#i should be working on my WIP

[indigosunsetao3]

Naptime

I had a rough night of sleep last night so I took a much needed nap. Then these ideas came to me whilst trying to get to sleep this afternoon.

Everyone loves a good nap. How do the COD men use that time?

Some are NSFW. Perspective is a female reader.

Alex

"I didn't sleep well either, we've got a few hours."

Drags you off the couch because why waste the option of a big comfy bed? Quick about removing his clothes down to his boxers and climbs into bed while you're still working on removing your sweatshirt. When you're ready he slides over to the cold spot of the bed to give you the one he's already warmed before scooting to lay his head on your stomach. He pushes your shirt up so he can rest his cheek on your bare skin then twists his head this way and that for a bit asking silently for head scratches until you finally relent.

Time passes and your head scratches grow weaker as you doze off but sleep just won't claim you, lingering just outside of your reach. With a huff you gently move to peel Alex off you thinking he's asleep but he tilts his head up to watch you, blinking a few times

"Still awake?" He hums a bit, his eyes heavy with the almost sleep before he rolls over you, wending his way between your legs. "What can I do for you?" He has his arms resting on either side of you, one hand moving to brush some hair off your forehead.

Despite him not pressing the matter you can feel him digging gently into your thigh and and you raise your hips to his gently for a moment causing him to chuckle.

"I mean that is one way to wear yourself out. Oxytocin is good for sleep," he grins as you roll your eyes at his need to show off his random knowledge. You move again and reach for his boxers, your fingers making quick work of them as he helps you out of your own underwear.

Alex is unhurried and tender as he takes you, his body tired but no less attentive. His hands slide up under the t-shirt your wore to bed to expose your chest because he prefers the feeling of skin to skin. After some luxuriously slow and long thrusts that feel like they hit every nerve he gently pulls your legs around his waist to help push him deeper as he kisses at your neck and shoulder. He's slowly drawing out an orgasm as he grinds down on you, the pleasurable friction his body is creating on your core is enough to push you over that edge as he kisses you deeply, capturing your moans in his mouth. He finishes not long behind, letting your body work him over as he rests his forehead on yours to watch your face as you come back down with him.

Ten minutes later you're out. Curled up on his chest as his hand makes long sweeps up and down your arm to keep you lulled to sleep before he eventually follows.

Gaz

"I'm always up for a cuddle."

Helps you out of your clothes because, no, you will not be sleeping in his bed in pants. Gives your bottom a playful swat before he all but tosses you into the bed, which has so many pillows its almost obnoxious. Almost.

His bed is luxurious, soft down pillows with a thick comforter and a pillowtop mattress pad that you sink into. He takes his sleep very seriously because when he's deployed he's lucky if he finds a soft patch of dirt to lay in or he's fighting with Soap for the back bench seat of the truck. The fight usually ends up with them sharing it laying in an awkward feet to head position and half sitting up leaned against windows.

Pulls you tight against him, your back to his chest, as he weaves his legs between yours and slides his hand up your chest so his palm is splayed across your breastbone. He buries his face in your hair breathing in your scent before noticing you haven't fully relaxed yet.

"Breathe with me, yeah?" He presses his hand a bit firmer against your chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, slow and relaxed. He can feel your heartbeat start to slow and eventually notices how you've relaxed in his grip as you've fallen asleep.

He doesn't move from his position, used to having to stay perfectly still when he's out in the field doing sniper work for hours. That's fine with him though, he enjoys sitting in the silence listening to you breathe and the little mumblings you utter while asleep.

Ghost

"I'm not tired love, but feel free to go nap in my bed."

He's sitting on the couch reading a book, one ankle propped on his knee as he leans against the arm of the couch. When you don't move from standing there staring at him with your arms crossed he glances up once he finishes his current paragraph. Lowering the book down into his lap he stares right back in silence, not giving into your attempt to guilt him to bed with you.

