I’M MOSTLY POSTING THIS FOR SPICY SHIMMY. BECAUSE WE WERE BAWING ABOUT ZEVRAN EARLIER. AND THEN I WAS BAWING ABOUT HIM BEING A STUPIDLY HOT OLD GUY WHO IS IN CHARGE OF THE CROWS AND IS IN A COMMON LAW? MARRIAGE WITH THEE WARDEN. AND HAS DAGGERS MADE FROM DRAGON FARTS OR SOMETHING EQUALLY MAGICAL IDEK. this is a wip obv. 

WOO, TOM DICK N’ HARRY

DO ANY OF YOU BITCHES REMEMBER UNDER GRAND HOTEL. THAT RIDICULOUSLY GRAPHIC YAOI MANGA THAT WAS FROM FOREVER AGO. 

This mangaka’s style isn’t like particularly good, her anatomy is soso but her stories AND HER LEVELS OF DEPRAVITY ARE JUST REALLY INTENSE. LOL.

But yeah, I tried drawing Sen and Swordfish more like their ethnic roots. I’m sorry if it sucks LOL 

CAUSE YOU REMEMBER WHAT THESE TWO LOOKED LIKE BEFORE? 

A bunch of Eidolon wips I was working on last night; Mimir, Bestla who is Odin’s mama and Mimir’s sister, and preggo pants Loki and Thor

_{HAHA. More Jotun biology. During pregnancy. As I mentioned before, I imagine that their bodies don’t so much switch from male to female as they do instead become hermaphroditic. Or. Well, their bodies compensate for the needs of their soon-to-be child. 8) I was inspired by Leonardo’s Vitruven Man for w/e reason. I HAD A DICK IN THESE EARLIER BUT I TOOK IT OUT LOL.}

because there are so few fan arts of Byleister. 

I was at a loss as to what to draw last night while both my mom and my sister were out on dates. So I bothered Llanval to give me some ideas. One of them was Laufey and Frigga looking awkwardly at each other. I used that and instead made them going like huh “So you’re the other woman” type thing. Frigga’s checking out Laufey’s horns, Laufey is checking out Frigga’s lovely lady locks. It’s great. 

_{So I was kinda rolling the idea of Loki during his pregnancy around in my head the other afternoon. Jotun’s bodies, in Llanval’s story, aren’t restricted to one gender but =v=;;; I didn’t want him being entirely female because I think predominantly he associates with a masculine persona. So, I thought his body would become almost hermaphroditic with under developed breasts— or swollen pectorals, whatever you want to call it. The sharpness of his physique would probably be softened by a bit of added on baby-weight. Things like that e v e;;;;} 

So, chatting with my babbu llavanl, I realized that Loki is no longer a chitlin 8( I KEEP THINKING OF HIM AS A LITTLE GUYYYYY. But he is like 18 and slick shit now. uruhaughva SO HERE. I WILL PROBS COLOR THIS TOO. And thanks for my mama ;____; I will be getting a new power cord! (Mine broke which is another reason I haven’t been here, asides from not having net) 

WOOPS. So. On my RP site thinger. You see these kinds of characters like. FIVE OUR OF TEN OF THEM ARE FEMININE GIRLY BOYS. And I was like well shit I should draw one. So I did. 

 The end 

_{So this is dedicated to Llanval ;v; FOR TALKING WITH ME THROUGH MY TECHNOLOGICAL ISOLATION AND GENERALLY BEING AMAZING.}

_{(I had originally drawn another picture similar to this and was half way coloring it when SAI decided to shut down before I had saved. There was a lot of screaming and crying involved.)} 

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_{Frigga had been insistent.}

_{There had been a delicate furrow between her brows that was only the tiniest indication of her displeasure but Odin had long had the time to learn the subtleties of her body language. He had made a motion for the Thane that had previously been sparring with him to leave; she had been insistent when she urged the sleepy babe into his arms and left in a flurry of skirts and lingering, bitter anger that stayed even when the last fragments of her perfume dissipated, like a thick rain cloud.}

