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Disregard the sketches that are just bedroom. The one I really love and abandon here is the one that’s fanart. I can’t work on it - i don’t like painting anymore, I don’t like lineart, it’s just going to stay like this, unfinished, but I think it’s neat. So here I am. To put it to rest. And I think the sketchiness is what makes me love that unfinished bit in the first place, honestly.
Few enter the Ashaanok forest and live to weave tales of the “the trees which wander”. Some would claim the leafless boughs are the many limbs of foul ents born of forbidden witchcraft.
Still others would suggest it is the very bodies of a long lost colony of elves who defied the rise of the city of Spirecrest. It is said that in their grief in the burning of the Mirthel Valley forest, they dedicated themselves entirely to the north woods, both body and soul…
(Lore building from a work in progress.)
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This has haunted me for well over a year in my WIPs folder and every effort to go back and continue the linework and rendering has ended in deleting all my added layers from the session. It’s a shame too, because it marked what felt like not just a step forward with my capacity, but a departure from my usual body of work which had been feeling as stale as quarantine at the time.
I’d like to revisit it one day, but from scratch rather than continue to agonize over its foundation. Its flawed, but I’m proud of it.
Thank you so much for providing it a proper place to rest.
The dream world wasn't nearly as floaty feeling as Evan had expected it to be when he first found himself within it. Sure he could hover or pass through some walls or just drift endlessly through it, but there was always a tangibility to it. A harsh stop still jolted him, a fall still made the skin on his hands or knees split and bleed.
Evi's touch still bruised or burned or chilled when they laid together. His hair still tangled around Evan's fingers when he wanted it to, the porcelain of his prosthetics still bit with cold.
Maybe the dream world was a horrifically floaty place, but Evi was just very good at keeping him grounded.
They floated over an ocean, vast and endless and only there because they desired its presence, with Evan cradled against the burning cold of Evi's soft chest.
The deep dark emerald of Evi's skin still flushed blue with the aftermath of their love making. All of his eyes shut and his head lulled back with the column of his neck bruised and bitten. The mass of Evi's bubblegum pink hair haloed him so perfectly. A hedonistic adonis reveling in the soft echos of his orgasms in a way only a beast of this endless dream could.
Evi's lips were once again covered but Evan liked to think he was smiling under his mask. The larger of Evi's mouths, the one that split him down the middle from the dip of where his collar bones met to just above the soft mound of his crotch, was quietly churring, grinding the many Many jagged teeth within it in a way that made it almost sound like he was purring.
Evan traced his finger tip along the jut of Evi's ribs, following the curve idly as they both dreaded Evan having to wake up.
Evi was always better at guessing the passage of time, always knew when Evan's alarm was about to break them apart, which was why he was always the one to pull Evan into a kiss that barely felt real, all warm human lips against cold porcelain, in the moment before Evan was alone in his bed, warm under his covers and already missing the firey chill of his lover.
Evan slapped at his alarm and stood from his bed, sighing and far more awake then he wanted to be. He stood and stretched, shivering as he felt the ghostly and barely there touch of Evi's hands trail down his back before vanishing just as quick as it came.
Evan smiled to the thin air. Evi could only interact with this world in short, tight bursts, and Evan always cherished that some of those interactions were used on him.
Evan showered and dressed in baggy black jeans and a tshirt baring the most recent album art of his favorite alt heavy metal band. His leather jacket and third hand combat boots were by the door but he was stopped in the hall by the sight of one of his medicine bottles sitting square in the center of it.
He grimaced, crouching down to pick up his sleep aids as the weight of Evi settled against his back. He felt Evi's arms wrap tight and possessive around his chest for just a moment before Evi was flickering back out of this realm of existence.
"I'll be home soon enough," Evan said to the empty house, "I've gotta get groceries, and run to the doctors to get another script for these things," he rattled the nearly empty bottle. "The fucker thinks I'm selling them so I have to put on a good show for him. But, as soon as I'm done I Swear I'll be home and back in bed with you,"
Silence, followed by the door to his bedroom slamming hard enough to rattle the walls was the only response he got.
Evan rolled his eyes and tossed the bottle onto the couch. Evi was a needy and dramatic person but that was a bit much even for him. He pulled on his boots and coat and resolved to find some candy to make it up to Evi.
The world outside his house had become something disgusting in the months since he moved into his new home. Drab and solid even on sharp spring days like this one. The people were all too plain and loud, the sounds and smells too overwhelming and too out of his control. Maybe it was his over reliance on the damn sleep aids that was doing it.
Maybe humans weren't made to sleep away every moment they weren't working just enough to afford the bills, or tending to the necessities of life. Maybe Evan was getting tired of being human. Maybe he was getting damn near ready to sus out a way to join Evi in the dream world permanently.
