Feb 23, 2025
Redrew my old art
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Redrew my old art
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"Don't abandon me yet, we have so much to talk about."
If he had stayed another night.... fic inspo art for the widomauks. Lucigast? Nonagast?
Parallels:
Mollymauk: Hey, Caleb. I’m fine if you skim something off the top, that’s fair, but be clever about it. Just distribute 60 or 70 percent of what you find, okay? Good boy. *Lil slap on the face*
Caleb: if you're a good boy we can have this every night.
Lucien: "The wizard is mine."
My crack shipper brain: There was so much "only I am allowed to end you" energy in that line.
The recent episodes are terrifying but also so funny
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Possibly a widomauk ship, about Molly's reaction to finding out that Lucien hit on Caleb?
“Ah,” Molly scratched the back of his neck. “I guess dear old Lucien and I do have a little something in common besides sharing this beautiful face.”
He took a hold of his own chin with a grin and turned his mirthful gaze onto Caleb. Caleb reddened under his attention but didn’t break eye contact and, well, his tail swished back and forth, wasn’t that a fascinating change to explore?
3 sentence prompts
Did Lucien actually admit-- unprompted-- that he found Caleb being condescending Hot or was that a fucking fever dream
WIP!
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart