIC, CLASSIC black and pink striped leggings are not so black and pink anymore

ok lemme explain

so ive always been kind of ticked off by the whole toys striped clothes thing because bon ofc has his right dark blue and white sleeve

mangle has the iconic black and pink leggings

but joy?

joy just has that random ass ALSO black and pink legging but ONLY on her left leg for really not much reason!

it IS iconic at this point but i always found it to mess with the balance of their designs as a band so thats why in my version

i decided for joy to have her striped brand as a sleeve on her left arm, to complete the trifecta. as for the colors, it also ruffled my feathers a bit that bon's sleeve had white instead of black like mangle and joy. i tried black with their distinctive colors as stripes but i found the solid black to be too eyecatching and distract from the design. so instead i decided for their sleeves to be their distinctive color in dark with four light stripes of that same color! i made joy's orange as to not repeat the same pink mangle has, and to have a bit of callback to the orange elements (beak, chicken feet) that the og toy chica the animatronic has.

by the way, my joy is canonically transfem! she/her only plz

she is also this time golden's half-sister! look at this cool chart of their differences

(joy has eyelashes, a nose that points upwards, blue eyes and a more saturated yellow hair color, she is also taller)

(golden has freckles (they're visible in this particular version of his design for the sake of showing their differences, but they're not drawn on the regular) a nose that doesn't point upwards, a lighter yellow hair color and gray eyes)

also fun little thing! joy's little ahoge ass hair strands on the top of her hair are a reference's to toy chica the animatronic's chicken feathers!

MEG TIME

do i have a reason as to why her hair is now like that? no it was just easier for me to draw, and limiting her pink highlights to only the tip of her ponytail-thing makes it far easier to keep track off and keep consistent. i do have a reason for why she's tanner now, her og blinding white skin did NOT look good with her solid white hair :sob:

she's also canonically foxy's sister too, no more dubiously potential incest LMAO

here's her version of her differences chart with foxy!

(foxy is taller, has a thinner nose and doesn't dye his hair, he's a natural redhead)

(meg has big nosed girl swag, has eyelashes and dyed hair)

also fun fact, meg started to dye her hair white because she'd began to get some gray hairs due to stress, joy re-dyes her hair whenever her roots start showing. my heart fears her hair isnt gonna last more than ten years at this point LMAO

TODDY TIME

toddy,, my beloved,, i love you and your awful personality and your underdeveloped or straight up forgotten plots (her beef with chica in the first season never getting mentioned ever again still makes me lose it) i know how to make you complex pls give me a chanceee

sooo her og design

i prefer her season 1 hairstyle over her season 2 one (she never had a fhszero design GOD TODDY YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER) i find her season 2 hair to be a bit too ridiculous with that toupee looking loop of her bangs. but also toddy is perfect and it lowkey serves camp.

the season 1 dark gray lineart that eddo for some reason cursed herself with does SUCH a disservice to her and her darker skin (which i find to look maybe a tad bit too ashy in season 1, i prefer the tone change of season 2 a lot more)

im allergic to designs that i cant draw with simple shapes so i went against a long hairstyle.

now she has her hair parting in the middle to tie two afro balls that are meant to lowkey resemble bear ears :3 and the remaining hair is twisted in two invisible locs that go over each of her ears

because toy freddy is fat toddy is fat too that is my entire reasoning behing this change LMAO (that and to further diversify the cast and make her silhouette more recognisable because if there's anything i love is being able to tell who someone is by their shadowed figure)

i made her shirt's collar, rim and that red thing thats the equivalent of the boy's tie in their school uniform round to give off a stylish, fancy look

i also decided to scrap the rough blush her og design has as a reference to toy freddy's cheeks

because i feel they dont really work that well in her design, they're too big dots that seem to be haphazardly placed on her face, i think the colour clashes too much with her skin and it is a difficult trait to keep track off and mantain consistency between drawings.

however who knowssssss maybe there'll be one design where she does have something like it referencing toy freddy,, if it were to happen i'd simplify it more like this

(mspaint colors are rough man)

god i love herrrrrrr haaaha all the little storylines ive got in my head for not only her but all these characters that im unable to tell you because first spoilers (if i ever get around to making this youtube show a thing LMAO) and second translating it all to a comprehensible text feels IMPOSSIBLE

look at her anyway

SPRING TIME

so ok I LOVE HIM i think he's like the goodest guy in the entire show? like he has not done anything wrong ever, like morally that guy's going straight to DOUBLE heaven

look at him honestly 10/10 design i love his colors that jacket/hoodie thing is iconic, his dirty blond is MWAH and he's too good for his own good (that grandma that didnt pay him needs to DIE)

soooo why is my version black

not much reason honestly it really is just pure convenience. honestly all the white boy designs i sketched weren't convincing me LOL

this is the first one i did last summer

its got nice ideas, doesnt change much from the og one (mostly just making him bulkier) but i quickly realised that drawing the hoodie that way, so stylised, would be a bit tough for an angle that wasn't facing straight-forward or 3/4 jsjsjs, besides i also wasnt a fan of the hair covering one eye because that's a mangle thing it is the same eye and it just doesnt make much sense

also the way the hair's drawn with all those strands going in different precise directions made it tooooooo hard to replicate them each and every time i drew him again. over all it's got ideas but it also really is stuck to a time when i was developing this artstyle thats more cartoony and stylised.

all the other design tests for the messy blonde hair that doesnt cover any of his facial features weren't going tooooo well so i experimented with different hair textures.. here is the mspaint doodle page of spring's conception!

i got the idea for him pretty quickly and it just came to me naturally. hes my best version im sure.

i find the brown of his skin to nicely match the greens of his clothes. his shoes being that shade of reddish magentaish whateverish are a little bit of a callback to springtrap the animatronic's fleshy bits. and the tore bit on the pants! i found it funny to make the tore fabric look a bit like teeth (as well as the rim of the white shirt spring wears under his hoodie that shows below it) to give it a bit of that body """"""""""""""horror"""""""""""""""" bit, or at least callbacks to it, that springtrap the animatronic has

also the hoodie strings i made to look a bit like wires just like springtrap(TM) :3

so when he has his hoodie up only two of his hair pieces pop out (ooooo rabbit motif ooooo) which admittedly makes him look a little bald but idc its funny so it STAYS

but when he takes it off he has a glorious head full of hair i love him god i love being cringe because i am free

look at him

also sorry but he's the token straight guy :sob: (although that doesnt mean he doesnt kiss boys,, you know, for the fun of it)

also fun fact!

spring and meg's headshapes are the same one, just inverted!

also that fucking dog that i hate still exists yeah bestia but he is NOT SAFE i WILL (maybe, who knows, i dont care enough about him to bother perhaps) hit him with the redesignation beam

who knows maybe i could base him after plushtrap

RRAHHHHHDOODLE TIME

whoops apparently tumblr has a 30 image per post limit LMAO i didnt know that and i hit it just now JSJSJJS

guess i'll post the doodle tirade seperately maybe if i remember

ohhh my god ive had this post in the works for more than TWO WEEKS because i started it right as the semester was nearing its end and ive been CHOKING IN EXAMS AND ASSIGNMENTS AND STRESS but all is well all turned out fine and i am now able to draw my favs from some spanishspeaking youtube webseries that has the premise of what if the fnaf animatronics were white teenagers in high school

hope you guys liked the toys!

also, i just wanna say i appreciate each and every reblog that my latest fhsc post about eak, trap and cami got. i genuinely cherish them with all my heart, makes me feel so good about my own enthusiasm and excitement over this silly little thing, and i regularly reread them whenever i feel down. to all the people that liked it, reblogged it and/or left a little message, you are awesome.

welp, here ends my rant about my thought behind these designs for my own fnafhs take, akire out!

[camprell-art]

I'm sorry I know it's not an ask but like Your Dimentio is just Triple S tier 😫 I stg.

(I mean the way you draw all the characters is amazing)

I swear you reached into another dimension and saw him because that's exactly what he would look like your design is cannon IMHO. He's so pretty I can't

I love your art so much 💕

This is me right now

This means so much to me, I can't even describe my initial emotion when I first read it, I got a little emotional even, because in all those years I was always trying to make my Dimentio "the most perfect" I could, with a face that wasn't too pretty nor too "weird", and also how his entire design should remind the original but also have my headcanons sprinkled there.

So the way I draw him literally got "better" with me getting older, I've drawn him as an anime boy, I've drawn him as a man chained to his 14 year old appearance, I've drawn him looking like a literal maniac, then I got to the ponytail design with the tired looking face and then, finally, the 3000 year old guy that looks like he's 35 or 40, with the "Peach bangs" but it's lower and the long straight ponytail :)

And really, in my head, I read that as a "You did it Camprell, you can rest now" kajshdkja

Thank you so much, and don't worry about asks not being asks, I keep it open to let you guys interact with me, because it's so cool to read what you have to say and I always have fun :)

[featherwingfox]

Muahaha, he drank the potion! Now CHAOS SHALL WRECK HAVOC!!! *Ahem* This drawing was fun to figure out. I knew I wanted him to pose like he's about to get into a battle, a battle that felt like a challenge. His pose had to exude an emotion that wasn't necessarily confident, definitely not like he was gonna lose of course, but specifically a pose that tells his opponent he's ready for a fight and won't back down. I chose the main colors from Rainbow Steve that match Dark Steve the most, for reasons. Reasons some of you can probably guess by the colors, but if someone who has never seen the OG series is here, I'm sorry, you'll never figure it out otherwise. In a later post you will! 😉

His outfit didn't change much, just added color as well to his hair and skin. Which by the way, do y'all like the vitiligo? Whenever I saw the characters fused or had some patches of different color I came up with the idea that it would look like vitiligo. I love how it looks like some of them were just splashed with colors, I had a lot of fun drawing that! His hair is longer, though you can't really tell because his ponytail is behind him, he has grown out those bangs too. And his cloak, just look at those ripples!!! If this was animated I'd love making the cloak flutter, which someday you might see little animatics on my sister's YT channel, but for now random small funny stuff are being posted over there.

Okay! So Chaos Steve is a combination of Dark Steve and Rainbow Steve. This one is a little different from normal Fusions. As seen on Dark's design post, he was holding a colorful potion. This was an extract of Rainbow Steve's powers. Since he stole half of the potion and drank it he became Chaos Steve. Normally, in one of the methods to fuse, I'll explain on a System post, he'd have to fuse with a Steve,cor in this case Rainbow Steve to become Chaos Steve. But with Sabre's introduction of machines, all he needed was the potion. No Steve, just powers. Which was probably a great opportunity since Rainbow Steve could probably defeat him. It would be a tough battle, but still give him a difficult fight. So this potion gave him his powers without having to fight or weaken him to fuse, which is one of the methods of fusion.

Chaos Steve brings out the chaotic and destructive side of Dark Steve. Who would of thought? While Dark Steve is the only one in control, these powers are stronger so he can't help but be a bit overwhelmed. What else would happen to a guy with overwhelming power then to end up like this? Earning the part, "Chaos" in his name. Dark Steve is levelheaded but Chaos Steve is itching for action and probably jumps in fights whenever he can, or other forms of destruction. With such a powerful and dangerous adversary on the loose, we're going to need a hero with ultra powerful abilities to fight this guy! 🌈🌼

Story: Steve Saga (Fan Rewrite)

Character: Chaos Steve

Abilities: Lightning, can fly, summon water/ice/fire, Dark Fire, and disguise.