He stopped that train of thought before it could careen to its obvious overdose based destination.
He loved Evi.
He couldn't imagine a day without him or night spent away from him, but Evan wasn't stupid.
The bus rumbled as he stared unfocused at the city outside the window, his headphones blocking out the worst of the noise.
Evi wasn't something to be treated as a normal lover. He was a predator, something hungry and hunting. Evan loved Evi like a man loves his other half, Evi loved Evan like the wolf loves the deer.
Evan knew he would give his life for Evi eventually, or Evi would take it if he took too long, but he also knew that his death would be just that. He would be gone, Evi would be fed. Evi had confessed that to him within the first month of their courtship. Evan was, and still is, surprisingly ok with that. It Should bother him. He knew it should, but it just Didn't.
Evi and his dream world were worth a premature, peaceful, and probably euphoric death.
The doctor eyed him weird when he said he needed a higher dose. A blood test was ran, something about needing to make sure Evan's liver was handling the dose he was already on, but the results were far from ideal.
He wasn’t in liver failure. Yet. Yet was the key word the doctor kept repeating.
Evan's new prescription was for a far lower dose, but he either took it or he wasn't getting another refill.
The bus ride to the grocery store was nerve wracking. How was Evi going to take this? Could they find another way to keep Evan asleep? Some of his high-school friends started selling years ago, maybe he could track one of them down? Maybe one of them would have something to keep him in Evi's arms.
The bag of candy Evan bought was unreasonably large, but he needed to make sure Evi wouldn't be too mad.
the bottle was on the floor in the hall again.
Evan set his groceries aside and picked it up, after moment he sighed, and took three, there was no reason to delay telling Evi.
The door to his bedroom opened for him, and Evi's weight dipped the bed beside him when he went to lay down. The pills weren't an instant solution, but he was already tired from such an active day, and
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Working the janitorial night shift at Uncle Jim Jim's Fun Complex wasn't exactly an exciting job, nor was it all that spooky. The building was old, yes, and some nasty rumors had accumulated in the five or six decades it had been open, like they do with every family friendly amusement center, but that didn't change the fact that is was a well lit and somewhat recently remodeled place. No weird paintings, no animitronics, or cursed acting games, just tacky carpet and some gross smelling vinyl seats.
Truly the spookiest thing about Jim-Jim's was the doofy coffin on top of some of the crane games in the back corner of the arcade section. It was a cartoony wooden thing, painted black with small purple flowers decorating the edges. It looked cute in a way, but it had been an absolute pain in the ass to dust the cob webs away from when it came time to clean up there, so it's cuteness was not enough to make up for the hassle of its existence.
Silas had maybe considered opening it when he first got up the step ladder with the duster. An idle curiosity that was justifiable if you considered that he needed to make sure nothing had decided the damn thing would make a good nesting site. Though he had hesitated when he saw the hand prints in the dust. Small places where the black paint was shiny and clean from being recently wiped despite the dull grey film covering of the rest of it.
Silas thought of himself as a reasonable man.
This was a spooky coffin decoration in one of the less easily monitored corners of his workplace. Some kids had probably just thought it would be funny to climb up here and mess with it.
Silas was not superstitious. His workplace was boring after hours. This was just a decoration and he was just letting those rumors get to him.
The Cook who always said hi to him when he arrived and the cook was getting ready to leave was just pulling his leg about what happened to all the other night shift cleaners. They had just quit this dead end job, there was nothing more to it. There was no beast of the night in Uncle Jim Jim's Fun Complex. That would be stupid.
He did not open the coffin.
He found a five dollar bill beside it the next time he went to dust up there.
Silas wished the security cameras in this building actually worked. Something in the walls kept cutting the cables. Not chewing through them, cutting them.
There was no beast in Uncle Jim Jim's Fun Complex. That would be stupid.
Silas learned to bring headphones to work with him to drown out the quiet stillness and the feeling of being watched.
There was no beast.
He had a routine down by the end of the first month. He'd start in the main pizza parlor and reception area, and then work mostly anti clockwise through the dance hall, then the skating rink, the kitchens, the bowling alley, and finally the arcade with the coffin.
Silas wasn't scared of it, he was a grown man and a veteran of his trade. He had worked the night shift in hospitals and taxidermy museums. An arcade with one weird piece of decor was nothing. He told himself that every week when it came te to dust the tops of the machines. He found another five dollar bill beside the coffin everytime he did.
He was in the arcade, late into his shift with only a few more tasks left before he could go home. The screaming came from the parlor. Sharp and high, a woman or older teen crying out in a piercing call for help.
