Day 3 has two prompts because I know some may not have read/don't like the comics. You can choose one or the other, or do both
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And lastly, huge thanks to my sister for making this poster after I explained the new sonic hyperfixation starting with a 'dont judge me' text.
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FAQ:
(I'll keep updating this as questions come in)
What does noir mean?
Can we include Mighty and Ray?
Can we combine prompts?
How to draw Vector (guides and tutorials)
Can we include Archie characters/members?
Can they interact with other characters in the Sonic universe?
Can we do a prompt more than once?
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Transparent version of logo?
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Marauders AU where Regulus is completely fine and happy and raising a child 😌 (lowkey his payback 😂)
(idea stolen from @honeycaksy - thank you for all your support and the nice long yaps we have 🫶)
Who's hands are those holding the baby? Well, most of you know this already but I'll leave it up to interpretation anyway because it could be quite a few different people 😅
I'm quite proud of this one! Let me know if y'all want to see more of Regulus and the little baby girl 🥹 whose name shall be revealed soon! Edit: it's Adhara! Adhara Lyra 🥺
Taglist for the AU (check out these amazing blogs: @moonyscribe @hack20016 @nomi9006 @lazyveta @four-toast
Max didn’t really enjoy watching other people play games, knew he’d criticise their decision making. He also didn’t like vlogs, yet he found himself tuning into Daniel’s streams when he could. If only to hear him laugh a little, or a lot. Daniel laughed a lot and Max loved to hear the sound.
He figured it wouldn’t hurt to sub from one of his burner accounts. Daniel’s account was a guilty pleasure of his and he didn’t need to share him with the wider world.
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Max is down bad for a curly haired Australian streamer
(from tumblr; Otaku Daniel)
tags: Alternate Universe - Twitch Streamers, Pining, Max Has A Crush, Otaku Daniel, Max Loves His Geekiness, Completely Self Indulgent, Mostly Max POV, Max is Down Bad
An even stranger thing happened the morning after the High Lord meeting
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The highly anticipated (not really) second part of the
A strange thing happened the night of the High Lord meeting
universe! Enjoy 😘
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Feyre thinks that Tamlin and Rhys were going at it.
The other High Lords know full well that Tamlin and Rhys were Going. At. It.
How long will it take for the truth to come out?
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Dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon when Rhys finally left Tamlin's rooms. He slowly eased the door closed behind him, exhaling softly.
“Oh, gods!”
Standing across the hall from him, an empty carafe in hand, was Tarquin.
The other male's face was carefully blank.
Rhys’s heart froze to stone, plummeting into his stomach.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
His tongue was caught between a threatening snarl and a weak plea.
“Tarquin, it-”
“No, no.”
The other male swiftly raised one hand, fingers pinched together. He closed his eyes.
“I did not see a thing. Not a single thing.”
With a small nod to himself, Tarquin turned back into his chambers. Rhys could have sworn he heard the male mutter, ‘Gods damn it, Tamlin’ as the door closed.
Heart thudding, Rhys turned himself around and ran back to his own room.
Feyre groused a little as he slipped into bed, reaching for him with a lazy arm. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his heart thundering in his chest.
Where have you been?
Business, darling. It’s all done now. Sleep.
‘lright…
He lay on the bed ramrod straight, his eyes wide open.
What the hell had he just done? It was still boggling his mind, and Rhys wasn’t sure if he hadn’t hallucinated the entire long, long night.
He and Tamlin... they’d done... that. They'd done a lot of things, actually, but that was completely besides the point.
Tarquin knew, and if Tarquin knew, then Feyre was sure to find out.
He couldn’t let that happen.
But Thesan had extended his wards around the Dawn Court as soon as the Autumn delegation had left. There was no chance of laying a single hand on the Summer Lord. And- gods, there was the matter of the blood rubies he had recently rescinded out of good faith. No, Tarquin was untouchable. At least for now.
Thesan had ordered Cassian, Azriel, Mor and Nesta to return to Velaris as well following yesterday's incident, or else he could have enlisted their aid in securing the Summer Lord's silence.
Fuck.
Rhys pulled the pillow from under his head and pushed it down over his face with a groan.
...
