i have been thinking about fitzier for seventeen thousand hours
read the latest results of my brainrot here
always down to chat about The Characters and Their Relationships even. also always happy to take art/writing requests :3 please get in touch i wanna yap about stuff<3 talk to me about the terror i need this to live
anyway, here are some tags:
my posts tag
my work (finished writing, art, edits)
wips
my... memes...?
terror tag (fitzier, evil fitzier, 💖jfj💖)
elder scrolls tag (❤️dagoth ur❤️)
dishonored tag (daudmartin)
thief tag (corvogarrett)
note: i am an adult and may sometimes post nsfw. i rarely tag for warnings- if you do need anything tagged, please get in touch and i promise i'll remember!
(about to make the most self-indulgent request of my LIFE) fitzier + hand stuff :3 put some fingers in that man's mouth. or wound. or wherever you'd like<3
Is this my first ever fitzier? Maybe?
Post-rescue, fingers in his mouth ftuesday, and... slightly dom Fitzjames?! My secret indulgence...
Francis spends a lot of time staring out of windows, searching some distant, imaginary horizon. James allows it for propriety's sake, but it does drive him a bit loony. He's on London for a few months, that's all, and he's taken another commission, and he wants them to enjoy what time they have.
You're always halfway across the world, and you're calling me distant?
James comes up behind him.
I'm the one globetrotting, yet it seems that I'm always the one chasing you.
Francis stiffens. He's exhausted. But when he turns, and his tired eyes meet James, it still has the same effect. He still feels want. Need. Francis's gaze warms him on even the coldest nights. He wants to return the favor while he's here, no matter how reticent the old man gets.
He takes Francis's hand in his, holding eye contact. He brings Francis's fingertips to his lips, just barely brushes skin against skin.
"You press on these bruises on purpose," Francis accuses, voice gravely, low. He's not moving away, despite his frown. He does tug against Jame's grip.
"Don't you like my fingers?" James asks, holding tight. He kisses knuckles gently.
"You know I do. I know what you're doing, James."
James smiles.
He reaches for Crozier's other wrist. The one where there is no hand. And it is a testament to what they've been through, that Francis allows it. James dusts a kiss over where the wrist ends, uneven where joint was cut and healed on the shale. He is gentle. He is loving.
"I love all parts of you," James mutters against the skin.
Francis rolls his eyes. But… he blushes a bit, too. It is hard to hide, with his complexion.
He looks like he is about to complain, so James holds his own hand up. Like a princess- like a queen.
Francis doesn't talk about these things— he doesn't want conversations. He is impatient, cranky, and often rude. But he is still a man of work, service, respect. So he does his duty. Takes James's hand, holds those long, strong fingers, and brings them to his lips.
"That's more like it, love."
"You cannot give me a single easy night, can you James?"
"Francis, I'd give you anything you asked. I'd let you fuck me with this-"
"James." Francis shies away from such lewd talk, but his blush deepens.
He raises his eyebrows pointedly. But the bait was successfully taken. Francis doesn't sigh, or turn away. He holds James's gaze.
James rewards him by bringing his hand to Francis's face, running his fingers allong his cheek, before pressing his thumb between the lips. Deeper, into the warm, wet space that opens readily for him.
Francis, who has never denied James anything after they returned to England, dutifully sucks.
francis stays with him all night. that's how it feels, in any case- not with the body, with him. they talk (francis talks) until the very end, until his eyes slip closed and his trembling breathing slows and stills entirely. he holds his hand. isn't that the least he can do? to hold him?
he had to be so, so careful when they shared the same sleeping bag. sleeping alone was untenable in this cold, but so was prodding and jostling james during the night. he always settled in next to him as if he were made of sugar-paper: so careful of his wounds, of not pressing against him too hard, not hurting him. nestled in close enough to provide warmth and comfort, but lightly enough to barely touch, to cause no harm.
he lies next to him now. his muscles tense and quiver with the effort to lower himself slowly, carefully– if he relaxed he would press against him with his full weight and hurt him and he could never, never do that– and then he remembers he no longer needs to be careful.
so he holds james. he hugs him hard, the way he hasn't in, christ, months now. weeks. was it weeks? he nestles in next to him and holds him close, holds him tightly. he's so cold already. no matter, love, no matter– there are blankets and coals and roaring fireplaces back home in dear old england.
francis holds him tighter than he ever has before and allows himself to cry for him in earnest.
I had many plans of art I was going to do over the weekend, but life chaos and brain chaos, and didn't manage more than some practice art of some moments from Eternal Law (and some just random glaring). And, why not? Highly homoerotic angel vs fallen angel dynamic from a massively underrated show
I plan for Zak to be among my whumpees for whumptober this year, so can justify practice art of him based on that XD That is of interest to perhaps three people who might exist both in the Eternal Law fandom and like whump art...but, I ramble on because >_<
last line game: share the last line you wrote (and tag as many people as words, or however many you want).
tagged by dear @zipegs <3 here is the last line i wrote right before seeing the tag, from one of my many wips:
James stops kissing him only long enough to speak, and Francis feels the heat of his breath and the flutter of his lips against his shoulder blade as he murmurs: “You shall have whatever sweet thing you desire.”
tagging: @kenwayyed @18thcenturythirsttrap @noblehubris @tanevthehimbo @spilverhare @coolbutcher @maidward @rain-fall-down and anyone else who is currently working on anything :3 i wanna see it :3c
Reuploading some of my art because I have a new blog! Below the cut are some inspirations behind her design
The purple magical girl with the literal gun is, of course, a reference to Homura Akemi🔫 I gave Jopson a more period-accurate rifle, I love the idea of her using this big clunky gun but I’m not that good at drawing weapons so I don’t think you can really tell haha.
Pose reference + Gloves inspiration: A promotional pic of Lee Remick as Annie Oakley for the musical Annie Get Your Gun! She also has these exaggerated gloves, which became the magical girl version of the steward’s white gloves.
The collar of the dress is modeled on a real one from Shushu/Tong, as worn by Irene of Red Velvet in a photoshoot for the Chill Kill album. I was thinking of the contrast of white collar/black garment, and how those signal some kind of discipline and subservience in Western clothing (maids, priests, etc.) The off-shoulder design would probably not be ideal for shooting the rifle, though, but anything is possible through magic.
The skirt, however, is very dramatic, and I used Chisato Moritaka’s 90s stage outfits as reference. She had these really poofy, almost cosplay-ish skirts that showed off her legs! Iconic