Personality: Unpredictable, powerful, uncontrollable, chaotic, destructive, and wild.

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne LGBT+ HCs 🖤💙🐍🐇

Intro

My LGBT+ HCs for my beloved KuroEne 🖤💙🐍🐇

Rambles I had with Feila about our NB genderfluid Kuroha/Saeru HC 🖤🐍

I included my doodles under the cut.

I personally HC Kuroha/Saeru as NB genderfluid. I'm obsessed with this HC honestly

I love giving the bi beam and trans/NB beam to my faves since I'm bi NB ^^

Saeru can use Awakening Eyes to change his body into whatever he wants. That’s Genderfluid swag right there

His genderfluid swag is coming in clutch for me!!! 🏳️‍🌈

Saeru, an ancient being who existed even before human civilization existed, and while possessing Konoha, can use Konoha's Eye Ability, Awakening Eyes, to rebuild the body molecule by molecule in KagePro's Novel Route, and can change his body and appearance into whatever he wants.

NB Genderfluid Kuroha/Saeru HC 🏳️‍🌈

Black Konoha (Usual): Wears dark clothing, black and gray

Black Konoha (MR2): Wears black and gray, with white accent colours in the MR2 form

If he chooses alt clothing to wear, then it'll be based in black/white/gray colours and possibly yellow or red as accent colours.

Likes crossdressing for fun. Will wear more feminine clothes when he feels in the mood.

Switches between genders and has a fluid sense of self. Has a preference to appear and act differently to suit the forms he takes. Can use Konoha’s Eye Ability, Awakening Eyes, to change his body to whatever he pleases.

Has a certain affinity to being masc-aligned. Mainly presents as masc, so he mainly uses masc pronouns in his usual form

Switches between pronouns. Mainly goes by He/Him in his usual form that’s masc presenting, and goes by She/Her if she changes her body into a more femme presenting body.

Some rambles to go along with my HCs. My doodles are under the cut!

Kuroha/Saeru Doodles 🖤💛🐍

The Kuroha doodle at the end was a WIP I had from October that I planned to be Kuroha wearing Viet clothes. I still need to draw his clothes and a matching Ene

I tried re-imagining my buff NB genderfluid Kuroha/Saeru HC.

Included the canon design (including that's a WIP so I didn't draw any clothes yet), the last image is my HC design of femme Saeru.

I'm planning for the WIP to be Kuroha/Saeru wearing traditional Viet clothes 💞

I drew the last one much quicker so it's not as refined. I just wanted to get the idea down

Most femme Saeru fan designs I see have her as more cutesy femme with a skirt, but I wanted her to have a more ikemen/handsome look and still look really menacing and dangerous.

I imagined her having shoulder length hair and a long ponytail. I made her hair less round cuz I wanted it to be more messy.

Saeru with black nails is an HC that feels perfectly fitting~ It just feels so natural on Saeru.

Feila said that it fits femme Saeru to be more androgynous and still wear the usual clothes with the pants and boots.

Buff femme Saeru feeds my gay side.

Femme Saeru can eat me. I need her carnally!!!

I love genderfluid HCs of Kuroha/Saeru (KagePro) and Kama (Kamadeva) (FGO) because they're both characters that would change their bodies to suit their partner's desires.

...

F: OH MY GOD, SHE'S A HANDSOME WOMAN 🔥

Lady prince

LooOOVE IT

Me: Ty!!! I'm glad you like my take on femme Saeru ☺️

I've been wanting to draw it for a long time

I wanted femme Saeru to be a handsome woman…

Actually now that I think about it a long ponytail would've made more sense if her hair was more round but oh well, I'm keeping it cuz it looks nice

F: It's fanon, let's forget the canon exists /j

I was thinking of a hairstyle like this but messier and more flowyyy

Me: Oooh inchresting! Oh that would make sense for the ponytail!

F: I also imagine her having longer side bangs

Me: Oh yeah like I was considering whether to draw her like the Konoha beta design but I just ended up going with the above

Though it's true that since Saeru can change his appearance as it wishes, she can have different hairstyles too. I decided to keep the Saeru bangs that his canon design has on the side

F: Fem Konoha looks so cool, Idk if I should be happy or sad it was passed to Kido

Me: And then made the hair messier and less round for femme Saeru

And then added a long ponytail

Yeah it looks like femme Konoha's design was used for Kido instead

F: Also you gave Fem Kuroha abs, is this intentional? 👁️

Me: Yeah I wanted her to be a buff woman ☺️

I didn't draw them on masc Saeru cuz it'll be covered with clothes anyways

(Well it'll be covered with femme Saeru's clothes too, but y'know)

Me: I just HC masc Kuroha/Saeru like Judar (Magi) with being more muscular since the guy can change his body, but not having a 6 pack

F: Let them flex that to Ene, they'll be fine 👍

Inspiration

Summer Kiara and Maou (Demon King) Nobunaga by Pako (@/pakosun)

I was inspired by the way Pako (@/pakosun), a popular FGO character designer and fan artist, draws faces on more mature adult femme charas

This is what I want to draw my wife Kiara like someday... 💗💞💘

(CW: Sexually suggestive, ecchi)

The Summer Kiara art by Pako is pretty ecchi so I'll put a warning for the full version. I'll crop it for this post.

Mainly the expression vibes of this Summer Kiara and Maou (Demon King) Nobu by Pako (@/pakosun), is what I imagined for femme Saeru.

KuroEne with femme Saeru

Rambles with Feila!

Me: I HC Kuroha/Saeru as non-binary genderfluid. NB genderfluid Kuroha/Saeru switching between genders and crossdressing or dressing more femme on certain days... UWAHHH!!! 🖤❤️

F: YES.

Me: Snake whose gender fluctuates depending on what he feels like but he still kills people ❤️🫶

F: He shares a closet with Ene :3 So they can trade clothes on a random day

Me: Yeah it's not like it'll be a problem for him cuz of Awakening Eyes. He can make the clothes himself when he changes his body by rebuilding it.

F: He's just silly <3

F: OH YEAH SJJSJS. RIP Kuroha, you would've loved Gothic fashion

Me: DLASKLDKLSKLSKL

F: Imagine witnessing a murder and the murderer is in a fancy-looking dress

Me: HAHA

Me: We also need KuroEne Routes where it's yuri from the beginning cuz Saeru Hebi changes her body with Awakening Eyes. So femme Kuroha/Saeru develops more synergy with the MekaDan girls.

F: "Was it casual?" KuroEne (but I agree)

F: I imagine her looking like the Konoha beta design except for the clothes. Femme Saeru’s clothes would be from the current canon one imo. So just longer hair and a more feminine body

Me: Same as well.

I'm not gonna draw Saeru with the beta design's clothes, the usual Black Konoha outfit fits her more

Femme Saeru Design Ideas

Me: I have a question. So I imagine NB genderfluid femme Kuroha/Saeru changes her body with the use of Awakening Eyes.

I have a couple different imaginations for femme Kuroha's design and hairstyle. I could draft up design ideas at some point tbh

Femme Saeru Design Ideas

Hairstyle is similar to the canon one but longer, she has a long ponytail at the back

She has long strands of hair like the Konoha beta design

Black Konoha outfit with pants

Black Konoha outfit with a skirt, but no leggings

Black Konoha outfit with a skirt, but has leggings similar to the gray pants with black arrow patterns

F: I was thinking of her being an androgynous type of girlie.

So pants and keep the original top (the shirt with holes in them)

(Totally not projecting)

Me: Oooh I see! I could see femme Saeru be either (masc androgynous) or super femme

Since she can play around with her appearance, she doesn't mind

F: She just wanna look good >:D

Me: Ene and femme Saeru, I need you carnally

Me → Ene: I'll top you!!!

Me → Femme Saeru: Top me!!!

I need to eat Ene, but I need femme Saeru to eat me

F: JUST IMAGINE A RABBIT HOLE BY DECO*27 PARODY WITH ENE OMFG

Me: Now that you mention it… I've never thought about how far Ene's blue stripes go up her legs/thighs.

F: True, reading some anthologies, apparently she also have some on her arms?? I forgot which one tho

Me: Anthologies are technically fanon works so they're not canon/official/primary source material, but just "semi-official."

Since Iirc Sidu doesn't draw stripes on her arms. They’re only on the legs

Me: Saeru would definitely tease Ene by slipping her outer gray shirt off the shoulders slightly...

F: Oh she would. Look respectfully, Ene 💥

Me: Like with that whole KagePro summer art

F: So it's only on the legs then. Odd choice of body part but okay :D

Me: Wonder how far the stripes goes up her legs tbh cuz it just makes me wonder where I should stop it

I always HC'ed them to stop around the crotch so you get a line. Like I'd stop the lines around the upper thigh tbh. Since I don't think she has them near her stomach.

F: My interpretation of Ene’s markings at least

Me: Yeah that's how I imagined it too.

Me: Inchresting cuz Saeru would act the exact same and Ene would get just as flustered around him but there would definitely be subtle differences due to gender dynamics.

F: These two (Kuroha and Ene) need to stop being horny

Me: Like I feel like Ene would definitely act softer around femme aligned charas, so Saeru probably makes a mental note to herself that it's inchresting she acts softer towards her now.

F: Yeah, that's what I think too. Like the distinct treatment with how Takane acts with Shintaro vs. Ayano. Ene would probably feel a bit more comfortable being the assertive one with femme Saeru.

Me: Right like she’s super snappy and aggressive towards Shintaro, but super soft towards Ayano

Me: Irt Ene's markings

Also I assume she doesn't have the markings on her actual legs where the thigh highs are? Cuz to me it'd be odd if she had thigh highs matching the exact same place she has markings showing

F: Idk about that, might wanna ask Sidu

Me: Yeah. The one time we see Ene with her leggings off, it's from a view where we wouldn't be able to see the front of her legs. I'm gonna assume no. Though we’ve never seen Ene without leggings

F: But Femme Saeru would still bridal carry Ene, change my mind 💥💥💥

Me: I agree with this 🖤💙 She would bridal carry her small bunny wife…

Me: YEAH like femme Saeru is still very unhinged, evil, and insane, but Ene would act softer around femme Saeru. I feel like she’d still be very dangerous and intimidating looking, but have a bit of a softer face.

Cuz while their general dynamic (Smug flirty sexually aggressive x easily embarrassed tsun) would be the same, there would definitely be subtle changes due to the gender dynamics.

F: Still fairly the same just femme and gay as fucking hell

F: Sorry but I imagine her looking like a mother. Like similar facial structures to Shizuku (ProSeka)

Me: Femme Kuroha/Saeru as that Ara Ara (Oh my, my) evil lover. Ene’s 6'0" tall snake demon S/O ☺️

F: So are we gonna forget the fact that Ene is as tall as her tits-

Me: In terms of expression vibes, I imagine femme Kuroha/Saeru like this Summer Kiara. And this Maou (Demon King) Nobu

F: Damn a menacing stare

Me: She needs to look hot and menacing and intimidating to me!!! I can't have her look too soft

F: They have that masc-esque face structure, I approve >:D

Me: Yeah I love how Pako draws ikemen/handsome women. He’s my hero in terms of FGO artists

F: Saeru wouldn't be hyperfemme, it just doesn't fits her for me (totally not projecting ×2)

Me: Yeah and Saeru seems to prefer masc presenting appearance in terms of clothes and mannerisms as well? Like he could change his body to anything he wants and he opts for the Black Konoha and Black Konoha (MR2) form.

