#very much a fan of textured brushes

[franollie]

ink practice

[moomeecore]

would it weird you out if i told you that you kind of remind me of this ancient chaos god ive been reading about 👉👈

[girlboyburger]

Minty !!         ❄️🍬

[phoebelovingcare]

THE NEXT PERSON WHO SAYS IT DOESN'T WORK GETS PUBLICLY EXECUTED VIA HAMMERCAR (check reblogs for further info)

"what's it like to use nightshade/glaze?"

so based on my own experience I thought I'd make this more transparent since I know a lot of people hesitate to take action on some things if they do not know Exactly what happens. it's me i'm people. So;

Nightshade takes about 30 minutes on its fastest setting. The end result tends to look like mild jpeg artifacting, very slightly creased paper, or just brush texturing. Looking at it normally, it is undetectable. Glaze is very visually similar, given the strategy, except that Glaze's longest time setting is 5 minutes.

You put in a file, select how much you want it affected and for how long you want it to render. For Nightshade, you also attach a tag to it, that way AI finds what it's looking for with an associated word. You select a folder for the final result to save to, then hit run.

It takes a lot of GPU/CPU. The fans on my laptop sound a bit like I'm running Minecraft, and it refuses to run if you have too many programs open. I could run Youtube and Nightshade at the same time, but Youtube did Not like it. Best to just take a break while you let it do its thing. Run Nightshade before you go out or something.

It does NOT like transparent png backgrounds. Makes me wonder how AI does with 'em. Anyways, running a backgroundless drawing through Glaze and Nightshade respectively makes it turn out like this:

creasing effect is more noticeable, and it adds strange blocky black and white backgrounds to it. If you want good results for your time, be that less than 1 minute or 180 minutes, consider getting rid of the transparency.

I would post a before and after picture of a Nightshaded piece but of course, I would like to post exclusively poison on this site.

As one last note, it took me a lot of effort to find where you're actually supposed to download these tools, so Glaze is here and Nightshade is here. Overall I highly recommend using them if you can. Don't let AI run you off of your sites: run the AI out yourself.

[mirai-e-jump]

Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger Character Book: We're KING!!!!!

PROLOGUE

Jeramie Brasieri was troubled. After ending the conflict between humans and the strange looking creatures, Bugnarak, and with the turning point of becoming king, he wanted to create a new story.

However, he couldn't come up with anything that could surpass, "The Legend of King-Ohger," which he himself had written, and was known to everyone in Chikyu. And so, he decided to make a proposal to the 5 kings, who were also his figthing comrades…or so it goes.

Gira Hasty

"I'm going to rule the world!"

Taisei Sakai guesses what's going on in Gira's head! 50% Children from the orphanage 20% The people of Shugoddam 15% The kings and citizens of the other countries 10% What I was like when I was young 5% Food

My Favorite Point: The Cloak "I was worried in the beginning on whether it would look good on me, but now, it's my favorite!" (-Sakai)

Yanma Gast

"You guys, just shut up already and follow me. I'm not going to lose to anyone!"

Aoto Watanabe guesses what's going on in Yanma's head! 80% Technology and research for the sake of the country's future 15% When it comes to N'kosopa, how I should act as a king 5% Space to think about other stuff

My Favorite Point: Cuff Earring "I like that it has alot of decorations, including N'kosopa's emblem and the jagged edges." (-Watanabe)

The Jacket "I can understand why Yanma loves it, The key point is that it's got alot of texture!" (-Watanabe)

Hymeno Ran

"I'll do as I want and follow my own path!"

Murakami Erika guesses what's going on in Hymeno's head! 40% Cute things and beautiful scenery, fashion and other things including the "arts" 30% Lifesaving and medical research for the sake of Ishabana's people 20% Romantic stories 10% Daydreaming about the future

My Favorite Point: The Spiral Curled Hair "With this hair, I love the novel style of it being tied up and the tiara attached to the knot." (-Murakami)

The Immovable King and Moffun

A Special photoshoot with Rita Kaniska and Moffun has become a realization! With their mask removed, Rita enters a relaxed mode, and is being healed by and carefully brushing the fur of Moffun.

"Together with Moffun" is a long running animated series that depicts Panpy, a cryptid hunter, meeting the legendary yetis Moffun and living in "Mofu Village." The white, cute and fluffy visuals, the love of humans, and the willingness to be hugged so tightly…The healing nature of Moffun is very popular among both children and adults, and is known to have achieved the highest viewership rating in Ishabana of 90.9%, which is run by Hymeno Ran.

One of the reasons for the love of this series, was the proof of bond between the queen of Ishabana and her people. Having lost her parents in the "Wrath of God" tragedy 15 years ago, Hymeno, who became queen at such a young age, had suffered greatly…It was at this time that the people of Ishabana rose up. They made the show with the hopes that she would smile as much as possible, and Hymeno, who grew up watching it, turned into a wonderful queen and doctor.

Another big fan of this show, which is currently airing all across Chikyu, loves it. It's the King of Gokkan, Rita Kaniska. Rita's "Moffun Love " is becoming apparent to Hymeno, while Rita doesn't show any emotion due to their duty as king…If Moffun's charm, which has won the hearts of the two kings, spreads any further, is it possible…the future of Chikyu could become brighter?!

Rita Kaniska

"Even if the earth were to split or the sky falls, Rita Kaniska will not be shaken!"

Hirakawa Yuzuki guesses what's going on in Rita's head! 90% Trials and other work that has to get done 10% Wanting to play with Moffun

My Favorite Point: The Collar "They usually wear a collar that covers their face, so scenes where they show their face are appealing." (-Hirakawa)

Kaguragi Dybowski

"We'll eliminate these pests for a bountiful harvest"

Kaku So guesses what's going on in Kaguragi's head! 75% Toufu 10% The other countries kings 10% Suzume 5% Racules

My Favorite Point: The Furisode's Patterns "I like that the design shows off the various emotions. This costume is a must for Kaguragi!" (-Kaku)

Jeramie Brasieri

"Humans, Bugnarak, and everything else, I rule over all and determine the fate of the world. The king of inbetween, the story of what I do will be passed down forever."

Ikeda Masashi guesses what's going on in Jeramie's head! 80% Peace 20% Stories

My Favorite Point: The Forehead Makeup Instead of using a sticker, I have the patterns drawn on instead. It's the switch that gets me into the role! (-Ikeda)

[prince-kallisto]

In my previous silly art post, I saw several people being a fan of Lilia having pigtails as a child \(//∇//)\ Haha, Lilia feels like he aged backwards somehow…if he was strict as a General, him as a child would just be a grumpy old man yelling at Levan and Meleanor to get off the lawn

I’d like to think that Levan and Meleanor loved to play with Lilia’s hair. Meleanor would be awful at even putting his hair into a ponytail, since she likely had servants to brush her hair. Levan, on the other hand, although his own hair is a fluffy and untamable, I headcanoned in that other post that Raven/Crow Fae grow up with a different eye and hair color, and a different hair texture.

