My Candlenights exchange gift for @prince-binch! I hope you like it.
Lup and Taako both dressing as Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.
I’ve run out of time to color it properly so here’s a test via paintschainer!
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My Candlenights exchange gift for @prince-binch! I hope you like it.
Lup and Taako both dressing as Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.
I’ve run out of time to color it properly so here’s a test via paintschainer!
@ttazce2017
Made to Your Measure
Kravitz’s suit is bespoke in every sense. Taako learns what that means, exactly, and tries a few things on for size, some of them more comfortable than others.
Taako/Kravitz 4000 words, mature Written for @2impostors
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The bed is an absolute wreck. As is Taako, draped across the mattress at a haphazard diagonal, one leg dangling over the edge. Waiting for Kravitz to get out of the shower. Staring at the tidy stack of Kravitz’s work clothes – suit and shirt and all the rest – draped over the back of the chair at his desk.
Things are still a little strange between them. Taako’s world is strange, now, remade and revealed, and not entirely reassembled. Not properly, comfortably put back together, and maybe never will be.
But it’s better than it was at first. Easier. And Taako can spend an afternoon reading in Kravitz’s bed – a bed that not been there to begin with, a bed for them – without it feeling like he’s hiding from someplace else.
It’s pleasant to wake up somewhere newly familiar, to kiss someone goodbye and know they’ll come back to him at the end of the day. He likes that it keeps happening, over and over; likes to be reassured without having to ask at all, to let this pattern of predictable affection settle on his shoulders. He’s trying domesticity on for size, just to see how it fits. It’s nice.
Kravitz is nice. Kravitz called to say he was running late due to an unscheduled exorcism, and stepped through his portal an hour or so later smelling of ozone and iron, carrying two pork pies and a dusty bottle of wine. Kravitz smiled as Taako tore into his dinner, and kept their glasses full, and talked about the day and all he’d done with it. Kravitz tasted blackberry red when Taako leaned across the table to kiss him, fingers already plucking at the buttons of his cream-colored shirt.
Kravitz can melt this particular suit into smoke, but Taako prefers to do the unwrapping himself. He enjoys the feel of cool cotton and wool under his palms, likes to decide on the pace of how placket and hem and waist all slide along the planes of Kravitz’s chest, down his arms and his thighs, over the knobs of wrists and ankles. Handfuls of fine cloth all dropped to the floor, a disordered heap discarded and forgotten as he presses his mouth and his fingers to Kravitz’s spell-warmed skin. As he’s done many times, now. As he did tonight.
He dragged Kravitz down onto the unmade bed, rucked up his skirt and pushed Kravitz’s head down between bare thighs. Keeps him there greedy for his hands and his mouth, for the unflinching slide of his throat, for his obvious pleasure in being wanted. In being used, and not gently.
Kravitz never complains about Taako’s gleeful disrespecting of his uniform, such as it is, but once Taako released him from service that night he discreetly collected it from the floor, folded it along its careful creases, and hung it over the back of his chair. Then he slipped away to the bathroom to clean up the aftermath of Taako’s deliberately poor aim, and of a day spent elbows-deep in necromancy. Kravitz insists he can feel the latter on his skin, itchy with an idle malevolence that only a hot shower can pound away. Taako supposes it’s a reaper thing. Or a Kravitz thing, maybe – even with his own sister drawn into the Raven Queen’s service, it’s hard to pin down the boundary between one and the other.
Now, Taako rolls off the bed and onto his feet. Stretches loudly and pads across the well-worn rug to the desk, the chair and the folded clothes.
Lounging around in Kravitz’s shirts is a fond pastime of Taako’s, often indulged, but he’s only ever borrowed the personal time variety. It’s not that Kravitz’s work clothes are off limits, exactly, but there’s a vague sense of their being somehow different. And so he feels a little daring, a little like a trespasser, when he lifts the shirt off the chair, and unfolds it, and holds it up by the shoulders.
The cotton is soft and smells pleasantly of Kravitz. It feels unexpectedly weighty, somehow too cool, as he slides his arms into the sleeves.
“Taako?”
