People seem to like my squiddos, so I was wondering if anyone would want help or a design by me! So I have a question for you squid lovers: Would anyone be interested in Inkling/Octoling character design adopts?
Sneak peak at newly developing story based on @writing-prompt-s prompt: It’s 3am. Your partner gets out of bed to use the restroom, after they return to bed and you are drifting back to sleep, you are surprised by a knock at the bedroom door. It’s your partner … asking why the door is locked. Vote at the end!
Alfred’s snoozing contentedly when he feels Ivan get up from the bed. He stirs briefly, but allows himself to be hushed to sleep again as he hears the familiar footsteps head out into the hallway bathroom. Ivan could drink vodka for ages and be totally unaffected, but the moment he hit the hay…well, there was a reason they’d been looking into apartments with an ensuite. Passing out on the couch for easier access to the bathroom was just not fun with that much alcohol in your system.
He sighed when he heard near silent steps re-enter the bedroom and shut the door. A familiar weight settles at his side, and a possessive arm was thrown across his waist, pinning him to the other man settling into the bed. He hummed contentedly, sinking further into the depths of warmth and bliss. He loved sleeping with Ivan (and in this case he meant just sleeping, though certainly, he was rather fond of the other alternative as well).
There was a knock on the bedroom door, what felt like hours later. His brows furrowed as the sound repeated itself, pulling him from the long, deep sleep he’d been about to immerse himself into.
“Fredka?” a worried voice came from behind the door, and he felt something in him freeze. “Fredka, why is the door locked? Is everything alright?”
But Ivan was in bed with him, he though, brows furrowed sleepily. The arm around his waist tightened, as if in agreement, and he felt his heart jerk.
“Fredka?” the knob rattled, and his heart raced. “Alfred? This isn’t funny, dorogoy. When did you get up? I didn’t hear you move.”
Because Alfred hadn’t.
He shot up, pushing himself upright, but the arm around his waist - and presumably, whomever the arm belonged to - held him still, and prevented him from turning to see just who’d managed to sneak into his bed.
“Bit of a worrier, isn’t he?” a voice murmured into his ear, and his breath hitched. A hand slid up his leg and settled on his upper thigh, and he felt his face burn even as ice pulsed through his veins. “Admittedly, it’s not without reason. Don’t worry darling, I’m not going to hurt you.”
A hand clapped over his mouth before he registered that he’d opened it to scream.
Here’s a little thing I wrote a few days ago
to meet my nano camp daily goal. I don’t think I’ll finish it, it’s a bit messy and not betaed, but since it’s not nothing, I thought I’d share it anyway. :)
It’s set during the war, and it’s got LeFou taking a bullet to protect Gaston. Enjoy!
“I apologize for Lord Nobunaga” Mitsuhide greeted when you came to his room that night. “I should have anticipated that he might have been hiding in one of those trees” He shook his head as he spoke, an incredulous laugh threatening to escape him. For once, he was not at his desk working. He lay on his bedding, dressed only in a sleeping robe, while you still wore a thin kimono.
He motioned for you to sit beside him, and when you did, without hesitation he laid his head leisurely in your lap and took one of your hands in his. He left a lingering kiss to it before moving it to his hair, shooting you a pleading smile. “If you wouldn’t mind doting on me for a bit… my darling” You eagerly complied, your heart soaring now that you no longer had to reserve your affections around him. His eyes drifted closed and you couldn’t help but notice that the peaceful smile that remained on his face made him seem much younger.