Silas wasn't a brave man, but he wasn't heartless either. Armed with only the broom in his hands he rushed past the dark screened arcade cabinets and into the wide open room that was the parlor.
The tall man with the knife and long trench coat jerked his head up when he heard the arcade rooms doors burst open. The gun in his hand still pointed at the sobbing, frail looking teen he had pinned under his boot.
Silas wasn't a brave man, but he sure as hell was a fool. He charged, knocking bodily into the man and wrestling him to the floor. The fucker was strong, but the element of surprise and Silas's not insignificant bulk had been enough to give Silas the upper hand for the moment it would take the man to recover from the impact.
The gun thunked down onto the linoleum, its shining silver barrel catching the florescent light. Silas kicked it away as the man struggled to reach for it.
"GO, Call the cops," Silas shouted at the boy. He nodded and stumbled to his feet, bolting towards the front doors as the the man knocked Silas off of him
"You don't know what you're doing!" the man snapped, throwing an elbow and catching Silas in the chin. The sharp jolt of pain disorienting him enough for the man to get out from under him and back onto his feet, "That thing is a monster,"
The man again made a dash for the gun, but silas caught him by the ankle, Pulling hard and tripping him up enough to send him sprawling.
Silas managed to avoid getting kicked in the face, as he dragged the man back and grabbed for his arm. wrenching it back and pinning it between them. The man's free hand attempted to grab for something hidden under his coat, but Silas was faster, pulling the knife from its holster and pressing the edge of it against the mans neck.
"Stop Fucking Fighting. The cops will be here soon and you can tell them all about why I should have let you kill that boy,"
The man grumbled something Silas didn't catch. The gun was back in his hand, Silas hadn't even seen him reach for it-
The burst of searing hot pain in his leg registered an eon before the bang of the gunshot.
Silas was knocked off the man. his back hitting the ruby red concessions stand as the man bolted for the doors. Silas tried to give chase, but his vision was swimming with burning white and his leg didn't seem like it had any interest in supporting his weight.
He clamped his hand over the bloody wound and just hoped the boy got somewhere that that freak wouldn't be able to find him.
The kitchen door opened with a stiff creak. Silas craned his head to see the boy peering over the counter at him.
His curly platnium blond hair covered one side of his face, but Silas could still see how gaunt he really was now, his light blue eyes were sunken and his cheek bones looked like they were about to cut through his deathly pale skin. Silas was also beginning to suspect he had underestimated how old the boy was. The dark bags under his eyes and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him combined with the way he held himself made it clear he was definitely an adult. A young and boyish looking one, but an adult none the less.
"Did you call the cops?" Silas asked,
"Yeah," he said, his voice a little rough as he came around the corner to sit on the floor beside Silas, "They're on their way, but my phone died while I was talking to the dispatcher,"
"Are you ok?"
"You're the one who got shot,"
"You're the one who got assaulted,"
The boy just stared at Silas, quiet and owl-like. those pale blue eyes soft and guarded as his lip quivered and his thin shoulders tensed up. Silas swallowed and slowly reached to put his arm around the boy, carefully pulling him close as he began to cry again,
"There you go, It's ok," Silas held him like that until the blue and red lights were flashing through the windows,
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"No, I- I was just going home after a party and that guy started following me. I saw that the doors to this place were open and like, what kind of freak would assault someone in Jim-Jim's?" The boy, whose name was apparently Chase, tried to laugh, but it ended up being more of a whimper.
He had lead the cops back to where Silas was still sat, and insisted on giving his testimony from the safety of Silas's side. More or less, the guy just seamed shaken and in need of some form of security. Silas certainly didn't mind, Chase was sweet and cute and maybe reminded Silas a bit too much of himself when he was that age.
"And you heard the commotion?" The cop asked Silas, the bleeding hadn't stopped, but he was sound enough to answer a few questions with a rag pressed over the wound while they waited for the ambulance,
"Yes sir, I'm the janitor. I was over in the arcade cleaning up and such, heard Chase scream, and saw the guy pointing a gun at him. I didn't think, just sorta tackled him and hoped for the best,"
"Ok, and he shot you during the struggle?"
"Yes sir, after Chase ran off to call for help,"
"Is there any reason you didn't call for an ambulance following being shot?"
"My phone is in my locker in the break room, and I just assumed yall would've been bringing an ambulance,"
"Ok, Chase, Why did you come back?"
"I heard the gunshot after my phone died. and- I just needed to make sure Silas was ok, he got shot because of me and if he had-" The tears started welling up again.
