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There’s again a (small) artwork contest hold by the Dead by Daylight team. This is my submission to it. Not really breathtaking, just a quick thing that wasn’t originally for the contest, but since work doesn’t leave me with much free time, this has to be enough! So if you like it (and you’re actually signed in because you probably need an account I think), you can give me a vote up here :)
Counting Day 1 before they make the official wedding!
PS. this is for LAUGH only, do not harass anyone, let the streamer do what they want to do with their CCs.
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There is Only One Master of Me
Blue eyes gazed around the chamber with thinly veiled distaste, tapping a nail on her goblet in an attempt to calm herself but it only made her more agitated. As if sensing the young human’s loosely leashed temper, the other beings at the party shied away from her, giving her a large berth, walking past her as if on eggshells and those closest to her containing their gossip to whispers. Not that it helped. Lucette already knew what they were whispering about, the constant glances between her and her target of wrath making it obvious.
Everyone heard about the rejection of the marriage proposal by her father. Everyone knows about his failure of the Wolf Knight’s grand test.
And everyone most certainly knew that Lucette was furious with her once lover. Alessio had failed her. Whatever task her father has asked of the man had apparently been too great for the god kin to handle and he refused. And thus, Artorias refused him as well. As soon as her father told her about Alessio’s refusal to his question, Lucette felt her heart burn with the flames of wrath and throb with the sharp sting of betrayal and heartbreak.
‘How did I manage to fall in love with such a coward?! Surely whatever Papa asked him couldn’t have been so arduous to cause a God kin much difficulty! Was he too unintelligent to complete the task or was his pride too stiff to bend? Matters not. If he could not handle Papa, then he most certainly would not have been able to handle me as a wife. What an embarrassment.’
Worse thing was, he had the audacity to show his face at the party and was throwing her longing glances from across the crowd. And yet, still cowered away from her instead of walking up to her himself. Despite his failure, he still expected her to do the work?! Useless!
‘Fine. He wants a show, he’ll get one. And the main jester will be him, not me.’ Lucette decided, throwing back the rest of her wine and slamming the cup on the table, standing up, drawing people’s attention.
Thankfully for her, Lord Gwyn wasn’t present at this event. Unfortunately for her, that meant that Ornstein surveyed the event in his place. Symbolic, of course. A statement from the King that whether he was physically present or not, he had eyes and ears everywhere. Hopefully she won’t get another 5 hour lecture about her undignified behavior after this. Or worse, tell her father.
At the thought of the possibility of her father hearing of this, a prickle of doubt crept into her, making her pause. She didn’t want to stress him more than he most likely already is. He was probably hurting from her pain too. But at the memory of Alessio’s empty promises, pathetic begging for another chance as she stormed away from him in tears that day, a storm of anger and recklessness swept her up into its arms and pushed her to call out confidently. Or perhaps it was the wine. She did add in a few drops of God kin alcohol into her own.
“Lord Alessio!”
At the sound of her voice, all conversation stopped and heads turned, some towards her, others towards the man addressed. Alessio, for a split second, looked like a fish out of water before he schooled his expression into one of docility.
“My lady?”
Lucette smirked, pleased that he walked into the trap. A dog will always come when called.
“Do you dance, my lord?”
A hint of a smirk grew on Alessio’s lips, a glimmer of pride sparking in his eyes. He thought that she has calmed down from her anger and came crawling back to him. Poor fool. Even a dog knows to sniff a treat before eating it.
“If it pleases you, my lady.”
And there it was, the charm that had caused her to fall in love with him in the first place. What a shame that she didn’t know at the time that charm was empty without action behind it. Lesson harshly learned.
Huffing a laugh, she stepped onto the dance floor, the other couples having cleared the space. A crowd of eyes followed the two as they drew closer, soft whispers filling the air alongside tension and anticipation.
“Play the Volta” She ordered, not looking away from the familiar green eyes before her. As the music filled the room, the two past lovers got into position, starting off with a clap.
“Lucette.”
Starting to speak already? She had expected he would’ve lasted until after the first jump. But this week has possibly been a lesson to her about her high expectations for this man.
“You have been avoiding me.”
‘No shit, you imbecile.’ She mentally rolled her eyes at the astute observation, giving him a cocky smirk with a head tilt. He gives her a look of confusion, tilting his head in question. They continued the dance, Lucette skipping with a spin on the fifth step, turning once again to meet with Alessio.
“Let me explain myself-”
“I wouldn’t recommend that. The last time you tried ended quite terribly, if I recall correctly.” She cut off his weak lead in, her eyes now physically rolling. She is so sick of hearing that sentence. “Let me explain myself,” he says. What a beggar.
