Willow was out one day with Ari and a few critters in an open field. all of them trying to learn something new. Willow was working on being able to turn into her more humanoid form on command. A few of the critters cheered her on. Some other critters were trying to teach each other how to do things like swim, move fast, do tricks, etc. And Ari was trying to learn to fly, because though she had wings she never really learned to use them for their actual purpose. Though she didn't really know how she was going to manage to do that on her own, most of the critters brought along couldn't fly or had a different build of wings then Ari, and Willow was busy learning her own thing. This left Ari stuck with no help or examples. Suddenly a beautiful bird-like dragon, with big beautiful wings, and a pretty similar build to Ari's wings. They had walked up to Ari showing off their wings and how they could fly. What Ari didn't realize is that they were trying to help and had overheard the problem Ari had. After a few minutes of confusion Ari had realized that they were trying to help, so Ari happily and excitedly accepted the offer and paid close attention trying to understand and communicate as best as she could with this creature. Eventually a worker from the nearby dragon adoption center had come looking for this beautiful critter. “Tandri!” They shouted in panic. “We were looking all over for you, you had the center frantic and worried sick. The worker then looked up to see Ari before looking back to the critter that stood next to her and almost got in with the rest of the critters. “She seems to have taken a liking to you,” they observed. “would you like to take her home with you?” they asked. Ari stared at the new friend she had made and frantically nodded in excitement “of course!.”
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Here's the cover for the Legends & Lattes graphic novel adaptation that my friend Shanti and I have been making over the last year! I'm super excited that this was just announced by the publishers, and should be available to cozy up with this fall. :)
Process below - it was really fun to collaborate with another cartoonist and pass the work back and forth. Our process for the comic pages was pretty similar.
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Notes: Another for this lovely fandom! I feel like people don't play around enough with the potential for weird, tickly shenanigans that magic offers, and I think that is the greatest shame when it comes to the fantasy community on here. If the made-up world doesn't say it can't happen, then it can happen in my delusions 😌
Summary: A guest at the cafe leaves an unexpected present behind for Viv to discover.
It had been a prank, Viv suspected later, a harmless one left by a customer for a naïve fool to happen upon and fall prey to. And Viv just so happened to be that naïve fool. She noticed the bag of powder at closing when the doors were already locked for the day, and customers ushered out. It was sealed tightly, the bag itself black and nondescript with a simple twine string holding it shut. There was nothing telling written on it, and so many people sat in that exact seat throughout the day that Viv couldn’t even begin to guess who it belonged to.
“Have you seen this before, Tandri?” Viv asked, setting her broom aside. The succubus popped her head out of the kitchen, frowning when she saw the bag.
“No. Where’d you find it?"
“I think someone left it here. It was just on the seat.” Viv picked the bag up, examining it closer. It didn’t seem menacing. When she squished her fingers around it, its insides were soft and grainy. No coins at least. She would have felt bad to have accidentally stolen someone’s savings inside the café. “I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps there’s a name inside it somewhere.”
Carefully, she pulled at the string until the bag loosened enough for her to peer inside. There was a magenta powder inside it that looked as though it had the consistency of fine sand. It didn’t look particularly dangerous, but you could never be sure about this kind of stuff.
She was going to peer closer inside when a voice behind her right near her head asked, “What are you going to do with it?”
Startled, Viv flinched, jostling the bag and accidentally spilling some of the powder onto herself. “Tandri!” she scolded, quickly setting the bag down before anymore could escape. Some of the powder had gotten on her hands and even more had fallen down her shirt. She grumbled. That would be fun to clean out later.
Smiling, Tandri walked back behind a counter to grab a rag to dust it off. “Sorry. But you should be more careful with that stuff. A bag like that so conveniently set out doesn’t well.”
Something strange tingled under Viv’s clothes. She scratched at the spot, worrying for a moment that it was some kind of itching powder. Gallina had scored some at a trinkets shop on one of their adventures and had spent the whole night torturing their party with the stuff. Viv shuddered at the memories. As time went on, however, the sensations increased into something that definitely wasn’t itching, though it was closed. It was like someone had dumped a whole pillowcase of feathers down her shirt, all of which were twitching and squirming around like insects who had a lot more sentience than a bunch of feathers.
It tickled. A lot.
Completely taken aback, Viv had no time to prepare herself before she was bursting into laughter, frantically brushing at her body as she leaned back against the counter. They were everywhere. She hadn’t thought the powder had gotten in that many places, but it seemed to be spreading. The tickling under her arms was by far the worst. It was incredibly disconcerting to feel the tickling under her arms but not be able to stop it no matter how tightly she pressed her arms to her sides or shoved her fingers into the spot to block it completely.
