Good ol' rebrand.

Jay ● they/them ● 🇵🇱🏳️‍🌈 ● beginner artist IM BACK FROM THE DEAD I'm also very depressed rn JayJayMorgan on AO3

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Welcome to my little corner of the internet!

MEET THE AUTHOR: I'm Jay, I use they/them pronouns and I hail from Poland. This year I have finished my 20th trip around the Sun and I've been writing fanfics for 5 years now. I recently picked up digital art. The fandoms I spend most of my time in are The Dragon Prince and The Clone Wars. My favorite ships, and the ones I've written for the most, include Sorvus and Rexwalker, though there are many others I enjoy as well, such as Janaya. When I write, I like to use my works as means of expressing my thoughts and inner turmoil. I try my best to create believable characters and stories. I enjoy worldbuilding when the canon is lacking and I, sadly, have a tendency to overthink many things and look for hidden meanings when there are none. I also like dwelling on more serious topics that may be difficult or triggering to some so please be mindful of the author's note when reading/interacting with my works. You can find my fanfics on AO3 (link below). As of now I can't say much about the digital art pieces I make. I started drawing in winter of 2025 and I am yet to create my own, unique art style. Right now I mostly create illustrations for my fanfics but I wish to continue growing as an artist. You can find my drawings on my Tumblr blog under the tag #my art. LINKS: - Archive of Our Own (AO3)

RULES: - Do not repost, copy, steal, sell or use my work to train generative AI engines or to make a profit.

NO AI IS USED IN MY WORKS - FUCK AI.

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Titled “The First Step”, alternative title “Strange Trails” after my favorite album by the band Lord Huron to which I listened to on repeat while drawing this.

In my "Heart of Cinder" AU, Corvus eventually forms a connection with the Earth Arcanum. It started with him saving a young crow that got tangled in a dead rose hip bush. That one act of kindness, coupled with his intimate knowledge of the woods and its residents, set in motion a chain of events that, eventually, made him the second human in known history to understand and wield Primal Magic. Not my best work, kind of rushed, I pretty much reused his pose from one of the pieces I made for the fic, plus shading makes me homicidal, so whatever. Made it for an art competition in the TDP Discord server.

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Had to get my blood pressure checked during a routine visit at the hospital. It came back rather low, 93/59. The doctor said that its low only for me to go 'watch this' and my blood pressure plummeted to 86/56.

They were horrified.

The joys of autoimmune disorders 😌

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Heart of Cinder ramblings, #2 - ...Last Meeting (kinda).

TW : none (?), also spoilers for what will happen later in the fic (but that might be subject to change, we'll see) Author's Note : A bit about those ramblings - I do little to no beta read on those so excuse any and all mistakes, I use all my braincells to write the actual fanfic that those rambles here. The ramblings will be incorporated into the later chapters one way on another, I'll probably rewrite them, make them longer and better and just put them in the story as needed. I'm posting them now cuz I need my genius to be known.

They saw each other for the last time on the day that the Kingdom of Katolis, as they knew it, fell. The rallied human armies were leaving tomorrow morning. Viren had declared an all out war on the dragons and elves with the vast majority of the Pentarchy following his lead. Ezran was gone, safely smuggled by Soren to safety, presumably already reunited with his family thanks to Phoe-Phoe. Corvus would leave before sunrise with the rest of the escapees for Duren to hopefully gain a favor from the young queen. And Soren... Soren would ride for Xadia to kill the Dragon Prince. Chance was that the two would come face-to-face on the battlefield very soon. On the opposite sides. The note was delivered to his windowsill before daybreak. ‘The woods. Please.’ Corvus couldn’t show his face inside the city walls, not while Viren wore the crown. His name was spoken alongside titles such as ‘traitor’, ‘conspirator’... If he were to step inside the castle, he wouldn’t make it back out. So, as night fell and the kingdom was shrouded in darkness, Soren slipped away unnoticed. He raced down the same path he first took all those years ago, past the city gates, off the beaten track the moment the uneven towers of the castle disappeared from view, following trails left behind by wild game, deep into the woods where the trees grew so thick that little moonlight found the forest floor. He found that tree he nearly fell from and, with it, he found Corvus, waiting for him. For a moment neither spoke. Then, the tracker got straight to business. “Come with me.” Soren closed his eyes, a sad smile pulling his lips down in a frown. “...I knew that’s why you wanted to see me.” “I wanted to see you because I wanted to see you.” the man shot back. “...but, yes, that, too.” The knight didn’t know what to say so he laughed. “You’re still a terrible liar, you know that?” “I’m not lying.” He hesitated, his mouth growing impossibly dry. “...I can’t.” “Listen.” Corvus stepped forward. “We’re leaving tonight, come with us...” “No!” Soren shook his head. “My father-” “I don’t give a shit about your father.” “...I do?” it sounded more like a question than a statement. “I care about him.” “You shouldn’t.” “I know, but my sister...” he paused to swallow back the tears. “My sister needs me.” “So do I.”

