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Dragon Hoards
A dragon is nothing without its hoard. Upon realizing that Swordfish takes a different approach to accumulating tons of treasure, by taking a trip to the nearby swamps!
Also, I made a Patreon page! It’s still fresh out the oven so right now there’s one comic featuring one of the dragons, but I am going to upload more Patreon-exclusive comics there + some other secret stuff. It’s one tier, $1 per month, so if you’re interested in seeing more of Swordfish and his buddies you can check it out here!
We all saw vertical Moonpaw SO how about a horizontal one??!
I just love chimera cats
husbands
!! also: I have an Instagram/twitter now if any of you care, which I'll be posting more art on, user is stxrbxrd :3
couldnt remember rikas name
Gemini Slay!!
She was amazing in Secret Life, hope she comes back again <3 I really liked her narrative of being a leader
AND REMAIN GAY
"I know how to help you now!"
screencap redraw from howl's moving castle
Part 2 of the God!Tucker au (Part 1 here)
It takes a couple months for Tucker to gain his strength back, especially since Wash can’t be at his temple during the peace talks. He finds every excuse to pray to him, however, mumbling reassurances and promises to treat him right when he gets back. Tucker melts at every word, the glow in his godly skin returning bit by bit as Wash gives him all his devotion. He’ll take whatever he can get while he’s too weak to leave the temple, basking in the worship he hasn’t felt in ages.
Once Wash does get back, oh. There’s nothing stopping Tucker from running into his devotees arms, grinning ear to ear as he twirled around with the same enthusiasm.
From there, things only grow, Tucker completely besotted by this mortal so set on worshiping him with nothing but himself given in return. It’s a strange feeling to have, being pampered and praised and prayed to with nothing but his attention and adoration asked in exchange. It’s empowering in a way trinkets and food could never be. A form of worship that fills Tucker to his core and leaves him feeling warm and content.
Wash watches in great detail as his god transforms, the softness of his body returning, the glow in his eyes grow brighter and brighter, his godlike power coming back tenfold. Something rather prideful, maybe even a little possessive, burns in him knowing that it’s his offering of affection, his time spent worshiping him that is bringing Tucker back to life. It makes him treasure each kiss a little more, hold on to Tucker a little longer, let a bit more praise slip out than necessary.
This is his god, his one true deity, and Wash intends to savor every moment with him.
Wash lays on his side on the pile of blankets and pillows he’s set up as a makeshift bed while he rebuilds the temple, eyes glued as Tucker twirls around; the animals that have made their home here are just as mesmerized at Tucker’s dancing as he is. He spins and dips and leaps all around the room, floor now clean of debris of tripping vines to show the beautiful marble underneath for Tucker to prance on.
He finishes with a flick of his hands and a twist of his feet, sinking to the floor just a few feet from Wash. Wash knows what he’s doing as he lays vulnerable on the ground, eyes half lidded as they look at him for approval.
They light up brightly, irises shining as Wash claps and nods his amazement. Tucker smiles wide as he sits up, hair draping messily over his back and shoulders.
With the sun streaming in through the hole still in the roof and Tucker’s skin glowing from sweat and the butterflies fluttering around him like a veil, Wash doesn’t doubt for a second that this man is—
Wait, butterflies?
Tucker all but shouts in joy as he clambers to his feet, arms reaching out for the swarm of colors hovering around him.
Wash watches in confusion as Tucker bounces around with the critters, scooping some of them into his hand and gently offering his face down for them to lean into. “Tucker? What’s going on?”
He turns then, proudly showing off the glittering colors fluttering in his hand to Wash as the man tilts his head curiously at his bubbly god.
“My babies are back!”
Wash tilts his head. “Babies?”
Tucker nods excitedly, grinning wide enough to show all his pearly white teeth. “Each one is a spirit, a lost soul in need of guidance through death. They stick by me as loyal companions until they’re ready to move on.”
He looks over the handful of shining critters, a few flying out of Tucker’s hands and into Wash’s face. If Wash didn’t know any better, he’d say he was being kissed by them.
