#forestofstarlight

(Closed RP with @forestofstarlight)

Dune winced slightly, turning his head away from the rising sun. He hissed softly, his sleep-addled brain struggling to come up with a reason as to why he couldn't raise his arms nor sit up without some currently unknown weight keeping him down. It was only when he felt a familiar and soft breath against his chest that he finally snapped back to reality and remembered where and when he was.

Closed with @forestofstarlight

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Ochako Uraraka gave out a grunt as she wiggles within her rope bonds. Wearing her hero suit, she had a series of well tied ropes looked around her torso and around her back to restrain her arms "Okay. Okay. This is... Nngh~. Good. Make sure the notes are nice and tight." She instructed your muse. There was a test coming up soon at the prestigious UA High, a test about escaping capture from villains.

It would have a series of challenges and the one pour Ochako struggled the most with... Was binds such as this. Her Gravity quirk being if little help in this scenario. Hence... Why she and your muse where practicing alone in her dorm room this evening....

“R-Right…” Izuku stutters, his freckled cheeks colored a light red from the sight in front of him. It was no secret that he had a huge crush on Uraraka, even back when they first met during their freshmen year, so something like this was a dream come true for him… even though said dream was one of his more naughty ones. He rechecks each of the knots in the rope, while making sure she was still comfortable on his dorm room bed. “Everything looks and feels good.” He mutters, his heart skipping a beat when his hand accidentally brushes against her plush chest.

Ochako nodded as she started to wiggle her body, her eyes narrowed in focus as she grunted a bit. Even biting her lip slightly as she moved her arms, seeing if she could slip free

Once again, Princess Peach found herself kidnapped...again. Seriously! She just upgraded her guards and made sure they wouldn't get taken out so easily. She also couldn't believe Bowser came back after getting his ass kicked after a day. It takes months for him to come back, so she thought she'd have time to relax till he tries again.

"Hey!" she shouts from her room, where there was at least a nice bed, but she wasn't in the mood to sit on it. "Bowser, I know you can hear me, you stupid scaled lizard bastard! Let me out of here right now or I'll be the one to kick your ass!"

A twig snaps nearby, startling the mage. Although, a part of her hoped that the tales of the knight were true…

(Nick Ashcroft)

@forestofstarlight

@forestofstarlight

Nick frowned as he approached the camp, his eyes glowing in the dark of the shadows as he approached. So these were the bandits that he’d heard of? They’d been causing trouble in the region for some time now, but to see them for himself, it was clear they were no simple bandits.

Happy Birthday to me! In the fine Hobbity tradition, I drew a gift for someone else on my birthday! This is dedicated to my dear friend, @forestofstarlight, who got me into The Hobbit! I’ve been wanting to draw Thranduil draped in jewels and furs for her for ages! 

In my mind, this is 100% Thorinduil.

I wanted to show a blending of elf and dwarf aesthetics. Thorin and Thranduil may be antagonistic grumpy assholes but I am in lurve with the idea that, despite all of that, they not only find each other aesthetically pleasing but that there is a deeper connection that no amount of screaming matches, stomping off in a huff, and prolonged sulks can erode. 

I love the idea of Thranduil being Thorin’s muse; he goes back to jewellry making because he’s a perfectionist and he wants Thranduil to wear HIS designs. Thranduil would try to refine Thorin’s style. Thorin cares about how he looks but he’d pretend he didn’t just to annoy Thranduil and get him to sigh and roll his eyes. He’d insist on dwarven-made everything until the first time Thranduil wrassles him into some fine, Mirkwood silk... then, slowly but surely (THRANDUIL CAN WAIT! A HUNDRED YEARS IS A BLINK TO AN ELF!) more and more elf-influenced pieces would make their way into Thorin’s wardrobe. Give it a couple of decades and you’ll find Thorin and Thranduil looking regal and unique in a blend of dwarf and elf aesthetics.

Some of this piece is still doodley but that’s because this is still a sketch! I’m also not terribly sure I like Thranduil looking so... doe-eyed? Maybe he’s trying to be seductive? XD I usually see him as more masculine than he appears here.