But despite that, I think Raven Fae instinctively “preen” themselves much like birds do, so Levan often brushes/plays with Lilia and Meleanor’s hair as his way of affection. This headcanon is based off Crowley’s Unified Exam voice line, where it seems to imply his bird-like habits of quickly showering (like a birdbath lmaoo) but spending a lot of time on treatments for his skin and hair.

Anyway I also may be hinting that “Haunted and Sickly Victorian Child” Levan is real to me actually 😭 What sort of illnesses can Fae get?? Idk but Levan is just actually a Victorian child a cough away from death and I love him. It makes me think of how Malleus’ egg looked like it was covered in blot-like substance. I wonder if Levan was affected with something like blot for a very long time if it was able to affect an egg.

Totally did not give him a crutch because Crowley has a cane or anything…lmao that would be weird if I did that,,,🐦‍⬛

Anyway, I think it’s so cute that these three grew up together, and I have so many thoughts on their shenanigans that I want to draw! 😭💞🐦‍⬛🦇🐉

[theblueseassoul]

“Lover.”

Request?: no.

Xavier x reader

Love and deep space fan fiction

No warnings

No use of Y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person. Established relationship.

You sat at the table in your kitchen quietly, running your thumb up and down the pages of the book you’d just checked out. You’d been reading more about protocores and such as your career as a hunter went on, wanting to know as much as you could possibly know. It couldn’t hurt being informed, and these older books you found in the library held a lot more knowledge than your typical material. Of course you could search it up with a flick of a wrist, but this felt more productive. When you felt the weight of the book at the texture of the pages, it made you want to keep working.

A soft sigh was heard to your side, and you lifted your gaze to see Xavier. He had joined you in your little study session. He wasn’t contributing at all, however he was there for moral support and you supposed that was enough. He was leaning his head against his arms folded over on the table, his blonde hair messy, his tan cardigan resting over his shoulders comfortably. He seemed surprised at your sudden attention on him, his sleepy eyes widening slightly but returning to their half lidded state as he spoke, “how much longer do you have left?” Xavier’s hand reached out to yours, interlocking your pinkie with his. He was an affectionate person you started to learn, he melted into your palms any time you held him, even just a brief brush against him and he would try to get more. You never complained, actually you found it sort of cute. You gently squeezed his pinkie and glanced at your book once more, “I’ll stop after this chapter, okay?”

A content hum resounded from his throat and he closed his eyes, keeping your hand hostage as he continued to listen to whatever he was listening to through his earbuds. You turned away again, continuing your reading. When he knew you looked away, his eyes fluttered open and he simply observed you. He took your expression into memory. The slightly furrowed brows and your lips pulled into a focused frown. You fidgeted with his hand now that he held it, playing with his fingers or rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. You tilted your head slightly when you weren’t sure about something, flipping back a page to make sure you’d read it right. His eyes shifted to his pinkie interlocked with yours, and pulled your entire hand into his after a moment.

You didn’t notice, or didn’t seem to mind as you continued to read, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Xavier sat up, stretching just slightly before resting his elbows on the table top, holding your hand and pulling it towards him. He pressed it against his lips, kissing the top of your hand. It seemed he got the reaction he wanted out of you, which was you turning towards him with a slightly surprised expression. It melted into amusement and you asked, “what was that for?” Xavier shrugged as you moved your hand to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing his cheek bone lightly. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, sighing in something you could’ve said was happiness, or relief. “Nothing, really.” He said, his voice soft as it always was. You raised a brow in playful suspicion as he opened his eyes to look at you as if he couldn’t bear to look away for too long.

He smiled sleepily and asked, “are you done?” You slowly came to realize this was his own way of asking for your attention. You glanced at your watch, three hours or so had passed since the pair of you had settled down for your studies. You nodded and marked the books page before closing it and turning to completely face the male next to you. “I am.” You told him, running your hand through his messy hair. “Are you hungry? I can order us some food.” He asked, moving closer and looping his arms around your waist. You nodded slightly as you suddenly became very aware at the hunger gnawing at your stomach “Mmh. Food sounds good.” He nodded, pulling one arm away from you so he could put in the order for your food, and you noticed he was ordering from your favorite restaurant making your heart flutter. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder as you asked “do you remember my order?” His hand rubbed your back as you leaned into him, feeling him nod as he rested his head against yours “Of course.” You felt a soft smile spread over your face and he did too, because he too smiled against you.

After you had cleaned up your notes and books strewn over the table, you dragged Xavier over to your bed, with stuffed animals he’d won you from the claw machine piled carefully against the wall and cuddling together. He smiled whenever he saw them. You moved the one resting on your pillow to the side and laid down, getting under the sheets before opening your arms to him. He immediately crawled underneath the blanket with you, arms slotting around you as if they were made to be there. Xavier already seemed considerably happier, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of your clothes, never able to sit still, though you didn’t mind much. This too was another one of his habits you adored. “What were you studying?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper, laced with sleepiness, eyes trained on you. You thought he knew, but went on to explain it anyway.

“Just types of protocores. They’re all vastly different from each other even if they look similar. Some of them…” you went on to explain every thing you absorbed from your books, your hands resting against his chest and making small gestures as you explained. Xavier as a hunter knew this well, but he wanted to listen to your voice. He’d listen to you even if you spoke about the most boring thing in existence. He gently played with your hair at first as you rambled, combing it out and making sure it was all in place. Then he shifted his attention to your hands, taking them into one of his and pressing kisses against your knuckles as you fidgeted with his other hand. He stayed like this for a while, and watched you with the look of pure adoration in his eyes. It made you pause.

“.. what?” You asked, your voice slightly cracking from the nervousness his stare gave you. Xavier smiled faintly and shrugged as your hands stilled “I just..” he sighed softly and held your hands flat against where his heart was. “I am filled with so much love for you.” He suddenly confessed to you, as you felt the fast beating of his heart. You laughed softly and furrowed your brows “feeling sentimental?” You leaned forward and pecked his lips “as am I for you.” You added. Xavier hadn’t let you pull away, pulling you back to him and kissing you again. His kisses were sweet and warm, every time your chest bubbled with the puppy love every one said was just a phase. It wasn’t. Not with him. It wasn’t just one kiss, he left multiple pecks and when he was done he placed one final, firmer kiss against your lips and one lightly against the tip of your nose before finally letting you go free. “I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you, too.” You responded. Xavier smiled a little brighter and sighed, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug and pulling you tightly against him. “Good.”

[underdark-dreams]

[ch1] - [ch2] - [ch3]

A Strand to Climb - Ch.4

The morning before everything changes, Rolan and Tav wake up together.

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Confessions, NSFW | Word Count: 4,409 [Read on AO3]

A low grumble of thunder brought her gently from sleep. The sounds of rain floated back to her ears; the downpour had slowed to a steady shower during the night.

Against her back, Tav felt the steady rise and fall of Rolan’s chest. His arm had curled around her to tuck his hand between her ribcage and the mattress.

