#pyrriah

[marinusart]

Finally something. This time with more colour because I got a chance to use pencils. Maybe I`ll return again to them while still have an access

All of them look like they don't want to be here but it was not intended. My mood for the last few months did it. But I enjoyed sketching these, tried some new ideas

[rinkholy]

@pyrriah said: from ilya to shane: "Maybe I want someone to hear us."

"Jesus christ, Rozanov."

Shane isn't a stranger to Ilya's whims, is no stranger to him teasing in the middle of a restaurant or dragging him to the single stall of a bathroom, but it still flusters him to no fucking end. There is a part of Shane, really, that likes the thrill of it and revels in the idea of being caught. Even though that would mean terrible things for the both of them in reality, but it's the idea of it. A fantasy is a fantasy and real life is real life, right? But there'll always be some part of Shane that hesitates, that scolds, that tells Ilya that this isn't appropriate because it's not and Shane is Shane Hollander who has a reputation to uphold.

But even as Ilya locks the door behind them and shoves Shane up against it, he doesn't fight back, he doesn't shove him off and go storming out even though he very well could. It's part of the game, always has been from day one. His eyes flutter closed, biting down on his bottom lip as Ilya attacks his neck. Fucking hell.

"C-can't wait until we get home?" he breathes out, squirming a little, trying not to look so fucking desperate. "We are in public, Ilya. Come on-"

[marinusart]

Atom bomb baby

Translation in the ID. I hope the difference in the lighting and photo processing isn`t too distracting

[marinusart]

Rainwings be like

But then they`re like

Completely sure that this is the creepiest tribe of all (at least potentially) and I wanted to explore that and you can see where I got tired lol

I think all of their teeth would be able to unfold if needed but in the folded state they could work fine to grind food or something. Also, of course, opening their mouths to like 180 degrees and being the tribe that can swallow big pieces of food exactly like snakes (the second tribe being sandwings).

I have some other hcs to explore like rainwings having a great sense of balance to walk the thin branches or having a vestibular system that allows to do the tricks most tribes cant even comperhend to do but let`s keep it for another time.

[marinusart]

Was scrolling through my copybook and found these. Made with ink pen my friend gave me to try. Also I like the way I drew seawing's ear here

[rinkholy]

@pyrriah said: to shane for captrookie: Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

The lights of the arena are bright and overbearing. Shane's ears are ringing. He struggles to push himself up to his feet and he can hear Ilya's voice somewhere behind him. Above him, a paramedic gently rests his hand on his shoulder, says something about not hurting himself further. More voices, dead silence from the crowd. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, feeling bile rise in the back of his throat. Did he get hit? He must've, but before he can ponder what exactly happened, he's being lifted onto a stretcher, a neck brace firmly wrapped around him.

"W-wait, Roz-?" he chokes out, trying to sit up again, but he either doesn't have the strength or he simply can't. The world spins around him. He doesn't know why he hasn't puked yet because he wants to so badly. "Fuck, I-Ilya, someone--can someone tell him I'm fine?" He mumbles it so quietly that it can hardly be heard. Shane doesn't know that Ilya was next to him the whole time on the ice, as out of it as he was.

Maybe he'll remember when he comes to in the hospital later, but for now, he loses consciousness again and won't regain it until the next day.

[rinkholy]

@pyrriah said: from ilya for the capt/rookie verse: ' you're with me now. '

There's something about those words that makes Shane's heart flutter oddly in his chest. He knows that they shouldn't be....whatever this is, that the power imbalance between them is inherently wrong somehow, yet Shane can't help but want more of it. He has admired Ilya Rozanov since before he was drafted to the Raiders. What's not to like about him as a player? Sure, he chirps and gets into people's faces and acts like an annoying gnat, but that's the point of the game. Technically speaking, he's very impressive and--

--And Shane's overthinking it. He should be thinking about the firm arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer as they sit there in Ilya's car (one of his less flashier vehicles, thank god). Shane swallows hard and laughs a little, feeling his cheeks flush. He should've put his foot down and stopped this after the pregnancy scare, but his willpower doesn't seem to be very strong when it comes to this.

"I thought you were avoiding me," he mutters, squirming a little in Ilya's grasp. It was nice to have space, but seeing Ilya bug the other rookies made Shane surprisingly jealous. For what reason, he couldn't really say. "I thought you...thought you might've lost interest in me. After...yanno."

[rinkholy]

@pyrriah said: from ilya: you can keep doing that.

"Hm? Oh, I didn't have any intention of stopping," Shane murmurs, his fingers continuing to gently push through Ilya's hair as he lays there in his lap. He cherishes these little moments, the moments where it's just him and Ilya and no one else in the world. He promised Ilya three days, so he would give him three days, even though that meant moving things around in his schedule, but photoshoots could wait. Nothing was more important to him than his Ilya.

Leaning down, he presses a few kisses to his temple, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "God, I love you," he mumbles, still stroking his hair, his other hand rubbing up and down his side. To Shane, everything that they've endured has been worth it. Maybe any normal people wouldn't see it like that, but Shane has never considered their relationship normal by any means. Maybe it's better that way. "Are you tired?"