“Aww, they like you.” Tucker coos at them some more, feather light touches brushed against their wings as the shimmer in the sun. “A lot more stuck around than I was expecting. I thought they’d have all moved on by now…”
Something in Wash’s heart aches at the prospect that Tucker wasn’t expecting anyone to care that he was gone, that someone choosing to stay by his side would be a surprise rather than the norm. Wash tilts his head as the butterflies sweep over him, curious about the new stranger keeping their god company. “Will I become one when I die?”
Tucker snorts, shaking his head with an amused smile as he moves to sit next to him, butterflies scattering around him so he can drop his hands. He purrs in approval when Wash laces their hands together, drawing him in until he’s sat firmly on his lap instead. “I sure hope not. I rather like you as a human.”
“Yeah? You don’t think I’d make a good butterfly?” Wash teases as he lets his head be pushed back, Tucker’s soft lips making their way up the column of his throat as Tucker hums against him.
“I’m just privy to being able to kiss you.” As if to prove his point, Tucker guides Wash down to his lips, licking into his mouth with practiced ease.
Wash sighs softly into it, giving Tucker exactly what he wants as they kiss deep and slow. Contentment settles into his bones, something pleasant settling in his chest and lighting him from the inside out.
I could do this forever. Please let me do this forever.
Tucker notices the change in Wash’s kisses immediately, the biting edge of desperation seeping into their kisses as Wash tries to seer everything about his god into his brain.
He pulls away, gently cradling Wash’s face to look at him with mild concern. “What?”
Never one to deny him anything, Wash answers honestly, his whole heart open and bleeding for the divine man sitting in his lap.
“What’ll happen to me then? When I die?” He’s not asking out of fear nor to try and sway destiny to avoid the inevitable. Death is a concept Wash has long accepted as a truth of life, a necessity as a soldier on the battlefield.
No, he simply wants to know he gets the honor and privilege of getting to spend more than one lifetime with Tucker.
It takes a moment for Tucker to answer, head tilted in thought aa he looks over Wash. “All you wanted in exchange for your devotion was me, correct?” Wash nods firmly. He doesn’t need nor want anything else. “And you wish to stay with me, forever and always?”
“Yes.” Wash replies immediately, holding a little tighter as he presses Tucker to him. Maybe it makes him crazy and codependent, but Wash decided the moment he laid eyes on Tucker that it would take the earth and sky to tear him away.
Tucker smiles at him, kisses his face gently again and again and again, and then shares the best news Wash has ever heard in his life.
“Then you will not die. Not as long as I live. You will stay my devoted little heart until the stars lose their shine and the earth crumples beneath our feet. You said you wanted me, Sir Washington? You have me. All of me. For the rest of time.”
It clicks for Wash what he’s asked for, what he’s being promised. A god to call his own, to have and to hold for all his life which is now as infinite as time itself. A lover who is as hopelessly devoted to him as he is; someone to have and to hold for the rest of eternity with no end.
Wash pulls Tucker into another kiss, putting every bit of his happiness into it as he grins. Tucker chuckles against him, kissing the joy right off his lips as Wash drags him further up his legs until they’re practically fused together. “You mean that? I get to have this forever? I get to love you forever?”
“Yes—“ Tucker is muffled by Wash’s insistent lips, his devotion and love pouring over into Tucker’s very being at a dizzying rate, overpowering everything in his brain with Wash, Wash, Wash.
There are tears falling down his face when they part, Tucker completely engulfed in pure unfiltered emotion that gushes out from his lover. Wash brushes them away, kissing softly over his cheeks as he coos and soothes and cradles Tucker.
“Yours. I’m yours.” Tucker finishes, wonderfully overwhelmed by the gentle worship of Wash’s hands on his body as he’s praised.
Wash nuzzles against his face, caring and careful as Tucker shudders apart in his arms.
“And I’m yours.”
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[collab with @/oliverhangout on twitter! he did the lines and i did the colors!]