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Part 248 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (May 1, 2024)
A month late, but done! Thank you all so much for your patience. ^_^'
I got unexpectedly delayed by a wonderful surprise! After all the surgeries and ivf, my husband and i got extremely lucky. Our embryo lived and will be born around late fall/early winter! I'm just as surprised as I am thrilled!
i'm also apparently one of those pregnant people who gets very, very, VERY sick in the first trimester. This was the hardest update i've done in ages just because it's very hard to think clearly and move one's hands precisely when you're constantly fighting off vomiting and unexpectedly falling asleep all the time. I was nervous to say anything at first because i wasn't sure if the baby would live, but it's been several weeks and so far he seems very strong so I think it's ok to give word of his existence (I'm so proud of my lil' one! Fight! Fight! Fight, Lil' Dude! <3).
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“You are such a naughty boy!” -Scar (The Lion King, 1994)
Hear me out
I was falling asleep and suddenly thought about this -
Completely unrelated with anything/anyone. It is just like that, ok.
So I just drew it 😂
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Thor: Just so we're clear, the Grinch never really hated Christmas. He just hated people.
Loki: And I mean, can you blame him?
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Part 247 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (Jan 24, 2024)
I managed to finish something!!! ᕙ(⊙ᴗ⊙')ᕗ
Thank yo all so much for your usual patience and kindness! Next update will be in about two months. Hopefully sooner.
I won't be able to go do conventions for a while since getting sick right now would be very very very bad timing with my medical situation, so I took on a big commission and a kickstarter to supplement my income a bit, so that will slow me down. If you happen to like Mothman or/or ita bags, you may like the upcoming KS. I will make a post when it's ready, but I promise I won't spam about it.
(Also, comic will be looking a little different like this from now on because my old set up broke and i had to switch to another one. ^_^')
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for those that wonder how the medical stuff is going, I'll put that below the cut so anyone who doesn't want to see it can skip it easier:
Yay for not having cancer! A nice relief there! I'm now taking the various medications required to start my first embryo transfer. I'm really excited but also nervous. It will happen in just a few weeks and i'm really praying that the lil' guy lives and gets to be born. lol, now to enjoy the impossible task of trying to NOT be STRESSED as HARD AS I CAN.
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Part 246 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (Oct 26, 2023)
THIS IS SO LATE!!! My brain finally kicked back on. I'm sorry, but thank you so much for understanding and being patient as always.
Thanks so much to all my amazing supporters that help make this comic happen! ♥
Also special thanks to loud-monotone-screaming for the great name suggestion for Duskar! Much appreciated! That's his name now.
And also thanks to biggaymatt for suggesting Bidna for "Boy Midna". Simple. Powerful. Good middle name for him.
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for those that wonder how the medical stuff is going, I'll put that below the cut so anyone who doesn't want to see it can skip it easier:
Three of the 12 eggs made it to blastocysts and are now frozen! One is a boy, one is a girl, and one is a ninja who's test results came back 'unknown'. Unknown is a excellent gender. Very proud of all my little frozen snow babies. I really hope they live. Hopefully I will only have to do one more surgery before I can see if my body is fit to give these kids life. If you happen to pray, please send prayers to make these kids powerful. I really really really want them to live. I'm kinda worried sick.
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Part 245 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (Sept 5, 2023)
I'm sorry this was so late. It's no excuse, but I've been struggling with some things and it's slowed me down. I should be able to keep up with the usual update schedule now though. Thank you so much as always for your patience! I hope you enjoy the belated update! (Even though this is Gan at one of this worst moments)
For those who may be interested, I still have copies of my comic and my new art book for sale in my Etsy store right now.
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Part 244 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (July 12, 2023)
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Thanks so much to all my amazing supporters that help make this comic happen! ♥
I'll be at GenCon in Indianapolis, IN on Aug 3rd to the 6th with my art booth, Lor Illustration in space 2960 (In the Entrepreneurs' Avenue Section). As always, I love to meet people who enjoy my work and more than happy to talk spoilers if you like that kinda thing. :) I also hope to have a new AToTR design/art book out for the show! Hopefully I can meet that deadline! For people who can't make it to the show, I will also have copies of my comic (and hopefully that art book) for sale in my Etsy store. https://www.etsy.com/shop/FigmentForms
Thank you again for your continued support and patience with my slow progress. I really hope my work continues to bring you some fun and thank you for everything! :)
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Part 242 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (June 8, 2023)
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I was a little unsure about opening up about the the things going on in my life with my last post, but I’m so glad I did. You all have been so kind and I’m so grateful to all of you. I know I don’t know you personally, but I’m so grateful that the world has you in it. To everyone else struggling, I hope things get brighter for you soon. Even if it turns out to not be in the way you had dreamed, I hope a new light shines on you that you never realized was there for you before. ♡
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You’re in my thoughts and prayers regardless of what happens next.