She opened her eyes toward the shuttered window of Rolan’s room. It was after the city guard had snuffed the streetlamps, but before the first light of dawn—a time when the darkness outside was deepest. The room around them was blanketed with it. Despite the hour, she found her mind surprisingly clear. The two of them had drifted off before sunset, after all. 

As she lay there listening to him breathe under the soft patter of rain, guilt gnawed its way into her chest. She shouldn’t have fallen asleep so easily—not without saying everything she came here to say. The Nightsong, Dame Aylin, the truth behind those runes in Lorroakan’s study.

If only she didn’t have such a damn soft spot in her heart for anything that concerned Rolan. 

He had made getting to the point so difficult. Growing defensive at the slightest question; glancing at her from under his wet hair with that bedraggled yet defiant look in his eye. He was entirely too good at coaxing her off track, and he didn’t even know it.

Tav huffed a sigh into the pillow. When he woke, she had to tell him everything about his master’s plans. She wasn’t sure if she’d get another chance before everything crashed around their ears.

At the sound, Rolan’s fingers fidgeted slightly where they were pressed under her chest. Something about the motion struck her as deliberate.  

“Are you asleep?” She whispered into the dark.

There was a momentary pause. “No.” His words ghosted behind her ear, sending the most pleasant shiver down her spine.

She turned back toward him on the pillow. He read her intentions and dipped his head down toward hers without a word.

Their blind aim was slightly off—Rolan’s lips landed at the corner of her mouth, but they quickly found one another. Their lips notched together.

She told herself she just couldn’t help it. At a time when so much was uncertain and painful and difficult, kissing Rolan was the easiest thing. It required no thought; it was right.

Tav shifted her arm from under her to reach for his face, and her fingers met unexpected skin on the way. Curious, she reached out to explore and brushed across the bare, textured planes of his shoulders.

“Your shirt?”

Rolan kissed her a few more times. “You're very warm,” he explained.

She grinned lazily against his lips. “We didn't have to sleep so close, you know. I can give you some room—”

“No—” Rolan’s hand flew from her rib cage to land firmly below her navel, pressing her back to him, as if she might actually leave. “Don't you dare.”

It was insistent, and combined with the warmth of his palm on her belly, Tav melted back into the kiss. He was a fool if he thought anything could take her away right now.

Their lips turned soft against each other—then seeking, then hungry. His warm breath fanned out over her cheek as his nose brushed hers. Her hand curled to find its mark at the nape of his neck. Though he’d called her warm, Rolan’s skin was positively heated against her.

It made an ache settle between her legs. When she shifted slightly at the feeling, she found that he was already hard against the small of her back. She made an impatient sound against his mouth and abruptly kicked off the covers.

“Touch me,” she implored.

“Gods, yes—”

At his soft assent, Rolan’s hand quickly slid from her belly to seek the hem of her borrowed shirt, tugging it up past her flanks. 

As he did his nails skated along the skin of her thighs, and the sensation sent another flush of heat diving between them. She rolled her hips with a soft noise of anticipation.

He moved eagerly at the sound. His hand gently nudged her thighs open, dipping a single finger to swipe slickly up her folds. Her mouth parted in a satisfied inhale.

Rolan’s chin fell against the crook of her neck with a groan, and she felt the sound ring sweetly between her shoulder blades. But he moved a second finger across her, circling and teasing her slit at a pace that was almost maddeningly deliberate.

When the pads of his fingertips traveled up to brush her clit, her hips bucked into him in reflex. Tav’s hand flew back impulsively behind her head, where it met with one of his curving horns. She gripped hard. 

“Gods, your hands,” she whispered. “More—”

She’d imagined Rolan’s fingers many nights alone in her tent—nights when she had only her own for company. Her imagination was nothing compared to the feel of him softly exploring her. Though tentative at first, he proved shockingly dextrous, with a control of pace and pressure that stoked the ache between her legs to a white-hot band of heat stretching tight at her core.

She’d never spared much thought for the fringe benefits of Rolan’s training. Right now—as his fingers worked a stroking rhythm across her clit, intently following her breathless directions—she thanked every god in the pantheon for his dedication to his craft.

While she panted and whined under his touch, Rolan’s other arm had curled between the pillows to cradle her neck. When he hit a pace that made a low moan rise in her throat, Rolan’s free hand touched softly over her lips. Reminding her that others were sleeping nearby.

It wasn’t fair; she wanted him to hear exactly what he did to her. Just how badly she wanted him.

He seemed to sense her desperation regardless. Rolan’s palm fit more firmly over her mouth; he flattened the hand between her legs to grind and rub her center insistently. She moaned against his hand, letting her leg fall slack. His tail had already coiled tight around her thigh to keep her spread open for him.

Pressure clenched and built rapidly inside her from the sudden friction, and she was so close, so close—don’t stop, don’t stop, please please please—she wanted to moan, cry, scream out his name. Her world focused down to the pinpoint of Rolan’s fingers grinding against her oversensitive bundle of nerves—

She came hard again his hand, hips spasming and thighs clenching around his fingers. The sinews of his forearm flexed against her stomach as Rolan continued working her through her climax, his movements almost frantic, until he tipped her over the edge to overstimulation. 

With a shuddering gasp against his palm, the hand not grasping his horn like a lifeline closed around his wrist to ease him off her twitching core. His hand slid to rest over her trembling thigh instead, leaving a wet print of her own arousal on her skin.

She could only pant and squeeze her eyes shut against the darkness as tears pricked at the corners. His breath behind her was just as ragged, tickling the curve of her neck as he kissed across the exposed skin there.

“Gods…” she panted. His hand had released her mouth, settling across her clothed chest instead. “I always wondered…if you'd be good at that.”

Rolan’s teeth gently fastened over her shoulder in a biting kiss. “Somatic component,” he murmured against her flesh.

It was just absurd enough, just enough of the old cockiness she used to expect from him. A breathless laugh rose in her throat.

“You absolute wizard,” she scolded him, too sated to do anything else. Rolan only curled his arms and tail further around to hold her. She half expected a comment about how much she’d clearly enjoyed it, but his face lay quietly against the side of her neck.

Through her settling haze, she could still feel him pressing taut against her lower back. Not that she’d forgotten about him—quite the opposite. A fresh desire was already coursing through her, only spurred on by seeing him the past few days. Something she’d wanted to do since the first night he visited her tent for those innocent kisses. 

Using an old sparring move, she hooked one leg behind his knees and deftly flipped their bodies to land straddled on top of him. There was shocked silence from the spot where Rolan’s head had landed on the pillow. 

She took advantage of his surprise to capture Rolan’s lips again. It was a proper kiss this time, deep and heated, and she moaned when her tongue found the delicate points of his canines. 

She kept herself braced high on her arms, cautious not to press against any of the bruised spots she recalled glimpsing on his chest as he changed clothing.

Cautious too not to brush against him below the waist. From the hungry way his tongue explored her mouth, she knew he was stiffer than ever.

Instead she lowered herself carefully along the crook of his side, feeling Rolan’s palm slide up under her shirt and across the bare skin of her back. It left a trail of heat in its wake.

