#voyage dalavi

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couple of norm draws; first one's a redraw of the roxanne piece, second one's a hanahaki drawing i turned into the cover for the norm fic im writing 💖✌️

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[slams hand down on table] 17 for norm and voy!

17. things you said that i wish you hadn’t

I liked ur idea of song lyrics so im shamelessly stealing thaatt also this isnt going to make sense to anyone outside of like five people but i dont caaaaaaare

I can’t write one song that’s not about youCan’t drink without thinkin’ about youIs it too late to tell you thatEverything means nothing if I can’t have you?(If I Can’t Have You | Shawn Mendes) 

His breath smells like wine, hot against Norm’s face as his back hits the brick. The rough texture of the oven behind him is hot, but nothing compared to the heat in Voy’s fingers where they grip his upper arms, glowing and burning as they press through Norm’s sleeves. The River’s kitchen is dark, the only light coming from the low burning fire in the oven, the narrow service window showing a sliver of the reception outside, and Voy, glowing with his fury. 

“Voyage–” Norm chokes out, grimacing at the smell of alcohol, gasping when the half giant tightens his grip and shoves him further up the wall, Norm’s hooves leaving the ground completely and his tail swinging around to cling to Voy with fright. The fabric of Norm’s clothing catches and scrapes as he’s lifted, and he grabs at Voy’s biceps to hold on as the smell of alcohol is joined by the rippling heat of Voy bringing his face close to Norm’s, the yellow ends of Voy’s hair lifting with his state of emotion. 

“Don’t do this,” Voy says, and it slurs a little between the words as he holds Norm against the wall by pressing closer and pinning Norm’s body to the wall with his hips. “Come home.” Norm splutters a little in confusion until Voy closes the distance and kisses him, messy and open and wet, one hand coming up from his shoulder to knot in Norm’s hair and yank his head back so he’ll cry out. Voy swallows the sound and pushes his tongue into Norm’s mouth, and Norm’s ashamed of the way it makes him shudder and fist his hands in the dark green of Voy’s shirt before he starts to shove at him. 

“St-stop, stop, Voyage–” Norm gasps, breaking the kiss and trembling at the growl that he can feel vibrate through Voy’s barrel chest pressed close to him. “I can’t–I’m married, Voy, it’s already done–” Voy shakes him and Norm sees stars briefly as his head knocks against the brick, those hot fingers digging in with his claws, the hand in Norm’s hair going to the golden ring through the upper cartilage of his right ear. 

“Should be mine,” Voyage huffs, and Norm goes a little pale, pushing at Voy again with a broken, incredulous laugh. The sound prompts a snarl from his long-time John and friend, and Norm gasps as Voy tightens his hot-tipped fingers, glowing like embers in the dark around that piercing. 

“I don’t understand,” Norm says weakly, something in the pit of his stomach feeling sour and sick as the firm, slight roundness of it presses against Voy’s more impressive abdominal muscles through their clothing. 

“Y’should be mine, this should be mine,” Voy says, looking over Norm’s face with golden eyes that are blown brown in the center from his expanded pupils, squinting as he tries to see straight through the blur of the drink. “I love you.” 

Norm blinks, mouth falling open with shock and rendered temporarily speechless. Voy takes the opportunity to kiss him again, and Norm squeezes his eyes shut as he tries not to kiss back, heart pounding in his throat at that confession. He grabs Voy’s jaw and face, pushing and scratching a little until he pulls back with a scowl to peer at Norm. Norm takes a few gulping breaths, though whether to recover after the kiss or stave off tears he’s not sure. Maybe both. Probably both. 

“You–you can’t say that,” Norm rasps, trying to get a bit of purchase with his hooves, knees trying to hook instinctively around Voy’s waist so he’s not dangling so much. Voy huffs, breath hot and sour washing over Norm as he leans in to nuzzles into him, kissing messily at his jaw and throat, a smile spreading over his lips that Norm can feel, scaring him a little, because Voy’s not listening. 

“Always did have’ta do everything for you,” he rumbles, a laugh that breaks off when Norm makes a wounded noise and pushes at him again. 

Norm blinks furiously against the prickling he can feel in his own eyes as he tries to shove at Voy harder, “You can’t say that, not–not now, not–not fucking here, you–” He breaks off when Voy growls and yanks on that earring hard enough that it hurts, a bright burning pain that makes him cry out. A hot spatter of what Norm realizes after a moment is his own blood soaks into the shoulder of his top, and Voy smears the melted remains of his torn out ring against the brick behind them. 

“I love you,” Voy reiterates, like Norm maybe didn’t hear him the first time, swaying and stinking of alcohol even as he pins Norm a foot and a half off the ground. Norm’s ears drop and pin back, the right stinging like hell and dripping blood, and he snaps his teeth at Voyage as the first couple of hot tears roll down his cheeks. 

“You’re drunk!” he snaps, curling his knees to push at Voy with both hands and legs, until he finally stumbles back and lets Norm fall. He crumples a little when he hits the ground, legs giving and hitting his hands and knees hard before looking up. 

“I…” Voy pauses, putting one hand to his head and looking down at Norm almost like he’s confused. Norm tries to swallow back the tears as he looks up, shaking with a bit of pain, but mostly anger and despair. 

Something in his chest is howling with agony far greater than that of his torn ear, his blue eyes spilling over with more tears, and Norm chokes, “You need to leave.” He can’t bear to look at Voy, but also can’t seem to tear his eyes away, staring at him as that glow begins to fade from his face and hands, both of them breathing hard in the dark for different reasons than the ones they usually know. 

Voy turns to charge out the door, slamming it open with a burst of light and noise from the wedding reception happening in the main room of the bar, leaving it to fall closed behind him. 

Norm collapses to lie on the floor and weep miserably in the dark until his new husband comes and finds him. 

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some dnd draws 

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i didnt make it very far into huevemeber this year (still havent managed to break out of yellow sobs) but i figured id share what i did do 

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3m for Normal, Voyage, and Jolnos!

i did two versions of this one bc i liked it so much

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OK I KNOW I ALREADY SENT IN i1 BUT WHAT IF DEV, NORM, AND VOY

i had to adjust the pose a bit bc norms so ridiculously short

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Day 21: Palette #4 h e i g h t d i f f e r e n c e 

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Hey hey I decided to try to upload it to youtube and got copyright claimed 🤪 so enjoy an instrumental version while I wait for my appeal to go through. The version with the correct sound is linked in the description and you can watch it on gdrive 🥺 I’ve worked really hard on this so I really want people to see it. 

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a few self indulgent ship doodles

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it was only a matter of time before modern au became a thing right 

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We have a dance! In the brothels of Buenos Aries Tells the story Of a prostitute. And a man... who falls in love...

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V3 r: i don't wanna know?

i already did that pose for greg and rose and i knew this ask was Just For Me anyway so i picked my fave pose that no one chose for any pairing instead i hope thats okay ghssdhkgdfs 

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand some wip norm stuff i probably wont finish 🐌🐌🐌

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pop wips and doodle dump \o/ 

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a mock up poster for a dnd game i play in, as a gift for @s7nnyflowers, the incredible dm 💖💖💖

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