The words hung between them for a long moment, the silence deafening. Soren’s shoulders dropped and he found himself looking away from his companion. “Soren.” Corvus tried to catch his gaze again. “It’s true.” “I know.” “Then come with me.” “Corvus, please, I can’t.” “You can.” “I can’t!” his voice broke completely at the end. “I can’t! It’s not that easy, Corvus!” He tried to hold back the ugly, wretched sobs from tearing their way out of his chest. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks now – he reached up to wipe them away. “I’m so tired of having to choose sides!” he yelled, voice echoing in the small clearing, bouncing off of the surrounding trees and underbrush. “No matter what I’ll do, no matter what I choose, I lose!” He looked up at Corvus, visibly torn, bottom lip quivering with emotion. “If I stay with my father, I lose you. If I leave with you...” his voice dissolved to something barely above a whisper as he raked his fingers through his hair harshly. “...I lose the only family I have left.” The tracker didn’t really know what to say. He had no answer so he reached for the man, awkwardly and stiffly, but still. Soren stepped into the embrace without hesitation, hiding his face against Corvus’ shoulder, his whole frame shaking. “I don’t want to fight you.” he mumbled into the man’s shirt. “I-I can’t fight you.” Corvus stayed silent, simply hugging him tighter, one hand placed on the small of his back, the other between his shoulder blades, pulling him as close as humanly possible. He could have said that it was going to be fine, but that would be a lie and he was done lying to Soren. After a long moment the knight stepped back, pulling away from him, the pale moonlight catching in his eyes as the tears still rolling down his face as he glanced back the way he came. “I know what you’re gonna say.” he choked out, voice hoarse. “I know that I can’t save him or change his mind, I know that.” He stared down at the moss carpet at his feet, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before looking up at Corvus once more. “A-and I’m not sure that there’s anything left to save, anyway.” he stuttered, voice cracking like he was about to break again. “But Claudia, she’s different.” “Soren...” “No, listen!” there was this desperate conviction in his tone that made Corvus’ heart lurch. “She isn’t him, she’s different! She has to be!” “Soren, no.” the tracker interrupted. “I want to believe that, too, for your sake, but she won’t listen!” “Don’t.” “I know you love her.” Corvus rubbed a hand across the back of his neck before meeting Soren’s eyes again. “But from what I’ve seen, she follows your father without question.” “Then you’ve seen wrong!” he shot back. “You don’t know her!” “I know enough.” he retaliated. “And dare I say that, by the looks of it, you’re the one who doesn’t know her!” Soren stammered, taken by surprise. “I know that she stood by and did nothing while your father imprisoned a child, who also happens to be her friend! I know that she’s following him into a senseless war that we could easily avoid!” Corvus listed off on in hand. “And I know for a fact that if you try to stand in Viren’s way, she will choose him over you.” The knight stared at him with bewilderment plastered across his face, a look that soon gave way to this profound look of grief. “...she’s all I have.” “No.” Corvus was quick to shut that down. “You still have me. And Ezran and Opeli and so, so many other people!” But Soren shook his head again. “If I leave, I’ll abandon her.” “By the gods, you need to stop sacrificing yourself-!” “I can’t!” “Why not?” “Because someone has to!” he roared back. “Everyone else has given up on us! I have to try, I have to try and save her!” “Would she do the same for you?"