“Let me taste you,” she said against the point of his ear. 

Rolan’s breath audibly caught in his throat. She occupied herself with kissing along his ear tip until he gave a jerking nod.

As she dipped to his neck, his throat vibrated against her lips as Rolan spoke a low incantation. A ring of pale little flames swirled into existence on the ceiling above them. 

Tav raised her head to blink up at them, then to Rolan’s now-illuminated face. He wetted his lips with a nervous flick of his tongue.

“I want to watch you,” he confessed hoarsely. 

The words were somehow shy and lewd all at once, and they made desire coil through her stomach. For a moment she considered changing tactics and mounting him right there.

But the anticipation of watching what this might do to him was stronger. She hummed in approval against Rolan’s collar bone, shifting to kneel between his legs and continue her lips’ journey down his torso. 

His chest was beautiful—patterned with mesmerizing trails of little ridges along his shoulders, his ribcage, dipping down over the sides of his hips. 

“You’re so lovely,” she said against his ribs. Rolan squirmed quietly under her, but one of his hands rose to tangle in her hair.

She’d never had time to appreciate these parts of him properly before tonight. Now, for every scratch or bruise she discovered by the light of his spell, she placed several soft kisses. 

Part of her could tell he felt teased. But he deserved every one—he deserved to be adored, to be touched with gentleness like this. 

Rolan’s breath quickened as she made her way to the dip beside his hip bone, a sensitive spot where her lips now met with soft, smooth skin. As she kissed over him, her cheek brushed inadvertently against the straining hardness in his pants. 

Rolan drew air sharply between his teeth as his cock twitched beside her face; sharp nails clenched against her scalp. Impatient hunger bloomed in her, and she leaned back to hastily unfasten his trousers and strip them off.

When his bare legs straightened on either side of her again, she leaned in to deftly run her tongue up his ridged underside.

Rolan’s head tipped back with a quiet groan, his horns pressing into the pillows behind him. 

It was so tempting to just watch him come undone from her touch like that. But even stronger was her desire to make Rolan see stars with her mouth alone.

She closed her eyes and focused on working him over. She sucked him past her lips, keeping her pace slow and deliberate as she slid up and down over his tip with the flat of her tongue, over and over. She could practically feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest above her.

When she widened her mouth to take him in more fully, Rolan’s hand pulled away from her hair to stifle a moan against the skin of his knuckles.

Tav knew he was trying like hells to keep himself as quiet as possible. But she wished she could hear every starved moan and whimper her mouth wrung from him. The desire to draw those sounds from him was too strong to resist.

She began taking his cock even deeper with each rhythmic dip of her head. He was so impossibly hard; an ache settled in her jaw, only spurring her on. The ridges at his base grew slick with saliva, and each time her lips slid over them was more delicious than the last. 

When she added in a swirl of her tongue at the end of each motion, Rolan cursed and whined against his hand. His other scrabbled to find purchase in the sheets beneath them. Something firm and smooth circled her waist—anchoring himself with his sensitive tail.

She clenched her thighs together under her at his reactions, feeling wet arousal pool between them again at the way he was unraveling under her.

She quickly moved her hands’ support from the mattress to clutch the ridges over his hips for greater control. With a few more teasing flicks of her tongue over his tip, she felt Rolan’s restraint begin slipping completely. His hips thrust up reflexively to follow the pace of her mouth.

“Tav, I’m—not in your—” 

She glanced up without slowing her rhythm over his cock. Rolan panted as his golden eyes blazed down at her, his features screwed up in a deliciously desperate way, fingers shaking as they reached forward as if to tug her mouth off him.

With all her strength, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down into the mattress on either side. She closed her eyes again to take him as deeply as possible, tasting a hint of salt at the back of her throat, and hollowed her cheeks to squeeze tightly around his cock as she pumped her mouth over him.

The lights above them abruptly snuffed out. Through the sudden darkness, she heard Rolan fighting to bite back a strangled sound from his throat. 

Then Rolan’s hands clenched to tight fists under hers as he released in her mouth. Hot spend painted the roof of her mouth, much more of it than she’d anticipated—she fought to swallow him down without choking. 

But the taste of him, the way his hips clenched and jerked against her lips—she could feel him come like this a thousand times under her and never tire of it. She stayed there until his twitching cock finally relaxed against her tongue. 

Then she released him with a smooth, wet sound, sitting back on her heels and wiping the back of a hand across her mouth.

Rolan breathed as though he’d just run a mile. His arms and legs were spread limp on the mattress, while his tail had loosened to a single loop resting atop her hips. She couldn’t make out his expression in the dark, but she let herself imagine it anyway—eyes staring up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed, jaw slack. On another plane of existence.

Without a word, she slid up to notch herself back against his side and nuzzle into his shoulder. His usually clean scent mingled with sweat and arousal; she found it intoxicating, and breathed deeply along the crook of his neck.

“No one’s ever done that for me before.” From beside her face, the confession was almost inaudibly quiet.

Tav raised her head from his shoulder to peer at him through low light. Rolan’s eyes were squeezed shut with little creases at the corners, as if he couldn’t bear to meet her gaze after speaking that aloud. 

She leaned in to place a long kiss on one of his eyelids. “I want to do that for you every day, if you’ll let me.” 

Rolan didn’t open his eyes; his arms circled her back to pull her firmly down against him. She immediately feared the pressure on his injured chest must be painful. But he only buried his face along her hair, placing his lips at the hollow beneath her ear.

“Then stay with me,” Rolan said against her skin. “I don’t want to watch you leave again, Tav. I’m done saying goodbye.”

He could be breathtakingly direct. Tav found her heart hammering against her ribs before her mind had even absorbed the full implication of his words.

For the first time since she awakened on that beach, surrounded by alien wreckage, she found her thoughts turning to the quiet of living. Not surviving, not fighting, not searching for a cure. Just the pleasant thought of the life she might find after it was all over. A life that included him.

“I want to stay, too.” The words rose from her throat like they’d been stuck there for months. “I don’t want to leave Baldur’s Gate again, Rolan, I don’t want to leave you—”

His lips were on hers again, blocking out the flow of words before she could say anything else. 

“I know I don’t deserve to ask you to wait, but I swear—just give me a few years and I’ll make a name for myself, I’m sure of it—I’ll convince Master Lorroakan to let us all live at the Tower together—”

Rolan was alternately rambing and pressing his lips over her jaw, her cheeks, her lips, his thoughts tumbling out almost ahead of his words.

As she let him go on, a deep sigh escaped her chest. Yet another absolutely perfect moment invaded by inconvenient reality. 

He grew very still against her. “What is it?”

“Rolan, listen…we need to talk about the Nightsong.”

—

By the time she finished, the first light of day was peeking through the window shutters and casting the room in fuzzy tones of gray. The colors of the dawn suggested a clear, bright morning was following on the heels of the storm.

“That profane bastard,” Rolan said up to the ceiling.

Tav watched him break his silence from her spot propped on an elbow beside him. Rolan had let her get out the full tale without speaking a word; he’d only watched her intently with his flame-gold eyes.

