He's a switch, and he's the type to protest and act like he doesn't like being tickled, but if you stop he'll kind of just guide your hand back to where it was
Stars are hard to draw, and unfortunately I made it the main part of his design
I'm still working on lore, he doesn't have much yet
Poorly made digital version below
As you can see, I dont know how to draw a glowing effect 😀
I haven't been doing Sam's Tickletober, but I had been doing some other prompts on my nsfw blog, though I wanted to start doing some over here as well
This prompt is technically Day 6 even though it's the first one I'm doing
I wanted to write about my DND ocs, Yotula, a half-orc, and Avras, a human wizard
CW: Not explicit but it does gets suggestive at the end
Moonlight dripped through the spaces in the leaves above, while the glow of the campfire poured over them.
Avras, who had just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing his hands together to create sparks to then attempt to cast them into the fire pit they had created, looked up at his wife proudly after it had finally worked.
He was not a very strong or talented wizard. His powers were weak and his spells often did not do what they were supposed to, sometimes even having completely different effects. It had definitely gotten them into trouble during some of their jobs.
Once, they had gotten trapped in a cave after the opening had collapsed. Avras had told his partner and their temporary party not to worry, and that he would use his power to create a portal to the outside. What ended up happening, though, was the cave beginning to rapidly fill up with water, as he had accidentally summoned a storm cloud instead.
They only were lucky that Yotula was there to slam her shoulder into the rocks and break them out.
That was before they had gotten married.
Avras would never understand how he had gotten so lucky. Why, even after witnessing his many failures, and being put in danger by his attempts at magic, she had still asked him to marry her.
The larger woman smiled back at him, adoring how proud he looked. She easily could have started the fire in just a couple minutes with the flint and steel she carried, but she wanted to let him try, even if it took him nearly half an hour.
They had been married for five years now, but together for about fourteen, having met when they were both run-away teenagers.
Half-orcs, commonly, were considered rejects from both the humans and the orcs. Too 'monstrous' to be considered human, yet too 'weak and emotional' to be considered orc. So she was less of a 'run away,' and more of an outcast who no one had missed or even really noticed when she left on her own.
Avras, though, actually had run away on his own. The only part of the story that Yotula knew was that something had happened and he had taken a life at just thirteen years old. He didn't like to talk about it, so he didn't, and she respected that.
She couldn't even fully believe it, really. Her dorky little husband with a lopsided smile couldn't possibly be a killer. This short human man who was still afraid of thunderstorms? A man who giggles at the word 'kumquat?'
But regardless, she never pushed it, no matter how much her curiosity grew. When he wanted her to know, he'd tell her.
The wizard stood up, his knees popping as he did so. Yotula had always marveled at how fragile human bodies were. They got sick so easily, and cracked and snapped under their own weight.. It was almost pathetic, really.
She opened her arms and accepted him as he fell into them, holding him against her chest as she carefully laid down on her back.
A couple of rejects who had found each other so long ago, and made the decision to look after each other, having had no one else.
"Happy anniversary, lovely~" Avras practically purred into her pointed ear, causing it to twitch and fold slightly downward, which he didn't miss.
Yotula had her arms wrapped around his small frame as she affectionately rubbed his back. She wasn't much for words, but Avras had learned how to read her like a book. And she shared the sentiment.
He shifted to the side a little so he could gaze at her. Ten years of being together and she still made his stomach feel funny, almost like their first date had never really ended. Light green skin, rock-like muscles, and long, black, wavy hair that he felt honored to comb and braid for her.
When she caught him looking, she leaned up, and he met her in the middle for a kiss, adoring the feel of her tusks against his lips. It was something she used to feel insecure about, having grown up seeing human women with their small, flat, perfect teeth, but Avras had assured her that he found them pretty. He couldn't imagine her without them.
Pretty.
It was something that she had never really felt before him. Having mostly grown up amongst humans, she had always felt like a beast.
