Day 16. Quiet. OC stuff with a pig called Lena. She's on a lone journey of... self discovery, maybe?? Anyways, it's grayscale bc we're practicing for an upcoming project
Day 18. Monster. It's Norman!! Literally had to go look at the comic again to remember his name. There should be more of him he's too cute.
Day 19. Hero Meetup. Low effort drawing of Commander Cosmo, Salgexicon, Rex Marksley & Captain Albert Alexander. Had a vision, but unsure how well that translated into the drawing.
Days 9 and 10 of SPG-tober: Rex Marksley and Salgexicon
It's probably for the best they aren't left unsupervised for too long, while they are both competent in their own settings and everything I feel like their brain cells would cancel out if they're together
spgtober list was created by pigtron on Instagram
Hi, you remember the Ashamed Anon™? Welp it's me again.
I've been going through some tough stuff, so would you mind writing for Salgexicon comforting the reader after witnessing some weird shit? I just need a hug, preferably from the big wizard guy.
Anyway, I hope you're alright dear author. Have a good day/night whatever is more suitable for your timezone.
Sincerely,
Ashamed Anon
I MANAGED TO FINISH THIS TODAY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!
Quick TW for blood
You repressed a shiver, wiping your hands on your clothes for the tenth time in the past three minutes. They still felt gross. They still felt dirty. You and the party had been fighting a ginormous dragon because it had been terrorising a nearby city and was just generally being a jerk. Skurdgvrm had managed to slay it by slicing its stomach open, but you had been unfortunate enough to be right beneath it when he did so.
Blood and intestinal matter had gotten all over you, covering you from head to toe. At that moment, you had almost vomited. You still felt like puking your guts up now.
You had managed to find a stream to clean your clothes and yourself in, but you could swear you still felt it. The slick, dark sliminess of blood and whatever had been in its intestines oozing down your face and arms. The sharp scent of blood, the coppery-iron odour so strong that you swore you could taste it when you breathed, like how a snake could taste the air for prey with its tongue. You shuddered, wiping your hands yet again.
You were on the night watch, now, staring into the darkness as the fire in front of you crackled. Salgexicon was only a few feet from you, Scarla on the opposite side of the fire with Bessie and Skurdgvrm between them. You wanted to wake him a bit early for his watch just to hear his soothing voice, to help chase away the nightmares you would undoubtedly have.
Regardless of your wishes, you let the sorcerer sleep. The battle had taken a lot out of him, maybe even more so than it had out of you, and it would be unfair if you woke him early because of your… your silly fears. The fire cast shadows over your body, throwing the shadows on your body into a stark contrast of the warm glow of the flames. The shadows remind you of the dark blood of the dragon and you couldn’t help but whimper, shaking your body to get rid of that disgusting feeling that just kept coming back.
Salgexicon rolled over to face you, light bags under his eyes and a look of concern on his face. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked, his voice surprisingly clear for someone that had just been asleep.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Why’re you up?” You replied, internally mortified at the idea that you had woken him up prematurely.
“Couldn’t sleep,” He replied, studying your face.
Well then. A small glow of warmth flickered in your chest, relief pulsating in your heart that you hadn’t woken him up. “But still, are you okay?” Salgexicon asked cautiously.
You nodded, tearing your eyes away from his face and into the fire. “It’s just been a long day,” You replied.
Salgexicon sighed. “How about I take my watch early? You get some sleep now,” He offered, pulling himself out of his bedroll and stretching silently.
“Are you sure? You just said you haven’t gotten any sleep-” “I’m sure, Y/N. Now, get some sleep or I’ll have to magic you to sleep,” Salgexicon interrupted you, a charming smile on his face.
You blushed a bit and nodded, getting up from your spot. As you did so, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you, making you double take. Maybe it was a good thing that Salgexicon had taken over when he did.
You stumbled over to a small patch of unoccupied grass, spreading out your bedroll and laying down. It was cold, sort of like how you had been when drenched in the dragon’s blood, and it made you shudder. You weren’t going to get any comforting sleep tonight.
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Blood. Blood, dark, oozing everywhere. Over your skin, into your clothes, through your fingers and back again. Making you feel like screaming and crying and throwing yourself into a fire just to get it off of you. You stared into the darkness, breathing heavily as the blood flowed over you from seemingly nowhere. Two red eyes stared back.
You shot up, your eyes wide with terror and you frantically checked yourself over, your breathing quick and frantic. Salgexicon’s head shot up, his hazel eyes alert. He relaxed when he saw that it was just you, but then he noticed how scared you looked.
Your hands were shaking, your eyes wide as you trembled, staring at your bed roll with a look of horror. “Y/N, are you alright?” He called, loud enough to be heard but soft enough to not wake anyone up.
Your head snapped up, your eyes still wide. You didn’t relax when you saw him- you couldn’t. Every muscle in your body was tense, anticipating some kind of threat that wasn’t there to make itself known. “I-I’m fine,” You stuttered, trying and miserably failing to make yourself sound just as fine as you claimed to be.
Salgexicon frowned, getting up and walking over to you. You held your breath in a pathetic and futile attempt to stop your trembling. He kneeled down, taking one of your hands softly. It still trembled, even in his gentle grasp. “I don’t think you’re ‘fine’, Y/N. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He said, his tone kind.
You couldn’t lie to him; he saw right through you. You sighed shakily, your finger slowly curling around Salgexicon’s hand. “Remember when we fought the dragon?” You asked softly, not looking him in the eye.
Salgexicon nodded, saying, “Yeah, I remember.”
“Well… when I got covered in the ick… I think it messed me up more than I realised,” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed and oh so vulnerable.
Salgexicon said, “When I saw you like that… I could have sworn you were going to cry. I didn’t say anything about it because I didn’t want to intrude.”
You nodded, your breathing slower but no less shaky. You felt like you were going to cry now. “Can…can I have a hug?” You asked weakly.
“Of course, Y/N,” Salgexicon said, opening his arms and wrapping them around you.
He had his cloak on, the dark fabric wrapping around you like a blanket, heated by the fire and Salgexicon’s own body heat. He smelled nice- like pine and cider and there was just a wisp of a smell you couldn’t put a name to. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling better already.
Salgexicon always had that type of an effect on you, but never to this extent. He had never held you close enough to let you hear his heart beat, to let you press your cheek against his chest and breathe in his scent. You could feel the fear draining out of you, being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of affection. This… this was… nice.
“Can I do anything else for you?” Salgexicon mumbled, his voice soft and low.
You shook your head, feeling a smile emerge on your face. “Can we hug for a bit more?” You asked, your calmness (and maybe your affection) overflowing into your voice.
Salgexicon nodded, setting back as you leaned into him. You could swear he was smiling.
