SUMMARY: you could hardly ever get dottore to take some time away from his studies without a little convincing.
WARNINGS: explicit smut. porn w plot. dottore lore spoilers. reader is ill. oral (reader!receiving). biting (dottore). fingering (reader!receiving). unprotected sex. pet names (pet, little one). light cervix fucking. slight dacryphilia. dumbification. multiple/stacked orgasms. creampie. so niche and self indulgent that im throwing a selfship stamp on it.
PAIRING: dottore x afab!reader
A/N: a lil soft dottore bc he is soft only for me ♡. also for @suyacho 's selfship collab!
“why don't you come to bed?” your tired voice broke through the silence. you walked up behind him, pausing as you let out a small yawn. you weren't entirely surprised to find him here in the middle of the night. he could go days without sleeping, and there were some nights you had to drag him away from his work to make him take better care of himself.
you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, resting your cheek on top of his head as you caught a glimpse of all the papers spread out before him. this was driving him mad, it had been for quite some time now.
“i can't figure out what i'm missing,” he absentmindedly leaned back into your touch. “nothing about this disease makes sense.”
he could go on about all the stem cell research results, and blood samples, and how even though most medicine can be made from the sickness itself, no preventative drug he tried to create worked. but he knew you wouldn't understand a lick of what he said. which was fine. he didn't need you to be as adverse in academics and biology as him, he just needed you to have a fighting chance.
you sighed, slowly bringing your hand up and gently combing your fingers through his hair, “you can figure it out tomorrow, zandik. let your mind rest for a while.”
“no,” he leaned forward, pulling away from you. this was always the same argument, but this time was… different. somehow, he could tell you were frowning, feeling a little hurt by his actions. “at least, not yet. i just… need some more time.”
you took a step back, about to grumble out a response and head back to your room when he turned around in his chair. he reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling you onto his lap.
dottore knew you just wanted some of his attention, and he knew he got easily lost in his own projects. how could he not when your life was on the line? sure, current medication was enough to keep your illness controlled, but you were still easily fatigued and had little to no feeling in certain places. not only was that a hindrance to your job within the fatui, he hated seeing you when the illness was at its worst. he hated it because he felt utterly useless. he had so much research and time dedicated to finding a potential cure, yet he had nothing to show for it. and because of that, he found it hard to be around you. like he wasn't worthy of it until he succeeded.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he turned back to his desk. you were comfortable with this, just being close to him after feeling like he hadn't been around for ages. he wasn’t one for physical affection, except for these rare occasions when he knew you weren't feeling good or when you felt lonely, and that was if the two of you were completely alone. which, you understood.
his whole life he had been looked at as different, odd. he didn't liked to be touched all the time, he liked his personal space. he was very detail oriented and articulate. he noticed immediately when something had changed. he liked things that didn't make sense, especially once he was able to understand them. he'd been run from his own home for taking an interest in things that didn't belong to this world. even after being accepted into the akademiya, he was still looked down on despite his potential and capabilities. after a series if tragic and bad accidents, he was wrongfully accused of murdering the only person who could tolerate him.
you never once judged him for who he was or his past. you saw the man underneath the mask and he never once scared you. you didn't make him feel like he was some sort of freak of nature or outcast. you made him feel human when no one else had. because he wasn't a monster– he never had been– but he had done terrible things and he walked the edge so gracefully. if he ever lost you, he'd surely topple over.
it amazed him to know that you could easily curl up in his lap and fall asleep even though you knew he had blood on his hands. he wasn't sure how you felt safe lying beside him after knowing everything he's done, and if he was being entirely honest it's what drew him to you. your lack of fear and your not necessarily forgiving nature, but your “if it didn't affect you then who were you to judge” mindset.
it's not like you were completely innocent either. you'd done bad things too, it was part of your job. although, you'd never gone as far as he had. he'd been branded a mad man, a monster. and yeah, maybe he was mad and had no regard for human life but yours, but you never tried to change him. you didn't have to agree with the atrocities he's committed, and the fact that you hadn't left him yet told him you were a little off your rocker as well. he enjoyed that, sometimes a little too much.
maybe that's what made him feel so euphoric around you. you were someone who could swallow insane ideas and spit ones out that were even more wild. like the time you tried to catch and tame a wild rishboland tiger after he simply mused about if it would hard be to do so when you two had once observed them for your own entertainment.
