🌺Your not-so-friendly Demonic Vixen🌺

So to those that might not get many asks or just dont know what pose they might want to do here is the Palette-Pose Maker!!

Palette: [x] Poses: a/b/c/d/e/f/g/h

And I think it goes without saying that if you get a number+letter that dont exist pick again!

If you haven't read the Red Rising Saga, I highly recommend it if you love futuristic Greek mythology and fantasy politics - Pierce Brown writes some stupidly loveable characters in a world devoid of love and consumed by pride. It's literally my favourite book series right now UGH

Merry belated new year🤟 Have Vi as an apology🗣️🥺

AN APOLOGY CAITLYN NEVER- *Gets slapped by every Caitlyn Stan in existence*

We're back here with my OCs again, folks~

Enjoy the gays :D❤️

Also some much-needed context before you read: Zendelle has the ability to summon/control lightning. But the only time she uses it is when she's in a war she feels she can't win, and therefore she only uses it at its strongest levels. This causes a major issue for her body, specifically her sensory nerves. The sensory nerves in her forearms are damaged, and she therefore cannot feel anything in those areas (which are covered in lightning "tattoos").

PLEASE NOTE THAT "_word/sentence_" MEANS THAT IT SHOULD BE IN ITALICS - I WAS JUST TOO LAZY TO CHANGE IT‼️

Okay, that's all! ENJOY MY LESBIANS‼️‼️🗣️🌦️🌈

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The sound of the rain encompassed time in that moment - it hit the ground lightly but still deafened me to the rest of the world. I could smell the freshness it brought - the promise of fertile land in this kingdom.

_My subjects must be overjoyed..._

I inhaled the air whilst taking a breath so deep that I feared my lungs might burst. It was soothing...until the rain grew louder, hitting the ground with a fierceness that terrified me.

_Electricity._

The faint buzz accompanied with the barely sizzling smell in the air was unmistakable. Lightning was to come soon, and to bring with it a storm. Though I've known the sensation all my life, fear still gripped at me with a hold tight enough to incapacitate.

"Shouldn't you be inside, your majesty?"

I jolted at the voice a few feet away from me.

_Strange... I didn't hear her footsteps approach._

"I'm just...thinking."

I looked out at the garden in front of us, one wet with the dew that this crying sky brought. The flowers sagged with the weight and the onslaught of the rain's unceremonious landing.

"If you think too long, you'll catch a cold," Amirinthe informed as she sat next to me, too close to be appropriate for someone in her position.

"A cold is the least of my worries, Princess."

I could practically hear the eyeroll at the title. "I don't know how you managed to make a title of mockery sound like an endearing nickname."

"I'm just good at making things sound better than they are~"

"Didn't sound that way when you told me you were thinking. Did I make you speechless then?" Her giggle warmed the smallest bit of my melancholy, and a part of me clutched onto that warmth as if it was my one and only hope of an escape from the mess I made myself into.

"You make me speechless with almost every word that falls from your mouth, Princess."

"You telling me I talk too much?"

"On the contrary, you don't talk enough."

I stole a glance at her then, and took pride in the smile that glossed over her face, before it disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"Zen... What were you thinking about?"

My hand instinctively reached for my arm, though I couldn't feel the contact - not completely. My thumb gently traced the lightning scars that littered my arms, feeling a pain in them that left my body numb - a worse punishment than I ever imagined possible.

I was sure Amirinthe figured it out by then.

"Oh..."

I could feel the gentle touch that occurred moments later - her hand loosely grasped my shoulder and her thumb rubbed circles into my robe.

"Love, why are you watching the rain if you hate it?"

"I don't _hate_ the rain..."

"You don't?"

"It's what comes after the drizzle that..." My voice became soft as I got up to look at the greying clouds - a sign that what was to come was near.

Amirinthe got up as well, a practiced display of confidence marking her face. "Then why not enjoy the drizzle?"

With those words of ominous positivity, she rolled up her sleeves and jumped into the garden area. Little droplets dripped down her skin, creating goosebumps where there were once none. She smiled brightly up at the sky, as if she were posing a challenge to it. That smile shone brightly against the dreary greys and greens of the garden, appearing like the sun behind the clouds.

And then she looked at me.

Her hand stretched out to take mine, her grin beckoning and her eyes gleaming.

If there was one thing that would always remain true in this world, it was that I was a slave to her whims.

And so, I made my stride forward, and grasped her hand as she spinned and frolicked over the grass, taking heed to not step on the flowers - some of which were not yet in bloom. Her other hand found its way to my waist and, gently, she pulled me with her in this improvised dance.

The rain soaked her guard's uniform, and her hair managed to shake water droplets into my eyes. The harsh pattering of the rain drowned out almost every sound of the world beyond, but her voice deafened me to all but her.

It was as if the rain softened with her whispers, as if its screams against the ground became little more than silence.

As if, for once in all my life, the numbness in my body took its leave, and her touch was all I felt.

"I love you. And I'll protect you. I promise."

I felt her touch my neck, and then my cheek. And I trembled in her arms with each slight brush of her skin against mine. Her lips felt so soft on mine - they were warm like her words, of which were warmer still. Slowly, I took hold of her forearm, returning the gentleness she had gifted me. Unlike her lips, the skin of her arms suffered from the cold, and the goosebumps stayed frozen on her as evidence.