Like I imagine Saeru goes super femme if she's playing around

Me: I was just thinking about this but Saeru can keep clanging his body and appearances as long as they're in a Route where KuroEne play the game alone together. If they were with the MekaDan he'd have to stick to one form from the very beginning ofc

F: Oh right, because they're in more closed-space so like, they both know and witnessed each other's eye powers

Me: Yeah, so Kuroha/Saeru can reveal his identity to Ene from the very beginning as long Ene doesn't meet the rest of the MekaDan until August 15th. So he can use Awakening Eyes to change his body and appearance as he pleases.

[elsieramblezz]

Yelanna (the main character)

Yelanna. This young woman is the future queen of an elven clan that reside in the woods. (I have not done much world building but I plan to work on that more soon) Because she is the main character she obviously has a troubled past, so that obviously means she has a dead parent. Her mother died when she was young, her father never full got over that even though he did re-marry, her father became very cruel and distant after. (I will talk more about her father later) Yelannas stepmom is the queen of this elf kingdom, but she is literally one of the sweetest people ever and Yelanna really likes her. In my mind, Yelanna is around 18, so she isnt quite ready to start leading. Now, Yelanna has her group of friends which includes, Ruby who is a vampire, Mavin who is also an elf, Noor (I cant decide if I want them to be a werewolf or control wind), and the love interest Eren who is human. 

My drawing for Yelanna isnt done yet so for now Im just going to tell you what she looks like. Alright, she is a tall girly so Id like to say around 5’10 ish. SHe has olive skin and white hair that matches her bio mom. Fun fact, these particular elves, when they scar, the skin of the scar will turn a color different from their natural skin color, and it's different for everyone, so that means that Yelanna has some pink scars! Yelanna has a scar on the left side of her neck and on her right shoulder. Another fun fact is that the iris of the elves eyes is a square (If that isnt physically possible idgaf this is my whimsical fantasy world) and their pupils can be like stars or literally any shape. Her eyes are an amber color that are just like her fathers. She has some curtain esc bangs and her hair is in a high ponytail most of the time. 

Ok, onto her family life. Yelanna use to be really close with her dad when she was like 6 but when her mother got really sick her father started to lose his fatherly warmth. Eventually that lead to the inevitable and she no longer has a good relationship with him. When he re married he got a little better but not enough to make up for all that he has done. Her step-mom, Angelica, is the kindest sweetest elf you will ever meet. She stands up for Yelanna constantly and loves her friends. She also knows that she cannot replace Yelannas bio mom and she respects that fact but Yelanna does call her mom. 

Thats all I got for now cuz I dont want to spoil the whole thing but I hope you enjoys some of my rambling. Ill post a moodboard for her soon and maybe a playlist. Also the drawing will be done soon!

[belsonfromclarence]

Post that is nonsense to everyone who isn't me

The cruel harsh reality is that if I made a Clarence-sona I couldn't give her Belson hair like I could with my dragon ball pichi-pichi-girl sona becasue that hair was inspired by how Belson's hair is drawn and I couldn't literally do that again with a Clarence sona becasue literally the show is Clarence and it's the show that Belson is from and I wouldn't want her to look like she's a Noles.

But literally literally literally that's the damn show that the hair is from like literally ... she SHOULD have that hair.

Ok Ok back up a moment. When I was 16 I was so deeply morbidly grossly obsessed with Belson becasue I saw myself in him (and projected a lot, and I could not handle the times when I was wrong) and a (admittedly small) part of that was that I felt like his family had my family's hair and I thought that that was cool. When I was 18 I got a haircut and literally had Belson hair

I've been growing it out ever since so now it's much longer and TBH not that fucking curly . I have a photo of me when I was 14 and I had such luscious curly locks . Nowadays I try to have beatitioful hair and it doesn't work. I mean it was shorter than but also I don't think I took care of it as well. WELL WHATEVER.

I've never made sonas and I don't do well with them but I've been growing & changing & hating myself less and a year or so ago I was able to humour the creation of a dragon ball pichi-pichi girl sona AKA a cute girl sona character to in theory help remedy how I've spent my life hiding in male characters and resenting any femininity I have. And for complex reasons regarding my sense of beauty , I needed something to vent this beauty into.

Well of course I drew her hair trying to be inspired by dragon ball artstyle but also when I could I'd doodle it exactly like how Belson's hair is drawn (or really Cynthia's, with the up-do). Becasue that's what I wanted .. that's what I thought would look good, be cute, and feel right.

So that's cool that I got to do that.

And I COULD, perhaps SHOULD, give a theoretical Clarence-sona that same hair artstyle, becasue this is actually the show that I got it from. There are a lot of characters with that loop-de-loop hair. She wouldn't stand out at all nor would she blend in too much with pre-existing characters.

But IDKKKKK. I'm not sold. I would like to give her the cute hairstyle that I gave to the pichi-pichi girl sona, which is a fluffy high-ponytail puff and curly bangs. But in real life I cannot get the ponytail to stay that high. I don't know how ppl do it. Furthemore my hair is too long to be that fluffy now. It kind of suuuucks. I'm conceiving of a manner in which I could draw her hair that would convey that while still being of the style of the show.

OR I could just .. do the fluffy fun pretty hair ......

The thing is I woke up at like 5 am this morning and did not fall back asleep until after I had thought up of a Clarence sona. I didnt know I wanted that but after I worked throuhg some ideas I felt peace and fell asleep. And Like. I have an awesome opporutiny

She can work in sales and be the worst at it (my real life) and wear all my cute pretty outfits that I get to wear to work for real in real life. WELL priobably just the most formal ones. And I'd probbaly make up one too. For her default

So I could really do something that's more realistic than fantastical. I have all the grounds for it.

Do you see what I'm laying down ... She could meet Noah From Sales

Well anyway. Good morning tumblr

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Oh boy, I love my lil' guys appearances, since I like to draw, so we're doing ALL the regulars that show up on tumblr (I have others that ONLY live in my notes apps).

Living, Dead, and Undecided:

Hazel: her bows everywhere do a lot for me. I love that she LOOKS like such an innocent little girl, but in reality, they're actually an immortal murder-goblin witch

Kate: mud brown hair + agressively regular wardrobe. Our token party human certainly looks unassuming and it helps her get underestimated.

Chase: Big sad wet red eyes

Zachary: Dessicated green corpse goblin skin

Sam: F L U F F Y E

RWA Students:

Amber: big, super crooked nose. Tbh, I would say nose for everybody if I could---I LOVE giving people unique noses! But Amber's is a fave. Between that and her necromancer colors, it makes her look kind of like a classic storybook witch!

Seth: TALL and LANKY. He DOES NOT fit in doorframes and his limbs are WAY too fucking long for anyone's comfort but he still manages to seem graceful and put together (it's all a lie. Jax has watched him bang himself up tumbling out of bed enough times to know).

Paige: Brown hair brown eyes brown skin! She's brown brown brown brown and it's BEAUTIFUL!

Claire: CHUBBY! She just is so round and soft in every way! Cheeks, hair, belly, arms legs---my beatiful fat girl!

Jax: Lichtenberg scars on the entire right side of his body, resulting in a droopy half-paralyzed face. It makes it a fun challenge for me because I have to remember to always draw him non-symmetrically.

Saylor: ridiculously bruised, cut, burned, scarred, scraped, and generally fucked up face and body. She is SO not careful and it SHOWS and it injects her with SO much personality!

Vigilance: Their turquoise box braids are SO cool and SO fun to draw!

The Motley Crew/Gunpowder and Broken Glass:

Kestrel: Long shiny black hair! A lot of my OCs---especially the fighting oriented ones---are perfectly willing to sacrifice looks for practicality and wouldn't have long hair that can be grabbed easily, or at least wouldn't have it exposed when fighting. Kessie though? She likes to look good, and her hair is no exception. Just try to pull her hair. She dares you.

Felicia: I really love that her being so pale means you can see it EVERY evidence of her fucked up existence spelled out plainly on her skin. Her massive bags, her blood and bruises, her permanent frostbite are all so stark and clear on her.

Slick: His eyepatch, bandana, and bitten ear! For how many pirates I've drawn over the years, I've actually almost never given any of them eyepatches or other stereotypical pirate trappings, so it's great fun for me! His stupid little greasy ponytail is a close runner up though.

Twitch: The whole wardrobe---overall shorts, stupid socks, goggles, poncho---it's basically just a grab-bag of all my favorite steampunk/fantasy appearance tropes.

Hothead: To very intentionally toot my own horn, the mix of golem and enchanted clockwork traits she has. Most regular enchanted clockworks are life-rank, some are storm or myth, but Hothead is fire and powered by coal and steam---more like a golem. So I had a lot of fun giving her a furnace and smokestacks and steam pipes.

Spiraling into Insanity:

Melody: HOT PINK HAIR AND BLACK NAILS AND LIPSTICK! She puts effort into looking hot and it works!

Benny: Bathrobe-style robe and very unkempt hair. He always looks like he got dragged out of bed for this (which he did).

Chorustown Chronicles (R.I.P. to everybody, you shouldn't know who these guys are even if you ARE keeping track of my OCs):

Ren: Love her light, airy, colorful, very femme clothing as Serenity, love her spooky glowing goggles as Watchdog.

CJ: Shocking blue eyes as Cory, COVID mask as Cleric

Others: Hashing out their designs has been on my to-do list forever, but from what I DO know, there's a large spectrum of masks here. Theatrical masks, bandanas, dominos, helmets, visors, goggles, ski masks, and more! If it covers your face, someone is using it!

Residents of Reveria:

Since I did just design my fantasy life OCs and mostly talked about their wardrobe in that post: I really am a huge fan of all three girls' hair.

Sella's platinum blonde princess curls, Ginger's messy wavy orange ponytail, and Autumn's unkempt, choppy, auburn bob all bring me a lot of joy and say a lot about their characters!

share a physical feature of your oc's that you like a lot!

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

SOME OF MY OWN ARTWORK CHECK THIS OUT!!!!!!

Yes, I am an artist lol. I’m not the best, and I don’t have very much art that I deemed worthy enough to share with you guys. I only just thought to share it since I signed up as an artist for the Sonic Big Bang event!! Super happy and I hope I get in, so to boost my chances I decided to bite the bullet and see what yall think of my own Sonic artwork! I’ve drawn some more than just this, but again, there wasn’t much that I was very truly proud of.

Here’s some sketchy doodles I did of Sonic just falling asleep in random places. First two are him taking some well-deserved naps with his bros after the events of Frontiers and issue 56 of the IDW comics, and the last is Amy just finding him snoozing under the bed instead of in the bed itself.