She told him about the Shadowfell, Balthazar’s necromancy, the Nightsong and Dame Aylin being one and the same. The secret of Ketheric’s immortality, and Lorroakan’s obvious plans to continue where an objectively more powerful man had failed. 

The Elder Brain at least she omitted for now—let him deal with one shock at a time.

As she waited for him to process it all, her eyes traveled anxiously over Rolan’s upturned face. “What are you thinking?”

“That I always thought he was a monster,” Rolan mused. His expression was soberly pensive. “As long as I didn’t see the full extent of it for myself, I supposed I could deny it. But I shouldn’t have given him the benefit of doubting. No good man beats his own student.”

At the words, she felt a surge of pride so strong that she wanted to grip his shoulders and shake him. She restrained herself to grabbing his jaw for a swift kiss.

“You’re right,” she said firmly. “The people who love you have felt the same for a long time.”

Rolan’s face fell at her words. “I owe Lia an apology,” he admitted abruptly.

“She only wants you to be safe and happy, Rolan. She’s been as worried for you as anyone.”

“I know—” The bridge of his nose wrinkled with discomfort. “That’s what makes it so damn difficult.”

They lay together for another quiet moment as the sounds of the waking city slowly built outside their room. She rested her cheek against him, tracing a thumb over the Infernal ridges along his sternum.

“There’s going to be a fight today,” she warned, stating the obvious, swiveling on her chin to look at him. “Lorroakan wants to soul bind a daughter of Selûne, one who only just escaped from a hundred-year prison. You should've seen what Dame Aylin did to the last man who did the same.”

Rolan considered that for a moment. 

“Then I suppose first of all, we should tell her,” he decided resolutely. 

Another long pause followed. From the way his fingers traced her back, she wondered if Rolan was filled with the same sense of nervous foreboding. How much easier it would be to stay in this warm bed together and ignore their reality.

Instead, she propped herself back up on an arm. “Let’s get dressed, then.” 

They reluctantly rose from the warm comfort of the blankets to find their clothes. As she stripped Rolan’s shirt up over her head, she caught him eyeing her.

“Don’t tempt me,” she warned.

“You look good in my things,” he defended himself, turning away. “Almost as good as you look out of them.”

Rolan busied himself with magically removing the wrinkles from his robes. It allowed her to grin to herself unnoticed as she pulled on yesterday’s clothes. It was positively stupid how happy he could make her. 

She waited for Rolan to twist his hair half-back in his particular way, then reached for the door.

“Wait—” 

Rolan quickly turned back to grab something from beside the bed—the small pack of scrolls she’d given him last night. He stared down into the bag for a moment, looking a bit like a child impatient to play with a new toy. Then he stowed it safely at the back of the wardrobe and stepped back to her.

In the front room, Lia was already awake and fully dressed at the table. She wore a red and gold surcoat over her leather jerkin, emblazoned with the crest of a hand clenched against fire. This must be one of her first days in the ranks of the Flaming Fist.

She greeted them both with a yawn and pushed the kettle across the table. “Tea?”

“Thanks.” Tav sat to pour a cup—one last bracing comfort before they faced what the day had in store.

Rolan hesitated for a moment, then slid into the chair beside her. Silently, his arm circled her back to rest his palm along her waist.  

Lia caught the gesture. “You two sleep well?” Her eyes were sphinxlike over the edge of her mug. 

“Yeah, we—”

“None of your—”

She and Rolan spoke over each other. Tav cast him an amused look. Did he really expect to keep up a pretense even now, after everything? Rolan cleared his throat.

“Fine,” he told Lia shortly. “The Tower’s cold. It was nice being warm for once.”

Lia grimaced at his expression and held up a hand. “Stop, no more. I’ll have to scrub out my ears till I reach my brain.”

“We’re going to kill Lorroakan today,” Tav added brightly.

There was a stunned pause. Then Lia’s mug hit the table with a smack. “Fucking finally, can I help?”

“Absolutely not,” Rolan warned her, his tone final. “I’ve put you and Cal in enough danger as it is. You’re not to come near the Upper City today, either of you.”

Lia’s brows drew into a suspicious line. She looked back and forth between both of them. “Why now? What’s he done?”

Rolan sat in thought for a moment. “Finally crossed a line.”

“He did that weeks ago,” Lia corrected. To Tav’s surprise, a gloved hand reached out to where Rolan’s lay on the table. It felt like a moment not for her to see.  

Tav rose from under Rolan’s arm to fetch her cloak from beside the fire, making as much noise as possible as she drew it on and settled the creases.

“I'll wait for you outside,” she told Rolan, leaning to place a kiss between his horns. Then she slipped out the door to give them a moment.

As usual, Heapside was awake before the rest of Baldur’s Gate. Nearby at the great south harbor, the shouts between ship crews and dock workers had already settled into a noisy but familiar tune. The street past Cal and Lia’s was filling with a steady stream of people young and old.

Ordinary people waking to ordinary lives. No tadpoles, no Illithid invasions, no all-powerful Elder Brains. No continual threat of some new megalomaniac set on immortal godhood at any cost.

Tav watched them come and go in quiet thought. What on earth would it feel like to join them?

The door latch behind her interrupted those musings.

“You could have stayed,” Rolan told her, immediately reaching for her hand as if it was the most natural thing. She smiled as they took up the path north together. 

“I figure you two haven't had much time to talk.”

“All that’s going to change soon,” Rolan replied. There was a determined spring in his step.

She laughed. “Speak for yourself. I intend to get you to myself quite a bit.”

Rolan’s only response was a low hum as they walked. When she glanced sideways, his cheek was flushed and the corner of his lips curved in an unwilling smile.

When the colorful domed roof of Sorcerous Sundries appeared before them, Tav felt the excitement fade back to a pit of trepidation in her stomach. Beside her, the shine in Rolan’s eyes had dimmed at the sight. She hated to see it, and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Just a few more hours,” she told him quietly.

“I’ll have my spells prepared,” he answered, and there was steel in his voice. He was looking past her now—toward the Upper City, and the glittering spire of Ramazith’s Tower.

“What if he surrenders?” Rolan asked seriously. “Not that I expect his pride to allow it…should we spare him?”

As Tav looked at Rolan’s bruised and marked face in the clear light of morning, she knew exactly what her answer would be.

“It may not be up to us,” was all she admitted.

Then she slanted her face into his for one more kiss. Much as she wanted to linger, she had to prepare for the day—and the conversation with Aylin could wait no longer.

As she turned away north toward the Elfsong, Rolan called after her. “How will I know when?”

“She’s an aasimar,” Tav said over her shoulder. “Trust me, you’ll know.”

[wonder-mei]

Tough man loves his wife (MK1 Kuai Liang)

Author's note; reminder this is not a lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe. I write because they're hot. I also do no have beta reader or i read my fan fic from top to bottom to see any errors. I'm lazy okay.

Everyone knows that Kuai Liang and Bi-han have similar characteristics but the younger one has sympathy inside of him,always by his adopted brother’s side and isn’t too stoic to other people. Everyone knows that Kuai Liang will have a family of his own but they never expected he will devote his life to his wife and children. 