The question hit like a blow to the face. Soren froze. Corvus regretted it immediately. They stared at each other for a long while after that, not speaking. It was once again Corvus who broke the silence. “...you’re not coming with me, are you?” Soren shook his head. It was crystal clear that he had made his mind long before he came here. “Okay.” the tracker gave a curt nod. “Then I guess this is goodbye.” “...yeah.” The forest seemed unimaginably silent around them. There was no rustling of leaves, no calls of night critters skittering about in the dark, nothing. “I-I need to go.” Soren stepped back, about to walk away. “Before they notice that I’m gone.” “Soren.” Corvus called after him, prompting him to pause. “Don’t get yourself killed.” That made the knight smile a little. “I’ll try.” He made it barely a few feet before stopping in his tracks, hesitating. Then he turned right back and crossed the distance between them in a few determined strides. Corvus opened up his arms instinctively, expecting one last hug from his friend. Instead, Soren kissed him. It was barely a soft brush of the knight’s lips against the tracker’s cheek, short and fleeting, so brief that it took him a moment to register what just happened. “I’m sorry.” Soren whispered softly against his skin. “I’m sorry I never got to tell you.” With that, he was gone, racing back to the castle while the tracker could do nothing but follow him with his gaze until his receding footsteps faded into the night. It was the last time he saw Soren as a human.

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He stopped at the end of the hallway, right in front of the painting, the large, imposing one that took up the whole wall. The one with the frame made of dark wood embellished with gold. The one depicting his so called ‘victory’. He hated it. The artist took a lot of artistic liberty with the piece. For one, they didn’t paint Anakin as a malnourished young man who could barely stand upright from exhaustion and sickness. Instead, they set out to create a romanticized image of someone strong, determined, almost ethereal, when, in reality, he was but a desperate slave who’d rather go out kicking and screaming over dying in the shadows. They painted him in ornate clothes rather than the ruined rags of a slave, in a pose that hid his massacred right arm or, rather, what was left of it. They failed to draw the blood, the Hutts’ blood, that the man was drenched in when he emerged from the burning palace. They painted the background to be that of the night skies rather than the palace’s courtyard stacked with dead bodies and flooded with crimson. They portrayed what was a brutal execution, yes, execution, as something beautiful, as something worth admiring, something worth celebrating and commemorating, a noble act of carrying out justice. But it was no noble act. No, no, it was revenge.

Just posted the ninth rewritten chapter of my au "The Senator of The Forsaken" titled "Pathetic". Finally, I can pick up the story from where I left it all those years ago! Had a lot of fun making this piece. I chose three real life constellations to depict in it which meanings can be somewhat interpreted into my fic:

Andromeda, the Chained Lady - in Greek mythology, Andromeda was the beautiful daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia of Aethiopia. After her mother boasted that she was more beautiful than the Nereids (the sea nymphs), Poseidon sent a sea monster to terrorize the kingdom. To appease the god, Andromeda was chained to a coastal rock to be sacrificed to the beast, but she was ultimately rescued and married by the hero Perseus. Tatooine was chained for decades by crime and slavery until Skywalker came to her rescue (in my head, the planet Tatooine is personified female, much like Earth is spiritually and culturally).

Aquarius, the Water Bearer - it represents a figure pouring water from a pitcher, which symbolically pours out wisdom, truth, and fresh ideas to benefit humanity. Anakin is seen as a savior by his people, he worked at length to make water, education and many other resources accessible to the people of Tatooine. He is, in a way, the mystical Water Bearer.

Draco, the Dragon - Tatooine is known for the infamous krayt dragons (which look more like lindwurms/salamanders but whatever, they're called dragons so I will call them that). Little is known about the planet's mythology and folklore so I decided to make said dragons an important part of its culture in the fic, something I will try to explore in detail later.

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Heart of Cinder ramblings, #1 - First Meeting...

