ahh.... fuck
Once I said I wouldn’t draw them together again. Sorry I broke my word
Love is the worst feeling when it’s unrequited
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thank you so much @rac3r !!! it’s my first time drawing Vol.4 Blake’s outfit. my hand still learning to memorize, hahaha
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So apparently the Tauradonna tag is dead - which is terrible and I can’t let it stay that way! I scribbled this a while ago. Nothing fancy but it’s CONTENT~
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s̮͓̖͓̪̮o̗̘̻͈̱͈̹,̘̼̱̘ ̣̞̭͖s̗͎̝ọ̳̝̝̭̖̹m̝̙͉̤̩̭̺e͓̱̣͉w̮̝̮̜͈̼̤ḥ͖̘e͎̯̲̙̦̝̭r͓̜̥ḛ͖̠̥ d̲͔̫͔͖o̬ ͖yo̱u?̬͓ ̺̼̩͓w̺̲̹̜͈e͍̗͙̣͕ ͚̬̟̗̰͙ạ̰̠̝̫̺r̗̬̪ḙ̠ ̪͎̪̭̥s̼̫̫̩̪o̰̫̙͎͓ͅ,̙͇̦̞͙̹ ̙̠̬͈̘s̯̙̤o̼̙̗m͕̺e̯w͉ḫ̺e̜̪͕̬̭r̜̝̯̥͙̝e͈͔͖̩̦̺ ̠d̬̲o̼̘̗̠̲ ̫̥y̮̮o̘̺̻̦͕̦̗u̺̟̗͎̠̘̩?͙̤̲͇̬͕ ̟͖̭͚wḛ̤̝͓̟̲ͅ ͖̳̟̖͙̻͖ạ̬̥r͔͔͓̣̬e̖̖̹̻̘̝ ̥͈͎̗no͇̙̣͇t̩͇̤̘ͅ ̗a͇̦͎̦̖w̝ͅa̠̞̖̱ͅr̝̯͓e͓̬ ̰͓̤so̺̳̼͓͕̘͔m̜̯e̬̦͈̤w̲̱̣h̠̜̮͔e̻̗͔r̟̼͍e̙͈̪̖̩͓ ̜̭̞͔̳̰̘o̥̼̞̗̰ ̺̪̯̼ou͕͙ț͖͍̬ ͔̺̙̥s̘͚̩o̘̫͍̖̺ ̼̖̗͇̬so̫͖̥̜̞me̥̘̩̦͍w̬̞h̖̬͇̺͓̳e͓͕̥̱͈͔̜r̳e̙ ̺̗d̪̞̟̳o̗͖̳̮̭̺̱ ͔̲̩͎̦͉͇y̞̳͔̰͔o͓ͅu̞̻̺̪̘̩͚?͍̰̰͚ ̟̰̭̗͇
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For a few moments, as they kissed, Blake was surprised at how gentle he was being. “Docile” was an apt word, and it wasn’t one she was used to using for Adam. But when she felt his touch at her midriff, she shuddered against him, and realized that she very, very much liked this side of him.
“This is something I could get used to,” she said as he pulled off her scarf. Her hands drifted from his face to his black coat, which she unbuttoned and started to tug at. As she did, she nuzzled at his neck, returning his earlier kisses with ones of her own. “Maybe you should seduce me more often…”
Adam obediently let her remove his coat, and he shrugged it from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He was quite particular about his clothes, but in the moment he didn’t seem to care if they got dirty and wrinkled. Kicking off his shoes, Adam unbuttoned her black vest, casting it aside to entirely reveal her white undershirt.
“If I seduced you every time I wanted to, nothing would get done around here,” he chided, letting her kiss at his neck as she pleased. In this line of work, a lovebite or two wouldn’t get him into trouble.
With a smirk, he reached his hand between them, tugging down one of the entirely unnecessary zippers on her shorts.
11, 29, 31
11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
Strictly canon-speaking, probably the moment he fully processed that Blake willingly ran away from him. But if we’re looking at headcanons, probably the night his parents died. That incident hardened him greatly.
29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
Adam doesn’t remember much about his childhood - he’s blocked most of the memories out. He’s been in the White Fang for a very long time, and he’s always wanted to be a part of it and make a difference. The White Fang is his dream.
31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Before Blake left, it would of course be anytime he was alone with her, regardless of what they were doing. After she left, probably just sitting alone in his tent, looking over maps and planning things out to keep his mind busy so it doesn’t wander.
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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
- Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
- What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
- What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
- Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
- On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
- Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
- Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
- Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
- Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
- Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
- In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
- In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
- Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
- Does your character remember names or faces easier?
- Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
- Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
- What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
- Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
- What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
- In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
- If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
- What does your character like in other people?
- What does your character dislike in other people?
- How quick is your character to trust someone else?
- How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
- How does your character behave around children?