“T-Tahahahandri!” she wailed, cackling as she whacked a fist against the counter in protest. “Help!”
The succubus poked her head back out from the kitchen, intrigued by the wild laughter. Her brows furrowed quizzically when she saw Viv seemingly losing her mind over nothing. “What’s so funny?”
Viv shook her hand a few times, trying to concentrate enough through the tickling to communicate. She gestured vaguely to her own body and then to the bag of powder on the counter. “T-Tihihickles!” she managed after a few seconds of struggling.
Tandri’s eyes widened. “Oh!” Then she blushed, coming out fully and clutching her rag as she looked at the orc. There was something strangely flustering about seeing her girlfriend in such a state. “Tickling powder. I haven’t encountered that in quite some time now. I wonder how some would have ended up here.”
Viv was no stranger to being tickled. Gallina, Roon and they were a very affectionate group. Tickling had broken out on more than one occasion, and the others would sometimes group together to take Viv down as she tended to be a powerhouse in that area. She knew she was incredibly ticklish. Though she didn’t exactly advertise the fact to others, she didn’t mind it nearly as much as her party might have been led to believe. There was something so light and bubbly about the sensation that made her blush and her stomach flutter pleasantly. It was also, in a way, like a much softer version of wrestling or fighting, which appealed to Viv’s sensibilities immensely.
It was much different to be tickled by friends, however, than by this strange powder that she had no control over. It was kind of thrilling but equally as terrifying, and Viv was much too ticklish to take her chances on how long it would decide to hold her captive. She was at least grateful it was contained to her upper body, with the exception of her hands, where the tickling felt more delightful than torturous; she couldn’t have imagined how she would have fared if it had spread to her legs or that especially devious spot behind her knees.
“H-How lohohong?” Viv choked out, her legs trembling as she struggled to remain standing against the tickling. She clutched her armpits with a desperate grin. By the gods did that ever tickle!
“I don’t remember,” Tandri said, a bit helplessly, a bit amused. She stepped forward slightly. “I think only a few minutes. It shouldn’t be much longer now. I can try to wipe it off, see if that helps.”
Viv nodded quickly, stamping her foot when a particularly vicious burst of feathery sensations dug into her stomach. Tandri hurried over, sliding the rag under her shirt to try to brush away the powder; she was careful not to get any on herself in the process. Though brushing off the powder seemed to help some, all this rubbing was only adding to the tickling as Tandri’s unbearably delicate touch moved over her torso.
“Cahahareful!” Viv squeaked as the other accidentally brushed against her ribs. She tried to squirm away, unable to help how she batted at Tandri’s hands. “Y-You’re mahahaking it worse!”
“Hold still then! Put up your arms so I can try to brush it out of there.”
“I cahahan’t!”
“Yes you can. Just really quick Viv—I promise I’ll try not to tickle too much.”
Viv didn’t know if she could actually raise her arms, every instinct in her body insisting that she keep them down while the tickling was still ongoing. Very shaky, she managed to pull them up. The moment they were, Tandri’s tail whipped out, sliding around them and holding them in a grip. Viv’s eyes widened.
“Tandri!”
“It’s only so you’ll keep still a moment,” Tandri promised, though it was clear from the glint in her eyes that she enjoyed having the orc in such a state. “I’ll be done before you know it.”
It felt like much more than a moment, but Viv suffered through it as Tandri tubbed and swiped at her helpless underarms beneath her shirt. Not being able to see the tickling was only making it worse. She giggled helplessly, tugging on her arms occasionally but trying to keep them mostly still. She was pretty sure she could have broken out of Tandri’s hold if she wanted, so she exercised an amount of self-control that was harder than all her battles combined.
At last, Tandri finished wiping, pulling her hands out of Viv’s shirt. Leftover laughter still shook her shoulders even after the last of the tickling sensations had faded. It took her a moment to gather her composure. “Thank you,” she said at last, flushing a tad. “And sorry. I’m sure I wasn’t making the most dignified performance there.”
Tandri shrugged, her smug grin almost worth all the tickling Viv had just endured. “It’s alright. I kind of liked it. But I’m happy to help.” She glanced over at the bag. “What are you going to do with it?”
Carefully tying it up tighter than before, Viv placed it on a high shelf so it couldn’t be confused for the spices Thimble would try to grab in the morning. Having tickle powder baked into all their products would surely turn into disaster. “I’ll keep it here for now and try to find the owner tomorrow. It may have caused some grief, but I don’t have to just throw it out if it belongs to someone.”