(Last one is based off a small comic dub Adrenaline Dubs did a few years back. Wonderful dub and is super fun to watch, highly recommend)

Tried doing some Sonadow Prime doodles in my style and hated it so I kinda stopped working on the whole thing. May continue some day but for now this is it.

NOW THIS IS MY REAL PRIDE AND JOY. PEOPLE SAY YOU SHOULDNT HAVE A FAVORITE CHILD BUT I DO AND THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHILD.

Yes, I am an echidna Amy truther. Well, more so a half echidna Amy truther. I saw this theory float around on my dash back in the day, and so I decided to draw Amy as a half echidna. I’ve switched up her design a little bit since this first doodle page, but the general base of the design remains the same to this day. I’ll try to find some up-to-date drawings of her that are fully completed but so far I’ve come up short.

And I’m also a resident Ponytail Knuckles enjoyer so I obviously had to give the baby boy a ponytail. His design is also pretty dated, as back then I didn’t know what to give him in terms of an outfit. (I don’t like drawing naked Mobians so I give all of them clothing) I’ve since rectified that in traditional doodles where his outfit is more based on the movie echidna outfits.

Their color palettes are staying the same tho because LOOK AT THAT SHIT AND TELL ME THAT IS NOT ABSOLUTE GODDAMN EYE CANDY MMMMMMM SO GOOD AND TASTY

Hope you enjoyed looking at my art! I’m still evolving my art style as time goes on and a lot of this is either super cringe or super old, but I don’t have much else that I’m super proud of. Maybe later on I’ll make more finished pieces to share with you all. For now though, this is what you get.

Again, I really hope you enjoyed my art… I also hope I get into the event as an artist. I’d love to be able to evolve my style even more past what it already is!

[mpathicoracle]

so bc im posting my toh oc's story on ao3 i havent rly described eralynne eira all that much, and corva (and thus the extinct harbinger ravens). and the rest of their fam

and bc i cant draw worth shit all ive done is make picrews fdsjgjs

anyways, harbinger ravens are about 2x the size of a normal raven, with solid violet/purple eyes. their feathers look like they were dipped and purified in pure oil. in certain lights the feathers just look pitch black, but in other lightings you could probably see every color imaginable if they move. Harbinger Ravens, bc they had oracle magic of their own, had a unique ability of passing knowledge onto those they deemed worthy, thus the myth that they were the ones who taught the first inhabitants of the Boiling Isles Oracle magic. when they do so, there would be a purple sheen over your eyes, which would go away once the passing-of-knowledge was done.

Corva, the Harbane family Harbinger Raven Palisman, is about the size of an average american crow, but all other Harbinger Raven attributes is the same for her. especially the oracle magic part. the other special, unique thing about her is that she can speak to anyone, not just her owner (similar to Bat Queen, considering she was a palisman at one point). most of the time Corva chooses not to, and does so only to either a) freak people out bc it's funny, or b) people she genuinely likes. she's mostly known to use her oracle magic to pass on knowledge to eira as needed, and, in the case of eira's 3x-great-grandfather, to track people down. Corva's a sassy lil shit but incredibly wise and intensely intelligent. another fun fact: she likes to Bite >;3

eira and their older brother mikolas both have naturally light-blue hair, inherited from their father, who's hair has gone darker with age, and inherited the color from his mother, eira's grandmother (who's hair is now ashy gray). eira's grandfather and great-grandfather, however, has black hair. eira's mother has dark brown hair. eira's little sister gisela inherited the dark brown hair.

eira, an odd-case with the family, has gray eyes, as does their mother and sister. their grandmother has brown. the rest of the family (mikolas, their father, grandfather, and great-grandfather) have hazel/golden eyes, which was typically a strong trait within the Harbane family.

at the present moment in the fic, eralynne's eira's hair, at age 10-12, is long, about chest-length, and has some wave to it. mikolas typically kept his hair short and slicked back (in order to make him seem more "proper" blegh). their father is similar, and has a five-o-clock shadow almost all the time gross. havent rly fleshed out what exactly eira's grandparents look like bc they can suckit lmfao. their great-grandfather had permanent smile lines, having typically been a joyous man. his hair was kept incredibly short in order to be able to take care of it more easily, and he has a bit of a hunched back from old age. eira's mother usually kept her hair in a tight bun or ponytail, almost never wearing it down. gisela, as she got older, kept her hair about the same length as 10-12-yr-old eira's, just past her shoulder.

when eira left their family (13/14), they cut their hair short, their waves being more prominent, with loose bangs and just past their ears. they kept it short until they were almost 18, when they started to grow it back out. by the time theyre 29 (end of TOH timeline, pre-WAD-timeskip), their hair was just barely down to their waist, but they typically keep it up, whether it braided buns, regular buns, or just a ponytail.

anyway that took some time out of my day to type out enjoy shfhsg

[humming-doodles]

been thinking a lot about howl’s moving castle and how dope the bird wizard design was. ignore the fact it’s ling everything i draw just sort of turns into him at this point

[theringers]

counting crimes - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part three

summary: “wandering eyes and comfortable lies, you seem to sleep just fine” counting crimes / nessa barrett

a/n: i’m thinking there’s only gonna be two more parts but that may change, we’ll see. enjoy this and let me know what u think! feedback is always appreciated xoxo

also this gif today killed me

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex shocker!, lil angst, cocky pierre

Your eyes widen as you try to comprehend what to do. Someone was at the door and Pierre was still inside of you, in shock. “Hey, y/n? Are you in there?” Max’s voice could be heard through the door. He tried to push the door in but the deadbolt stopped him.

You glared at Pierre, cleared your throat and placed a finger on his lips. “Yes, give me a few seconds.” You panicked and pulled your dress up, trying not to make too much noise.

Where the fuck was Pierre supposed to go? You should have just kept quiet. Your eyes focused on the window and you pointed towards it, quietly shoving him out.

He squeezed himself through the window and stepped down onto the grass. After quietly shutting the window, you looked in the mirror and readjusted your dress. Your hair needed some readjusting as well, so you quickly brushed through it.

You unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door to see your husband. “Hey,” he smiled at you, genuinely happy to see you.

“Hi, Max.” Your voice was shaking but you smiled to try to play it off. You usually had a good amount of time to psych yourself up before you went back to Max but you could still feel how Pierre had fucked you.

You were awful. He placed his hands on your hips and kissed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re kind of hot.” He placed the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Yeah, it was really hot in there but I feel better now.” Hopefully he would buy that story.

“Well, if you’re feeling better now, I have an idea.” His hands rested on your hips again and pulled you into his body. “We have a few minutes to kill. What do you say we have a little bit of fun in here? It is our anniversary after all.” His lips found your neck and placed soft, gentle kisses on the skin. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby.” You were feeling sexually frustrated after being interrupted but he was right. It was your anniversary, so what the hell.

You leaned your neck to the side, inviting him in. “I love this dress, but it needs to come off.” He looked you in the eyes and smiled, reaching around for the zipper. He bent his knees and slowly pulled your dress to your ankles. His hands rested around your calves and move upwards while his lips trailed kisses on the soft skin of your thighs.

His finger pushed aside your panties and he slid a finger between your folds. “Jesus baby, you’re so wet.” He smiled and looked up at you. You moaned and rolled your eyes into the back of your head to avoid making eye contact with him. His tongue found its way between your legs, licking lightly before fucking your pussy with his tongue. You let out a moan while your body jerked toward his face uncontrollably. You needed him to finish you off so badly.

His fingernails ran lightly over the skin on your abdomen down to your thighs. “Oh, Max” you moaned.

Your hand quickly covered your mouth, remembering that even though he wasn’t out there possibly listening there were other people who shouldn’t hear you right now either.

He pulled his suit pants down and took himself in his hand, smiling at you. “I love you,” he said before entering you. He pressed against your body and thrusted up into you while looking in your eyes.

“I love you too, baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a moan.

Sometimes you forgot what it was like to have sex without the looming threat of someone finding out. Instead of worrying about someone catching you cheating, you were able to focus on the sensation and the intimacy but even now, something was missing.

Max left the bathroom before you, allowing you more time to clean up and look normal. You didn’t want to draw any more attention. “Hey guys, sorry I wasn’t feeling to well.” You said, grabbing your napkin off the table and taking your old seat. Max looked flushed for obvious reasons and couldn’t hide his smile.

You turned to your left and smiled at Pierre and Anna. “Did I miss anything?” Pierre’s gaze was glued to the stage ahead and he refused to look at you. His jaw was clenched and you could feel the steam coming out of his ears. You made eye contact with Anna and cocked your head in confusion. Why was he acting this way? Maybe Anna thinks it’s something she did wrong.

“Nothing important, for us at least,” she said, fixing single pieces of her hair.

Max’s hand gripped your inner thigh and he looked over to you and smiled. You returned the smile but immediately looked in Pierre’s direction to see him still refusing to look at you, his fist balled at his side.

Hotels in random cities at 2 am are lonely. The sound of Max’s snores kept you awake longer than expected. Your mind was wandering to places you wish it wouldn’t and you couldn’t get silence long enough to dream. The air conditioner in the room was set to the coolest temperature - hotel air always hitting different. Your mouth was dry, making you uncomfortable and adding to another thing making you unable to sleep.

You pulled the covers aside in frustration and grabbed a pair of shorts to put on under Max’s oversized Red Bull Racing shirt. You looked around for the room key and slid it off the table as soon as you spotted it.

As you stood in the elevator, you looked down and noticed your bare feet. It was 2 am so you were hoping there was no one important in the lobby. You just wanted a sip of cold water to help put you to sleep.

The night before races always made you nervous. You never knew what was going to happen so you had a constant pit in your stomach over your husband’s safety. That stress only increased when you began sleeping with another driver. Someone else’s safety to worry about.

You smiled at the older couple that greeted you when the elevator door opened. You crossed your arms and tip toed to the mini bar, grabbing the largest bottle of water they carried. After giving the gentleman your room number, you ran towards the closing elevator doors only to be met with familiar blue eyes. His hair was messy and his skin was glowing from sweat.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, stepping to one side. Even though he clearly just worked out you could still smell the strong scent of his cologne. “How have you been, y/n?”

“I’ve been okay. Your summer break looked fun,” you took a quick sip of your water and smiled at him.

“As did yours.” The silence was uncomfortable. You two were always laughing and talking nonstop. It was what you loved about him.

You focused on the pounding of your heart and your eyes wandered, trying to pass the uncomfortable time.

You suddenly lost your balance as the elevator shook, the lights flickered off, and the cables stopped. Turning your head towards Pierre, you began to get worried.

“Did this just break?” He asked, pressing the floor buttons and hoping the lights would come back on.

“Just our luck.” You laughed at yourselves. Why did the universe hate you? You plopped down onto the ground and twiddled your thumbs, realizing that you left your phone in the hotel room. “Do you have your phone?” You asked Pierre.

He lifted his wrist to show his apple watch. “I just went on a run. I never bring it with me on a run.” Of course he didn’t.

You groaned and banged your head on the wall behind you.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He laughed, pleased with himself. He slid down to join you on the floor, the summer heat starting to creep into the elevator.

After not speaking for the entire summer break, this unconventional meeting was quite uncomfortable. You watched on Instagram as him and his wife vacationed in Bali, looking happy as ever. Granted, he did the same with you but he would never admit it. He had too much pride.