“Very well then. I will state it bluntly. Your father disapproves of me. Always has. Along with that beast of his-”
“Sif. Her name is Sif. and you will give her due respect.” She interrupted with a hiss, now glaring at him. Any partner that couldn’t respect Sif appropriately was best thrown out. She was being absurdly generous giving him this false disguise of a chance to speak to her again.
“Sif. They have both disliked me being with you from the start. Your father looks down upon me. For what reason I know not.”
Does he genuinely not understand? Or is his pride tied too tightly around his eyes, blinding him?
“Hn.”
“Because they know I would do anything for you.”
Except the necessary thing to get her father’s approval for marriage. Except swallowing his pride.
As they progressed through the dance, she could tell that Alessio was getting tired of the false pretenses of dancing and simply wished to speak with her. Lucette cared not. He will indulge her until she sees fit to stop.
“Lucette, say something!”
“What do you want me to say, hm? That I forgive you? Most certainly not. That I love you? That flower has already wilted. I have no words for you. You have made it quite clear that you were never mine.” She hissed at him, her throat growing tighter as the feel of heartache threatened to consume her.
‘Hold onto the anger. Hold onto it.’ She moved to do the next step of the dance, turning away from him, but a harsh grip on her bicep pulled her back, stumbling into his embrace, drawing gasps and exclaims of shock from those watching. Before her rage could fully set off for daring to lay a hand on her in such a way, his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her into the air.
“For Gwyn’s sake, enough of this petty anger. You will always be my Lucette!”
Enough.
With neither warning nor hesitation, she backhanded him across the mouth, causing him to drop her on her feet. Whirling around, Lucette glared at Alessio with eyes of blue fire, mere seconds from ripping off his head right then and there.
“I am NOT your Lucette! I never was and never will be! And if you think that you could sweet talk me into falling into your arms like some empty headed maiden, you are a bigger fool than my family and I have thought! You would serve better as Sif’s chew toy than a man since that thing behind your eyes and between your ears is empty and lifeless-”
“Lucette. Enough.”
At the sound of Ornstein’s voice behind her, Lucette bit sharply on her tongue, halting her tirade. As much as she wished to tear him apart right then and there, she knew Ornstein would not appreciate a direct order being ignored. With another sharp look at the pitiful man cowering before her, she gave a small curtesy to Ornstein out of courtesy and made her way to the doors, the crowd hastily parting to let her pass. Before she could leave however, she decided to make an announcement. For any and all of the God kin in the room who wished to try their hand at taming the wolf’s daughter in the future. Spinning around, she faced the crowd again, her gaze sweeping over them with unfaltering heat.
“There is only one master of me. And he is not in this room.” She called out confidently, daring anyone to argue against her. With that parting message, she turned away and left the party, the doors slamming closed behind her. Let them chew on that. And if they ponder over who she was speaking about, then let them. Only the ones that know her know who she meant.
Later that night, as she braided her hair for bed, she distantly heard the entrance door to the Wolf Suite open and the familiar clacking of nails and metal on stone.
“3...2...1” She softly counted down, grinning as the noises drew closer and in strode Sif, greeting Lucette with soft barks and attacking her face with licks.
“Hahaha Sif! I already had my bath! And you are still dirty from the day.” Lucette giggled, pushing the large wolf away from her face. Sif huffed, offended at the implication that she was dirty and finally released Lucette from her slobbery greeting, laying her head on her lap to receive her due head scritches. Which Lucette happily complied with, always happy to pet Sif’s fluffy self. A knock on the doorway drew both of the girls’ attention, Sif’s tail beginning to wag at the sight of Artorias.
“Good evening, Papa.”
“Evening, Starlight.” He greeted, bending down to kiss her hair, ruffling Sif’s fur.
“How was the ball? I hope you did not partake in too much wine.” He asked, giving her a playfully stern look.
“No no, only a cup. As for the ball...Well, it was surely eventful. That is certain.” She answered, eyes focused on her hands petting Sif. She could hear the clink of armor as her father shifted, looking at her with a questioning look.
“Did something happen?”
‘You’ll find out one way or another. Might as well give a small idea for what’s coming.’ Lucette huffed, finally looking up to look her father in the eye.
“I saw him there. At the ball.”
From the sudden appearance of tension in the air, she knew that he knew who she was talking about. Artorias kneeled down beside her bed, making his height match her own, large hands that Lucette has seen smash grown human armored men into pieces, tenderly cupping her own.