Silas held him a bit tighter and the cop sighed as he closed his note pad,
"Thank you both, The ambulance will be here any moment to take you to the hospital," he nodded at Silas, "But do you need a ride?" he asked Chase,
Chase shook his head, "No I can make it the rest of the way on my own,"
this is the first piece of writing I ever made for a dearly beloved story. Lordakai is lying in this scene, he had never once layed with Toi'uhla and would never force himself on anyone.
The pirate captain laughed deep and hearty as the duke made his offer. He crossed his arms over his broad barrel chest and turned away from where he had been messing with the tchotskies on the duke's shelves.
"I know your type arnt the most paternal, but is that really all your son is worth to you? For that much I might as well keep him!" he took a swig from his flask as he looked down his nose at the prim and proper noble scowling at him.
Lorinuses tended to be so soft and lean looking, with mousy ears, pointed little triangle noses, and big round eyes, but the duke was aged and fat with the soft lavender of his skin having turned a deathly grey from his worrying. His feathers were puffed up and in such a disarray that Lordakai was tempted to ruffle them even more.
"Captain Lordakai, He's worth everything to us-" the duke tried to sound all put together but his fear tinted his voice all the same,
"Hm-Hm, Listen I'll be kind and break it down for you," Lordakai takes the seat that he had been offered upon arrival in the dukes office and grabs a pen and the most important looking piece of paper on the desk. With a flourish he begins scrawling out the math in scratchy and jagged numbers.
"You offered me three-thousand gold Loricas, but you see in my home port the little whore house I like to visit only takes our Vuns, so I'd have to convert all of those loricas into vuns somehow. Lets say I get lucky and whoever makes the conversion only charges me five hundred vuns, meaning that I go home with…" he pauses to do the math, "Right about two thousand seven hundred vuns,"
"Thats a-" the duke tries to speak only for the captain to cut him off mid sentence,
"A small fortune, yes. But, that whore house, my favorite skank at it charges me 35 vuns every time I want to lay with him, and let me tell you this Duke, he's worth every cent of what he charges," he chuckles,
"Anyways, you are offering me barely enough to get seventy seven nights with him! Why I bet his lordship would survive a full four or five years on my ship and in my bed. That's sixteen Hundred nights of plowing a sweet ass that I can even take with me on all my voyages. Hell, I might even share him with my crew to get even more worth out of him,"
"Don't you dare lay your filthy mits on him!" the duke jumped to his feet, his crest puffing up as his skin flushed bright with rage, "I'll have you hung-"
"I'm already hung," Captain Lordakai snickered at the father's outrage, "I'll give you this as my final deal, Fifty Thousand vuns. It's even a bit of a family discount since I'm sure I'm going to be returning your lad heavy with my cubs,"
"How much extra to keep you from disgracing him," the duke spat,
"Oh, I've already disgraced him plenty, had him begging for me to knot his little cunt again right before I came to visit you and everything," He leans forward in his seat, his sharp fangs glinting as he smiled, "That's how I know exactly how much your son is worth and I'm an honest man Duke so I'll tell you this; Theres no price you could offer me to stop me from taking another ride on that ass, and unless you give me that 50k right now I'm going to go back to my ship and keep on breeding that boy until I have my money," he shrugs his broad shoulders like they're discussing the weather and not the defilement of the duke's only child, "He's too pretty not to. Especially considering that I won't get to play with him again after this mess is concluded. So, I have to make every moment count, you know how it is,"
The duke scowls as he drops down into his seat with his head in his hands, "I can pay, but getting that many vuns together- it'll take over a month and a half! I can have 50 thousand loricas on your ship, far more value than the same number of vuns, within the week, please, just let me pay you in loricas so he can come home,"
"You really love your son don't you?" Captain Lordakai cocked his head, a thoughtful look on his tanned and grizzled face as he stroked his scraggly beard,
"Yes, he's my life, please, I'll do anything to get him home safe,"
Lordakai leaned back in his seat, and with a tone that almost made his rough voice sound soft he asked,"Think you can answer this final question truthfully?"
"Of course," The duke sighed, hoping that he'd managed to crack into the bear-like pirate's soft spot,
"Think you'll love the grandkids he and I give you that much?" Lordakai tried to sound genuine but cracked into a cackling laughter as he stood from his seat. "See you in six weeks your Duke-ness, I expect you to have my 50k vuns and his room ready for us,"
He stopped in the door way to look back at the dismayed duke, "Oh, and do remember, If you try to cheat me, or get anyone else involved in this. Well, I'll fuck your boy full and then hand him off to my crew to let them do whatever they please with him. Then when they're done and your boy is barely anything more than a sweet little toy, I'll cut off his head and drop his body on your door step. Just to spite you,"