“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” You asked him, bluntly.

He looked at you making you feel dumb. “Why do you think I didn’t? I spent four weeks straight with Anna. Would you want me calling you up while you were on holiday with Max?”

“I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words. “I just would have liked to talk to you.”

“I told you before, I can’t keep doing this.” He said, exhausted at the back and forth you two had done.

“Yet, you do. You tease me and torture me and then say you need to be devoted to her. It’s not fair to me.” You let out a deep breath, exhausted over feeling this way.

“You want to talk about fair? You had sex with Max right after me. Less than five minutes after I was inside of you, he was too.”

You looked at him confused.

“I thought you were just going to talk to him for a few moments and then send him off.” Oh no. “I was waiting for you to open the window and let me back in.” He ran his hands over his face.

“Pierre, I’m so-”

“Don’t, y/n.”

He heard you and Max. You felt remorse for doing it, putting Pierre through that. But at the same time, you didn’t. Pierre is sleeping with his friend’s wife. He has no place to be jealous or mad. He comes second.

“How much did you hear?”

“I left when I heard him talk about how wet you were. He thought it was because of him but he had no idea that it was all for me.” Pierre scooted closer to you and put his hand on your thigh.  “He has no idea how wet you get for me.” He moved in closer to your ear. “How good I make you feel.”

Your head spun at his words. When he made you cum, you forgot about everything in the entire world except for him.

“I’m really sorry, Pierre. That was shitty of me.” You rested your hand on his chest. “Let me make it up to you.” Your hand moved to his thigh and grazed over his thin mesh gym shorts.

You pulled his shorts off and took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head. He pulled your loose hair into his hand as a makeshift ponytail. He let soft groans escape his lips, being mindful of the setting. He would look down to see you taking him fully and have to look away or else he would finish quicker than he would like. Each time his eyes trailed down, his hips thrusted uncontrollably and a grunt would leave his lips.

“That’s it baby,” he said, in a low tone but almost whining. “God, your mouth feels so good. It was made to take my cock.” He continued to fill your mouth and throat, making you gag and tighten around him.

He pulled your head up by your hair and looked at you. “Come sit on my face.” He looked at your outfit, examining how he could take it off in the easiest way possible. He slipped off your comfortable sweat shorts, leaving you in just your Red Bull tee.

He laid down on the ground and hoisted your legs up and around his chest, getting the perfect view of your ass.

You stroked his cock and started to grind your hips against his chest. He took you in his hands immediately, not up for teasing, and pulled you onto his face. You rocked your hips over his face at a slow, light pace while still focusing on taking him in your mouth.

His tongue flicked your clit while his thumbs massaged your ass, pressing down hard and most definitely leaving bruises.

You moaned at the feeling of your legs beginning to tingle. He loved to 69 with you because every time you got an ounce of pleasure, your moans vibrated around his cock. You would tighten your throat and gag, sending him down a spiral. You both knew how to make each other feel incredible.

His facial hair tickled your inner thighs and left light scratches on the skin. As you ground your hips into his mouth, the sensation got rougher but the pleasure just increased.

He used his ab muscles to thrust into your throat, looking for his release. You tightened your grip around the base of his cock and suctioned even harder with your mouth as he let go.

Your legs went fully numb as the tension began to build in your stomach. You reached your peak, hearing Pierre’s tongue lap at your juices.

You rolled off of his body, looking for your shorts. The guilt was already beginning to set in and you couldn’t escape it now. You were stuck.

Pierre wiped his mouth with his hand and you noticed his whole face was wet. He was still smiling.

“I just hope Anna and Max aren’t standing there waiting for us when these doors decide to open.”

“Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake?” You laughed, brushing your fingers through your now knotty hair.

Pierre pulled his shorts back on and looked at you. “Now be honest with me, who eats your pussy better? Me or him?”

“You can’t ask me that.”

“I can and I did.”

“Well, I’m not going to give you an answer.”

He laughed at you, not the reaction you were expecting. “Don’t worry, I already have the answer. I heard the sounds you make when he’s between your legs. It’s nothing compared to the sounds you just made for me.” He winked at you, knowing exactly where you stand with him.

next part

[yaskefer]

sons and seams and symphonies

read on ao3

This is my contribution to the Jaskier Mini Bang 2022 (@jaskierminibang) my first fandom event ever! Super excited to share this fic with you, along with the basolutely stunning decoupage art @nadik1 did for it that you can check out here.

summary: When Renfri escapes Stregobor’s men, she leaves behind a brother. Stregobor compensates. When Geralt enters the tower at Blaviken, he senses the presence of another being other than the mage and his illusions. The two things are connected.

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Renfri had messed up her stitches again. They were uneven and did not look like flowers at all, and her fingers were sore from the dozen times she’d pricked them. She stuck her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and scowling. She’d much rather be with Jaskier right now, playing knights and brigands, maybe. Or try to train Daisy with as many wrong commands as possible to annoy the stablemaster. 

She blew out a noisy breath, setting down the ruined embroidery work, and stood up. Technically, she didn’t need to be doing needlework right now. But she needed to show Jaskier that she could do it. If he could make recognisable buttercups in straight rows across a long piece of ribbon, she could at least stitch one recognisable flower. 

She reached back to touch said ribbon, currently tied around her hair, keeping it out of her eyes. It was a simple ponytail, something both Jaskier and their stepmother disliked. Jaskier wasn’t allowed to keep his hair long, so he always wanted to play with Renfri’s, who’d rather have it cut short halfway to her ear, but wasn’t allowed to. 

Sometimes she wished she could swap places with Jaskier. She knew Jaskier would agree too. 

The door to her room flew open, and Jaskier strode in. He paused when he saw her abandoned needlework, before leaning over to take a better look at it, brows furrowed. 

"Judging by the colours, you were trying to draw flowers. But judging by the shape, maybe you were having a go at Lady Aridea's hair," he proclaimed finally. 

Renfri let out a snort, and Jaskier snatched up the piece. He took up the needle and started undoing the stitches. Fixing them, properly. 

Renfri cast a worried look at the door, "What if someone sees you?" she hissed at him, moving to shut the door before anyone could look in. Jaskier already got punished enough for not being 'manly' enough, whatever the fuck that meant. If someone saw him sewing, they'd both be in for it. 

"Hush, it'll be fine. If someone comes in I'll just tell them I was making fun of you." He bit down on his lips, fingers moving effortlessly through the threads, doing and undoing them so fast that trying to keep track proved impossible. "It's not too bad," he said, "It's just…" he looked up at her, badly hiding a grin as he coughed very deliberately. 

"Aren't you supposed to be learning accounts or something," Renfri shot back, annoyed. 

Jaskier waved his hand dismissively, "I have to leave something good for you, don't I? Can't take all the spotlight." 

Renfri aimed a swat at his head, which he deftly dodged. She could see some silly retort on his lips, but didn't let him speak it before throwing a pillow at him, which struck him right in the middle of his face. 

Jaskier spluttered, Renfri laughed, and for a moment, she didn't have to worry about the black sun, or the creepy old mage, or the hate always colouring Lady Aridea's eyes. 

---

Jaskier stared blankly at the wall in front of him, counting his breaths slowly. In for the count of three, hold for three, and out for three. It wasn’t really helping, but he could feel himself going numb. 

These were the things he knew; the mage– Stregobor– was talking to his father and stepmother. Renfri was gone, and Renfri hated Stregobor. 

Stregobor was here, and Renfri was gone. 

She hadn’t said anything to him. He woke up that day to see her gone, which wasn’t unusual in itself, except she’d never come back to her room the night before. He’d gone to her room to show her his new piece, a handkerchief with the tiniest birds stitched along the sides, and she hadn’t been there. She hadn’t been there in the morning either. 

And then there had been a lot of chaos, with Stregobor at the head of it. 

When the door to the room opened, Jaskier didn’t look up, but he knew who it was. There was something about the man that seemed to suck all joy and life out of the room whenever he entered. Something about him that made you suffocate. 

“Well, Julian,” he said, and finally, Jaskier looked up. Stregobor had the nastiest grin on his face, “Looks like you’re coming with me.”

Jaskier froze, staring at Stregobor, as icy cold fingers gripped his heart and squeezed. “No,” he said automatically. 

Stregobor frowned, “Come now, Julian, don’t be difficult. You know what your sister did. Creyden doesn’t need a prince like you.” 

“No one needs a sorcerer like you either.” Jaskier thrust up his chin. He’d leave, he’d leave that day, no one cared anyway. He’d leave and find Renfri. And they’d run away together. He didn’t know what Stregobor had done to her, but he’d find her and, knowing Renfri, make Stregobor pay. 

He never wanted to be a prince anyway, so confirmation that even his father didn’t want him didn’t quite phase him. 

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, don’t you?” Stregobor said idly, taking a step closer to him. Jaskier willed himself to stay still. “Just like your sister. It won’t serve you well.” 

Jaskier stiffened, “Ren did nothing wrong.”

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?”

Jaskier lurched to his feet and snarled at him, “Fuck you! Fuck you to hell and back.” 

Stregobor just gave him a half smile, his quirked lips a cruel slash against an even crueller face. 

---

It was a beautiful day, and the sun felt good on her face, warm and bright, colours visible even through her closed lids. Renfri could hear a stream running nearby, crouched down on the ground, barefoot with her toes curling against the soft, cool soil. Her hands were buried in it as well, her britches rolled halfway up her calves. 

The britches had been made with Jaskier in mind, but it didn’t really matter. They often exchanged clothes, often enough that they practically had the same wardrobe. 

It was late afternoon, almost evening, now. The sun hanging low, the sky just starting to turn into a beautiful shade of orange, lighting up her hair a brilliant crimson. She was waiting for Jaskier, they were supposed to hunt for frogs in the stream after his fencing lessons were done. 

When she finally heard footsteps behind her, as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, she rose and turned with a smile. 

The smile slipped off her face like water through cupped hands when she noted his red-rimmed eyes and the dark red mark on his cheek. It would definitely bruise later. 

Jaskier gave her a watery smile, coming closer as he started rolling up his sleeves to go catch frogs. Like nothing had happened to derail their plans. 

Oh no, so not happening. She grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him to a stop before he could step into the water. He hadn’t even rolled up his britches yet, Lady Aridea would be apocalyptic if they went back with muddied clothes. 

She raised a hand to Jaskier’s cheek, her fingers leaving a muddy smear across pale skin. She gritted her teeth as his smile turned more genuine. 

“I’m going to kill him,” she said, seething. How could their father allow it? How could he just… let others hurt his children? Did they not matter? Were they not his firstborn? And she could get it, she could, his disregard for her. She was a girl, a woman, more a bargaining chip than anything. But Jaskier? Why did no one care about him?

“I’d love to watch,” Jaskier grinned, showing teeth, this time. He grabbed her hand and tugged it down, “Let's go catch some frogs to put in Aridea’s bed now.”

---

The room he’d been given was cold. Goosebumps erupted across Jaskier’s skin, and his teeth would have chattered if it weren’t for the gag Stregobor had stuffed in his mouth; dry, rough, and foul-tasting. He shivered and shuddered, the lightest of movements making the too-tight ropes chaff against his already bruised wrist and ankles. 