“still stuck?” your sleepy voice broke him from his thoughts, you breath warm against his skin.
he thought you'd fallen asleep, but you were wide awake and just sitting in silence. he glanced down at you, an amused chuckle leaving him, “shouldn't you be asleep, brat?”
“don't want to,” you murmured, even though your eyes were closed and you sounded exhausted. “wanna spend time with you.”
“you're such a pest,” he grumbled, knowing that any argument about how sleeping was important would be thrown back in his face. the last thing he wanted was to hear you gloat and get your way. he'd never hear the end of it.
you huffed in annoyance as he leaned forward, going back to scribbling down notes. you shifted, trying to get somewhat comfortable again before biting back a yawn, not wanting him to see through your previous little white lie. you were tired, you had been all day, but you could always catch up on sleep tomorrow.
dottore paused, your movements distracting him. you settled back into the crook of his neck, your eyes slowly closing once again. he felt his skin get hot as all he could bring his attention back to was the way your breath hit his neck. for a brief moment he tried to pass it off as the humidity of the forest creeping in, but he knew he was only fooling himself. especially once you realized why he was no longer writing down notes.
he could feel your playful smirk, and it suddenly dawned on him that you were only in one of his button up shirts. whether it was intentional or on purpose, you'd officially succeed in drawing his mind away from work. you let out a small giggle, pressing your lips to his skin.
he inhaled sharply before leaning back, dropping his pen and roughly grabbing your chin. you were still smug as he made you look at him, and he scoffed, “you're such a little minx.”
before you could respond, he pulled you in for a searing kiss. you moved your mouth against his, almost sighing in relief at the feeling. you had missed this, him. you knew he was dedicated to his studies and that he would do anything for you, but you'd rather enjoy the time you had with him. and even though he would never admit it, he missed you too. he wasn't one for pointless words and confessions. he let his actions speak for him. it was obvious in the way he savored how you tasted.
he slowly slipped his hand up your shirt– his shirt– and cupped your breast before gently toying with your nipple. you whined against his lips, eliciting a light smile from him in response. he always loved how you responded to him. just the smallest of touches could have you squirming, and he relished in all the little noises you'd make.
he couldn't get enough of you, deepening the kiss and letting the hand on your chin fall to grip your hip with force. you let out a gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hand on your waist glided over your skin, stopping to rub at your clit over the fabric of your underwear.
you moaned, your body tingling everywhere he was touching you. your head spun as he teased you, making you feel intoxicated even though you hadn't had a drop of liquor. you barely even noticed when he moved to stand, hoisting you up with him. you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, refusing to break away from him as he carried you out of the lab and to his office.
dottore laid you down on the couch, pulling away from you. he trailed kisses down your jaw, to your neck, briefly pausing to suck and graze his teeth over your skin. he worked the buttons on the oversized shirt you were wearing, causing you to shiver once he let the fabric fall away from your torso. he made his way down your body, nibbling and biting along the way. your breaths were sharp, airy as he gripped the band of your underwear with his teeth and slowly pulled them down your legs.
“naughty,” he clicked his tongue, pushing your thighs apart and settling himself in between them. he dipped his head down, running his tongue along your folds before glancing back up at you. “soaked already.”
you whined as he rolled his tongue over your clit, suctioning his mouth around it. your thighs pressed against his ears, the glass of his earring cold against your warm skin. you closed your eyes, focusing on the tingling that ran up your legs and spread throughout your body. you raked your hand through his hair, curling locks around ur fingers as you tried to push him further into you.
he brought his hand up, giving no warning as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt, a cry falling off your lips at the sudden sensation. your legs shook, back arching as the nerves built up to the sweet release. he could tell by the grip you had on him that you were close. he pushed another finger into you, using a driving force to push you closer to the edge.
his teeth grazed your sensitive bud, a low groan escaping you while you panted. your eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers, dragging them in and out with a wicked pace that had whimpers falling out of your mouth as you finally clenched around him. he flicked his tongue, and you came with a cry of his name. he rode you out, only slowing once the volume of the cute noise you were making died down.