_What I would give to warm her up right now..._

I pulled her body closer as the thunder roared in the distance. I didn't jolt or falter as I heard it, a newfound bravery seizing me with every breath felt from Amirinthe. The fear of the storm, of the _lightning_ that swore to strike me down one day, was nothing in the face of her. She'd conquer a storm if given the chance, and I wished for nothing less than that.

She pulled away from me upon hearing the second roar of the distant thunder, lacing her fingers through mine seconds later. "We should head back inside... I'm shivering over here-"

I smiled at her suggestion, with new ideas bubbling to the surface of my mind - ideas that never would have came to me if it wasn't for this rainy day.

MY ARTSTYLE CHANGED AGAAAIIINNN AHAHAHAHAHA (I also developed a love for colour pencils - smth I never thought I'd be capable of ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)

I haven't given her a name yet BUT LORE DROP

She's a queen who left her home country to marry the king in the west. Upon their first meeting, the king thought she was beautiful and her parents urged her to marry him so that she could become successful and happy in life (for she did not come from a home with many opportunities). She agreed out of infatuation for the king, but as time grew, so did the gap between them.

She sent no money home, for the people would always remind her it was not her money. She would plead to the king, and though he ordered his subjects to make her feel welcome and give her everything she needed, he failed to see the prejudice she faced as a queen of colour. Eventually, she rotted in the palace, forced to become hollow and numb in the face of her mistreatment. She barely remembered what it was like in her hometown, and grew further and further apart from her culture. She hated every minute in that kingdom, but felt helpless as her king made feeble attempts to console her (he cared but sucked at showing it).

One day, the jester and Queen finally have a meaningful conversation - they wouldn't rlly interact due to the jester only being there for laughs and to advise the king at times. This was the first time the queen felt...somewhat seen. He noticed her frown and did his best to turn it into a smile. He showed her tricks and jokes that she snorted to, and he called her imperfections loveable and human. She fell in love with him, and him with her.

He was the reason she connected to her culture and homeland again. He was the reason she could grasp a sense of pride in being a queen, and finding ways to make her position work. No more was she going to be known as "his majesty's wife", she was to be known as "The Queen of Two Worlds", for she was the only one who could join both East and West (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Here's the first thing:

"Prove It, Princess" is an original WIP story by me, Axel Queen. It's an alternate universe of another WIP story of mine, "Protect The Princess" (the OG), which has the role of the princess (or rather, Queen) and guard swapped.

In this case, the queen is Zendelle and the guard is Amirinthe. And yes, they're in love :> teehee~

If you see "_word/sentence_", I was too lazy to change it (or edit it at all), but it means that that word/sentence should be in italics. Have fun reading! <3

TW: Suggestive

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I roll over with merely the smallest realisation that I'm awake. My body and mind lulls in between the worlds of dream and reality, becoming confused on what it wants. My hand lands on a hard, yet smooth surface, and traces the tender curves met by my fingers. My brain tries searching for what it is I'm touching, my eyes still closed and unwilling to perceive the world beyond dreams.

And then she grabs me.

My hand had just traced the deep curve in line with my chest, before she pulled me closer, her hand resting gently on my waist. My eyes barely flutter open as I meet Zendelle's smirking face, seemingly still in a state of sleep. She unwittingly began tracing circles down my thigh, a habit she had come to enjoy. It makes me squirm next to her, my arm beginning to slide down to her stomach like before. I too traced circles on her form until she stopped, appearing to fall back into the land of dreams and out of the space between.

Slowly, I sit up and take in the sun streaming through the curtains. It illuminates her face with ease - her skin practically speaks a story of its own, for it is not without scars.

_Scars I gave her once..._

I walk down to her side of the bed, fumbling a little due to our last nightly encounter, and block the sun from her peaceful face.

_No nightmares... I'm glad..._

My hand ghosts over her face and moves the hair from her eyes. Up close, I can see the bruises I've given her that night, and every other mark of a different battle, pasted on her skin by different people. I still haven't decided whether they make me sad...or jealous.

_She's mine... Oh, how I wish the world knew-_

I move my face closer to hers-

_No one else should be allowed to give you such marks..._

-and kiss her lightly. I can feel the smile in her lips, even though my kiss is like a ghost against her. I turn around with the intention of putting on new clothes, but an arm stops me by grabbing my waist - an all too familiar feeling in this chamber of love and secrets.

"Do you think you can kiss me whilst I sleep and just get away with it, love?"

I turn to face her, a light blush creeping up my face. "I thought you'd find it romantic~"

She chuckles, an amusing sound that managed to vibrate the bed with it sometimes. How it swept me up at other times... I can't begin to explain.

She pulls me closer and I practically almost fall on top of her. Her breath caresses my face as she chuckles lowly again. "Do you know how creepy that is? You could have been anybody~"

"I wonder who else could possibly make their presence known in _your_ imagination, Zen."

I eye roll as she chuckles again, her hand making its way to my face. Her thumb moves over my cheek with the utmost grace and care, and she stares at me with a smile in her eyes that I haven't seen before.

"If only you knew how right you were..."

She gently brings my head down further until our lips meet again. The kiss is deeper this time, and warm colours dance in my vision, a mix of passion and contentment interwoven into such a simple pleasure.

That's always how it felt when I kissed her - there was never an old or dull feeling about it. There was always something new to behold in her tender lips, which moved without searching, and opened without knowing.

Her tongue melts into my mouth as a light moan leaves her. I breathe her in before her hand tugs on my tangled hair, sending a momentary feeling of bliss through my veins. The kiss seemed to last for hours, though it had only been a minute before she released me, the same smirk donning her face for the second time this morning.

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.