The ceiling was high enough to be intimidating, to make him feel small, cowed, almost. He couldn’t even lift his hands up to wipe the angry tears from his face. 

Stregobor hadn’t done anything to him, not really. Just tied him up, gagged him when he started screaming profanities at the man, and put him in this cell. Stonewalled, windowless, and cold as fuck. He’d even stripped his shoes, socks, and doublet from him, leaving him only in his chemise and britches. 

It would have been a cell, he supposed, if it weren’t for the perfectly ordinary wooden door instead of metal bars. 

It didn’t really matter, though. Not the cold, not the gag, not the rope burns around his wrist and ankles, not the fact that he’d been essentially disowned, not the fact that he would never go home again. 

What mattered was that he would never see Renfri again. He didn’t think he would. Stregobor had taken them far away from Creyden, the portal causing an instant change of temperature and making Jaskier lurch and retch until he couldn’t throw up anymore. Far far away from home. 

He didn’t even know if Renfri was alive. He knew she’d run away, and she knew the woods, like Jaskier, like the back of her hand. But they were only 14, and one could only do so much with trained men after them.

He shuddered, more tears leaking out of his eyes. He didn’t want to cry, he didn’t, didn’t want to give Stregobor the satisfaction of seeing him cry if he were to burst into the room. But if he didn’t grieve for Renfri, no one would. If he didn’t cry for her, no one would. 

He couldn’t just… let go of her like this. 

So he cried, and shuddered, and sobbed until the tears ran dry. And then he cried some more.

---

“See?” Jaskier said, grinning at her, “It’s pretty. And deadly. Like you.” 

Renfri laughed, her fingers running delicately over the ornate hilt of the dagger, “You’re just complimenting yourself, you know?” 

Jaskier snorted, “I’m not deadly though. I can’t even fence properly. You’re the one who manages to copy Sir Frederick just from looking at us practice.”

Renfri shrugged, pleased at the praise but unwilling to admit it. And anyway, Jaskier was a lot better at her in the things she was supposed to be good at, so that made them even. 

She couldn’t stop running her fingers over the knife, the hilt starting to warm with her constant touch. There was a beautiful, bright red ruby embedded in it, the colour of blood. Her favourite colour. She didn’t ask where Jaskier had gotten it. She just knew he had gotten it for her, and she knew he must have paid some sort of price for it, or he wouldn’t have given it to her as such a reverent gift. It was a beautiful thing, nearly as beautiful as her mother’s ornate brooch.

It wasn’t very long, the hilt and the blade making up roughly the length of her forearm. It was double-bladed, sharp, clean, and gleaming. One side of it was silver, the other steel. 

She could feel a lump in her throat, tears starting to gather in her eyes. 

Jaskier noticed, because of course he did, and beamed at her, “C’mon then, are you going to show me how to skin rabbits with it now?” 

Renfri laughed wetly and shoved him backward. 

She loved Jaskier so much that sometimes it hurt. She loved him to the point of destruction, and she knew without a doubt that there was very little she wouldn’t do for him. The thought didn’t scare her, as it perhaps should have. He deserved it, he deserved someone who would be willing to go to the ends of the world for him. 

Why would it scare her? 

She was already a monster, why not be a monster for a worthy cause? 

The ribbon he’d embroidered for her was warm around her wrist, a constant reminder of his love for her as well, and now this. 

She’d have to get a sheath made for it, and maybe a belt she can attach it to, or some sort of pockets in her skirts or britches she could put it in. She’d watch the knights and soldiers training more carefully, better, not just the idiot teaching Jaskier fencing. She had a dagger now, she’d best learn how to use it as well.

Worthy causes. 

---

There was a girl. There were the woods. And there was a girl running through the woods. 

Renfri’s breaths dragged out of her in painful, panting sobs as she ran, and ran, and ran. Her legs ached and cramped horribly, her fingers white-knuckled around the dagger Jaskier had given her, a stitch in her side that made breathing harder with every pounding step she took. 

By Lilith’s name, she will fucking kill Stregobor, she will murder him, she’ll murder him with the same knife Jaskier had given her, she’ll shove it up that fucker’s arse, she’ll–

Renfri tripped over another tree root, her third in however many minutes she’d been running for. She landed on her hands and knees, her dagger flying from her hands and landing a few feet away. Her knees and palms scraped against the forest floor, stinging harshly. 

She let out a choked sob, bent almost in double, before taking in a deep breath and straightening up. She crawled over to where her dagger had fallen, wiped her hands on her skirt and picked it back up. 

Then she climbed to her feet, took another few deep breaths, and looked around to see if anyone was still pursuing her. She couldn’t hear anything other than the usual forest sounds, but she knew that didn’t mean much. 

Her body shook with tremors, and her knees threatened to buckle even as she stood still. The slippers covering her feet were impractical and made her soles hurt. Her dress was thin, it itched in places where the embroidery was done badly along with the frills that had been added in awful places, and there was a long rip running right up to the middle of her thighs. 

She turned her head up, letting the sunlight filtering through the tree canopy fall on her face.

Then she resumed running. 

---

“We should run away together,” Jaskier said quietly.

They were sitting in Renfri’s bed, pressed against each other. The large window was open, letting in the cool night air and making the little wind chime hanging in her room tinkle pleasantly. A single large blanket was wrapped around both of them, lush and soft and warm. Jaskier was warm as well, and Renfri was happy. 

“That’s a nice dream,” Renfri whispered, closing her eyes and letting the cool air rustle through her open hair. She hated braids, the maids always did them up too tight and they pulled at her head and gave her headaches. Taking out the clips and hair ties always led to several yanked-out hairs as well, and her hair was long enough that sometimes it made her head feel heavy. 

Jaskier had a hand on her head, and was scratching gently at her irritated and sore scalp. She sighed, and melted a little against him. She could remember their mother doing this for her, very vaguely, more feeling than real memory. But she could remember it. 

“I’m serious,” Jaskier said, a small laugh huffing out of him before he turned serious. “It’s not like there’s anything for us here, no one’s gonna miss us.” 

“You’re the heir to the throne, why’d you want to run away?” Although she already knew the answer. It wasn’t the first time they were having this conversation. Their life was a bleak one, with rules and confines and helplessness. Running away fantasies were a staple. 

“I–” Jaskier turned suddenly, jolting Renfri so she had to straighten up and face Jaskier as well. She missed the calm of his hand on her head, but she paid attention, “This isn’t just a fantasy anymore, Ren. We both know that I’m the heir only in name, we both know Father’s just waiting for Aridea’s son to come of age before he names him heir. And that’s the best case scenario, the one where I remain the second in line and you the third. Worst case would be an accident, to get rid of me, to avoid the scandal of changing the heir. And you? God knows who he’ll just… marry you off to.” 

Ice slid down her spine as she stared at Jaskier’s face. He looked scared, more so than she’d seen him before. And he was right, wasn’t he? They were rapidly growing older, nearer to the age when they’d become true threats. When they’d need to be dealt with. 

Renfri had already had her first blood, which meant that any moment her father and stepmother might start looking for good marriage alliances for her. To sell her off to the highest bidder. 

She couldn't imagine staying away from Jaskier. She couldn’t imagine marrying someone. She couldn’t… she didn’t want to imagine it. 

To her mortification, her eyes started stinging with tears, Jaskier’s eyes widening at the sight. 

“Ren, I wasn’t trying to– fuck–” 

“I know,” she interrupted him, “I know. I just… you’re right. We should. We should run away. But how? You know we’re guarded all the time, right? Most of the time. It’s not like old times anymore, when we were still young enough to get ‘lost’ in the woods and die.” 

Which was the only reason they hadn’t been monitored so closely before. The reason they could traverse the woods and play in the mud and try and catch frogs. Because everyone always kept hoping they would fall into a ditch somewhere and die. 

But now they were too old to leave alone. 

“We’ll find some way, okay? You and I,” Jaskier whispered, leaning his head against Renfri’s forehead, his breath warm on her face. 

A wolf howled in the distance, low and mournful. 

---

The woman’s screams rang through his ears, making Jaskier wince and writhe on the stone table he had been tied to. His head hurt, pounding in tandem with her shrieks, and he was sure his ears would start bleeding any second. 

The screams abruptly cut off, replaced with a low, pained, keening noise, watery and heart-wrenching. Jaskier went limp on the table, furious and terrified. He stared up at the ceiling, a scowl etched on his face as his fingers clenched and unclenched. 

Footsteps sounded, and he refused to turn his head to look up as Stregobor’s passive voice spoke, “Well, she isn’t dead yet. So that’s some progress. Your blood does some really strange things, Julian. It’s fascinating.” 

Jaskier didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak, what with the bit that the mage had forced into his mouth in response to Jaskier’s threat of biting his tongue off and depriving him of his favourite test subject. 

A cold hand rested on his head, and he bucked hard, trying to dislodge the hand. It didn’t budge, only stroking lightly at his sweat-soaked hair. 

“You don’t have to work yourself up into such a frenzy, Julian. Why do you care so much about some nameless woman? She won’t be missed. You haven’t even seen her.” He sighed, and removed his hand.

Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut as he felt tears pricking at them. He would have struggled more, but it wouldn't have made a difference. Stregobor always restrained him too well, quite aware that if Jaskier got free then his magic would be useless against him. One could even say he overcompensated, especially against a skinny, malnourished teenager who was probably anaemic with the amount of blood Stregobor drew every day. 

It had vindicated Jaskier at first, just how overcautious the bastard was, but now it only meant heavy chains, too little food, and more pain. 

“Now,” Stregobor said, his voice grating and self-assured, “Stay still so I can take some more of your blood. I’m sure you can spare a few more vials before we are done for today.” 

Jaskier tensed up, bracing himself for more pain. It still never really prepared him for the icy sting of a dagger cutting into the crook of his arm, the smooth, cold press of the vial pressing against the place as blood trickled into it. There was a row of several such neat cuts all across his arm. It wouldn't be long before Stregobor started on the next one. 

When he had taken three vials of blood– not that Jaskier could be sure, lost in the haze of pain and fury as he was– Stregobor gave him a sickly smile, “I’ve been studying some things, Julian, and I think I might have made a breakthrough.” 

He must have seen something on Jaskier’s face, because his smile widened, “Don’t you worry yourself about any of it, you just have to lay there, and try not to die.” 

---

The Court of Creyden didn't have a full-time court mage. 

They did have a consultant, someone who came when called and was paid on a case-to-case basis. The mage was always well dressed in expensive, revealing clothes, expertly applied dark make up, her hair open and falling below her waist. 

Her clothes were even finer than Lady Aridea's, and looking at her was the only times when Renfri ever felt like dressing up. Because she didn't look like she hurt with every movement, she didn't look meek or stuffy. The mage's movements were fluid, graceful, dangerous. Something Renfri hadn't thought possible to do in as elaborate a dress as the ones she wore. 

Renfri liked her. But they weren't really allowed to interact with her. 

The only mage she and Jaskier had contact with was Stregobor. The mage who had delivered them both during the eclipse. 

He was the worst person she knew. Looking at him made her want to take the dagger Jaskier had given her and jam it into his eyes. It wasn’t like he could do anything to stop her. 