you quivered as he pulled away and licked your juices off his lips. he sat up, staring down at you as he undid the buttons on his own clothes. you felt your face getting warm under his gaze, even though he'd seen you like this plenty of times before. when he was like this, gentle and not as rigid or rough, he still managed to make you feel shy and small. moments like these were rare. for someone who didn't have any regard for his actions, he was putting so much thought into this.
the way he slid out of his clothes and pushed your legs apart again with such care almost made you shiver. your heart raced once he grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing it back as he grinded his hard cock against your slick lips. he leaned forward, catching you by the mouth as he slowly sank into you. you moaned, eyelids falling shut as he stretched you out. he rolled his hips, working his way deeper with each thrust.
dottore broke the kiss as he bottomed out, wanting to hear the noise you made at full volume. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, “yeah? that feel good? you don't have to hold back those pretty noises you're making, pet.”
you let out a whimper as he teasingly dragged his cock against your tight walls, slow and agonizing. he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, lightly nibbling at your skin.
“c'mon,” he mumbled, his breath hot. “i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is.”
“please,” you whined, your arms wrapping around his bare shoulders as you arched your back.
you opened your mouth to tell him what you wanted, but he didn't give you enough time to answer. he sunk his teeth into you, a sharp yelp leaving your mouth as the sudden pain. he let go with a laugh, “please, what?”
“faster,” you choked out, eyes slightly glazed over with tears from his teasing and the bite he gave you. “please. i– can’t take it.”
his chest vibrated against yours as he chuckled, still gently rocking his hips, “you can take it, little one. you're doing so well.”
you mewled under him, as he rutted as deep as he could, as hard as he could without hurting you too much. but, you didn't feel any pain, and if there was it was lost in pleasure. your fingers twisted in his hair, gasping out each time he bullied his cock against your cervix. his long, deep strokes were making your head spin, and the teeth marks he began to liter your body with had you tightly clenching around him.
dottore grunted, closing his eyes as he focused on how you sucked him in. you were so tight, squeezing him like you never had before, and you were throbbing as you got closer to the edge. he kept his pace, his cock gliding with ease. you rolled your hips, your legs wrapping around his as you tried to push him in further.
“wanna cum,” you told him breathlessly. “zandik, please. please let me cum.”
he groaned upon hearing his name fall off your lips. it was something only you knew, and even though he loved when you called out either of his names, his real name was what he preferred to hear from you. he changed his rhythm, picking up some speed but only pulling his hips back briefly before driving right into that sweet spot. the friction making your orgasm build quickly while he raggedly breathed in your ear, “cum for me, little one.”
you tugged at his hair, legs shaking as you once again felt the euphoric high rushing through your body. your walls clamped down around his cock, a cry leaving your lungs as he continued driving you through your daze.
he didn't stop even as your body relaxed and you were panting, out of breath. he pushed himself up, staring down at you as his hips began to roll with fervor. you whimpered, still feeling as if your nerves were on end, your body tingling while he used you to chase his own high. your eyes once again welled with tears from being worked this much.
“s’too much. s’too much,” your voice cracked, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. he leaned forward, using his tongue to wipe it away.
“you can do it, pet,” he assured you, grabbing your cheeks with one hand, giving you a quick, yet sloppy kiss. “you gonna cry some more pretty tears for me, too?”
you swallowed thickly, your mind clouding as you felt that pressure building up again. he started losing his rhythm, hips forcefully digging into yours each time he bottomed out inside you. more tears rolled down your cheeks as you came so hard it almost hurt. your shoulder jerked, your hold on him slipping, only briefly. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. your mind going blank, eyes rolling back as he said words that you couldn't quite make out.
dottore cursed, your pussy tightening around him throwing him into a frenzy. he let his head drop to your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin as he groaned, spilling hot cum inside you. he
rocked into you, riding out his orgasm until you couldn't get anything else out of him.
he caught his breath after he stopped, burying himself inside you. he brushed your hair away from your face, smirking at the sight of you. your gaze was half-lidded, your heart beating wildly against your chest. you were dizzy, unable to think clearly. you blinked slowly, looking up at him in a fog.
he slowly pulled out, causing you to cringe. he hovered over you, running his thumb over your cheek, “you ready for bed now, brat?
you nodded your head slowly, “only if you are too.”
he shook his head, “we’ll see. let's get you cleaned up before we do anything else.”
warnings: f!reader, degradation, dacryphilia, choking, orgasm denial, hand kink, sir kink, voice kink(?), not proof read, minors dni
word count: 888
@albedosangel i made this with you in mind<33 dottore lovers stay winning
taglist: @akazxii @dokoni-mo @bones-baggins <33
this is rushed
You choke on a sob as a hand wraps tightly around your throat making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckles above you, blue hair cascading around his face was the mask clings to his face keeping you from staring into his crimson eyes. “Filthy. Why don’t you let the others know who you belong to, hm?”