TW : domestic violence, a lil bit of victim blaming(?), angst, also spoilers for what will happen later in the fic (but that might be subject to change, we'll see) EDIT: had to repost it, Tumblr is pissing me off, wouldn't let me rewrite the original post, kept whining that there was a problem saving my post or smth like that, it took me longer to post it than to write it They met for the first time on what was, without question, one of the worst days of Soren's life. Soren was about to turn 15 in a few months time. He had just learned why his mother truly left, a piece of knowledge he stumbled upon by accident. A revelation that was followed by a massive argument between him and his father, a fight during which some lines were crossed, ones that couldn't be uncrossed. Things that couldn't be unsaid, actions that couldn't be taken back. The beginning of the end. By the time Soren stormed out of the house, his left cheek was split open with a dark bruise blooming underneath the cut and tears welling up in his eyes. Angry, hurt, scared and confused, he made a run for the woods just as the Sun started to dip behind the horizon. He didn't stop for a long time nor did he care where he was going, he just ran. He kept running long after the city walls were out of view, long after the uneven towers of the capital were gone from the horizon. Once he did stop, lungs burning, legs aching, he realized that was lost, unable to find his way back. He had wandered off the beaten main road, instead following trails left behind by deer and other wild game, venturing deeper and deeper into the woods. He wasn't worried at first, it's not that he wanted to go back, anyway. Getting lost was good riddance actually - he never wanted to see his father again, not in a thousand years. He'd do just fine on his own out here, alone, where no one would lie to him again nor keep secrets from him. He'd built a shelter, fish, become some legendary woodsman people would whisper about in the taverns... That fantasy lasted for around two hours. The woods got dark quick. The temperature dropped and the night critters were out, their calls and sounds of skittering paws putting the young man on edge. With the anger wearing off, panic took its place. He was lost, like, actually lost, unable to find the beaten track nor climb the trees to look for the uneven towers of the castle due to that nasty burn on his leg from when he dropped that oil lamp a few days ago. He tried anyway but ended up with him nearly falling from the tree. He was lost. Then, just before he could descend into utter hopelessness, a young man stepped out from the underbrush and their paths crossed. Tall, mysterious and quiet, dark-haired and brooding, perhaps even a bit intimidating. He appeared to be just a year or two his senior, a soldier, dressed in leather armor, armed with a braid of chains on his hip and a piercing gaze that saw everything. Handsome, too, with a scar over his right brow and eye that gave him that rugged look many were weak for, the young Marwood included, with how he stared at the man in something akin to awe. "Are you..." the stranger seemed surprise by Soren's presence in the woods after sundown. "Are you lost?" "No!" he shot back immediately. "I'm just... out for a... stroll. Yeah, a midnight stroll." The man raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe me?" "Not particularly." "I am not lost!" Soren tried to sound sure. "I know my way back!" "Then this is fortunate." the stranger smiled. "It just so happens that I'm lost." A beat of silence followed. "...really?" Soren furrowed his brows. "You... are lost?" "Oh, yes." the man nodded. He didn't even try to sound convincing. "I am terribly lost. And since you're clearly not, perhaps you could help me find my way back?" "...I guess so?" "Great." the soldier, not even trying to play the part of someone lost, took the lead, walking down the game trail. "Come on then."