“Did he attempt to speak to you? What did he say, starlight?”
When she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was a sob and that sound released the floodgates. She wept in her father’s arms right then and there, the crush of defeat overwhelming her after so long held back. With no more anger to distract her, all she had left was grief for the love that was swiftly killed. She could hear her father cooing to her gently, one arm wrapped around her as his other softly stroked her hair.
“He….He wanted me to... forgive him. Implied that you and Sif somehow sabotaged him.”
Sif very much did not appreciate Lucette’s ex’s attempt to switch blame, a growl rumbling lowly in her throat, soothed away by more head pats from Lucette.
“And what did you say in return?”
“I refused, of course. To do otherwise would be an insult to myself and you and Sif. I could never have such low respect for myself to do so.” She spat out, a flash of anger running through her before fading away. A part of her regrets confronting him but the majority says that he deserved it. That he’s lucky Ornstein stopped her.
“Do you wish for me to...speak with him?” Her father suggested darkly, leaning back to look her in the eyes, his own filled with silent promises of vengeance and retribution on Alessio for causing her pain. A tempting offer but she turned it down.
“No. I think the public humiliation I caused him was enough. If he tries again though...well, I did promise Sif a nice bone one of these days.”
At the mention, Sif’s tail began to wag eagerly as father and daughter shared matching mischievous grins.
Indeed, there was only one true master of her. And she loved him dearly.
Late night thoughts are something else entirely.
Does anyone else find it hard to relate to the happy "normal" families (irl, tv, etc) ? Or is it just me? When I see people in a healthy relationship I just smile awkwardly because it feels so foreign to me! It feels fake !
Anyone else?
What a good momma dog. Great crowd management, too! Almost makes me wish I were a Golden.
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7 hours of drawing for happy spirit, funny maka and silly stein
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Only to remember that at one time Wally's parents were nice
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“- named Viserys after his grandsire. The child was smaller and less robust than his brother, Aegon, and his Velaryon half-brothers, but proved to be a most precocious child...-” Fire and Blood yeah still getting around posting again but it prob’s gonna be in my own time, but I hope to improve a little bit.
Here, have Rhaenyra and her boys
Psssst… someone on the discord saw I painted David’s nails black on the art I did of him shopping with Darlin and they came up with the brilliant idea of a pack nail-polish sleepover, and now I NEED that fic in my life… *bats eyes lovingly* and I know the perfect person to write such an adorable fic…
I am THRILLED that you asked! I am wild about the fanart you made and love the idea of a nail-polish sleepover pack party! I also added this as a third chapter to the Why The Duck? fic on ao3.
no warnings for once! just the pack being adorable.
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“I don’t understand why I need to sleep over,” Darlin griped when Asher dragged them into David’s house.
“It wouldn’t be much of a sleepover if we didn’t sleep over…” Asher countered.
David rolled his eyes from the kitchen.
“ASHER!” Angel shouted from the living room where they were already playing video games with Milo.
Asher lit up, toeing off his shoes and heading toward the living room with two more sleeping bags. “ALPHA MINI!”
Darlin lingered at the door and for a second David thought they might try to duck back out and escape. They’d never come along to one of these pack get togethers before. But things had been going better with them and the pack since the day they invaded Darlin’s apartment. They’d actually shown up to gatherings they were invited to and more than once in the last couple months, the group had gone home to Darlin’s to hang out when they were in that part of the city.
Darlin closed the front door and stepped out of their boots, hanging their jacket up on one of the dozen hooks on the wall. They noticed David in the kitchen when they took a couple more steps into the house. They nodded at each other.
David held out a beer and Darlin came closer to take it. “First sleepover?” he asked.
Darlin snorted. “I’ve couch surfed before…”
David wondered if that meant they’d been between homes at some point and staying on couches… “You’re not gonna get any real-estate on the couch,” he said instead. “Angel and Stealth formed an alliance last year after what they call ‘The Cushion War’ and have since claimed it as theirs and theirs alone when it comes time to sleep. They rolled Asher off of it last time we did this. But he didn’t even wake up when he hit the floor.”
Darlin took another drink to hide their smirk. “But you have rooms. Why not just go to bed?”
David realized suddenly that Darlin had never been to a sleepover. Not even as a kid. He grabbed the chip bowl and handed it to Darlin before picking up the dip. “It’s more fun this way,” he promised, leading the way to the living room.
Pillows and sleeping bags were rolled out across the floor. Angel was sitting on a small pile and mashing buttons, eyes glued to the screen. Milo was kicking Asher to keep him out of his way while he tried to play. Stealth and Babe were on the couch, Babe’s hand on Stealth’s thigh as they painted their nails in careful stripes.