His head snaps up. The collar of the shirt hangs between his shoulder blades. Kravitz stands in the doorway of the bathroom, a hasty towel around his middle, dripping a puddle onto the floor.
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(you can read the rest over on AO3)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fell Heavy In Your Arms (3279 words) by orithea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone) Additional Tags: Frottage, Tentacles, this is ridiculously fluffy for how much it’s about tentacle sex I’m just saying, mentions of fantasy bowling, Alien Biology, ttazce2017 Summary:
Kravitz slows slightly, trying to catch his breath so he can ask, “Taako? What… is that?”
“Hmm?” Taako says absently, then realizes what Kravitz means. “Oh. That’s my dick, babe.”
“Your…” Kravitz trails off, still slightly shocked. Not unpleasantly, but. Just sort of. Rearranging his knowledge of Taako in the moment. His dick. He has a dick that is currently stroking Kravitz’s own, wetly, from between Taako’s spread open legs.
My @ttazce2017 gift for the wonderful @violentsarcasm!
One cycle, an unfamiliar world leads to Lucretia falling badly sick. Physically, it won't last beyond the end of the year, they know. But...
A gift for @silverstarsart. Happy Candlenights! :)
Happy Candlenights, @owlinaminor ! Thanks for the opportunity to draw Blupjeans.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An gift for @furiroad. Please enjoy!
A reminder for the last day
As a tiny The The Adventure Zone Candlenights Exchange reminder:
We completely understand the need for extensions or drops and can facilitate communication with your giftee if you need to do either or just want more information. <3
My gift for the Candlenights Exchange @ttazce2017! When @hylianminecrafter asked for Lupcretia I couldn’t help going full out holidays on it. I hope you love it!
For @rowangayle for @ttazce2017 !!!
Hi @tomatotimes! I was your TAZ Candlenights Exchange ( @ttazce2017 ) artist! I opted to go with your suggestion of “Taako and Angus’s magic lessons” - I hope you like it, and I hope you had/have a happy Candlenights!
My @ttazce2017 present for @prince-zale !! Domestic bradkovitz for the soul… Happy candlenights!!!!
I took part of the @ttazce2017 Candlenights gift exchange, made this piece for @theanonymousbooks! I’ve never drawn Kravitz before this, but I really like the design that came out of it.
Kravitz also may or may not be reading a “How to be Cool” book Taako wrote himself
Bonus speedpaint video: https://youtu.be/12t7fmG_OOE
my piece for @ttazce2017! This piece is for @ajblue so i hope you like it! I went with the first prompt of a lich get together and so ignoring the fact that lup just obliterated edward that one time I think theyd absolutely have a vogue off. Barry is sending a fantasy snap to taako who sends one back asking why the hell he isnt there voguing too
@ttazce2017 candlenights exchange for @jasiman ! I hope you’ve had a lovely holiday season and will have a fantastic rest of the year!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone), Carey Fangbattle/Killian, Barry Bluejeans/Lup, Kravitz & Lup (The Adventure Zone) Characters: Taako (The Adventure Zone), Lup (The Adventure Zone), Kravitz (The Adventure Zone), Barry Bluejeans, Angus McDonald, Magnus Burnsides Additional Tags: Found Family, Holidays, ttazce2017, The The Adventure Zone Candlenights Exchange 2017, Fluff, Post canon Summary:
The IPRE crew are finally happy. It’s Candlenights, and they’re together. That’s all they could want, and Kravitz is, frankly, honored they accepted him into their tight-knit circle so quickly.
Happy Candlenights @anonymouspuzzler !!!!! Exchange for the @ttazce2017, i had so much fun writing this. <3
A very merry candlenights to my @ttazce2017 secret santa, @chromatic-drip!!! Hope you’ve been able to keep toasty warm like Magnus and Julia 💞
Magnus and Angus a dad and son! Just sweet tender moments! Maybe having coffee or tea in the warm kitchen on a brisk winter day! Enjoying each other’s company.
@unhooking-the-stars‘s gift for @ttazce2017! there is no way to convince me these two don’t have matching sweaters