Jun 27, 2025
Really wanna finish this Ghoap spread but I have to do Artfight, not that I actually do that tho...
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Really wanna finish this Ghoap spread but I have to do Artfight, not that I actually do that tho...
🌤️ WIP PREVIEW 🌤️
The sunlight is here to guide us all the way through Femininomenon’s creation period!
Page artist RoonieArts's hard work is paying off! Thanks to her, Agent Topaz and Rouge the Bat can have the spotlight they deserve!
𖤓 The sands are shifting as daylight burns~ stay tuned for more updates! 𖤓
✨ WIP by @rooniearts
✨ Graphic by @sharpedgedfool
Not to be dramatic but I’m drawing like THE prettiest Obi-Wan rn
Let me COOK
ITS YA BOY THE BALL.
How we feelin about this as an Acrylic Charm design y'all? Anyone interested?
Dear moon, I was HOPING to GET a Aerion's pov one-shot of just pure indulgent smut from their time at Summerhall (as u said in the Updates). Because the man is in Exile And I'M MISSING HIM.
Hehehe the people demand SMUT! And you shall. But first, you'll be getting a Aerion stays with Aerea for her entire pregnancy (fluff +smut) and their first time form Aerion's POV. I have to do these first cause continuity, but once they're done, it's the smut one
Preview from the pregnancy AU!
That part was the worst. The sudden bouts of ardor. Some nights, she felt foul. Swollen and sickly, too wretched to do anything save sink under the covers and let oblivion take her. Other nights, she felt feral. Desperate to be kissed, touched, fucked.
Seven hells, did she want to be fucked.
She’d assail Aerion like a woman starved, sucking on his lips, his tongue, his breath till her lungs felt on the verge of bursting. Her fingers would paw at his clothing, wrench open his laces hard enough to give herself rope burns. She didn’t care. She scarce felt it. All that mattered was forcing him down onto the bed, so she could climb atop him and ride him to oblivion.
She knew it was the quickening. Pregnancy did strange thing to the humors, Melanquin confirmed, increasing, and decreasing libido at will. Whatever it was, it felt godly. Every touch was amplified, every kiss searing. She’d be dripping wet when she'd take him into her, unravel almost to unconsciousness when her pleasure came.
She'd scream sometimes— loudly as if she were possessed—before collapsing amid the pillows, her slick drenching her thighs along with his seed.
“I should put children in you more often,” Aerion would pant in the silence, utterly spent.
He'd gloat every time she attacked him, gleefully calling her his ‘needy little whore’. Aerea had cracked him so hard across the face once, she'd ended up splitting his lip. Then, she'd demanded he shut up and stick his cock into her, right now, which he obliged, fucking her into a wall till she screamed.
No sooner had she moaned her last than she heard rapping on the door, and Mildrith's concerned voice sounded on the other end.
“Are you alright, Princess?” she'd cooed. “I heard… screaming.”
“Did she now?” Aerion chuckled into her skin. His skin was hot against hers, slick with salt and sweat. His tongue dragged all along her neck, halting just at her ear, to give the lobe a little bite. Aerea slapped him off; even as shudders skidded down her spine, and that familiar heat bloomed between her legs yet again.
Gods, it was disgusting how magnificent he looked. Skin flush and glistening, his body firm and honed in muscle. His cock was stirring again, thick and long and veiny, still wet with traces of her arousal.
She wanted it. She wanted him.
“Fine, Mildrith. It was nothing. Disregard it.”
A slow, creeping smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Disregard it? Planning on doing more screaming, my love?”
A curtain of red fell on her eyes. She slapped him again, launching herself at him to tackle him to the ground. He wrestled her into submission easily, forcing her back against the wall to seize her by the neck.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” she panted into his mouth, letting his tongue tangle with her own. “Fuck me… please, please, love, fuck me…”
He smiled against her lips, his hand curling around her jaw to press her close.
“Konīr iksis ñuha ziry zaldrīzes,”
“There's my she dragon.”
He practically growled the words, before hooking her legs around his waist and tumbling onto the settee.
It was madness. It was fire. The entire keep knew about it. Father had sent Melanquin to her chamber at one point, to make certain all that ‘strenuous activity' wasn’t hurting her child. It was not. Though it had certainly harmed Aerea’s sanity.
I was too lazy to draw a decent sketch for Abaddon last night, but oh well... I'll fine-tune some details, this was just quickñ
(I'm going to update the wip process)
Creation process update!
The twisted fates contributors have submitted their pitches and are on their way towards the first check in! Progress is going well!
In the meantime, have a little taste from two of our contributors concept design!
series: Teen Wolf ship: Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski
WIP : Stiles goes for a run at night and decides cutting through Central Park is a grand idea. He's not expecting the monster.
tags will include: PWP, Dubious Consent, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe, Mating Rituals, Mating Run, Knotting, Possessive Behavior, Feral Behavior, Biting, Teratophilia ( Monster Fucking )
I'm chomping at the bit to get something Sterek posted and all my other works are cursed with my need for long narratives. So I've set my sights on whipping this one out instead.
I'd call it PWP but as evidenced by the preview, I'm not good at shutting up. Worldbuilding is my language.