AToTR update will be a few days late
Sorry about this again. I got more bad news from the doctor and as a result I have really struggled to focus and I’ve gotten behind on my work.
Look for it around the 4th, hopefully it will be done sooner though. Thank you all so much for your on-going patience and kindness. <3
If people want to know details, I’ve put them below a “keep reading” line because medical stuff is understandably icky sometimes and I also talk about my bad feels with it and that’s… that’s kinda a lot. For those concerned, my life isn’t in danger. The removed tumor is still diagnosed as not cancer. It just did a lot of damage and I have a few more surgeries and drugs and a gamble to make and I’m freaked out about it.
Keep reading
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Loki’s Dirty Whispers #24
“Come and kneel before your king, and I shall make you forget every man who has ever taken you.”
Original quote here.
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Incubus written by Ovri (HD Version). Warning: NSFW. Contains demons, seduction, lucid dreaming and plenty of very dirty language. This is very sexual. Do not listen to it if you are unprepared or in public.
Someone requested I re-record the Incubus script with my new microphone, so I did. I don’t know if it’s as good a performance as the old one, but it sounds a lot clearer. Feel free to let me know what you think.
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Loki’s Dirty Whispers #55. Requested by aloveforthepoet. A few people requested pregnancy/conception related whispers, so here’s one for you.
“Put away those bothersome pills of yours. Tonight you conceive my child.”
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corsets and courtships [thomas sharpe x reader smut]
summary | inspired by corsets and courtships / your father's business partner comes to your home in hopes of discussing the future, and you both get more than you bargained for.
pairing | sir thomas sharpe (crimson peak, 2015) x fem!reader (y/n)
word count | 3.1k
warnings | SMUT (MDNI), fingering, no stated use of contraception, not a lot here tbh
author’s note | yeah so.... this audio has lived in my brain for a WHILE and my recent rewatch of crimson peak only made it.... harder to ignore. thanks to @tomhiddlestonsoundalike for making these (even if he's stopped posting *sob*), and enjoy!
“Oh! Sir Thomas!"
When you answered the door, you hadn’t expected to see the baronet. He stood there in his noble glory, his dark jacket’s shoulders damp, his black curls undone with rainwater. “My lady,” he greeted you in his charming British timbre, his light eyes gazing expectantly past you into the house. “What a lovely sight you are. Is your father home?”
“No,” you replied, tugging your house dress a bit tighter around your body. “He went to dinner a few hours ago. Is the matter urgent? Might I phone him?” You started to step back into the house, but Thomas’s quick exclamation stopped you.
“No, no,” Thomas said quickly. “I actually intended to speak to you privately. May I?” He looked past you into the house, and you suddenly became hyper-aware of the cold rain that the baronet was drenched in.
“Oh, goodness, yes,” you said quickly, stepping aside to let him in from the rain. Lately, London had known nothing but the cold and the rain and, being from America, you weren’t used to it in the slightest. You suspected that Thomas was used to it, but, still, being accustomed to something did not make it any less of a bother. “Sir Thomas, did you walk all the way here?”
“I did,” Thomas replied. You helped him out of the soaked overcoat and hurried to set it in front of the fire, and your hands shook as you did so. Why was Sir Thomas Sharpe darkening your doorstep at this time of day? The sun had already gone down, and you were preparing for bed. Thomas had to know how inappropriate it was. “But no worries. I was perfectly alright.”
“Oh, good,” you said quickly. You knew that your current state, just your chemise and corset and velvet dressing gown, were unsightly for you to be seen in, especially by one of your father’s business associates, and you nervously clasped your hands behind your back; you hoped that Sir Thomas either didn’t notice your current state of undress, or that he didn’t mind.
“To begin, I suppose,” Thomas began, carefully sitting on the settee sofa in front of the fire. He wore a beautiful dark suit underneath his teal overcoat, a perfect compliment to his pitch-colored hair and thin visage. His eyes, though, were the showstoppers-- a lovely and icy blue. Thomas was so wonderful and such a great friend to you, despite only meeting you because of his work with your father, but it wasn’t usual for him to turn up unannounced; only unusual because of this time of day. “I… I must congratulate you on your engagement.”
