"Eating is the sole privilege of the living." "So what if there's no life for that privilege?" (Proceeds to cannibalize)
Tried my hand at NSFW. Dunmeshi is such a fun manga and I finished it all in one night. I don't think I'll ever do something like this again, but this was pretty fun. Also, nipple. That was annoying to draw. So were the asscheeks. I will NOT be drawing those again.
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Laimay day 7: Hair/Grooming
I didn't get to finish the drawing for today (I was planning on adding a little more background and rendering it out completely, but that's how it goes sometimes), so, to make up for it, I wrote a short little fic to go along with the art! (550 words)
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Marcille felt a warm touch to her forehead when she stirred, a hand brushing hair off her face, and when she hummed a gentle voice rumbled, “Good morning.”
Marcille cracked her eyes open to see Laios leaning over her, a soft smile on his face, backlit from the morning rays over his shoulder. Knowing he was watching over her, that he was there, brought a sense of peace to her soul. “Morning,” she returned, reaching up to brush the backs of her fingers over his cheek. He clearly hadn’t even gotten out of bed, yet, if the sandpaper of his morning stubble was anything to go by.
“I was going to go out and check the traps,” Laios said, “but I didn’t want to go while you were still asleep.”
Very thoughtful of him. Especially considering he was the one most excited about this trip. “You didn’t have to wait for me,” Marcille mumbled, closing her eyes again. This wasn’t the bed she usually slept in, but it was vastly more comfortable. Warm under the blankets, a plush, soft pillow, a smaller, less grandiose room…this wasn’t quite a vacation, but it could become one. Maybe they should make a trip out here for something other than business, next time.
“It’s okay. You were smiling in your sleep.” The bed shifted as Laios turned away, leaving Marcille trying to poke at what her dream was. “Here, I thought of some improvements we could make to the traps while you were asleep.”
Marcille groaned and rolled over, facing her back to Laios. She was already sore from the day before, the last thing she wanted was to be on horseback for the next three hours. “Can we not think about work before breakfast?” This man had a one-track mind, she swore.
“Okay, okay.” The wooden bed frame creaked, and Marcille smiled as she felt Laios press up behind her instead, squeezing her shoulder. “Or, hear me out, we could get up, eat breakfast,” he paused to kiss her temple, “check the traps, and then spend the rest of the day in the library.” He nuzzled his face into Marcille’s neck, warming a bruise his teeth had left there, and she hummed, because his bribe was working.
“If there are any monsters in those traps, I know you’ll want to cancel the library plans and spend all day in the field instead.” He’d be so excited about it, and Marcille wouldn't be able to stop him.
Laios gasped. “What? Noooo, I wouldn’t…”
He was a horrible liar. Marcille rolled back so she could meet his gaze, hooking her arm around his neck and pulling him closer. She tried batting her eyelashes at him, hoping the puppy eyes might get through. “Maybe I would be okay staying out there all day with you and the monsters, if you make up for it now…” She’d bring a book, too, of course. No excuse losing out on valuable reading time.
His cheeks got a little pink, and he glanced at her mouth. “How?”
Marcille leaned up to meet him halfway as she pulled him into a kiss, memorizing the soft press of his lips, the gentle scratch of his stubble on her chin. When they pulled apart, he looked a little dazed, and she smiled. “Help me get ready for the day.”
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