Kallias, Vivianne, Tarquin, and Helion were already in the dining hall when they finally made their way downstairs for breakfast. Tamlin was noticeably absent, as well as their host Thesan. Rhys's eyes immediately went to Tarquin, who returned his look blankly, then promptly turned his back on him.
Alright then... so far so- good?
Rhys reached to straighten his shirt for the nth time, and Feyre batted his hand away. Though he'd been obsessively trying to erase all evidence of last night's activities, it seemed he hadn't needed to go to such lengths after all. Feyre had yet to notice, and Tarquin didn't seem to be in an interactive mood. They took their seats at the far end of the table, next to Kallias and Vivianne, who nodded politely then resumed their slow conversation.
Spying him from the buffet table, Helion flounced across the hall and into the seat beside him.
"Good morning!"
"Morning, Helion." His words were short and clipped. Feyre gave him a sideways look as Helion turned to greet her.
"Feyre!"
"Good morning, Helion."
Helion sniffed around him obnoxiously.
“I like your perfume, Rhysand. Very… floral. Might I borrow it sometime?”
"What?"
Inwardly, his stomach turned to jelly.
"Mmm, what is that?" Helion wafted a hand before him, "Is that… Rose? And… elderflower? Delicious."
"Must have been the soaps in the bathroom," Rhys said coolly (at least, he hoped so).
"I'm not used to such fragrance.
"Oh, I'm sure."
It was then that Tamlin appeared in the dining hall.
Rhys's breath stuttered in his chest.
He hadn’t bothered to tame his hair, had left it loose and wild to his waist where it hung in an artful tangle. Tamlin's shirt was clearly rumpled, and he hadn’t bothered either to button up the front, leaving his chest exposed in a litany of bites and bruises... marks that Rhys himself had left there. It stirred something in him, to see his presence marked so plainly for all to see, like he belonged to him.
Rhys shook himself inwardly, willed himself to think of something else. Unthinkingly, his eyes flicked downwards... Tamlin's trousers were as sinfully tight as yesterday. He swallowed, the motion making a clicking sound. He could trace the damn outline of it with his tongue if he wanted. And he so badly wanted to…
Fuck. No, anything else but that.
Tamlin strode languidly towards his seat, draping himself over it like a cat. Rhys couldn't tear his eyes away as Tamlin accepted a goblet from a passing attendant with murmured thanks, wrapping his long fingers delicately around the wrought metal. Feyre was hissing something under her breath, but Rhys caught none of it.
Tamlin turned his head and caught his intense gaze. He smirked, tipping his goblet just a tad too far. Rhys fought back the urge to groan out loud. A thin rivulet of crimson juice ran down the curve of one beautiful, heaving pectoral. It seeped into the thin linen of his shirt and Tamlin feigned dismay, leaning forward to pull the edge of his shirt up over his sculpted abdomen to wipe away at his chest, settling back into his seat with a satisfied sigh.
Rhys was salivating. He was sure of it. It took everything in him to rein himself back, but his usual composure had been thoroughly ruined last night, and he might as well be walking around with stars circling his head.
Rhys!
Feyre’s voice hissed in his mind.
Oh gods.
Yes?... Darling?
Did you do that to him?
He gulped, trying to buy himself some time.
...I have no idea of what you speak of.
His heart hammered in his chest. Opposite, Tamlin was now steadfastly ignoring him, swirling the contents of his goblet round and round. He had used a vanishing spell to disguise any chance of Rhys's scent from appearing on him. Clever. If only he'd thought of that.
You did, didn’t you? You confronted Tamlin on my behalf and fought him, and gave him all those ugly marks. That’s where you were last night. You were doing this. For me.
His body was still frozen with shock as he scrambled to decipher her words. Then relief sank breathlessly into his bones. Of all the conclusions she could have come to...
Of course, Feyre. Anything for you.
Feyre’s hand went to his leg and squeezed lightly.
I'm going to get a plate, do you want anything from the buffet table?
No, thank you, darling.
"Tamlin! Looks like you had an eventful night," Helion crooned, setting his own empty goblet back on the table.
He shrugged, "I suppose you could say that," Tamlin replied silkily.
"Mm! In fact, I-" Helion paused, inhaling deeply.
Rhys's heart sank to his feet.
Tamlin had removed all traces of Rhys's scent, which meant that he'd replaced it with his own signature scent.