Tandri nodded. “Makes you wonder what kind of mischief they were trying to get up to.”
“Yeah,” Viv agreed, staring at the bag a bit wonderingly. “Indeed.”
Later that night after the rest of the inhabitants of the café had gone to bed, Viv had snuck down into the kitchen with the bag of powder held in her hands. She had filled a bucket with water besides her to easily wash off in case it got too intense. Excitement sparked through her fingertips, nerves and anticipation making her grin prematurely.
"Just for tonight,” she promised herself. “Tomorrow, I will return it.”
With that, she dumped a much larger handful of the powder down her clothes and burst into laughter, squealing long into the night.
Notes: Has anyone else read through Legends & Lattes? I just finished this book and have finally found something that satisfies the cozy, sapphic fantasy vibes I'm craving and can never seem to actually get. Also, representation of uncertain, dorky female main leads my love ❤️I have a few lined up for them because I hate having to wait for this next book to come out smh
Summary: Viv decides to incorporate the tradition of jack-o-lanterns into the cafe for the fall season.
The lantern stared back at Tandri, smooth and vulnerable. She frowned, twisting it from side to side. “I don’t know. It seems kind of barbaric as a practice.”
“We eat pumpkins all the time.” The voice came from the kitchen where Viv hummed cheerfully, pulling out knives and cutting boards. She did so with a practiced ease, a small thrill rushing through her at how familiar it felt to be moving around a kitchen now. “That involves cutting them, dissecting their guts, stealing their seeds… this is hardly any different.”
“Yes, but we don’t display our work for the whole town to see.” Tandri wrinkled her nose with distaste. “What will people think if they see these massacred vegetables in our windows?”
“That the café has a much more festive environment!”
Viv had returned from the kitchen, holding the knives in her hand. They fit comfortably in her palm, like an old friend coming to see her. She was doing her best to be okay with that feeling, embracing it and letting it go. There was no use denying her past. It was only important that she kept her mind firmly rooted in the present.
The idea for jack-o’-lanterns had come to her when she was grabbing supplies for Thimble a few towns over. She had noticed the carved pumpkins sitting on nearly every windowsill and welcome mat. She’d inquired the shopkeeper about it as she picked up her nutmeg. Little tradition of the locals, he said gruffly, ringing her up. The veil’s thin this time of year, so we all carve something scary to spook them off—or feel more at home, depending on how you look at it. But most folks nowadays just do it to show off their artistry.
Viv had never heard of such a tradition before but found herself intrigued by it. Of course, the thinning of the veil was widely known about, but she’d never thought to try to interact with them like that. Most people thought of it as a kind of superstition anyway. Viv would scoff along with the others but always left offerings anyway just in case. Tandri had been skeptical but willing to go along if Viv was backing it up; the orc hadn’t steered her wrong before.
A few minutes later, they both had their pumpkins hollowed out and stood hip to hip staring at the blank canvases.
“We could do something for the shop,” Tandri suggested, glancing over at their hand painted sign. “The logo or name or something. Help to promote business to all these spirits.”
Tandri was a firm disbeliever. Viv gave her a look. “We’re not advertising to the dead. Besides, it wouldn’t be like they have any money to shop with anyway.” Secretly though, Viv had been thinking the same thing. Perhaps it wouldn’t be to sell to the dead, but they could leave a few downtown to get their names out to more people. “I feel strangely nervous. Once I cut into it, there’s no going back. I’ll have to commit to the process.”
“We could sketch it out on the pumpkin first.”
“But then there’d just be paint all over it even if we did decide to cut it differently.”
Tandri bit her lip, musing. When she turned to Viv at last, there was a sparkle in her eyes. “Roll up your sleeve.”
Viv wrinkled her nose. “What? Why?”
“Just do it. We can sketch out some designs on each other first. I would use paper, but it seems an unnecessary expense for something so trivial.”
Viv wouldn’t have classified what they were doing as trivial, but she assented anyway, handing over her arm.
It was strangely relaxing to have the succubus draw on her, the cool tip of the paintbrush soothing her skin and leaving goosebumps in her wake. Tandri had become completely absorbed in her task. She didn’t look up once as she worked, except to search for a new spot on her arm to try a fresh design. Viv watched her work in calm fascination. Though Viv could appreciate the arts, she had no real talent for it herself and fully expected her pumpkin to reflect as much. Tandri was different. She was a skilled artist, and she took to Viv’s arm with a careful strategy as she employed different brush strokes and styles. When she finally pulled away, Viv almost wished she would have kept going. It was nice to have that precise attention on her, even if it wasn’t technically on her.
