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Samus Aran by Rekhtion ⚡️ 040

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In no particular order, because I am a chaos goblin:

XIV. Temperance

“What did I say about your hands, mon tigre?” A shaky, frantic voice ripped through Barty. “I haven't moved them—I—I swear.” Orion raised a brow before giving a sing-song reply, “But you did. And what did I tell you I would do?” Barty thought back to those tender kisses along his neck, “You said you would punish me.”

Bat Out of Hell

“Are you going to take my life like you promised?” “Reply hazy, try again.” Sirius answered, then tossed the ball to Barty who caught it one handed. “I suppose a better question would be,” Sirius purred as he sauntered over toward the younger man, winding his index fingers through Barty’s belt loops and tugging him forward so their hips were flush, “do you want me to?”

Undisclosed Desires

“That’s the difference between you and James and me and Barty. You and James live in this fun little bubble where you never share your true feelings.” “Yes, we do!” Sirius denied. “Not really. You, in particular, are afraid of judgment and have held back your desires—your wants—for fear of disrupting the status quo. And I can only surmise that James does the same. Either that or he’s incredibly boring and has never had an impure thought better left in his perfect little head.” Regulus pouted. Sirius’ smirk grew, and he tutted as his waves crashed against his cheeks. “Oh Reggie, I assure you, James is far from an angel . Do you want to know a secret?”

Arcadian Sunset

“When the devil comes knocking, you be sure to tell him I send my regards.”

Cowboy Killer

“Don’t tell me you’re done already.” Remus whispered, crimson lining his teeth as he worked his way up to Sirius’ ear, “Are you gonna come in your pants like a teenager? I thought you could handle a rough ride, darling. You wouldn’t want to ruin those fancy fucking pants, now, would you?”

Wild Things

"You know what your problem is?" Barty said as he took an impossible step closer, so their chests were touching, and Regulus had to look up even further, "You spend so much time stuck in the past that you're missing your present, your future. You're scared, Regulus, because you've been burned before. You're scared that you'll be burned again. So frightened that you're missing what's right in front of you."

XX. Judgment

“I don’t conform to anything—I would have thought you had known that by now.” Barty countered. Orion tutted as he stopped his rotation and stepped behind Barty, so their faces were directed toward the camera. A firm hand gripped Barty’s left hip, and the right hand of his father wrapped around a pliable throat as he purred gospel into his ear, “ahhh, but you do pet. You mold yourself into the image they expect to see when they look at you.” “And what do they expect to see?” Barty moaned out as Orion’s slender fingers traced along the barred throat. “Deviance, frivolity, anarchy.” Sirius watched as his father looked directly at him through the screen, paying no mind to the boy in front of him apart from the gentle caresses against his skin, and Sirius burned. “You refuse to look inward toward the reality of who you are—what you are—finding only a verboten, sinful, rancid soul and judging what you see through their lens, rather than your own.”

Waiting for the Spark

Regulus’ fingers began to ache; he was certain they were probably bleeding from how quickly he was typing and the force Regulus exerted onto each key, desperate to finish but knowing he was barely halfway. He idly thought about the sheer will James Potter was exuding as he managed to keep his cock up this whole time, barely satisfied by the clenching of Regulus’ center.

Broad-Shouldered Beasts

“No, no, no—I took your wings.” Betrayal marred his features, and he stepped back away from the angel. “Oh—Evan. Stop. I just told you I can change you back. I just wanted you to enjoy this for a moment. To see what you’ve missed.” “What I miss is my wings, Pandora . Give. Them. Back.” An impish smile rose to her face, “Not until you stop, take a look around, hear the sounds of the earth, smell the roses, taste the rainbow, feel mortality.”

Through the Looking Glass

“Sirius—he—Sirius cannot lose you again. It will break him—and he—he’s come so far, Regulus. These few months with you have been the happiest I’ve seen him in—well—since first year. And it would damage him beyond repair if you—he’ll take you however he can get you—in whatever way you feel most comfortable with. Be it brothers or—“ James’ wrist rolled in the air as he searched for another label that would be appropriate.

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Several years ago, a very kind Star Wars and comics fan in France who likes my work reached out to me requesting some art!

In the package Fred sent me from France (that I mentioned in the first of these 5 posts), he also included a print he made of this old Jango Fett drawing of mine from 2002 that he wanted me to sign!

Besides signing it, I also added some grey tones with copic markers, so here's the final scan below with those grey tones and signature for him, as well as the original pencils and inks (above) from 2002 for process/comparison (can't believe that was 23 years ago!) 😜

Villain: Dreava Bleek, Gallowood Sheriff

It's a gruesome business enforcing the law, especially when the laws are written by an aristocracy who wants their subjects submissive and terrified and it's your business to keep them that way.

There have always been people like Dreava Bleek, blunt instruments that enforce the social order so those at the top needn't bloody their hands. They do it for many reasons; coin, ambition, sadism, but in the case of this villain it's misplaced righteousness: Dreava has had a hatred burning in the pit where her heart should be since she was a child, a bone deep conviction that if people just knew their place and followed the rules that the world could be a place of pace. Nevermind the powerful that abuse the system for their own gain, nevermind the starving poor who break the law only to fill their bellies. In Dreava's word there are only good citizens and criminals, and criminals will hang.

Adventure Hooks:

Dreava earned both her reputation and her title in her campaign against the Gallerwood outlaws, a band of highwaymen who were famed for robbing everyone from wizards and duchesses and who Dreava left hanging from the trees along the edge of their forest. After her little stunt folks started calling the area "Gallowwood" and speaking of how her victims still haunt the roads looking for one last take. Some others mention a secret hideout that the sheriff never found, in which the thieves kept their most valued treasures.

The two easiest ways for the party to end up in Dreava's sights are to already be criminals, or to make themselves the enemy of some belligerent noble who can accuse them (accurately or not) of some transgression of the law

An amazing commission I ordered from jerzzyp on twitter! I highly recommend their work! 🤠