Roses and-
Helion's eyes widened, "Oh. You and- Oh... this is too good." He rocked back into his seat, cackling like a mad man.
Feyre craned her head round to quirk an eyebrow at Helion as she returned to her seat, a delicate plate of tea and toast in her hands. "What are you laughing at so loudly in the morning?"
"Why, what else but the ever continuing saga of Tamlin and your beloved Rhysand?"
Fuck fuck fuck. He'd spent so long worrying about Tarquin, he hadn't accounted for Helion's big mouth.
"Ah," Feyre smirked, levelling a look towards Tamlin. He was speaking to Tarquin in a hushed tone. The Summer Lord looked completely exasperated.
"So Rhys filled you in, then?"
"He didn't need to," Helion's eyes glimmered as he inclined his goblet towards Tamlin's positively ravaged chest. "Look at him."
Helion's booming voice meant that everyone else in the hall had no choice but to hear him. Kallias looked across the table towards him, unable to hide the distaste on his face, "Really, Tamlin? Of all the males in this palace?"
"Don't look at me, I'm not exactly known for making good choices in that department."
Rhys bristled, "Now wait a-"
"Choice or not," Feyre cut in, "You got precisely what you deserved last night."
Tamlin couldn't do anything else but gape at her. Rhys could practically hear the cogs whirring in his mind, desperately trying to follow her train of thought.
Kallias made a sound in the back of his throat, “You... knew about this?"
Feyre turned towards him with a shrug, “Of course I did.”
“And you don't mind it?”
“Of course I don't,” Feyre said slowly, confusion beginning to furrow her brow.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," Vivianne piped up, resting her chin on her hand, "It's common knowledge that before you were mated to Rhysand, you were engaged to Tamlin. And before that, Tamlin and Rhysand had quite a... long and complicated past. Doesn't that make things a tad awkward?"
Feyre barked out a laugh, "Why would it be awkward? If anyone were to be up for the task, it would most definitely be Rhys."
The entire thing would be hilarious if he weren’t trying so hard not to lose his sanity.
Kallias and Vivianne exchanged a swift look.
“Oh. How… understanding of you,” Kallias said at last. “Well, I suppose after such a long history as theirs, it’s only natural for such passions to arise.”
Rhys wanted to sink into the ground.
“Yes,” Helion agreed amiably, “I only wish that they had kept the noise down. I could barely enjoy myself last night, they were so spirited.”
Feyre preened at that.
Good, he could feel her send through the bond. I’m glad you made him hurt so much.
He sent back a fuzzy reassurance, hoping that his panicked state wasn’t showing through the bond.
“Apologies, Helion,” Tamlin said. His eyes glittered, and his lips were twitching in an effort to stay still.
“I’m afraid that I couldn’t stop myself.”
“What? No, I meant Rhys here. It was his voice I heard. Quite loudly, I might add. What the hell were you doing to him?"
He could have killed him in that moment. Dropped him dead. Instead he curled his hands into fists and smiled tightly at the beaming male. Fucking bastard.
“Well, he certainly gave as good as he had. That’s for certain. We’ve both ended up with our share of bruises.”
“Some more than others,” Feyre remarked.
“Lucky male,” Helion winked at Tamlin, "You'll have to let me join in some time."
"Not likely," the words left Rhys's mouth before he could register them.
Tamlin's eyes widened, "Oh?"
The entire hall stilled. Rhys tried, and failed, and tried again to think of something- anything to say to salvage this.
"What I meant was- in the sense that-"
Thesan walked in then, a sheaf of papers under his arm, "Good morning. I trust that we are all well-rested and ready for the next phase of our meeting? We have much to get through today, so-"
He was halfway to his seat when he stopped, and sniffed the air.
"Oh, no."
Thesan's voice was tinged with disappointment.
"Tamlin. Don't tell me you fucked Rhys again. We talked about this. You could do so, so much better."
"Try getting that through his thick skull," Tarquin muttered darkly, shooting a glass of cherry juice down his throat.
Rhys didn't breathe. Didn't dare to so much as move. Beside him, Feyre had gone deathly still.
I will also be having Lisa hannigan sign this hopefully soon when I visit Ireland! (Maybe get another blue drawing by her too since I have seen a drawing of blue that seems to have been done by her!)
