Raxacore

Jumping on board the #10dayocchallenge with my favorite OC Rax. Originating as an Apprentice in the Arcana universe, Rax has become a fave to draw in any situation. Rax enjoys meditation, sewing, reading, and his favorite color is blue. Featured are his Book of Shadows, trusty cloak, masquerade mask, favorite flower (blue bells), and his 5 tattoos. Rax enjoys dressing comfortably and makes many of his own clothes. If Rax should tug at an art string, let me know by tagging me! Or using #drawraxinyourstyle

My take on the garden scene

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“Then I guess… pain… doesn’t bother you either then?”

Julian raises his eyebrows. “Why should it? In my line of work, you can’t be afraid of a little pain. One might say I have… intimate knowledge of it.”

Raxacore feels his hair stand on edge and fire bloom to life across his face. Julian’s smirk only widens. Raxacore takes a deep breath before closing in on Julian, he puts on hand on his hip as the other presses lightly into the wound on his side.

Julian swallows and grins back his cheeks tinted pink. “Oho, are we dancing? I didn’t know you could. What, er, what’s your poison? Tango? Waltz?”

Raxacore gives a breathy laugh. “Covering with a joke? Guess it’s working then.” His hand presses harder into the wound. “Don’t guess it’s gonna kill you hm?”

Julian bites his lip and makes a muffled noise, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He takes a step back, his back hitting a crumbling, but unyielding, stone wall. Their hips press together, tantalizingly, as Raxacore’s fingers probe the injury.

Julian looks down desperately. “S-So not the waltz then. Pity, I’ve been known to cut a rug.”

“You know…. Doctor…” Raxacore grins as Julian’s fingers press bruisingly into his shoulders. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you’re enjoying this.”

Julian gasps as he slides down the wall a bit. “Raxacore-”

Raxacore quickly captures his lips in a bruising kiss. Julian groans wantonly into it and Raxacore takes his chance to press his tongue past pliant lips. His tongue lathes over Julian’s as he presses his hand harder into his wounded side. Raxacore pulls back to admire the panting mess in front of him. His face red and glistening in the blue glow of the garden.

Raxacore swallows hard. “That’s…. wow…”

His lips quickly capture Julian’s again and again in hard quick kisses. His tongue explores his mouth eagerly, retreating only to nip at his bottom lip before diving back in. Julian’s death grip on Raxacore’s shoulders is the only thing holding him up. His legs feel like they could buckle at any moment.

Raxacore’s hand on Julian’s hip quickly slips up between them to thread into his hair. He tugs at the hair on the back of his neck and relishes in the moan it illicits.

“How far can you get just from just *this*” He smirks as he presses their hips together, feeling clear evidence of both their arousals.

Raxacore takes in the sight of Julian, face flushed, eye shut, lips red and swollen.

’*Oh yeah. I could get used to this.*’ He thinks as he bites his lip.

Julian is lost in bliss as Raxacore’s hand rubs slowly over his wounded side.

Raxacore grins. “Pick your pain Julian… Head or side.”

Julian can’t seem to find his voice, his eye flicks down to the hand on his side in a silent plea.

Raxacore disentangles his hand from Julian’s hair, sliding slowly down his chest, past his stomach. Julian shivers in anticipation as Raxacore’s fingers slide over his hip and-

“O-Ohh R-Rax-”

Raxacore wants to mar his slender, pale neck. Bite into him like an apple and relish in the taste of his skin. He refrains, choosing instead to watch him writhe under his hands.

He presses one hand against Julian’s side and the other palms his straining erection through his trousers. Julian pants loudly as he cants his hips into Raxacore’s hand, desperate for more contact. A hiss escapes his lips. Between the pain coursing through his side and the absolute pleasure from his aching cock, he can barely form a complete thought.

“I-I….”

Raxacore’s fingers continue to pull stutters and groans from Julian. “You want something? More?”

Julian nods, an undignified squeal slipping past his lips.

Raxacore opens his mouth to respond when the sounds of loud footsteps quickly approaching cuts him off, Raxacore jumps.

A fucking survey shouldn’t be passed around to dictate who is and isn’t, and popularity is subjective anyway. I’ve seen people getting upset about it, and it’s utter bullshit.

It may have been created with good intentions, but personally I think it seems like a perfect way to give people who are already lacking in confidence a reason to feel like shit. There may also be people on the list who don’t want to be if they feel the very same way I do about this little ‘experiment’.

No creator on here can dictate if their character and content will get notes or attention, just like no one can FORCE people to like their stuff because someone said they should.

People who DO get notes and followers aren’t at fault, which is another possibly unintended consequence with this survey, to make these popular (ugh) creators seem at fault for stealing the limelight?

Basically, create what the fuck you want, massaging egos is dumb, don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, and the word ‘popular’ is absolute bollocks.

I um, I tried. I love this man @thearcanagame

I was in the mood for Angst so here’s Rax post the Julian breakup. My poor boy. Judah belongs to @roguebirb

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Raxacore walks into the shop, his face scarily blank. As he closes the door he leans his forehead against it, a lone hand presses into the sturdy wood, fingernails digging into it lightly. He turns, his back pressing against it as he tips his head towards the ceiling. He blinks, eyes stinging and chest uncomfortably tight. He feels his left leg slide forward as his back inches down the wall, his right leg bends as he slips towards the floor.

“Rax?” Judah frowns as he watches his friend staring at the ceiling with hazy eyes. “You okay?”

Raxacore’s eyes slip shut and he takes in a shakey breath. When he manages to look at Judah he can’t hold back the tears, they stream down his face as a broken sob forces itself free. He hits the floor with a thud, sobs racking through his body as he pulls his knees to his chest.

Judah curses as he moves to his friend’s side. He’s not good in these situations, but it’s Rax…

“Be right back.” He rushes upstairs and returns quickly with several pillows wrapped in a fluffy comforter.

He quickly wraps Rax in the blanket and reinforces the cocoon with pillows. He nods and sits next to Rax, close enough to touch him but not quite doing so. Rax reaches out blindly and Judah catches his damp hand in his own. He slides under the cover and let’s Rax lean against him while he gently strokes his arm.

After a time, Raxacore’s sobs subside to hiccups and wavering breaths and Judah starts to talk. He tells stories they’ve both heard a thousand times, but familiarity seems appropriate. He smiles as he recounts the time Sketch caught that huge beetle, the time Asra faceplanted the table in the backroom after tripping over Faust, his escapades of not-so-secretly stealing Asra’s clothes. Rax’s breathing evens out, his body going slack against Judah.

“Rax?” There’s a soft hum in response. “…Do you…. Do you want to talk about it?”

Raxacore shakes his head. “Not right now Judah…”

“Okay. Well… we can’t sleep in front of the shop door. I can’t. I need a bed Rax.” Judah gently prods his friend. “I’m high maintenance.”

Rax smiles despite himself and Judah feels a hint of pride well up in his chest. With Judah’s help they both make their way to their shared room. Rax kicks off his shoes and throws aside his belt before falling into bed and hiding in the covers. Judah changes into a loose set of pyjamas and slips next to Rax.

“…Judah?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I just… pet your hand for a while?”