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Awww lookin at my pretty gal is making me wanna make something in muted palettes :')
Hiii! I just wanted to let y'all know that I take sketch requests during my streams at https://picarto.tv/Micoafterdark ! And I'd love to have any of y'all join and interact with everyone ! :)
Tho u gotta go easy on me since it'll be my second stream ever :3 but Id love to meet y'all! :) This saturday, 18th Sep, 2021, @ 5pm UTC!
Finally made it. Monsterfuckers rejoice
*Calls out, “Hey, king. Are you single?” to the vaguely humanoid creature lurking at the base of the stairs*
I'm so fuckin rusty
Its been more than a year since I've actually properly drawn something using pen and ink
I do like my new characters face in the second panel, but that's about it
I might post more about the new sorcerer guy once I'm done cleaning this page and maybe adding some dialogue :3
FFXIV Write Day 14 - Clear
Unsundered Era, mild NSFW.
Aphroditos=Ancient!Xander Hestia=Ancient!Celeste
It never failed: If Hades- now the new Emet-Selch- called, the man named Azem, once known as Aphroditos, would answer his summons. As surely as Hades would answer his, whatever his needs.
The intent had been to share a celebratory drink. A clinking of glasses, a transparent rose wine, perhaps a shared meal because Hestia had dropped by earlier in the day with something fresh and delicious and unlike anything either of them could create.
Then, when masks and hoods and propriety were due to return, Hades took hold of his old friend's hand. And Aphroditos found he didn't have the heart or mind to pull it away, head thick and buzzing and humming with the alcohol.
Hades kissed with the desperation of a man wandering for a moon in the desert who'd just come upon an oasis. Aphroditos, in a brief moment of sobriety snatching through the haze, had to admit that Lahabrea's kisses imparted much the same- a cry for closeness, a plea.
Don't leave me alone. I need you. I love you. Don't leave me here to die without you.
Fuck. It was Hades before him. Hades, not Lahabrea.
Don't get distracted. Focus on returning his kisses, his groping. You know his body like it's your own, you should be better at pleasing him than this fumbling!
If Hades noticed any awkwardness or hesitation in his old friend's ever-eager touch, he said nothing. Aphroditos felt his body move as if on autopilot as sweat-slick robes peeled from flesh, tongues tracing prayers along salted flesh and familiar grooves of muscle. (Always so much more than Hades ever gave himself credit for.)
Amid the molten gold honey of Hades' eyes, Aphroditos couldn't help but see the heartbreak in Hestia's when she realized they'd fallen into bed with one another again. They weren't courting, it's not as if she had a claim, but she wanted him and cared for him, and like a thief in the night, there was Aphroditos, stealing Hades away.
Hades took a dominant role that night. Not a role he relished, but one taken out of necessity, as his partner couldn't seem to provide much more than old, memorized routes of pleasure, run as if by an automaton.
Hades buried his face in his lover's neck. Aphroditos found himself wishing for the scrape of beard and stubble. His stomach twisted as he imagined the look of condescension and condemnation upon Lahabrea's face at their Convocation Meeting the next morning when his neck was covered in the bruises Hades sucked into his flesh.
Though his body reacted as ever it did when he and his reticent white-haired friend fell into each other's arms and beds, the new Azem couldn't deny that he took little actual pleasure from the interaction. If anything, he felt lonely and empty, despite the new Emet-Selch clinging to him and still lingering inside, as if hesitant to part their bodies for even a moment.
Clarity after sex was a damnable cliche for a reason, and Azem hated that this episode left him feeling like he should just disentangle himself and leave while his empathy told him he needed to at least wait until his friend and colleague awoke before setting off.
The hours that Emet-Selch slept felt absolutely interminable. The second Azem had enough freedom of movement to get up without waking him, he took advantage of his friend's showers to clean the remnants of the previous night off and out of him.
...and of course, the noise of the showers would wake him. Emet-Selch sat up in the bed, half-covered by his blanket and rubbing his eyes as Azem, freshly cleaned, walked back to the bed and took a seat at the end of it.
"Aph, it's half-past three, what in blazes do you think you're doing? Come back to bed and finish getting a proper night's sleep. We have work soon and I want to enjoy this."
The whine and demand implicit in his tone only made Azem sigh. "I- Look. Hades. We can't keep doing this. Things are... different than they were when we were younger. You have someone else you're sort of dating, and I've got my thing going with Lahabrea, and I just- I can't."
He could feel Hades' shoulders square, his posture bristle as he pulled the blankets tighter to his chest.
"Hades, we tried this, remember? We tried, and tried, and kept trying, and it just never worked out. You were never as invested as I was- or weren't being honest with your intentions. I got tired of the games, and it's clear that each time we do this, we're only making the situation worse. So whatever this is, it needs to stop."
Out of the corner of his eye, Azem could see the new Emet-Selch shaking with barely-suppressed fury, eyes narrowed into slits as if that would conceal the sadness in them.
"Well, if my presence is so objectionable, then leave. I'll enjoy the rest of my evening alone, and meet you at the Convocation Hall when it's time for business, Azem."
As ever, the man hid behind theatrics and passive-aggression when emotional honesty would have served him better. Azem sighed and rose from the bed, crossing to the door.
He waited for the inevitable cry of "Wait!" or "And just where do you think you're going?" that usually followed when he called Emet-Selch on his bluff. It never came.
Masked and hooded once more, Azem stepped out of his old friend's apartment, and slowly made his way into the late-night streets of Amaurot. If any noticed their Counselor to the People shambling back to his own quarters at unthinkable hours of the morning, they didn't bother to offer comment.
Need me a girl like this
Wanna wake someone up by playing w their cock 🥰
Tease them so much that when they wake up they can't help but pin me to the bed and take me, pounding so roughly 🥴