You whine, back arching against the wooden desk he has you pressed down on. Your legs tremble with each thrust of his hips colliding into yours that send you into another warm wave of pleasure in your core as his thick cock drags against your spongy walls.
“P-please!- ngh, ‘m close, sir!” You moan, hands clawing at the desk for some sort of way to ground yourself but he’s relentless with his rough pace and the hand around your throat makes your brain feel fuzzier than it did before.
“Aw, how adorable,” He smirks at the tears in your eyes as he leans closer, mask bumping against your nose as you rock with each deep stroke. “You think you deserve to cum? Cute.”
He pulls back, relishing in the way you cry out for him while those pretty tears freely fall down your face as your growing orgasm leaves you. He coos at you and the way you sniffle to hold back cries.
His hand releases your throat while his eyes linger on the faint mark around your neck from under the mask. The gloved hand trailing down your body as you shiver at the contact. So sensitive to his touches.
“If you want to cum be a good little assistant and beg.” He grins widely at you who stares back in a daze and he doesn’t miss the way your hips wiggle to try to gain friction.
You huff in embarrassment as your face feels like it’s on fire while he simply watches you as if he’s studying your reaction and what you’ll do next.
Your tongue fails to cooperate at first and your brain feels like it’s on some type of delay because all you want and all you can think of is him and his cock. You swallow before blinking through your blurry vision and talk in a meek voice.
“Please, sir, I nee-“ “Speak up.” His cold tone doesn’t match the way his hands are gently caressing your thighs and you feel even smaller than before now and yet you couldn’t help but think it was nice how he talked to you just then.
“I need you. Please let me cum on your cock, please! I want to feel-“ The wind is knocked completely out of your lungs as he shoves his whole length into your tight cunt at once, the burn feeling delicious as he goes back to his rough pace and your body turns to putty in his hands.
“Always so loud,” He growls, fangs peeking into view as he lets out a groan at how tight you feel around him. “Be quiet.”
One hand grips into your hip and you’re sure there will be bruises while the other comes back up to your throat squeezing it tighter than he had earlier but it was an addicting feeling knowing he’d never actually squeeze hard enough to truly harm you and yet he always pushed that line leaving you wondering ‘what if’.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He hisses while watching the way your pussy sucks him in and envelopes him in warmth each time he thrusts forward into you. “What’s wrong? You’re looking a little lost.” He chuckles. Your half lidded eyes staring up at him and you whimper as his tip bumps against your cervix repeatedly and you feel like you’re going to melt over the feeling.
He twitches inside you and you begin to roll your hips to try and meet him while a cold gloved finger rubs fast circles over your puffy clit making you cry out as your hands grab onto his wrist.
“I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart.” He says between thrusts that send you closer and closer to your peak, just a little further. “You belong to no one but me. Such a perfect pussy,”
“S-sir! haah, I’m gonna, ooo, gonna cum!” You cry, glossy eyes staring up at his masked face that’s contorted in pleasure and that’s what pushes you over the edge. Your velvety walls spasm around his cock, squeezing him tight as he curses before you feel the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside of you.
Your chest heaves up and down, a thin layer of swear clinging to both your bodies before he pulls back with a low groan that sends butterflies to your stomach. He fixes his outfit up like it was before before leaning over your fucked out form with a smile as he brushes a fee strands of hair off your face.
“I should take note of this expression.” He hums, hand cupping your cheek while your head leans into it and you slowly come down from your high before you feel his lips pressed against yours for the first time that night.
He pulls back with a small chuckle at your expression, the feeling of your lips against his was addicting and he couldn’t get enough of it once he started.