But Avras, somehow, had always managed to make her feel beautiful and delicate. He always had compliments, and he was always looking at her the way one might look at the sunrise after a lifetime of living in a cave.
Not to mention how gentle he was with her. He treated her as if she were fragile, despite the fact that she was a foot taller and could crush him with minimal effort.
They say a sunset can't admire you back, but Yotula always had. She adored how small and delicate he felt in her embrace, and how her hands could fit around his waist. His light brown skin, his flamboyant style with loose, ruffled clothing, and capes..
The capes were often inconvenient, and he had accidentally set many of them on fire with his spells, not to mention the times an enemy had grabbed them and captured him.. a bad idea, of course.
When you make enemies with Yotula, the world suddenly becomes very small, and you can't seem to escape.
She ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair, paying extra attention to the white streaks at his temples. He was only thirty, but he had started to gray at nineteen. He may have been distraught at the time, but now, he rather liked how he looked. He thought it made him look more like a wizard.
Avras settled back down, his lips grazing her ear. "Shall we do something to celebrate the occasion~?" he whispered, noticing how her ear twitched once more. "We are alone in the forest, after a-"
The half-orc jerked her head to the side, her lips quirking up just a bit. "Would you stohop whispering like that? It's killing the mood."
"Killing the mood? My tulip, the last I checked, you liked being tickled before we-"
"In certain places, yes, but my ears aren't sexy." She huffed.
He chuckled against her ear, delighting in how she shied away again. "On the contrary, my darling, I think every part of you is sexy."
A smile forced its way onto her face as her cheeks warmed. "That's not what I meant, and you know ihihit!" She ducked her head away once more, only for Avras to cup her cheek and gently guide it back.
He followed that lovely pointy ear he adored so much, assaulting it with growls, whispering, and nibbling while his wife laughed beneath him.
She could easily push him off or roll them over to pin him, but why would she want to?
Yotula gripped his clothes to ground herself, and made an effort to stay still enough so he wouldn't fall off. Her chest shook with her deep, beautiful laughter that seemed much too elegant for a brute like her. At least she thought so.
To Avras, it fit her perfectly, like nectar from the flower she was. His tulip.
His mouth left her ear and started to pepper kisses down her neck, effectively changing her laughter to snort filled, throaty giggles. Her nose scrunched up and she shrugged her shoulders, forcing his face out.
He tilted her head to face him pressed a couple kisses to her adorable scrunched up nose, which seemed to immediately relax her and make her just melt.
Okay now she could roll them over.
Avras yelped as he ended up on his back, his wife propping herself up above him as to not squish the poor man. She grinned, baring her tusks and the sharp teeth behind them.
She may have been his beautiful delicate flower, but Yotula was also a feral, rabid wolf sometimes. The duality of women.
Her hands found his hips, then her thumbs wiggled into that evil little crease above the thigh, causing the man to toss his head back in loud cackles, back arched, and his legs frantically kicking at the ground.
"WAIT WAHAIT, I WAHAS SO NIHICE TO YOHOU!" He shouted, uselessly pushing at her strong arms. He yelped and tried to curl up, his legs unfortunately stopped by Yotula's body.
"You were very nice, Avi, but you know not to get me started." She paused and leaned down, catching his lips to drink in his giggles. "But since it's our anniversary, I will have mercy, and we can get on with it."
Once more, she carefully rolled them back over so he was straddling her. A position they had long since agreed on for Avras's safety and their mutual enjoyment.
It was their anniversary. How else were they supposed to spend the night together?
Tickletober Day 12: Favorite Tickle Game (Arms Up)
Graaaah I'm sorry it looks so rough lmao
I completely messed up Bimo's arms and the whole thing is sloppy, it was rushed since it was getting late
I actually really don't like how this one turned out, I dont like that I added the motion sqiggles, so I'm going to get and earlier start tomorrow and do better :]