“Oh, yes,” you laughed softly, but your face burned. “My dear Mr. Burke. Yes, it was only a matter of time, I guess. Especially when it was so urged by Father.”
“May I ask how you met?” Thomas asked curiously. Thomas had always been a curious man, and perhaps it was presently for the worst, but you admired it. Truthfully, a small piece of your heart wishes that you were announcing your engagement to Sir Thomas Sharpe instead, but your heart could heal; it would have to. You had no choice but to accept it, and to mourn what could have been.
You tilted your head as you tried to conjure up the memory of you and your fiancé’s first meeting. “Well, we officially met when I was young,” you started slowly. “I was around ten, perhaps. Burke had just begun to work for Father, and I met him under those pretenses. But it was once I became of age that he began to properly court me, and…” You shrugged and let your hands clap at your thighs, and the sound was dampened by your dressing gown. “Here we are, I suppose.”
“Indeed, here we are,” Thomas sighed. “Are you… Are you happy with him?”
You scoffed at his boldness. “What a question to ask, sir,” you breathed. Anxiety filled you from head to toe, and you began to pace around the parlor. Your father wasn’t due home any for a while, but the consideration that he might return and catch you speaking ill of Mr. Burke churned your stomach. You and Thomas had been close for a long time, though, and you sincerely trusted him with the truth. “But… I don’t know how to feel. I don’t think I truly know Mr. Burke well enough to have a great deal of thoughts about him, let alone know whether or not I’m happy with him.”
The air in the parlor was heavy now, and you picked at your thumbnail, as you often did in uncomfortable situations. “It’s so cold out,” you mumbled, hoping to ease Thomas off of the subject. “Would you like some tea, Thomas?”
Thomas lifted his eyes from the fire. “No,” he said. “Thank you, darling. I fear my stomach does not have the temperament for it at the moment.” After a pregnant pause, Thomas took in a deep breath, and he said, “I lied. I did not come to congratulate you.”
“You didn’t?” You repeated. “Well, then, what did you come for?”
Thomas dropped his eyes from yours, but he took a hesitant step closer. “Madam, I have a confession,” he started. “For some time now, I have admired you, albeit from a distance. When I come to your home in order to discuss business with your father, I always looked forward to when you would deliver us tea. Those small encounters made meetings bearable. I understand that your marriage is set to make your father a wealthy man, and I have little to offer in those terms, but I need to tell you before it's too late.”
“Thomas,” you said quickly, taking a step towards him. “You don’t need to do this. I will be content with Burke—”
“Will you, though?” Thomas pressed, his eyebrows furrowing with doubt. “I can give you things that Burke can’t, things that you so dearly need. Someone as spirited and curious as you surely cannot be forced into a marriage with someone like him! You have so much life, darling! You are so full of passion! It pains me to see you resign yourself to a life with a man like that.”
“Would you rather I defy my father, then?” you asked. “This is past me now, Thomas, I cannot undo this.”
“Do you honestly plan to marry Burke?” Thomas asked. His pale face was now flushed with a tepid anger, his eyes alight in a way that you had never seen before. It was anger, it was passion; it was love. “Do not lie to me, my darling. Do you see yourself loving him, making a home for him, having his children?”
“I do not have a choice, Thomas,” you huffed. “And neither do you. I am promised to Mr. Burke, and I will make good on my promise, as I have been taught to do.”
Thomas sighed and rubbed at his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I will heed your protests, as you wish,” he mumbled. “But, please, hear my words. I love you. I long for you. I ache for you. I burn for you. I dream of you when I sleep and I think of you when I wake. Even my sister has noticed my devotion, and she is often blind to these things. This has gone beyond a love for your mind and your words. This is a love of the soul; the essence of me is bewitched by you. Please. Tell me you don’t share my affections.”
Your face had grown hot by the time he sighed in conclusion, and you pressed your hand to your chest to try to cover the flush. You were stuck. You had loved Thomas from the moment you met him, but you always knew yourself to be promised to Mr. Burke. You hadn’t let yourself explore the depths of your love for the baronet, but the warmth in your stomach alerted you to exactly what you felt. “Thomas, I…” you started. “I—”
“Your breathing,” Thomas started and he stepped close to you, close enough for you to smell the scent of his skin. His hand, larger than your own and soft to the touch, grasped you by your waist and drew you flush against his body, and his eyes locked on yours. “So rapid, so sharp. What do you wish to tell me?”
