"I'm working on it!"

Avrok is being paid by The Spider to have a relationship with a warlock named Peixe so Spider can keep tabs on her and manipulate her through Avrok if the need should arise.

Accept, the rough, tough as nails eliksni is realizing that he’s falling for the mark, and is fighting fang and claw to keep her at arms length.

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This is a gift for my wonderful friend! Very NSFW!

There was a note of amazement in her voice, as if she'd seen the lighthouse.

The Exo-Hive doesn't look up from their workbench immediately, but at the second cl of their name, he finally looks up.

Mismatched green gold eyes soften and widen at the sight of their Warlock friend, and Darrix strides across the room, clasping her shoulders in two warm, metal hands.

A tiny, three-fingered hand grasped his digits.

"Oh..!" The Exo falls quiet, leaning in just a bit to coo at the smallen, wrapped up in eggsilk on Peixe's back. "Oh my goodness, they're so cute! Have you decided on a name??" No questions asked, just happy acceptance.

she blew out a breath, shifting the carrier to her front so she could press her face into the top of the little ones swaddled head.

"I'm thinking of calling them Arach."

She should've known Darrix wouldn't question it.

Peixe paled.

"Holy shit I completely forgot about Avrok!" She clamped a palm to her forehead, then pushed her hair out of her face. "What if he doesn't want them? I don't---"

There was a note of amazement in her voice, as if she'd seen the lighthouse.

The Exo-Hive doesn't look up from their workbench immediately, but at the second cl of their name, he finally looks up.

Mismatched green gold eyes soften and widen at the sight of their Warlock friend, and Darrix strides across the room, clasping her shoulders in two warm, metal hands.

A tiny, three-fingered hand grasped his digits.

"Oh..!" The Exo falls quiet, leaning in just a bit to coo at the smallen, wrapped up in eggsilk on Peixe's back. "Oh my goodness, they're so cute! Have you decided on a name??" No questions asked, just happy acceptance.

she blew out a breath, shifting the carrier to her front so she could press her face into the top of the little ones swaddled head.

"I'm thinking of calling them Arach."

She should've known Darrix wouldn't question it.

There was a note of amazement in her voice, as if she'd seen the lighthouse.

The Exo-Hive doesn't look up from their workbench immediately, but at the second cl of their name, he finally looks up.

Mismatched green gold eyes soften and widen at the sight of their Warlock friend, and Darrix strides across the room, clasping her shoulders in two warm, metal hands.

A tiny, three-fingered hand grasped his digits.

There was a note of amazement in her voice, as if she'd seen the lighthouse.

The Exo-Hive doesn't look up from their workbench immediately, but at the second cl of their name, he finally looks up.

Mismatched green gold eyes soften and widen at the sight of their Warlock friend, and Darrix strides across the room, clasping her shoulders in two warm, metal hands.

Once, in the old days, there was a loving Husband and Wife. Their days were filled with joy- until the Husband left for war. When the Husband returned; he was like a different person. No longer warm and loving; he was cold and distant. His Wife was at a loss, so she went to a Mudang for help. The Wife asked if there was anything the Mudang could do to cure her Husband. The Mudang replied she could make a potion to heal him, but the Wife would need to gather whiskers from a living tiger to complete it. The Wife swore she would do anything to help her husband. The next day, the Wife went into the mountains with a large bowl of rice and meat sauce. When she found a tiger's cave, she placed the food in front of the cave opening. She left and came back the next day with more food. She did this for several days, not waiting for the tiger to eat; until she found the tiger waiting outside the cave for her. The Wife placed the bowl of food on the ground and sat herself far away while the tiger ate. As each day passed, she measured the tiger's mood. And when it seemed comfortable with her, she'd sit a little closer. Eventually, the Wife was able to sit right next to the tiger. The tiger now trusted her enough to allow her to cut some whiskers off. The Wife ran back to the Mudang with the whiskers. But when she handed them to the Mudang, the Mudang threw them into the fire. Before the Wife could get upset, the Mudang explained, "You have shown you have the patience to tame a tiger. You now know have gentleness and patience you need to help heal your husband's soul." The Wife returned home wiser. She must have succeeded for eventually the couple was seen as loving and happy as before.

I collected some screenshots of yautjas being angry for uncontrolling their hunting parties wich make them like cute kittens to me

Sorry I am under powerfull painkiller due to back injuries so I am kinda high

So I’m drawing them with altered memory or maybe using some of your refs, (please if you mind i use yours i will delete it or credit you as u want)

For now I m high as fuck (but i dont bite promise)

Look at him he is so ♥️♥️ assassin boy

And Baron my baby 🛩️ (my favourite) I’m so curious about his back history, especially about his injuries, my poor boy ❤️‍🩹

My English + being on painkillers = probably writing non sense bloubiboulga

The question is who from those yautja should I draw + paint tomorrow?

I know right? 😏☕️ Just look at this beast!

Finished up a warm up featuring my favorite thing, high contrast and bright color xD

Chapter 5 "A Shield, My Body"