Angel’s nails had already been painted gold and Milo’s were a green so dark it was almost black.
Darlin put the chip bowl down, eyeing the nail polish situation curiously.
David bit back his smile, putting down the dip and taking a seat with his back to the base of the couch. “I don’t suppose Asher warned you that they started painting nails at these things a while back?”
Darlin looked even more confused.
Angel won with a roar, leaping to their feet and throwing down the controller onto the soft rug and sleeping bag piles. They had won. They throw both hands into the air and rolled their hips, shouting their victory over Milo, who wailed appropriately.
David smiled, taking another drink of his beer. As much as he usually complained or rolled his eyes, he fucking loved these stupid sleepovers.
“My turn!” Stealth said, screwing on the lid to the nail polish they were holding and holding out their hand, wiggling fingers for the controller.
Angel handed it over and then noticed Darlin. Their eyes grew. “You came!”
Darlin actually looked like they might run from Angel, which was hilarious considering their height difference, not to mention strength differences. Angel jumped over Asher on the floor and latched onto Darlin’s arm, tugging them deeper into the living room, to a spot between mounds of pillows. “What color do you want?” They sat down, somehow pulling Darlin down with them.
“Um…What?” Darlin looked very confused.
“Oh. I don’t care. Whatever.”
David, Asher, and Stealth all whistled at that mistake.
“Unicorn Picnic it is!” Angel sang, snatching up a bottle of that shimmery pale pink.
But Darlin didn’t seem to mind, watching curiously as Angel put their hand on their knee and then grabbed one of the multi-sided nail files off the coffee table they’d shoved to the side.
Asher rolled on the floor until his body hit David’s leg. He rolled his head back to look up at David. “What color do you want?” he asked, somewhat pacified after getting out the bulk of his energy on Milo a second ago. The energy would recharge though—it always did.
David shrugged. He’d fought this when it started almost a year ago but since given up. It was actually kind of calming and he didn’t really hate having painted nails either. “Keep it dark.”
Asher saluted. “Yes, boss!” He sat up fast and twisted around. He was lanky but fast. He dug around in the basket of nail polish shit until he came back with a purple so dark it looked black. He flipped it over to read the bottom. “Lincoln Park After Dark?”
David shrugged, taking another sip of his beer and watching Milo and Stealth play.
Asher sat crisscross and took David’s free hand, settling it on his thigh.
“Ash, use the fucking base coat! Don’t be a heathen,” Stealth said, noticing what he was doing even while they were playing.
Asher rolled his eyes but nodded, digging out one of the bottles of base coat to go on first. He shook it. “Thank you so much, Stealth!” he said back, sickly sweet. They’d been doing this fake animosity since they got to know each other. It was cute. Like siblings.
David offered him his beer before he started and Asher took it and a quick sip. Despite being fast in all other things that David knew of, Asher was very slow and careful about painting nails. It was possibly the most focused and still David ever saw him.
“Is Sam coming?” Babe asked from the couch.
Darlin shook their head, feeling their newly filed nails with one hand discretely while Angel worked on the other. “He was busy.”
“You should bring him next time,” Angel said.
Darlin hummed like they might actually do that. The doorbell rang and the door opened, more pack members announcing themselves as they shuffled in with sleeping bags, snacks, and games.
Eventually, after hours of game playing and movie watching, his pack would start to fall asleep. Milo always fell asleep leaning against the couch where Stealth was sleeping. Christian and Amanda always landed side by side, no matter how they pretended not to give a shit about each other when they were awake. Asher eventually fell asleep wherever he happened to be, whether he was sitting or laying down—holding a controller or food. Whoever was close by, would nudge him over or take things from his hands when they realized he was out. And Babe was usually one of the last to fall asleep. When they did, they found Asher wherever he’d dropped and put a pillow under his head before laying down on the couch.
Darlin fell asleep with their back propped up on a pile of pillows and their arms crossed tight against their chest and only woke up briefly when Asher rolled over and flung his legs over theirs. David saw them raise an eyebrow, but they didn’t push him off, just went back to sleep.
David had his spot, sitting with his back to the couch near the corner, nearest to the door, where he could see everyone. Angel usually laid down and used his thigh for a pillow, watching the TV even as they were falling asleep, eyes opening every ten minutes or so to look at the screen. When everyone else was out, or drifting into sleep, the room dark but for the flicker of the screen and the volume low, David let himself trace the lines of Angel’s face and marvel at his life, his luck, and his family.
“Eric, listen to your dad.”
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