Today he did a mission of helping the neighbouring village to slaughter invaders. He killed every invader without mercy just like they did to the innocent villagers. Covered in blood but not a single wound on him. Ever since his brother’s betrayal, Kuai Liang has trained himself to be stronger and stealthy, resulting in him not getting hurt in any battle and fights. 

Before he enters his home. He takes a shower outside the house. Washes every blood on him and wears fresh comfortable clothing for staying in his house. He has done this countless times; taking a bath from a mission and already having fresh clothes he placed every time before he went on a mission because he will be drenching in blood and sweat. He doesn’t want to enter his house like that.

After done cleaning himself. He enters his house without making a sound, thinking his family is already asleep. It’s very late at night. He slowly slid open the door to the master bedroom. His eyes land on an awakened woman sitting in front of her large cosmetic mirror carved from the finest wood in the land. She is combing her hair with the rarest jade comb he gifted from a raid he had months ago. Kuai Liang approaches his wife and sits behind her taking the jade comb from her hand then comb her hair. The wife smiles at her husband's arrival and affection which he always gives her every minute they’re together.

“Welcome home,husband-of-mine”

“I have returned,wife-of-mine. Why you’re not asleep yet?” He delicately combed her hair,admiring every strand. 

“I’m not tired yet. And” she turns to him with a smile “I’m waiting for you” she leans into her husband embracing him.

“I told you not to wait for me if i’m still not home at midnight” Kuai Liang smiles back at her stroking her hair. 

“I know but it won’t hurt to wait for husband-of-mine home right?”

Kuai Liang chuckles “Not at all. Thank you. Now turn back to the mirror. I want to continue brush your hair”

She turns back and Kuai Liang continues combing her hair. His other hand fishes hair oil out from his pocket then applies them in her hair.

“This smells new.Where did you get it?”

“An elderly woman gave this to me for saving the village. It is made from ginseng,very good for your hair” he brush her hair until the oil covers her hair 

“Oh” she holds her front hair to feel the texture “Feels much better than before. I love it”

“Really? Then i will buy this every month” 

The wife smiles at her husband’s promise. Kuai Liang swiftly wears a set of gemstones that complement her true beauty “I saw a seller in that village who mines gemstones around China. He gave me a good offer on these earrings. The second i laid my eyes on this gemstone,i think of you” 

The wife smiles more admiring the new gift her husband gave her. Tilting from side to side to admire them “They’re lovely,Kuai Liang” she hugs him tightly receiving a chuckle from him

“Let me see you” he holds her face staring at her. His thumbs strokes her cheeks admiring his own wife. The couple looks into each other eyes smiling together but then–

“Oh no. She’s awake” they both turn to a crying infant who was sleeping soundly on their bed. Kuai Liang with a big smile approaches his daughter. He gently holds the crying child but stops when she noticed her father is carrying her

“I think she’s jealous of you getting the attention” He teases his wife, “Very quick to get jealous just like her own mother”

“Hey!” she hits him pouting at him

The baby laughs at her mother hitting her father. Two sets of footsteps come storming into the room with a loud “Father!”

“Quiet boys. Don’t wake up the whole clan” their mother warns the twins but they didn’t listen. Launching themselves into their father like monkeys, “Look at these two rascals. Doesn’t listen just like their father” 

Kuai Liang laughs “I really can’t deny that”, he looks at his sons climbing on him but aware of their baby sister is in his arms asking loudly to their father about the mission 

“Boys! Let your father rest!” she warns again “Go back to your room now”

“Awww” the twins said in disappointed tone at the same time

“Let’s sleep together tonight. Sounds great right?”

The twins nod in excitement “YES!”. They both jump into the king sized bed ready to sleep. If they want to sleep

“You’re putting them to sleep” she pouts, watching their twins being hyperactive late at night. She takes their baby from him and walks to their bed. “Xiayi, Ruofei. Lay down!”

Kuai Liang watches his family being chaotic as they always are. A life he never thought he would get after years being betrayed by his own brother. His family is his beacon. To live,to fight and to have a peaceful life for them. 

a/n; my bestie wants a fan fic where there's kids. bleh here you go

[fluloa]

my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Hi! I don’t know if your requests are open but if they are, can I request a Crowley x F!reader x Aziraphale where the reader has long hair threat Crowley and Aziraphale live to play with, so when the trio are out Crowley decides to create strong gusts of wind to play with the reader’s hair (but he doesn’t know the reader loves the wind and grew out her hair because of that reason)? Thank you so ouch and have a wonderful day! I love your blog and work btw.

Hey cutie!

@denaliwrites actually wrote a fic very, very similar to your request! If you haven't read it, you can find it here!

And if you have read it, you should read it again bc it's so gOOD!

Crowley x Aziraphale x GN!Reader HCs below the cut

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

Additionally, here are some hcs:

Crowley likes to feel and to touch things. It's how he processes and shows emotions. A very texturally oriented Demon.

And so, he always loves to have his hands in your hair. Braiding, twirling, just playing with it. Particularly when you're doing other things like watching tv, reading, playing games. He just loves to have his hands in your hair when you're doing things. Any chance he gets.

Aziraphale? Adores that you have long hair. He loves to brush your hair for you as well.

He was unsure about it once, but he asked you if you wanted to have your hair done by him. He's a big fan of the Regency Era and adores re-creating hairstyles from the time. I mean, he was there, he knows how to re-create the genuine thing.

Once he discovers how much fun you have with it, he expands them to hairstyles from across the ages. He picks random do's and you make a party out of it. Sometime's he will do your hair before a night out as well.

[blakbonnet]

Artist of the Week!

So last weekend, I announced that I'd like to feature an artist every weekend for both new fandom joinees who might not have seen some of this art and older fans who like the nostalgia. This week's artist is Ash @aha-my-villainous-thoughts 💖 who also, wonderful that they are, agreed to answer a few questions for me!

Which App Do You Use To Draw When I’m at my big set up I use Clip Studio Paint, I love it so much. It’s very straight forward to dip straight in, has all of the bells and whistles you need from an elite drawing program, and the community elements where you can see assets and brushes is a lot of fun - although I still to this day have no idea how to earn coins to buy assets?! I use a XPPen Artist 15.6 Pro Graphics Tablet to draw into the program, although my best tip with graphics tablets is to get a screen protector, mine got covered in marks before I noticed. Recently I also got an iPad 10.9 to use as a digital sketchbook I can carry around, and while I am enjoying Procreate, I think CSP is a better art program overall.

Fave Brushes? On iPad I stick to the technical pen, studio pen and the soft airbrush, along with the textures and the light pen. I don’t think Procreate has great ‘painting’ brushes, whereas on CSP I would marry the Gouache brushes, I love how they blend and texture as you work.