_{She was righteously angry, but more than that she was hurt. It was to be expected, he mused, the squirming infant was a disturbingly cool weight on his forearm where the blood still beat warm and rapid from his interrupted session with Thane Yngvi. But it was not this child she was displeased with.}

_{Only scant weeks since he had returned to Asgard victorious after the bitter war with Jotunheim and with him he had brought a boy child; what was she to think?}

‘_{And her suspicions would not be far from the truth.}’

_{He cradled the tiny body on the thick flesh of his arm while his free hand unwrapped the tight swaddling covering— pale blue skin and distinctive markings; he sighed deeply, wearily. His thumb ran gently over the curve of its velvet-soft cheek while quietly he reveled at the chill of the creature, it’s tiny mouth sucking greedily at his thumb’s tip.}

_{An expulsion of air through his nose passed as a laugh ‘Tis’ no taet small one.’}

_{Thor had been surprisingly magnanimous towards his new ‘younger brother’; teetering with grubby fingers at the edge of the child’s cradle, talking the nonsense of little boys while the baby looked on serenely, it’s eyes perfectly round, fat green discs.}

_{Blinking, familiar carmine eyes gazed up at him now. The raised lines that were innate in the Jotun race were beautiful now that he had the opportunity to admire them—beautiful again when their bearer wished you no harm.}

_{Not yet} a bitter voice sounded from somewhere far away, years away. Distractedly he thought he heard the rustle of feathers but paid it no heed.

_{It was not the first time he had been privileged with such a thing, but to see them on a Jotun child—things that the frost giants guarded with a vicious practice equivilant to the fierocity of a mother wild cat—was a rare occurance. He ran his thick index finger over the swirling patterns on it’s belly and arms, another airy chuckle expelled from his chest when it made a soft cooing noise.}

_{His fingers had always felt too large and too clumsy when holding the little things. The power in his arms became something awkward and cumbersome when faced with something so delicate, fluttering with life and utterly dependent upon him. It had been much like that when Thor had been born, beautiful babe with guileless eyes the color of a high summer sky, hair wheat-gold like his mother’s.}

_{He must be tired.}

_{With a whisper that was not of words, but rather, of matter and of something older than that, the chill blue skin of the boy-child they had called ‘Loki’ bloomed into creamy, Asgardian pink, the color in his red eyes folding in on itself like a rose closing it’s petals until the striking green returned. Tufts of hair black as sin stuck out from his head; he raised Loki so he could press his lips gently to his forehead, inhaling the scent of milk, animal musk and the delicate strain of Frigga’s perfume.}

_{And bitter ice, under it all.}              

_{Hoisting Loki so he could rest the child against his chest in a more comfortable position, he reached for his tunic and headed towards his wife’s chambers.}

_{Many ill deeds has he committed against her, many has he regretted and many will he commit still.} 

_{But this one is something he cannot apologize for, nor will he. This small, beating life is a part of him as much as it is a part of a world she will never know. He would not wish her to know it, the bone deep cold it evokes in the very marrow of his bones. But he cannot be rid of it, and perhaps one day this little bird, this little dragon will be the best thing he has wrought from an ill fated love that is all too happy to share it’s bed with hate.} 

Hey so most of you probably won’t remember or even know what the fuck this is from. BUT FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KNOW WHAT ROCK AND RULE IS, YOU WILL RECOGNIZE THIS FAGGOT OMAR. and I have nothing to say for myself. 

SO ONCE UPON A TIME WHEN I WAS LIKE 14 AND TRAGIC. ACTUALLY MORE LIKE 13 AND EXCEEDINGLY TRAGIC, I HAD THIS OC WHO WAS HORRIBLE AND THE MOST BAD THING I HAVE EVER EVEN THOUGHT UP. So I re-drew him like two years ago and then again last night at 5 am and it was great.

MOAR DOROK AND STOILS. And a werebaby named Jarvis ;v; Fan art of the fic Reasonable to Assume by Saucery! 

So I tried my hand at a picture of Fenris, who will at some point make an appearance in Eidolon! HE IS A LAP DOG. THAT YOU CAN RIDE. NO REALLY.