“I…” you began. You struggled for the words, but Thomas’s biting of his bottom lip helped you find them. “I feel as if my passions are entwined with yours, sir.”
“As our bodies will soon be, I imagine,” Thomas whispered. “The longer I look at you and have you in my arms… I can scarcely contain my desire. I must have you.”
You had never been held in such a tender embrace. No kiss had ever met your lips, but you found yourself pulling Thomas in by his tie and brushing your lips to his. The heat that blossomed in your chest had made its way to your belly in an unfamiliar striking of what you knew to be desire, and the small growl that left Thomas’s throat told you that he felt the same way.
Quickly, you fell to the settee, and Thomas made quick work of removing your blouse. He kissed your neck, giving you the softest affections that he could, and he gave a soft hum at the sight of your corset. It wasn’t a nice one, a simple white, but Thomas drank in the sight of it all the same. “So exquisite,” he whispered, his fingers trailing up the tough boning to brush against the warm skin of your breasts. “How I long to take my time with it, but we both know that your father could return at any moment.”
“Thomas—“ you began, your voice a whine that was unusual for you, but Thomas quieted you with a kiss.
“Think of the scandal if we’re caught,” he whispered into your mouth, his breath hot on your lips. “Forgive me, my love, but this will have to do.” With deft hands, he tugged your corset downward, exposing your breasts to him and the cold air, and his hand instantly captured one. “What perfection you are, dearest. You deserve to be worshipped like the goddess you are. You don’t think Mr. Burke would treat you in such a way, do you?” He placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone, then began to settle a series of kisses to the valley between your breasts.
“He never has,” you whispered.
Thomas pulled himself out from between your breasts, confusion etching his face. “Have you laid with Mr. Burke?” he asked.
“Not properly,” you explained. “Just… Little things.”
“Like what?” Thomas asked. “Tell me, my love.”
A whole different sort of heat invaded your body now. Instincts told you to cover yourself and to shy away from Thomas, but his warm touch made you seek him out and grasp his strong arms instead. “It has all been for him, you must understand,” you began quickly. “I never gave myself to him, because…”
“Because why?” Thomas asked. “What was the reason?”
You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood. “I always wanted it to be you,” you admitted in a whisper. “I could never let Mr. Burke have my most precious gift.”
Thomas’s features softened, and he let out a heavy breath. “You’re a virgin,” he said; not a question, but a statement. “And you’re willing to let me have the honor?”
“Thomas, please, I want it to be you,” you told him. You pushed your fingers into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you, and your body quivered beneath him when his tongue pushed into your mouth, so passionate and dominating and hungry, but still so loving. His curls brushed your forehead, and your back arched up into his chest, pressing your breasts into him. “Oh, my flower,” Thomas purred. “I will help you blossom.”
His hands left your body, instead going underneath your skirts to take your legs in his grasp. His hands were cold and they sent a shiver down your spine, and he slid them up to your thighs. Goose-skin invaded every inch of you as it was exposed to the air, and, once his hands had met the inner skin of your thighs, he drew them tight around his waist. His mouth went back to your breasts and his lips latched onto your nipple, now hard and raised by arousal, and you bit your cheek to keep in your moan. “Let me hear you, my flower,” Thomas whispered. He rolled his hips into you and, without your skirts in the way, he found himself pressed right against your wet heat. “I have long dreamt of the noises you would make.”
“Thomas,” you whimpered. Your bodies naturally found a rhythm with each other, and you grew to burn for the little huffs he gave into your breasts. He bit at them, leaving small red spots in his wake. You knew that your hair was being matted against the pillow below your head and that explaining it away would take some effort, but the sudden foreign feel of his fingers against your slit made every other thought flee from your head. “Thomas! What—“
Sir Thomas Sharpe shushed you gently. He dragged his long finger down your slit and collected the wetness that dripped out of you, and he whispered, “This is what you’ve been longing for, hasn’t it? Someone to love you, take care of you? My dearest flower, I can do that for you, and more.”
You shivered when he slowly pushed his fingers into you, and you tugged at his hair as a gasp fell from your mouth. You hadn’t ever felt anything as good as that, and you found yourself muttering, “More. Fuck, Thomas.”
“Oh, such naughty words from such a pretty thing,” Tom chuckled. He was pleased with himself, you could tell. He had every right to be, though; the way that he had you completely undone beneath him was admirable. “Trust in me, my sweet girl. I’ll take care of you forever.”