Your favourite piece you’ve drawn? I’m a super self indulgent artist, I try to draw the kind of stuff I like to look at, so it’s a lot of colour, a lot of fabric and details. My fave piece for detail is the one I did for the OFMD RBB last year - Crescente Devotione, there’s a blushing sentient stool in it! For colour I’m in love with this sleepy time Ed in a lil negligee and a Holly Golightly eyemask, he's my lock screen because I'm trash.

Who harder to draw: Ed or Stede? Oh for sure Stede. I love Rhys Darby, but the man has like no lips. I stand by this meltdown.

One essential tip for beginner artists? Comparison is the thief of joy, don’t measure yourself against others - particularly when you’re finding your groove. Be self indulgent af. Also get a screen protector for whatever digital screen you draw on, and BACK. THINGS. UP. Whether in an online account, or on an external harddrive - or both?! BACK THAT SHIT UP.

Why OFMD? I’ve been in a few fandoms in the past, always as a pretty passive enjoyer, little fanart here or there, little fanfic sprinkled around, but there’s just something about the way this fandom feels? It feels like a group of friends who’ve got their own lives and their goals, but they still exist in each other's orbit, it’s like this feeling of returning home to somewhere you’re always welcome. There’s so many good moments in the show for both comedy and some gut wrenching pathos. Sign up for the hot guy in leather and get got by this beautiful delicate little love story. It’s something about queer joy of thriving, not just surviving. Something about finding love and romance no matter your age or what’s past before. Something about found family, and unlikely friendships, and community and silliness. I was already a goner when Taika put on the wig, but then when he teared up in a blanket fort while trying not to die? Excuse me sir, I did not need feelings that powerful. It was literally waking me up at night thinking about his last shot weeping in the nook - like are you kidding me?! I’m supposed to finish watching and be normal after that??

[acapelladitty]

Morgott/Reader - Teasing (Kinktober #8)

Summary - Enjoying a very private moment with the Omen King, you tell Morgott an interesting tale which has a very wicked and ulterior motive for you both to enjoy.

“Filthy tarnished, thy tongue is as soiled as thy undergarments.” A gnarled finger brushed the scant fabric which covered your sex and even the light touch drew a keening sigh from your lips as his finger came away damp. Heat building in your groin, you roll your hips against his lap, teasing the thick, hardened length which remained hidden away below his tattered robe.

“My tongue is talented in many ways, my king. Allow me to show you.” With a coquettish flutter of lashes, you extend your hand towards his palm and wait for permission.

He complies quickly and the weight of his hand dwarfing your own is almost enough to make you giggle but you bite it back in an instant. Instead, you curl your hand around his finger to bring the dampened digit to your mouth.

“Tarnished-” Morgott mutters but cuts himself off with a hitched breath as you part your lips and flick your tongue along the pad of his finger.

You taste yourself, the cooling tang of your own arousal flooding your mouth as you press forward to suckle at the tip of his finger; teeth threatening the rough skin there as you swirl your tongue around the digit to pull it in further. Giving it all the attention you would soon be providing to another, very pronounced part of his anatomy as it noticeably twitched beneath your cunt.

Morgott growled at the display, the rumble of the sound coursing through you like a vibration and you immediately decide that you will do whatever it takes to make him do it again.

“My king?” You ask, pulling his finger free of your mouth long enough to glance up at him with wide, questioning eyes that brim with faux innocence.

His hands drop to wrap around your waist, pinning you in place as his mouth dips forward to press against the shell of your ear.

“Don’t think I will be fooled by that virtuous gaze.” Morgott mutters and his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver. “You forget that I have enjoyed the deviancies that you offer so willingly. No innocent maiden would dare to spread her legs so willingly for such a monster.”

“You caught me.” You gasp out, tilting your head to allow him to run his lips along your exposed neck, his sharp teeth grazing the skin in a deliciously threatening way. “Now what will you do with me, my king?”

“Hmm,” Morgott considered his options, “perhaps I should force thee to thy knees? Have thee service thy king like a true whore should?”

His hand wraps around your waist and the sheer power and strength which radiates from his grip as he easily plucks you from his lap and drops you gently to the floor before him takes your breath away. The floor is chilly beneath your knees and you shuffle uncomfortably as you seek out a position which is a little more enjoyable – your eyes never shifting from the thick heft of his cock as it now juts free of his tattered robe.

Much like the omen himself, his cock is monstrous. As thick as your wrist and mottled by a pinkish hue which extends out into his reddened cockhead, his entire length is dotted with small barbs which almost seem to curl against your fingers as you brush against them. Soft and only slightly textured, you had long since discovered their sensitivity and your elbows fan out across Morgott’s knees as you stroke your hand along his cock, your fingers unable to touch due to the girth.

“Shall I tell you a story, brave Omen King?” You ask, enjoying how responsive he is being as his body shudders beneath your gentle ministrations.

Caught off guard by the question, his expression quirks for a moment before settling into heated amusement. Morgott nods, his eyes gazing down at you as you remain in what must be a delightfully submissive position before him.

“In my village, the older girls would whisper a story around the fires late at night.” You began, using his undivided attention to your advantage as your hands fumble messily with the head of his cock before slipping to down to cup his balls. “Only when all the men were gone, and the little ones had fallen asleep. Isadora and her Beast, is what they called it.”

Rutting slightly into your hand as he fought to keep his control, Morgott’s fingers were curled around the arms of his chair and his knuckles were visibly white with the effort of keeping them there.”

“Yes?” He encourages, his tone tight and strained.

“Isadora was a maiden, one of great beauty, who spent most of her days down by the riverside washing her bed rags and clothing.” Pumping his length, you match the cadence of your tale with your hand for added emphasis, making note of the clear droplets of release which were weeping freely from his slit. “One day, after the sun had begun to set across the way, she was set upon by a pack of wolves. Terrifying beasts which all the locals feared due to their ferocity, Isadora quickly found her shift dress ripped to shred by the beasts as they attempted to tear at her with their teeth.”

“Poor maiden, foolish for her to journey alo-.”

“Silence, my king. This is my story.” You hush, tapping a finger along his cockhead to silence him as his hips buck into your fingers. “But Isadora was quickly saved from certain death. As she cowered by her wash basket, a beast of monstrous size set upon the wolves, driving them off just as quickly as they had appeared. It was a creature of old, a monster which stood over her like the evening sky and it gazed down at her with a hunger which sparked a heat in her exposed skin – her heart racing as warmth spread through her most intimate parts.”

Morgott’s eyes were lidded as they gazed down at you, his head tilting as his fangs peeked free of his curled lips – eagerly anticipating the next part of the tale as his cock jerked within your grip. So focused on your task, your other hand dipped beneath your skirt and your breath jumps in your throat as you provide some relief to your aching cunt, your fingers quickly growing slippery due to your arousal.

“As reward for saving her, she told the beast to do what it wished with her. To use her how it desired, and desire is what it sought. The beast set upon her, knocking her roughly to the ground and tearing what remained of her shift from her skin. It used its claws. It used its tongue. It ravaged her in a way that no man ever had, and Isadora screamed her ecstasy to the heavens as the beast took her.”