Once the events of Gemini happen, Aloy decides to go against her natural reflexes of running and instead decides that she will hold each of her squad as close as she can to her heart. She’s never over bearing about it, but they all notice how hard she’s trying. I can picture Aloy finding ways of getting closer with each of member of the Gaia Gang that reflect them individually and spending one-on-one time with them:
Aloy begins gardening with Zo. At first she finds it time consuming but begins to find comfort in getting her hands dirty in the rich soil of the Earth and watching as little sprouts grow. She never realized how much she liked stopping along the road and picking new plant seeds to bring back to Zo. Aloy is even more excited when Gaia can finally release some of the seeds from Demeter and making the journey to Plainsong with the exciting news. She wants nothing more than a full harvest to welcome the baby with.
She sets up a spot in the archive room where she can dig through data with Alva and also sets up an additional spot for Beta. The three of them always have a good time but Aloy is delighted when she gets alone time with Alva. They share funny stories of when they first discovered certain holo’s and she loves listening to Alva’s theories about the old ones or which equipment they can try to recreate for this new world. Aloy is always a little sad when Alva has to go back to Landfall and is dreading the news of when the Quen are finally ready to travel the Delta. So Aloy really savors the moments she has with the Diviner. Even though she has secretly been talking to Gaia about finding a way to go with Alva (if requested). Aloy has a sneaking suspicion that the Quen are going to need her help and she would do anything to keep Alva safe. She’s already got a plan as to why she would need the rest of the squad to come with her too.
Aloy stumbles across Kotallo mixing paint and asks if she can help him and if he would teach her. She’s very happy when he agrees. They tend to paint little details on the new pots that Zo has made or armour that is needed for the Marshals or even the Sky clan. They can sit alone in silence or exchange stories from their home lands where Aloy learns that many of the Tenakth actually request the aid of Kotallo when it comes to the designs of their armor. He is very proud of this and finds that he has other purposes for the clan other than fighting. She can’t help but peek up at him and finds that he is either at ease with himself or full of joy as he paints and Aloy finds it so endearing. She adds her own flair of course, including some Nora designs in honour of Rost and Varl. The Marshal nods in approval and even adds his own take on the Nora triangles to the paintings around the base. He leaves this as a surprise for his Commander and he can’t help but peek around the door when Aloy finally arrives to see his work. Kotallo probably gives her the biggest smile she has ever seen when she comes into his room and gives him a hug. She’s also very pleasantly surprised that he accepts the gesture.
Erend truly surprises Aloy the most. He loves to cook! How did she not know this about the Captain of the Vanguard? She feels a little cheated at first but that doesn’t last long as Erend teaches Aloy his favourite recipes. She’s grateful that Gaia chimes in on their private channel to inform her that his notes are being recorded so she can surprise him later on with a meal. Even when he doesn’t have a tool, he goes and makes one in his room. Erend has more talent than he gives himself credit for and she makes a point to compliment him. He’s always very embarrassed but by the blush on his cheeks, she can tell that he’s flattered. They both start to implement more vegetables in their diets and Erend makes sure to cook a special dish for Zo (or whoever asks). Aloy is always happy to bring some of his food with her when she has to travel and can’t wait to bring back new ingredients for him to try. Aloy can’t help but laugh though when he puts too much spice on his food to try and keep up with Kotallo’s pallet and his face goes just the slightest shade of red when no one is watching. Aloy is happy to continue this new tradition with him.
Her sister is the one person Aloy makes a point to spend the most time with. Beta is even more socially awkward than Aloy is and she has to remind herself of that. Beta is discovering who she is and the things she likes in this new world. It’s still scary and overwhelming at times, and Beta isn’t afraid to let her sister know when she’s had enough. The biggest thing that Aloy learns from her sister is patience and she’s honestly so grateful for that. This isn’t some machine that Aloy can power through to get to where she needs to go. She has to sit and help build up her sister’s confidence and reassure her that she’s doing a great job. Aloy holds her hand and is outwardly affectionate towards Beta, something she didn’t expect to come so naturally. In time they learn that Beta likes to sew, always patching up armour and finding new ways to enhance everyone’s gear along with Alva. Beta makes funny faces and sticks her tongue out when she doesn’t quite like something that Erend has cooked. She discovers that she’s not as crafty with paint (or combat) like Kotallo is. But Beta loves to sit and sing with Zo, her face lighting up when she almost hits the same notes as the beautiful Utaru, of course with her own pitch that compliments the other well. At first Aloy is reluctant and a little overly protective of Beta, even with her friends. But as she sits back and watches them interact, she realizes that everything was worth it to get to this point.