His fingers coaxed you open, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him. You shuddered and trembled under him, and you moaned like you never thought possible. You had never envisioned yourself to be in such a debauched state, but your hands clambering for his belt solidified your decision. “I can’t marry him,” you told him. “N-Not after you, my love.”
Thomas’s cheeks grew pink, and he gave a laughing breath. “I’m relieved to hear that,” he told you. Carefully, so as to not startle you, he pulled his trousers down just enough to extract his cock, red and weeping. He had a length and thickness that made your heartbeat pound in your ears, and Thomas quickly mumbled, “My sweet girl, you’re shaking so. Is something wrong?”
“I just want you,” you cooed. “I want to be yours, Thomas.”
Thomas smiled, and he placed a kiss on your bottom lip. His hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly, and his thumb stroked your cheekbone as he pushed his cock, hard and burning hot, past your folds into you. The feeling was strange and made you lose your breath, but his reassuring grip on your face and thigh helped you adjust to it. “Oh, my girl,” he groaned. His voice was shaking, his warm words growled possessively. You were his, and he was yours. “Oh, my love. You… You feel better than I ever dreamed.”
You whimpered and flexed your hips to have him deeper, and he kissed your shoulders and neck as he started up a gentle pace. The odd feeling, one almost of pain but not quite, quickly dissolved and was replaced with a striking ecstasy, and desire filled every part of you. If you hadn’t meant it before, you certainly did now; you couldn’t marry Mr. Burke, not knowing that Thomas could and was guaranteed to treat you so much better. Lady Sharpe was a title that seemed rather becoming, now that you considered it.
Your bodies moved together knowingly, giving and taking each other like waves upon a shore. With each passing second, a knot was tightened deep in your belly, and you dug your fingers into Thomas’s back, rumpling up his shirt and jacket. “Are you close?” he asked. His voice, raspy with breath, dripped with intoxicating want, and his hands continued to roam your body. He never seemed satisfied with one place, but you felt the same way. Everything wasn’t enough.
“Yes,” you rasped shakily.
“I can feel it,” Thomas muttered. His breath was hot against your ear, and every pant and hissing breath echoed deep inside your head. “Give in with me,” Thomas told you. His lips finally met yours again, and your hands found final purchase in his hair. “Let us come undone together.”
With that, the knot in your belly splintered and came undone all at once, and a cry ripped itself from your mouth. Your body heaved and quivered under Thomas, and he gave a tight groan as he came. His cum coated your wet heat, painting you as his, inside and out, and the small ring on your finger felt as if it were burning you right up. It needed to come off and, as Thomas’s hips slowly ceased, you wriggled the ring off of your finger. “I’m yours, Thomas,” you whispered in a hushed voice, panting still. Your heart beat wildly in your ears, and you felt like you would never truly recover from his embrace. “All yours.”
“When your father returns,” Thomas began. He slowly pulled his cock from you and did up his trousers, and he whispered as he helped you turn decent once more. “I’ll make clear to him that I intend to court you, and that I will not take no for an answer.”
“You’re quite the worthy man,” you told him. You sat up and touched your skin, just a hint tender from his mouth, and your face went red with the implication that, perhaps, Thomas had left a mark on you. “And an honorable one. The only complication would be—”
“Mr. Burke,” Thomas sighed. “Yes, yes…” He watched the fire for a few moments, his mind working wonders behind his light eyes, and his hand carefully touched yours. “I certainly don’t have his fortune, but I can offer you much more. I-I have an aptitude for business, as your father knows—”
“And for other matters,” you added with a smile, and Thomas’s cheeks turned pink.
“Yes, that too,” he said with a laugh. “But perhaps I should exclude that from my proposal to your father.”
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Part 242 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (May 1, 2023)
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It’s Back! Thank you all so much for your support of my work after my break last month! <3
I’m super happy to report that the mass the doc took out was officially declared NOT Cancer!!! Very happy about that, and also very happy that it’s OUT of me! Now I just have a few more tests to see what kind of damage it left behind just by “clogging up the works” for all this time. Hopefully it will go well. I can’t wait for the unknown of all this to be over with. (Not to mention praying so hard that someday, somehow, I get to be a parent after all this is over.) Thank you all so much for your kind words, patience and words of support as I took last month off. It really means a lot to know that people care and understand. I appreciate you all very much! ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡
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Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals
It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals
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