Without a word he reaches his arm across the couch and grabs a pillow, pulling it to his side and patting it into place. He then goes back to reading his book, a silent invitation for you to curl up next to him on the couch. That's the most you're going to get out of him.

He is a next level snuggler at night but when he's not tired he's not going to waste his time laying in bed. Laying in bed without being sleepy means his mind can run and if his mind runs it goes to those dark places he fights so hard to keep locked up.

You decide this is better than sleeping alone so you curl up on the couch next to him, grinning a bit to yourself as he pulls the blanket off the back cushions to cover you. He never takes his eyes from his book as he flips the blanket open and settles it over you, tucking it up under your chin.

Once you are settled he gently plays with your hair as he reads, twisting the locks around his fingers absently. It helps settle you into sleep, one of your hands sliding up to rest on his thigh before you slip under.

When you wake sometime later you tilt your head up to find Ghost has rested his still open book on his chest and has fallen asleep leaned back into the cushions. His hand, that has enveloped yours gently, twitches with his sleep. 'Not tired' your ass.

Price

"I really need to finish this paperwork. Don't look at me like that."

You sigh at him as you stand in the doorway to his office. You were both up late the night before and you can see the bags under his eyes but he's stubborn. He has paperwork that he's been putting off to spend time with you but now it's piled up, literally, on the side of his desk.

Knowing defeat when it looks you in the face you head back to the bedroom and crawl into the huge king sized bed alone. Grabbing your body pillow you curl around it, throwing one bare leg over it so you can grip it tightly. The white noise machine of ocean waves rocks you to sleep.

Feeling guilty Price zips through all the items he can knock out quickly, his finished pile finally growing larger than his incomplete. When he looks at the clock and two hours have passed he leaves the office to see if you're up yet but the house is silent. Making his way back to the bedroom he pauses in the doorway looking at you, biting back a small groan at the sight.

The only item of clothing you had worn to bed was a pair of lace underwear, his favorite. You had done it on purpose because you knew at some point he'd come to check on you. You knew how he liked to look at you when you slept, what it did to him to when he got to wake you up with his hands all over you. In your sleep you had thrown off the covers and your bare skin was on full display wrapped around the pillow.

"Laswell is going to have my head," Price grounds out as he crosses the room and takes a seat on the bed. His hand gently runs down your spine to come to rest on the hem of your panties. Flicking his eyes to your face for a brief second he lets his hand slip under the material to find the heat of your center and he dares to slip a calloused finger into your folds. "Fucking hell," he mutters feeling the slickness there. Not stopping he finds your clit and starts working the wetness over it, gently coaxing you out of your sleep with little whines and moans.

"You win," he mutters into your ear with a grin as he slides the lace off your legs, rolling you over into your back while you're still half asleep and spreading you wide for him to look at what he's touching. "You can help me with my paperwork afterwards."

Soap

"Sore already? We barely did anything at the gym."

His words were a tease as your cut him a glare after groaning and wincing when you rose from the couch. He had you up at five that morning to go for a run then hit the gym for weights. You had mentioned to him in passing you wanted to get stronger and ever the one to want to help, Soap has been dragging you to the gym to train you.

Thanks to some insomnia the night before not only are you sore you are dead on your feet. With a yawn you tell Soap you're going to lay down for a bit and he all but jumps up from the couch to join you, tossing his notebook where had been doodling away onto the end table. He has a meeting with the team later and he was just going to push through but if you're napping then he's napping as well. Any excuse to get you into bed with him.

As you strip down he notices the wince as you remove your sweatshirt and frowns a bit. He was messing with you before but if you actually hurt maybe he did push you too hard.

"That bad lass?" He runs his hands over your shoulders and works his thumbs into your neck and shoulder eliciting an appreciative groan from you. "Go lay down," he offers with a jerk of his head, "I'll work out some of those knots." He disappears in the bathroom as you finish stripping down to your underwear before flopping down on the bed on your stomach.