Every day Aloy visits Varl, she will never fill that hole that he left behind. But he’s closer than she could ever realize. It’s the noticeable change in Zo’s body as their child grows and the excitement of a new member joining them, the laughter in Erend’s voice as he tells her of Varl’s wild night in Meridian. It’s the respect Kotallo shows as he tells the Tenakth about the Nora Brave who scarified everything for their cause. And it’s in Beta, who thrives every day because of him. Aloy plays some of the vids he captured on his focus and the others join when the weight is too much to bare on her own. She allows herself to grieve and pays homage with the Nora blue streaked across her face in battle. He’d probably laugh at her, but he’d be honoured that she would embrace Nora tradition in some way.
I can never write a small post, can I? Now I’m going to sit in a corner and cry lol!
I love your hfw art so much, it gives me LIFE. Srsly it makes me so happy, I laughed until I cried at kotallo slapping Alva. Thank you for being awesome!
Sorry no Klee comic this time. I’ve gone camping/fishing and I won’t be able to post this week either. But I thought it was rude that I didn’t upload anything before so here is an old comic that I had. Basically I tried to solo Childe with just the Traveler just for fun and I never realized how difficult he was. I used up everything that I had to make Lumine strong enough. But it was a lot of fun fighting Childe since it was actually challenging. Zhongli I love you but you make this game way too easy.
The Tumblr argument over pan vs bisexual is seriously the funniest, weirdest, most pointless thing I’ve ever seen. People arguing for them being different usually try to assign some preference to the bi person that is highly individualized: “They prefer cis people, they favor one gender over the other, they care about gender and pan people don’t.” None of that is true for every bi person. For a label to work, it has to cover every individual in that group.
Broad sexuality labels are not there to define your individual identity. It’s a broad label. It cannot and will not express every little preference you have in your partner.
So, what’s bisexual mean?
Bi = two, sex = whatever reproductive organs you have.
Sex =/= gender. So, bisexual people like dicks, pussies, or a combination of the two. It’s really that simple. Everything else is individualized. Why make something so much more complicated than it is when we have taxes and shit to do? That’s all bi means.
You can call yourself whatever you want. You don’t have to run around defining bisexual people’s sexuality for them to make whatever label you want work. If you want to us a label, use it.
Lol. It’s honestly, truly, not that deep. zzzz
Edit: ignore my edits I’m tired and bored. You could even argue that bisexuality is a macro label and pansexuality is a micro label. As far as I know, all pan people are also bisexual. So it’s under the bi umbrella. And it’s not about one being “more valid” or whatever silliness people say about it. One is just more specific than the other, and one encompasses the other. It’s like saying you’re going to make breakfast and then someone saying, “huh? You’re making an omelette.” Omelets are just a specific type of breakfast food. You can further categorize into something like, “egg dishes,” but it will still be under the breakfast umbrella.
I’ve spent almost my entire weekend working on a simple floor plan for the House of Lamentation. I was trying to write some dumb fanficiton, realized that I had absolutely nothing concrete to anchor these characters to, and that was a problem for me.
Internet searches left me empty-handed. I found a lot of impressive Sim houses, but they didn’t really give me what I was looking for. So, I came to conclusion that I was going to have to make my own.
There are a lot of small, often contradictory details about the HOL that made this a pretty daunting task at first. Then I just said fuck it and rolled with the punches. I took my liberties to make something that worked for me - and hopefully, it can work for you, too!
I like to imagine that my MC self actually did take time to create a map like this for her own benefit - and to the benefit of anyone else who might need it. (Potential spoilers ahead + map is not to scale)
AN OVERVIEW:
I took the time to scan my original drawings and upload them in a way that’s easier to read, (hopefully). From here, I’ll start from the Underground Tomb, and work my way up. The individual levels can be found under the cut:
snowghoul
annaxmalina
theartofmadeline
pixelskylines
2087
stormborns