- How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
- How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
- What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
- What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
- Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
- Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
- In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
- Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
- How does your character behave around people they like?
- How does your character behave around people they dislike?
- Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
- Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
- Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
- How does your character treat people in service jobs?
- Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
- Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
- Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
- How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
- What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
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Blake felt Adam stiffen against her as her hand reached his mask, and cursed herself for forgetting. She braced herself for the worst–but instead, she stared in amazement as he slid it off of his own accord. Even the tiny whispering voice in the back of her mind was silenced at the sight of him without it.
With a swelling heart, she shifted her hands, taking his face between them. Even if he wouldn’t look at her, she looked up at him, and stood on tip-toe to press her lips to his. The kiss was deep, but gentle, and the tips of her fingers brushed gently at the sides of his eyes.
When she pulled back again, and dropped back down to her feet, she stared up at him, drinking in the sight of him. “My dearest Adam,” she murmured softly. “I think… we both need each other tonight…”
Blake’s hands burned him, and he shuddered at her touch, lips melding into hers easily. Normally, Adam was eager to take control, to catch his teeth on her tongue, but today he was unusually docile.
“Ah, have I seduced you?” he teased, raising his hands to peel off his gloves, tossing them a safe distance away. His long, pale fingers slid up under the edge of her shirt, brushing up over her stomach and back down again. With his free hand, he reached the black fabric around her neck, tugging it up over her head and casting it aside as well.
“I’d be more than happy to please you.”
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Those little kisses left her trembling with the weight of the promises of more behind them, and his teeth on her collarbone elicited an excited trill from her. Her fingers dug into his hair, and started to scratch gently at the base of his left horn. From his shoulder, her other hand moved up, lightly taking hold of his mask to tug at it, trying to remove it.
“I don’t think I’d ever be able to forget you, Adam,” she murmured. “Not after so long. Not after running away from home with you. Even when you’re away, I’ll be thinking of you.” She chuckled softly, and nuzzled her head against his. “I love you so much, my heart. You’re so good to me.”
Most of the time, whispered some part of her, from somewhere in the back of her mind. She was quick to ignore it.
The feeling of her fingers scratching near his horn prompted a relax hum, and Adam melted into the comfort of it. However, the hand at his mask made him panic, and it took everything within him not to jerk back or push her away. Reaching up with his own hand, he pulled hers away gently, moving to remove his mask himself.
Blinking a few times, he averted his eyes from her, locking them on the wall of the tent as he listened to her speak. Without his mask, he felt beyond naked, like he was stripped of his very being. Leaning into her, he inhaled deeply, his hands sliding down her hips and to her thighs, drawing her ever closer as he tried to distract himself from his own self-loathing.
“Blake. . . if you knew how good it felt to hear you say that. . . I love you too much, my darling. You’re always on my mind.”
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Anonymous asked:
Frostbite child? (Like I doubt they would ever have a kid, but if they did and it goes like all 'Fire Emblem style' what would they look like?)
It’s not like I had already given thought to this or a nything
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Speaking of the smallest comments. Blake didn’t miss his wording–whatever he felt suited her. One ear tilted back slightly, the only sign of the second of apprehension she felt at his statement. His touch in the next heartbeat, however, silenced that small voice in her head.
His kisses sent shivers of delight down her spine, and she began to purr as her head tilted away in order to bare her neck for him. Her hand in his hair held his head in place, and her other wrapped around his shoulders while she pressed closer against him. “Well, I would hope not everything,” she teased quietly, giggling through her purring. “But what is it you do see me in, my Adam?”
Every positive touch, every reciprocation, only served to spur him onward as he let his lips trail feather-light down her neck. She was the only person he’d ever been with, like this, and he wasn’t always confident - but she washed his doubts away every time.
“Beauty, grace, power, intelligence,” he murmured between kisses, leaving a teasing nip at her collarbone, once he reached it.
“Flowers are a lovely gift, but they die so quickly. I strive to give you things you can keep. To remember me by, to comfort you. I want to give you things that I think you would make use of and enjoy.”
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Blake’s thumb rubbed gently at his cheek, and she smiled softly to him. Leaning up, she gave him a soft kiss, and her other hand ran through his hair, between his horns. “I believe you, dearheart,” she murmured. “I just wish you’d tell me.”
At the promise of a gift, her ears perked up, and her smile widened. “Oh really? And just what kind of gift?”
This wasn’t all that uncommon. Almost every time he left her, he would bring something back. It was charming, in a way, and she’d come to love it.
Ignoring her insistent desire for knowledge, Adam huffed when she pulled her lips away, fighting to keep another angered outburst suppressed. The smallest comments could contain the heaviest weight, and it drove him mad.
“Whatever I feel suits you, of course,” he purred, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind a human ear, leaning down to press gentle kisses along her cheek and jawline, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips.
“Although, when we’re apart, I’m able to be reminded by you in nearly all I see.”