A few of the designs did include their logo or name, but most of them were scenes of forestry or fearsome creatures that made even Viv shiver. One of them depicted Viv herself, and the orc blushed as she saw how artfully the other had depicted her. Though she hoped Tandri didn’t actually pick it; it would be awfully vain to have a design of herself outside of their building.
Viv exhaled in resignation as Tandri handed over her arm and rested it on Viv’s lap. “I just want you to know that my work won’t be nearly as masterful as yours. You might want to keep your arm covered for a while after I’m finished.”
Tandri smiled gently, squeezing her shoulder. “You think too little of yourself. I would love to have your art displayed throughout town.”
Viv smiled grimly. The reassurance felt nice, but they both knew her confidence was faked.
As it turned out, however, her lack of art skills might not be their biggest hurdle. The moment Viv’s paintbrush touched down on Tandri’s forearm and began to move, the succubus gasped and quickly drew her fist up to her mouth, stifling a giggle. It was a breathy, tinkling sound that Viv could have listened to forever. In this case, though, it wasn’t exactly the reaction she’d been expecting. Viv frowned, pausing. “I know I’m bad, but there’s no need to laugh at me.”
Tandri shook her head, flushing lightly. “No, no, it’s not you. The paintbrush just tickles, is all.”
“Really?”
Viv stared down at the paintbrush in bemusement. She hadn’t found the experience ticklish at all. In fact, it had largely been a pleasant experience. That said, it was cute to think that Tandri was so ticklish that all it took was a paintbrush on her arm of all places to bring her to laughter. That would have to be explored.
“I’ll try to be careful,” Viv lied. “Just relax and it’ll be over soon.”
Viv was not careful. She quickly forgot all their original purposes in drawing the designs and instead spent her time exploring where Tandri was most ticklish. Her forearm was only moderate, but when she got to her inner elbow, the succubus’s tail whipped about in consternation as she bit her lip, concentrating with a determination that was really rather amusing.
“Is it really that bad?” Viv teased, wiggling the paintbrush again to watch her girlfriend jump. “I’m going rather softly.”
“That’s the p-problem,” Tandri gritted out. She was failing to hide her smile, which bloomed gracefully across her features. Her arm trembled from the effort of holding it still and not bending to protect the spot. “Are yohou almost done there?”
Viv thought about it. “I don’t know. Might need some more shading in this little crook here.”
“No—Vihihiv!”
If Tandri had bothered to look down, she would have noticed how all these ‘designs’ were gradually becoming brown blobs as Viv brushed over the same spots again and again just to make her giggle. Though Viv had been in a sweater, Tandri had shrugged off her jacket to reveal a tank top underneath with infinitely more spots to explore. Though the arm was clearly ticklish, Tandri remained fairly self-controlled—tail not included in this description, of course. But when Viv swept her brush up the length of her shoulder and started moving toward her neck, Tandri jerked away with a squeak.
“Hey,” Viv complained, trying to pull her back. “I wasn’t finished. And I think that’s gonna be the final design!”
“Viv!” Tandri tried to be stern, but she looked far too giddy and nervous for that. “You cannot put a paintbrush there, I’ll die!”
“Just thirty seconds,” Viv promised, longing for more but trying to keep herself in check. “That’s all I need! Then I’ll be fully done, I swear.”
Tandri did not look entirely convinced but huffed and swept her hair to one side to give access. The moment Viv went back to painting, Tandri burst into laughter, kicking her legs and gripping her chair tightly to keep from falling off. Her whole neck was slightly cringed down in a manner that would have been inconvenient if Viv was actually painting but was fine for her purposes. She even experimented with sweeping her brush under Tandri’s ears; each time, Tandri’s tail whipped against the ground and smashed her head against her shoulder so quickly that Viv stopped for fear of her hurting herself.
True to her word, Viv stopped after thirty seconds, reluctantly. Tandri was still giggling slightly, resisting the urge to rub her neck for fear of messing up the paint. “Did you get what you need?”
Viv stared at the mess of paint strokes on her neck, not resembling a design at all, and of Tandri’s helpless laughter and adorable smile. She smiled herself, nodding.
The girls kissed, I think I can die in peace now. Really, everyone was rooting for them (Calamity, the gnome who played chess, and most importantly MYSELF and really every reader). It took them time, but I love them for realizing their love for each other.