It had been a recurring topic, the twins' immunity to magic. Renfri thought she had seen something very, very similar to fear reflecting in Stregobor's eyes. It was subtle, it was quiet, there and gone in a flash. But it was there, and not just once, often. 

Whenever she moved too fast, whenever she flashed her dagger, whenever she smiled at him with too much teeth. 

It was all too clear in the way he had them stripped down to the barest slip of clothes whenever he came to see them. As if afraid of whatever they could be hiding beneath their clothes. 

What a pathetic man, she thought, so very dependent on his magic that he can't contend with two little kids. No one else in the castle was afraid of them. They had contempt for them, yes, plenty of the palace inhabitants had contempt for her and Jaskier, but not fear. 

In a way, Stregobor was the weakest man she knew. And she loathed him. 

He poked, and he prodded, and spoke like he knew something she didn't. He never saw both Jaskier and Renfri at once. Always only taking one of them with them to the room. 

Sometimes he would make them drink fowl little things from shiny little vials, and most of those times they would spend the rest of the day throwing their guts up, while he looked on with a furrowed brow and took notes. Like they were some specimen, some particularly exotic species he was trying to study. 

She knew they were, at least for him. Nothing more than anomalies, interesting little creations that shouldn't exist, but did. Freaks of nature. But at least she knew she wasn’t alone. That there were other girls born like her. But there hadn’t been any boys, none except Jaskier. 

Which made him quite interesting to Stregobor, and she hated the way he looked at her brother. With hungry eyes, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him, like he would love to cut him open and see everything inside. 

She grit her teeth, she’d cut off his hands first. She would. 

---

Renfri was lost. 

She didn’t quite recognise the woods around her, but she didn’t feel like she’d been running for that long either. She’d seen some roads, she’d seen some travellers, but the people varied. 

Some, undoubtedly, did belong to Creyden, their accents unmistakable. But there were several others as well, dark skinned and light skinned and men, and women, children, and players, merchants, and farmers, and on one occasion, a really pretty bard in a feathered hat who played the harp. 

Their accents were from all over the world, and Renfri only recognised very few of them. Their clothes ranged a variety of different styles, and Renfri saw such exquisite yet practical hairstyles on some people they made her almost regret her decision to hack off her hair up to her ears. 

Not like she’d had any choice, after her hair had gotten snagged into some tangled up branches and given her a spectacular cut on the brow. She could never handle her hair before, and she certainly couldn’t now. 

It had become exceedingly clear that she couldn’t handle anything at all, really. Her dress hung in tatters around her, filthy and smelling and barely leaving anything up to the imagination. She didn’t think she’d eaten anything in days, but her memory was getting a little hazy, and the ground shook beneath her whenever she walked for longer than a few minutes at a time.

She’d thrown up horribly the last time she’d eaten. Some berries, brightly coloured and distinctly edible from what she knew. They mustn’t have been poison at least, considering she was alive and breathing. Her mouth felt like something had died in there, and her feet were covered in horrible blisters, some broken and bleeding, every step agony. 

The sun had dipped low around the horizon, the sky a pretty blend of crimsons and inky purples, and she was starting to shiver. Her gaze was fixed on a little camp made by a lonely traveller. He had a mule, from what she could see, and a nice, cosy little fire going. 

It was a well travelled road from what she’d seen. No need to have protection with yourself, no need to be overly cautious. Nothing much dangerous passed through these roads. 

The man had food. 

She could smell it, even several feet away. Something warm, and salty, maybe. Maybe some bread, or maybe he would even have dried fruits. He looked like the kind of person who carried dried fruits with himself. 

He was setting up his bedroll now. Another luxury Renfri missed, with several days of pointy, dirty ground and ticks and bugs crawling all over her. Her back ached constantly and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d not felt tired. She couldn’t remember what it felt like to not be tired. 

She swallowed around her dry throat, and tightened her fingers around the knife. 

Needs must. 

---

Every single day was worse than the last, and somewhere along the way, Jaskier had lost track.

Days and nights tend to blend together when you’re in pain and locked up in a dark and damp windowless room. 

He knew they’d moved a few times, being shoved through a portal conscious for some, and waking up in a different room with a completely different temperature during others. Of course, the temperature thing could just be a trick Stregobor was playing on him, but he didn’t think the mage would waste his time on mind games like that. 

Physical experimentation was much more fun, after all. Jaskier thought like a human, and Stregobor had no shortage of those. 

He had absolutely no idea where he was, and no one else did either. Other than Stregobor, that is. He doubted the other victims Stregobor brought in had any more idea of where they were than Jaskier. He could be rotting away in the bowels of his own father’s castle and no one would be any wiser. 

He’d grown weak enough that even the ever paranoid mage didn’t bother chaining him hand and foot, usually only leaving him with a short chain around his leg. He couldn’t really move around the place. 

Jaskier lay shaking and shuddering on the floor, every single limb cramping and aching, both cold and hot. He couldn't feel his fingers. They’d burned at first, like he’d dipped them in liquid fire, but after a while the pain had given way to blissful numbness. He’d managed to drag himself a little away from the puddle of vomit, but that had sapped any remaining bits of energy from him. 

Stregobor did this often. It wasn’t anything new, he’d done this when they’d been at Creyden’s court as well. But then he’d been a little restrained, by virtue of both him and Renfri being a prince and princess, curse notwithstanding. 

Now? Now Stregobor had free reign to try out his more experimental potions. Some left him just unconscious. He didn’t know how long, but he’d just wake up feeling exhausted, missing time he had no way of measuring. Some would do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Some would have him throwing up for hours. Some had bruises sprouting all over his body, turning his limbs black and blue. 

On a memorable occasion, one had taken away his sight for… for a really long while. Stregobor had hemmed and hawed and sounded awfully curious, prodding and poking at his face, his mouth and his eyes, drawing enough blood to leave him dizzy and nauseous.

He’d talked about maybe taking an eye out and studying it, but then discarded the idea because magic didn’t work on Jaskier– which involved healing magic as well– and he didn’t want to permanently maim the boy. Not yet, at least. 

He’d shuddered and sobbed that day. 

He’d also begged for the first time that day. 

Jaskier hated thinking about it, the sheer helplessness of not being able to see, of not knowing whether it was permanent or not. It had been worse than being strapped down and force fed potions, worse than listening to people scream as Stregobor forced magic and concoctions into them, experimenting with his blood, worse than the potion currently running through him like hellfire. 

The tears had taken hours to stop when he’d woken up to see. See. It hadn’t been permanent.  

Stregobor hadn’t been surprised. Which meant he’d known his sight would return. Jaskier didn’t know why he’d expected the mage to tell him that. He was a cruel man with absolutely no regard for Jaskier beyond his value as a test subject, as a peculiarity and abomination. But he’d been unable to help the bitter feeling of betrayal run through him either. 

Jaskier lurched up, bile rising in his throat again, burning and vile, making tears stream down his face. He wished Renfri were here. Most of the time, he was glad that she wasn’t. He couldn’t bear to see her suffer the way he was, couldn’t bear to think of everything Stregobor could have been doing to her if they had caught her. 

Better dead than this. Better dead than suffering with no end in sight, better dead than treated worse than animal, better dead than having your humanity stripped away. And for what?

To satisfy the curiosity of one human? A human more monster than anything Jaskier had encountered before. 

He didn’t move when the door to his cell creaked open, he didn’t move when he heard Stregobor’s footsteps, and he didn’t move when the mage dumped a thin, unconscious man near him. 

The man’s face was covered in grime, making it hard to make out any finer features, and set in a peaceful expression that signified a forced magical sleep Jaskier had seen on several of Stregobor’s victims before. The rags he wore were filthy as well, ripped and mended in several places. 

Typical, really. Jaskier wasn’t even surprised anymore. Stregobor always chose his victims well, the people no one would think to look for. It was so horribly cliche that on some of the worse days Jaskier could almost laugh about it.  

Currently, the pain made it impossible to do much more than hack out coughs that splattered the floor in front of him with blood in tiny droplets, stark crimson against the grey stone floor. 

“I have made some advances with regards to you,” Stregobor said mildly. Jaskier ignored him, knowing he would continue regardless of his answer.

Jaskier glared at him as he crouched down delicately, vanishing the mess at his feet with a wave of his hand. He held up two clear glass vials filled with blood. 

“Now,” Stregobor said, going in his ‘lecture’ mode, where he would explain the torture he was about to inflict in very fine detail. Only when it suited him, of course. Like it did now. “This is your blood, just a little… modified. I am fairly certain it will not kill you. I have a theory, you see.” 

Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut, curling up tighter, trying to block out the mage’s self assured voice, grating on his nerves like nails on board. 

“Of course, you’re resistant to magic, and a lot of magical potions as well. Nearly all magical potions, although they affect you a lot more than direct magic does. They’ve never once had the desired effect on you, and your body seems to reject them in increasingly— gruesome, perhaps, certainly messy ways.” 

Jaskier peeled his eyes open to see a brief expression of disgust pass over Stregobor’s face, before it settled back into gleeful curiosity. Eager. 

“Now, I was thinking, perhaps… Your body is unlikely to reject your own blood, especially if I pour it directly into your veins. Magically altered, the slightest bit. That might give me something more conclusive, won’t it?”

Despite the burning pain consuming Jaskier, his stomach turned to ice, cold fear washing over him as he weakly tried to get away. It wouldn’t matter, of course. He couldn’t get away, his body just refused to accept it. 

Stregobor paid no attention to his useless scrambling, “This man right here,” he jerked his head towards the still unconscious person lying a few feet away, limbs askew, “Is also going to receive a vial of the same enchantment, although of his own blood. A comparison, you see? I think I might finally yield some concrete results with regards to you as a naturally mutated human.”

More tears leaked down Jaskier’s face as he tried to snarl at Stregobor in anger, shaking and shuddering. Stregobor looked at him with something akin to pity, mouth twisting a little before settling in a condescending smile, “I know it hurts, Julian. But you have to realise, it’s for your own good, and for humanity’s good. Who knows where we would be now if all the Black Sun princesses had been allowed to run free? And you, Julian, you are my most prized possession, the key to unlocking this mystery, the key to answering so many questions and perhaps even saving the world. Isn’t it better to just resign yourself to it rather than fight every way? I could make it hurt less.”

Jaskier spat out a thick mouthful of blood right onto Stregobor’s pristine robes. 

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The sword is an extension of her arm, and moves as swiftly and easily as her dagger does. 

Renfri almost likes it more than the dagger. Almost. But not quite. Nothing will ever exceed her love for her dagger, no weapon so sharp, so dear, as her love for her brother. No fire as cold and eternal as the fire of vengeance that burns within her, whispering into her ears every single day that Stregobor lives. 

The first time she had heard of Jaskier’s death, she had… stopped. 

Everything had stopped. The world had gone very, very still around her, and not even the wind blew. 

She did not know what she had expected. For Jaskier to come after her? For nothing to happen? For Creyden to move on like nothing had happened? For them to mourn the ‘death’ of Princess Renfri and then continue their merry way, perhaps happier than before, about having one cursed child out of the way? 