“Filth.” Morgott growled, watching with interest as your free hand continued to move beneath your skirt – his nose flaring as he scented the fresh arousal in the air. “You sound as though you admire her.”

“I sometimes wondered, when I lay in my own bed in the dark of the night - my hand moving between my thighs, slickened by my own need as it is now - if I would have been as brave in her situation.”

“Bravery is not lacking within you, common sense perhaps, but never bravery, foolish tarnished.”

Squeezing the tip of his cock, his teasing words dropped into a bestial gasp – one which showcased every one of his sharpened teeth as his head reclined and his cock twitched in your grasp, desperate for more as it leaked pre-cum freely.

“I asked you what you were going to do with me, my king.”

“Indeed you did, my light.”

Pulling your fingers free of your cunt, you rise to unsteady feet and press your digits to his lips – gasping in delight as his tongue does not hesitate in slipping free to wrap around your fingers and pull them greedily to his mouth, tasting you with earnest.

“Ravage me. Take me in such a way that the tale of Isadora and her beast would feel shame to even be put into comparison. By claw, by tongue, and by cock. Make me yours in such a way that no other could ever compare.”

The growl which slips past your fingers as they remain within Morgott’s mouth sparks a deep shudder across your skin as you relax your frame, ready for your beastly king to once again take what is rightfully his.

[ciearcab]

what program do you do your stuff on? :3 i know your outer wilds pinned post is heavypaint (that art is awesome btw!!!!!!! i look up to you as an artist so much ((saying this is the reason im going anon ok i cannot bear revealing myself)))

im more talking ab what you used for the recent trigun piece!!! very awesome again 🙏 i am normal i promise thank you from a very normal anon

ahaha thankyou!!! i use clipstudio paint mostly! i try to tag or mention heavypaint when i use it for a piece, so anything else is probably csp C:

if you're curious, my current csp brush roster consists of;

wiggle brush (for 99% of that recent piece, and i've been sketching with it lots lately)

default CSP "flat oil" brush

and the hardswag + sponge brushes in this group by @/automeruz

aaaand if you're unfamiliar with heavypaint, i recommend trying out their free browser version and giving it a try, its a fun challenge and worth it for those delicious fan textures LMAO

[dreamatduskk]

Hi! Would you happen to have recs for other blogs/artists like yourself? Or even just people who inspire you/your art?

hmm not sure if i can pick artists like myself (cuz its usually just one or two aspects i think are similar (my art is a big mashup of bits and pieces i love)) but i can def share some artists that inspire me! they'll mostly be on twitter tho cuz thats where i follow most of em ;p

@/Belial43157741 : super cool techwear/light mech elements to their art and great colors. their art usually has more minimalist shading which gives it a super clean look while still showing the form of the hard surface elements in their drawings

@/VibeStrike (NSFW) : love how soft their lines are and the shapes they use to draw bodies! once again someone who uses more minimal shading, although they tend towards softer/more blended colors/shadows which has a very soft and touchable look to it. i totally ripped off their paw style cuz i love it so much lol

@/Deceased_Bunny : their work was what got me to use that crispy ass binary brush and chromatic aberration more! I also really like the shapes they use for bodies and their art made me realize i could just give all my characters cute little paws lol. I love their little tableaus/scenes and how they can populate a room. great vibes

@/godbirdart : Their ref/outfits sheets were a huge inspiration for how i do a lot of my backgrounds. i love how they include a lot of icons/text in the layouts and it gives it this really sleek yet maximalist look, somehow balancing a lot of details while not distracting from the focal point of the characters

@/ISANANIKA : similar to prev, love their text layouts and more graphic approach especially with their work for Howl Out (their clothing brand)

@/scpkidd : love their character designs and how they can incorporate so many colors and hues in a piece while still having it look really harmonious. their use of textured brushes (especially in environments) def was one of the things that got me to start using procreate more

@/yapa_yappa : huge fan of their compositions that combine 3d models and 2d illustration/animated elements... not something i've done too much of yet but i really want to start experimenting with that combo more its such a cool effect

[tokillamockingbird427]

Hey, I wouldn't mind some domestic Wallruss headcanons if ya got any up your sleeve

I can come up with some

Neither of them can really cook well, and while Logan is a good baker, this means dinners are kinda shit. Still, they do try to spend them together nightly and try a new recipe to cook together at least once a week, and at least there is a good dessert to look forward to. (Logan bakes a mean cookie.)

Another note, the one thing Keegan can cook good are waffles. Waffles and bacon. Consequently, because Keegan is an early bird, he almost always brings Logan some breakfast in bed. Logan adores this, and if he wakes up before Keegan the only thing he'll do is get up to go to the bathroom, because he wants to stay in bed and wait for breakfast.

Big fans stupid singing and goofy dancing in the kitchen while they cook.

Logan fucking adores Keegans hair so much that it's apart of his morning routine to brush and style it. Yes he has his own hair. Yes he brushes and styles it. Yes he just really fucking likes the texture/smell/look of Keegan's hair and it's why he's highkey obsessed with it. Yes Keegan enjoys this pampering and if ever for some reason Logan doesn't do it he gets pouty.

On the topic of Keegan's hair, if Logan ever touches a Bad Texture (TM) he'll run over and just vigorously rub his hands through Keegan's hair. This will fuck it up. Logan does not care. He'll fix it later.

Hesh and Riley basically live with them because he's over so often. He's basically stolen the guest room. Keegan does not mind, because he and Hesh are besties. He actually enjoys it. It means he and Hesh can hang out a lot! This makes Logan (And Hesh) very very happy, because one of Logan's secret fears about relationships of the romantic type is his partner would get annoyed with how clingy Logan and Hesh are to each other.

While Logan and Hesh are "clingy" in the sense that they always wanna hang out, Logan is clingy to Keegan in the literal sense. Always holding onto his arm, tucked into his side, or even poking him with a foot. Just likes touching him.

Keegan can go "I love you." at Logan at any time and get the sign in return. Even when Logan's dead asleep. (In ASL it's all your fingers straight out sans/minus your middle+ring which stay tucked to your palm. Palm facing forward.)

Logan will also try to wriggle towards Keegan in his sleep. Keegan moves and Logan will flop a hand or leg towards him or roll. For that reason Keegan usually wakes up with Logan cuddled up on him every morning. He's very amused by the ordeal of untangling himself so he can go make breakfast for them.

Big fan of their porch swing. Once Logan gets out of bed (After eating) they like to go cuddle out there in the morning.

Speaking of cuddling, you may have noticed I've mentioned it a lot, in different forms... they're big physical touch fans. The more big stuff, obvi, but also: Running their fingers along each others arms, little pats on the shoulder/hip/face, cupping the back of the head (Logan is a big fan of doing that to Keegan so he can bring him down for a smooch), and even play-fighting. The number of times they've randomly broken into a wrestling match watching movies is goofy. (Riley is sick of being kicked off the couch so they can "fight." Will bark about it.)

Both of them will kick and whine and bribe their way out of chores. The bribes consists of many smooches, promise of cuddles, a bite or fifteen of ice cream, or even just enough pleading.