The mutual lies were painfully obvious to them both, yet they didn't bother pointing them out as they walked shoulder to shoulder through the thicket in silence for a long while, the stranger leading the way. Wasn't long until the man, probably picking up on how antsy Soren was, broke the silence. "What happened to your face?" "Ran into a door." Soren was quick to lie, far too quick, the words stumbling out of him awkwardly. "Didn't see it." The man beside him hummed but didn't pry, simply watching him from the corner of his hazel eye. Soren looked away from the man's gaze. He reached up to touch the cut on his cheek. It stopped bleeding a while ago, the skin there now crusted with dried blood. The memory of his father's ring catching the skin and ripping it open was fresh in his mind, stinging his eyes as he blinked away the tears before they had a chance to form. He couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. Besides, his father surely hadn't meant to hit him. Things just... got out of hand. Plus, Soren wasn't innocent, far from it, actually. It was his fault, really. He brought this upon himself so there was no need to drag other people into this mess. "Your family looking for you?" "Probably." he shrugged. Another lie. "I don't know." "Hmm." Once again, he didn't press, something Soren began to like about his travel companion. It was easy, lying. "What's you name?" That one gave Soren pause. "...Dennis." he finally choked out. Yet another lie. "It's Dennis." "Dennis..." the man repeated the name as if trying it out. "Huh." "What?" "Doesn't really suit you." Soren only scoffed at that. They walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way. It was strange. Soren couldn't remember the last time that silence with another human being felt this... calm and soothing. Wasn't long after that that they cleared the tree line and stood at the edge of the city. Moonlight spilled over the cobbled street as if illuminating the path home, a path Soren didn't really want to take, even now. "So..." the stranger looked over at him. "Go home." He reached out, placing a firm hand on Soren's shoulder. The gesture caused his posture to stiffen and his eyes to shift away. The man noticed. Of course he did. He saw everything. "You'll be alright." he sounded certain, so certain that, for a moment, Soren almost believed it. "I'm sure everything will be just fine." He could only nod in response. With that, the stranger stepped back, gave him a faint smile and turned to leave. For some reason, Soren called out after him. "Wait." The man paused, looking back at him. "You... you never told me your name." "Neither did you." Soren felt his face heat up slightly at that. The stranger gazed at him for a moment longer before finally taking mercy on him. "Corvus." his voice was smooth, comforting. "My name is Corvus." "Like the bird?" "Yeah." he smiled. "Like the bird. Take care, Dennis." With that, he gave Soren a friendly wave and walked away, disappearing from sight. In a few years time, Soren would wake up to Corvus gently touching the scar on his face, the one on his left cheekbone. It would be barely visible by then, faint on his pale skin, picked up only by someone who noticed everything, by someone who had memorized the knight's face by heart. He would hear Corvus apologize for not prying, for not trying to help that night, for not sticking around. He would take Corvus' hand in his, look at him with a faint smile and say that it was not his fault and that he forgave him long ago. Yet another lie.

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“I shouldn’t have come, I-I knew this was a bad idea.” the mutant cried, shying away from the tracker’s pleading gaze. “I burned you!” Corvus shook his head. The burn on his hand throbbed, sending waves of pain up his forearm, causing tears to gather in the corners of his eyes, but that was nothing compared to the look on Soren’s face. “Soren, it’s my fault. I grabbed you.” he insisted. “You didn’t do anything wrong!” For every cautious step he took forward, the man retreated another two. “I hurt you.” he kept repeating, his eyes never leaving the angry, red wound blooming on the tracker’s palm. “I-I thought that I could control it, that maybe if I stayed away I’d-!” “You didn’t mean to.” “I STILL DID!” The shout echoed through the garden like the roar of a furious beast.

Just posted the 10th chapter of "Heart of Cinder" on AO3, titled "Can You See It in My Dying Face?"! I tried drawing something again for the fic. The style is different as I'm trying out some new stuff, it will take me a while to figure it out, so please bear with me. This piece could've been better but I was in too deep to go back and fix it up so it is what it is.

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Tried to copy Adrian’s design as closely as I could, a big thank you to @saphizzle for letting me use it! This is my humble offering to the PHM fandom. I’ve read the book when it first came out and got to watch the movie with my fam (cried my eyes out like a baby).

Fun fact - I learned about the movie while scrolling on Instagram and coming upon a post from LEGO where Ryan was showcasing the set. I damn near crapped my pants, now that set stands on my desk, poor Grace keeps being knocked over by my cats…

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Hey guys,

Just created the Sorvus community group I mentioned in my last post. It's called "The Sorvus Agenda" (I might change the name if anyone has some better ideas). I've decided to create one after I was told that the "Sorvus Nation" one was no longer being moderated (new people couldn't join).

Quick heads up, it's my first time creating and managing a community on Tumblr so it might be a bit wonky at first.

Here's the link in case you can't find the group, see ya there:

JOIN US IN SPREADING THE SORVUS AGENDA

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This feeling when you requested to join the Sorvus Nation community here on Tumblr back in late April and still haven't been accepted 🙃

EDIT - Goanna make a community page of my own if it turns out that the Sorvus Nation one is no longer being managed and/or moderated. Is anyone interested in joining? The name would be *The Sorvus Agenda* (it's a work in progress).