They probably did do that. They just decided to get rid of the second cursed child as well. They killed Jaskier. 

There was no ‘tragic’ accident that took the life of Prince Julian and Princess Renfri, no unfortunate event. It had been all carefully calculated by Stregobor, a convenient and pleasing turn of events. 

And then the wind blew again, stoking a fire that refused to die now. 

Renfri was going to kill Stregobor with the same dagger Jaskier gifted her, and she was going to make it hurt. 

So she trained, and trained and trained and trained. Practising by copying, practising with Jaskier, never quite came close to the real thing. This was the real thing. This was the thing that Stregobor created, and this was the thing that would kill him. 

And so she became the sword and the dagger and the Shrike. The Butcherbird on a bloody path, eyes set on a single, beaconing prey she would rent apart. 

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there's going to be a chapter two that i'll post in two weeks time, if you're interested you can either subscribe on ao3, or ask to be on the taglist.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Jimbit (Jimothan X Habit) HCs courtesy of me and Mika [Part 1]

OK so

@zeromet​ FOR YOU!!!

[Plain text: For you!!!]

--Habit comes over to jimothans house for movie night and it started because habit just kinda barged in sometime?? But jimothan had such a good time with whoever was next to him he didnt notice it was Dr.Habit OMFG...!! Habits got an invite for next time though

--So this becomes western movie nights. Where they dress up and talk in western speak and embarass their husbands \lh

Habit’s wearing a cowboy hat, hair down or in a low ponytail, cowboy button up shirt with the top ones undone and flowers(PROBABLY LIKE FUCKING LILIES \POS) [Plain text: Probably like fucking lilies \pos] embroidered on it

JEANS BITCH [Plain text: Jeans bitch]

Belt too, and cowboy boots with flowers or lilies on ‘em, sleeves rolled up a bit....i recite from memory--thank you @ultimaid​ for answering an ask I had about this!! Like a year ago?? Two? Anyway heh hehhh great fashion sense!!!

Habit probably has a huge fucking hat that he brings no doorframe is safe

--Theyre super loud and excitable so its a little much for everyone else but they dont wanna ruin the fun

Parsley absolutely hates it and Nat probably fucking left the house entirely 

--trencil and kamal are just kinda at the sidelines quietly talking or silently admiring their loud lads

Putunia is at home being babysitted by Trevor???

--Habit  bangs open the door and goes YEEHAWWW PARDNER [plain text: Yeehaww pardner] and slaps jim flat on his back

Hes so fucking loud❤️(heart emoji)

Heres a drawing idea I did of Kamal and Pars hiding!!

[ID: Caption text reads: Kamal and Parsley chilling at the back of Jim and Habit’s noisy westerns movie night. 

Above is a simple base faceless, detail-less base drawing of it. Kamal is huddled with his knees together wearing ‘un-noisy headphones’ while Parsley is sideways on the floor holding himself. They are both at the back of the sofa away from ‘’insert hell noise here’’. end ID]

Kamal is like

[ID: The cursed emoji meme with red eyes and a flat wide mouth, looking away. end ID]

everyone has headaches by the end but its ok

--Now comes...cowboy kisses distrubution

The movie is damn over!!!!

Habit is caught up in the victory of the moment his heart is overflowing SO [Plain text: So] He picks up Jim and kisses his face everywhere except the mouth because thats for finger wag Trencil[ FOR NOW] [Plain text: For now]

Jim’s kinda flustered but he goes with it because Habit’s an affectionate guy

Habit went to smooch trencil too(\pl) but was stopped with THE HAND [plain text: The Hand]

And then!!!!!!!! Habit goes over to the back where Kamal is(He’s just dozing stand up; tired and sleepy) and gives him one big kissy right there  and its almost worth it to Kamal for spending that entire night there😁(smiling emoji)

--Habit drives back because Kamal’s head hurts

Jim falls asleep on the couch like every old dad does

Nat doesn’t return for several days jic but Trencil knows shes fine

--They should bring Putunia one time!!! She’d love it!!!!!!!

She’d like deck Jim though and shatter his fragile old man bones

AND PARSLEY [ Plain text: And Parsley]

Pars would mega hide then

They’d start letting her watch the normal cowboy movies they usually watch before kamal makes them change it to one less violent

Jim looks to Trencil like "do we really have to?" and Trench just needs to nod

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Extra HC: Jimothan actually changed his name to Jimothan Botch after watching way too many westerns 

When he was young he went through the names like JIMOTHAN BADONKAHONKEROOS BOTCH [Plain text: Jimothan badonkahonkeroos botch]

[kanonsarchivedblog]

❛you looked me in the eyes for a little too long to “not have any feelings for me“.❜ Tobirama/Madara? You can do fem!Tobirama for this if you want!

Word Count: 1317 Pairing: Uchiha Madara/Fem!Senju Tobirama Rating: T Warnings: N/A Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write! And can absolutely be read as a sequel to Burn For You (alternate link), or it could be read by its own. I hope you enjoy it! [ Prompt list can be found here ] ━━━━━━━━━━━━ It wasn’t often that Tobirama found herself sitting in the office of Uchiha Madara, let alone sitting in his presence at all. Her gaze settled on the documents stacked on his desk- neat piles of scrolls, organized by their labels. Documents sat to the left- one stack that had been read and signed, another of yet to be read. He had a few different pots of ink sitting beside his pens, as well- a deep red, a deep navy, and black. The colors of the Uchiha clan, she realized belatedly.

Gaze shifting, she studied the scrolls hanging on the walls- the rules of Konoha, some poem she didn’t recognize off the top of her head, a beautifully detailed painting of a crane sitting on a branch in the middle of a pond, and at the very end, closest to the door- the Uchiwa, otherwise known as the fan that the clan used as their symbol. She’d always found it amusing, how close their clan name was to the symbol they used.

She felt the signature bonfire of a spark before Madara entered, murmuring to his aid before closing the door behind himself. Tobirama turned in her chair, a brow raising as she took in his appearance. “I apologize for making you wait,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Haggard, exhausted- then again, they all were.

“What was the holdup?” She asked, curiosity piquing as he removed the outer layer of armor. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine- your brother is just dragging his feet with any decision he has to make currently.” Madara replied with a grand roll of his eyes before he settled into his chair behind his desk. “Now-... I called you here because…” He trailed off, gaze growing distant.

Troubled.

“We need to decide on how to split the land that the Yuhi have a right to claim and- our ANBU.” They needed a place to train, but the Yuhi held so much land beyond the border of Konoha’s walls, all the way from the valley to the woods, where the Nara land began. “I believe there’s enough space between the Nara and Yuhi, above where the Inuzuka’s land ends, that we could place it- above the monument that my brother insisted on creating.”

“It’s an eyesore,” Madara muttered, drawing a laugh out of Tobirama. His gaze drifted up, studying her features. Despite the late night they’d had- a few late nights, one not even being spent in the office- she looked radiant. Her cheeks held a healthy flush today, and she wore a new shade of lipstick- a darker red, more wine than blood. She’d painted her nails, too, he noticed- an icy shade of blue that nearly appeared white unless you looked close enough. The shade was beautiful, and complimented her well. Icy, like the harsh winters of the Northern countries. He could see her blending into a blizzard so well-

“-ara? Madara, you didn’t hear a word I said, did you? Oi!” She clapped her hands once, a sharp sound that had Madara jolting in his chair, eyes widening in surprise. “There he is! Good morning, do you need a cup of tea to wake yourself up?” Her lips twisted into a scowl. “Honestly, Uchiha.”

“I apologize,” his voice was soft as he shook his head. “I’ve been stretched thin, it seems.”

“Is everything alright?” Concern entered her voice as she leaned forward, her head tilting. She’d tied it up today, he noticed, leaving her bangs and a few shorter strands free from the high ponytail. It only enhanced the garnet of her gaze.

“Everything’s fine,” he replied after a moment, forcing himself to tear his gaze away. “... I think.”

“Is it because of-” she hesitated, struggling to find the correct words. “The other night?” So polite- much different from how she acted four nights prior. “Madara- I want you to be honest with me.”

“I’m afraid I’m too honest with you,” he joked before falling silent, lips curving into a frown.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“What?” Was it not obvious? He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe she would ask such a question. “I don’t-”

“You’ve been looking me in the eyes a touch too long to “not have feelings for me”,” she countered, head tilting slowly. He suddenly felt as if he were being examined by a wolf rather than the woman before him.

That’s what she was- dangerous, untamed, strong, a force of nature.

Beautiful.

“Would it be a crime to say that I do?” The admittance was soft, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze cast astray, studying the unlit candles that sat on a side table, their wax having dripped to the table’s top. “To say that you’ve not left my mind ever since that night?”

“A crime?” She echoed softly, slowly rising to her feet. “No, I think not a crime- not one that could cause harm. Unless you intend to cause me harm. Do you, Madara?” She asked, slowly stepping along the side of his desk, turning, drawing closer. “Uchiha Madara,” she drawled, reaching out with a sharply manicured hand, her nails digging into the flesh of his jaw gently as she turned his chin upwards, forcing his gaze to meet her own. “Do you intend to cause me harm?”

“Never,” he whispered, lips barely parting to let the words slip out, as if he had never intended to utter them aloud. He turned his head slowly, gaze still trained on her own, and pressed his lips to her palm in a slow kiss. “I fear you’ll sooner harm me than I you.”

“Perhaps you’re correct,” she mused, leaning down to brush her lips against the corner of his own. “I would be wrong if I said I did not hold-”

The sound of the door handle turning had them both pulling apart as if they’d been burnt, Madara rising quickly as Tobirama stepped back, her arms crossing over her chest in a defensive position. Mito paused at the sight, her gaze trailing slowly over Tobirama before settling on Madara.

She knows, Tobirama’s mind whispered. She knows.

She knows, Madara realized.

“Did you two forget we have a meeting with the Clan Elders of the Yamanaka and Akamichi?” She asked after a moment, brows raising. “Or did you both decide not to attend?”

“That’s my brother’s job,” Tobirama bit out, her gaze drifting to meet Madara’s for a moment before she turned and snagged her formal cloak. “I didn’t realize that it was time for it. I apologize for holding us up- it was purely my fault.”

“Was it?” Mito asked, her gaze searching as she looked down at Tobirama. There was something strange about Mito, Tobirama had noticed- something she’d felt from the very beginning. Kurama liked to look through her eyes- nosey little fox, he was. And now, peering up at Mito, she could see the amber of Kurama’s gaze settling over Mito’s own dark brown.

The Uzumaki were terrifying.

Mito was terrifying.

Tobirama tore her gaze away. “It was. Uchiha, are you coming, or will you dawdle by the windows until the cows come home?” She asked, not looking over her shoulder.

“Coming,” Madara called as he slipped his formal armor back on. Their conversation was far from over- but with Mito growing more and more curious, they would need to be far more cautious.

Especially with how Mito could hide her entire chakra signature, despite how massive it was. Sneaky little fox.

The Uzumaki walked ahead of them, her head held high- royalty. She knew who she was, and she used that like a weapon. Tobirama could appreciate that- even so, she reached over, the tips of her fingers brushing against Madara’s. A reminder.

This was not over.

His lips curled into a smirk.

What once was a spark was growing into a small fire.