He returns with some lotion and climbs on the bed behind you, pinning you down between his legs before he works the lotion in your back. It's cold at first and your shiver but he's quick about warming it, working his hands into the sore spots and kneading out the kinks. Every once in a while you let you a pleasurable moan which makes him chuckle and shift himself a bit to not let you feel what this sight and the sounds you are making are doing to him.

When his hands slide down your side you dare to arch your back just a little bit so you push your bottom up into him. You felt him the entire time no matter how subtle and polite he had tried to be.

"I thought you were tired, you little minx," Soap answers as his fingers grab your hips to pull you more soundly against him. When you wiggle a bit against him he huffs before bending over you to put his mouth to your ear. "Either you stop now, or you aren't getting that nap," he warns to which you smirk and stretch out your arms in front of you languidly like a cat, using your hands on the headboard to give you leverage to push back hard. "Suit yourself," he grins.

[talldecafcappuccino]

Ted has trouble keeping his relationship with Rebecca a secret (aka yet another gif prompt—click through for gifs giffing)

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Part 2

[starflungwaddledee]

from: @starflungwaddledee to: @post-it-notes7

message from santa: "happy holidays post-it-notes! 🎄🥳 i know you very politely only wished for a few modest things- characters high fiving, or struggling in christmas attire- but i hope you'll still enjoy this given that i kinda went the opposite direction entirely! i'm an enormous fan of your work and most times you post anything i wind up browsing your art tag from tip-to-tail in enraptured delight. as such, i thought it was only fair i give back something a little more significant in gratitude for all the joy your work has given me. i knew i wanted to do a comic, so i was thrilled you already had a whole storyverse for me to work from!! this scene seemed the most obvious choice (chapter 8 of "wishful thinking" on ao3) given that i enjoy a dramatic fight scene 😂 i tried to stick as beat-by-beat to the writing as i could and worked in as many details as possible; i hope it'll be fun to see it envisioned this way! merry christmas! ~starflung 🎀🔔 "

[mooncakebun]

Drew a Xie Lian yesterday to let off some steam after work. 🙏

Sketch on paper with digital adjustments.

[anewp0tat0]

Happy Fathers Day, I'm finally on time for something!!! I don't have that much flavor this time though folks. just sweetness. that's it. hope that's cool, never too bad.

if you think this is anything but platonic then no, plz. away

[pwicniq]

in a world where they get to be normal teenagers I think they should have the most miserable love triangle antics of all time

[arct1c-joy]

I’m a honor-less whore. The moment i got word that my husband (ao3) had been injured during war (ddos attacks) I run into the arms of another (fanfiction.net) instead of doing my wifely duties (working on my wips). I’m praying (praying) for the medics (ao3 volunteers) to heal my husband so I can stop being such a useless slut.

[karkatbug]

@davekatweek Day 5: Crossover

I've been wanting to draw them as tiny Tamagotchi guys for a really long time now.

theyre so washi tape-coded

[waveoftheocean]

yet another vw wip for this week's wip wednesday bc i have zero (0) self control and so. so. so many thoughts abt them

[ghosts-and-glory]

Series of wips, sketches and unfinished art I found in my files.

Also there’s literally no through line includes Cult of the Lamb, my dnd characters, lots of grievous, some studies and ocs.

[anderstrevelyan]

gortash interfering with press freedom.jpg

Noteworthy to me:

it took at least a TENDAY to print all the Gort posters around the city

he hired a Banite as an official aide (obviously) (Ulova's the Black Gauntlet up in his office)

Ettvard is reeking of Banite too (I see you, "yours faithfully")

he didn't even send this protest

a Gortash signing his name just "G" is an angry Gortash (see the "inappropriate tone" Ketheric letter)

[hopefulpenance]

After a month apart ✨

From Giving Sanctuary by @avelera

[refinedstorage]

when you've finally made an attempt at drawing Saejima Nagakura but his big ass silhouet ruins the composition :/