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The clone looked back to the politicians face, to the sun-kissed cheeks and kind eyes. It felt so... Anakin. For the first time since their escapade to the roof of the Senate Building, he got to see him. Not the politician, not the man he was tasked with protecting, just... him, the authentic Anakin Skywalker. In the flesh. He continued to stare until he felt a strange sensation rise in his gut, followed by a sudden wave of hotness washing over him. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, his brows furrowing in confusion. Did he eat something he shouldn’t? The local cuisine was rather spicy and salty when compared to the bland, tasteless rations he was so used to. Or maybe it was a heatstroke? One that only now decided to rear its ugly head and make itself known? He shook his head and glanced at the senator again. Then, something in his mind clicked. It wasn’t the food nor the weather that was causing this. Kriff.

Just posted the sixth rewritten chapter of my au "The Senator of The Forsaken" titled "Oasis Nymph". This is my fifth piece of digital art. I still need a lot of practice in the shading/lightning department and anatomy but I'm still very proud of myself. Just a few more chapters and I can continue the story from where I left it all those years ago!

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He couldn’t do it. He told himself that he could, that he was brave enough, that it was just a meeting, that it would be fine, but those measly, little lies did nothing to stop the panic. He tried to be courageous, he really did, he tried his best, but his best simply wasn’t enough. Soren, for all his bullshit and bravado, was a coward at heart. He turned, ready to flee, but was stopped by a voice calling out from behind him. “Soren?” Of course he was fucking early. The knight felt like crying again. He spared a fleeting look at the evening sky above like he was hoping for some divine intervention, but all he saw was a young crow, perched on a tree branch above him, looking at him intently. He let his shoulders drop in defeat. There was no running now. So, with a deep breath, he gritted his teeth, donned on a mask of cold indifference and turned to face the tracker.

Just posted the 8th chapter of "Heart of Cinder" on AO3, titled "Soldier, Tracker, King"! Oh boy, let me tell you, the drama is crazy. Everyone gets a turn in the trauma blender, everyone is catching strays, NO ONE IS SAFE.

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After being transformed into a fire-monster by his father, Soren slinks away into the shadows in order to protect the people he loves. Unable to touch anyone or anything thanks to his burning touch, he is forced into a lonely, solitary existence, feeling his humanity slipping away bit by bit. It's up to Corvus to bring him back.

A cover piece for my TDP fic titled "Heart of Cinder", which you can read here. It's a what-if au, in which, at the end of season 3, Soren was cursed into a fire mutant by Viren. The whole fic is a big metaphor for living with chronic illnesses and the loss of one's humanity due to their ailment as it takes over them completely, it also focuses on many difficult topics so please read the tags and notes! It's my biggest project yet, right now it has 40k words, and I'm barely a quarter of the way through! I want to thank @forget-me-nightingale for the help in creating this piece, they designed the tittle layout. Please go check them out, they are so talented and sweet!

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“Fair warning : a lot of people want me gone.” Skywalker suddenly spoke as he retrieved the datapad from where he put it on the seat and resumed browsing its contents. His voice was casual like he was describing the weather or stating that banthas were smelly. “I’ve made quite a few enemies. You’ll have your hands full – the longest I went without someone trying to kill me is around two months.” “...you sound almost proud, sir.” the clone pointed out before he could stop himself. “Do you keep a scoreboard?” Anakin let out a bark of genuine laughter at that, like it was one of the greatest jokes he’d ever heard. He turned to Rex, a smirk pulling at his lips as he reached out, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder and flashing him a smile. “I have a feeling we’ll get along well.” he stated, voice tinged with mirth. “Very, very well.” Rex could only manage an unsure smile back.

An illustration I drew for my au fic titled "The Senator of the Forsaken", which you can read here. Please keep in mind that I'm currently in the process of rewriting it as it's quite bad (I wrote it like 3 years ago). Also this is my first ever illustration, I picked up digital art fairly recently and I'm still learning so be kind (otherwise I will come to your house and steal all your bones).