1 hour anatomy practice ft. nolan's back
idk what scars/tattoos he has if he has any so don't yell at me plz its just a sketch
hi I can't render properly
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1 hour anatomy practice ft. nolan's back
idk what scars/tattoos he has if he has any so don't yell at me plz its just a sketch
hi I can't render properly
First Morning After (Full + Updated Fic)
Entire comic in one place. I also rewrote the accompanying fic, adding extra✨spice✨and a whole lot more desperation. It gets nasty; you've been warned.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Please enjoy <3
makagraves but make it angel!Phillip (re: my prev hcs) and Makarov doesn't know.
Wouldnt it'd mean the Christian relics could have actual magical powers...
Imagine Makarov gets his hands on one, an ornate ring that belonged to some orthodox saint. I read somewhere that OG!Makarov was literally Russian Orthodox Christian and that probably still applies to the reboot as well. So he's careful with it but treats it more like a trophy then anything truly sacred.
At some point Graves visits and is looking around the collection of stuff Makarov has in one of his many residences when he sees the ring on a little velvet cushion. Of course he instantly knows what it is, trying not to sweat bullets or else blow his cover.
Makarov misinterprets the aversion as fear of damaging stuff and he take the ring out, thinking to show it off.
Big mistake.
Cause through the ring, corporal illusions don't work and Makarov sees something very bright and angelic where Graves stands.
When Makarov holds it up to his eye, he sees wings and a cracked halo on Graves who looks increasingly alarmed at the scrutiny.
"What are you."
Graves tries to stammered something about the trick of the light or how they must've drank too much while shimmying over to the exit. Only for Makarov to cage him in, pinning him to the wall. He double checks that he isnt going crazy, moving the ring over his normal human hand that appears as is to Graves' arm that glows only through the hole.
"You are not human." Makarov accuses. "Show me what you are."
Graves again tries to get out of this and earns himself a jab to the ribs for his troubles. Makarov's grip is ironclad, they're not going anywhere.
With no other choice, Graves relents and drops the illusion. In a blink, what was a rugged aged commander became a being as white as snow.
Graves doesn't shine as much as he used to and his wings have lost their original luster, but Makarov is in awe all the same.
He runs his calloused gun-scarred fingers through the soft feathers, marveling as they fluttered, unused to human touch. His hands smooth over everything inch of glowing skin. When Makarov glances up at the cracks in Graves' halo, he taps it a few times as if making sure it was real.
"You fell."
"Yep."
Graves is stone still. He could break free and fly away if he absolutely has to, but he gets distracted by how enthralled Makarov was. Human hands eventually settle on his hips and dug into him. Makarov hadn't blinked in minutes, a possessive heat swirling around his eyes and gut.
"An angel." Makarov states the obvious like a prayer.
Graves falters at how they huddled closer. "Don’t get any ideas now."
Instead, Makarov takes Graves' hand, brought it up, and kissed each knuckle with a reverence.
"I've had an angel by my side."
Vindication and fascination rolled into an inky black tone. Graves is a sheepish mess as he pushes at Makarov’s shoulders to make space, muttering something about getting attached to a megalomaniac.
Makarov hears none of it and yanks his lover's hand towards him, slipping the ornate ring onto an angelic radiant finger. It fits perfectly.
Graves gets to so embarrassed he reverts to human form and attempts to pull the relic off. It doesn't budge.
"My angel." Makarov purrs into Graves' ear. "You stay with me."
The retort Graves has disappeared as Makarov mouths at his neck, humming Russian prayers and sermons he'd memorized as a child. He, like he had then, worships God's creation with all of his soul. His damned blackened heart will chain this one to him as well.
anatomy render prac ft soggy graves
sneak peak of upcoming fic 👀 (not that much of a spoiler tbf)
1 hour anatomy practice ft. nolan's back
idk what scars/tattoos he has if he has any so don't yell at me plz its just a sketch
i've learned that i can write only graves/makarov and draw only nolan.
what kind of curse is this.
yall
i have ideas to make First Morning After more despreate and feral
excuse me while I rewrite everything.
(the hope is to get the rewrite and new sharing one bed plot out at the same time. knock on wood, many prayers that i dont take years)
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i'd like to think that Graves gets really concerned when he sees Makarov smile bc why would *he* be happy
im not going to be able to finish this but its still funny
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i'd like to think that Graves gets really concerned when he sees Makarov smile bc why would *he* be happy
@x3no9 @undeadbolt (tagging you too bc i have a hunch you might like this)
Here's just the first 10 minutes or so of NikNik's appearance in NCIS S17E14.
ofc he dies by the 40-minute mark, but he's on screen a lot so that's better than some of his other work (seriously why is this his MO of all things wtf)
there is more scenes after this plus an interrogation scene I didn't include. if you do want me to gif those lmk
so i got ideas for the 'there's only one bed' alla makagraves style. ima keep this in line with my set up from 'First Morning-After' just for consistency sake if anything. gives me more material to make em stress.
Get ready for 5k words worth of knawing tension and mind fuckery (edging really—).
I'll post the full fic on AO3 once it's done, it'll be easier to tag everything applicable as i'm more familiar with that system. Snippit under the cut:
YALLL i am. unreasonably happy with how this turned out. I was just practicing some poses and midway my brain just went, 'hey, remember you can paint?'.
besides finally getting nolan's face right, my painting skills have returned!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜it's not perfect and my color theory is still bad, but it's getting better and thats the important part. for now tho i'll leave it here since my eyes hurt.
close up shot of nolan's face bc its actually worthwhile:
it's more nolan's actor then nolan himself which was not exactly intentional (i was using a ref of nikolai) but it works either way :D
thank you @x3no9 for letting me use their render as reference and inspo <3 i hope this doesn't disappoint.
edit: got carried away and rendered the face some more, reuploaded pictures.
the itch to render refuses to go away and I accidentally gave nolan a baby face. also gave him lipstick somehow. i regret nothing
This is what I imagine Makarov looks like at the end of this fic. Just vaguely threatening.
YALLL i am. unreasonably happy with how this turned out. I was just practicing some poses and midway my brain just went, 'hey, remember you can paint?'.
besides finally getting nolan's face right, my painting skills have returned!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜it's not perfect and my color theory is still bad, but it's getting better and thats the important part. for now tho i'll leave it here since my eyes hurt.
close up shot of nolan's face bc its actually worthwhile:
it's more nolan's actor then nolan himself which was not exactly intentional (i was using a ref of nikolai) but it works either way :D
thank you @x3no9 for letting me use their render as reference and inspo <3 i hope this doesn't disappoint.
edit: got carried away and rendered the face some more, reuploaded pictures.
trying to get my juice back, its not going well. i somehow got nolan brain worms halfway through anatomy practice and uhh, got carried away.
something still looks wrong with it and my eyes hurt too much to figure out why *pain*. (edit: ofc its right after i post when i figure out the issue le sigh, reuploaded)
So... you guys won't kill me if I wrote 5k or more words for pt 3 right. I know it started as a silly comic but the plot kinda ran away from me and it's looking to be really chunky.
Tumblr isn't the greatest place to hold long pieces, more of a drabble board sorta, so I don't know what its going to be like to read. Do I post on ao3? Cut it up? Fuck it we ball and post it anyway? Is there a word limit for posts here?
:V I'll try and tame it but no guarantees. shit
Can someone kindly explain out of all the characters I could hyper fixated on, why does it have to be THIS MOTHER FUCKER.
Anyways, Graves watercolor brush practice.
Fixed some stuff and colored it.