Sorry if you anticipated but I didn’t draw anything for Namjoon’s birthday. A lot of ppl loved my Jk comic and I felt a lot of pressure, I didn’t have any ideas and I was scared to disappoint someone.
But its mainly because I’m a bit done with the competitiveness in the fandom. I feel like this days it’s more about who will draw faster and who will get more attention. And this affects me a lot because I’m really not a competitive person, I hate the competition. I don’t want to draw something because I want my drawings to be the best or idk. I just want to draw because it makes people happy, myself included. I don’t care if I’m popular or not, I just want to make things that I like whenever I want.
Maybe I’m the only one who feel this way but I just wanted to talk about this stuff. Now that I figured out I’m feeling way better! Thank you for being so kind to me💘💘
“The first hour is always Cassian and Nesta bickering while Rhys makes bedroom eyes at Feyre, anyway.”
Elain smiles against her will, but doesn’t let her mate make any headway towards the enormous staircase of the house of wind. “Luciennnnnnn,” she intones, holding him back by the arm, “Come on. Even Amren has to get flown up. Trust me, your dignity is not suffering more than Amren’s.”
“Amren doesn’t have a giant Illyrian with a personal vendetta to—“ the booming sounds of wings cut him off as two figures in black descend with a leathery snap before them, siphons glinting. “—To make my life difficult. Hello, Azriel.”
Azriel and Elain exchange polite hellos, but Cassian is sporting what can only be called a shit-eating grin.
“Cassian,” Lucien finally adds.
Elain tries not to giggle. Cassian delights in good-naturedly antagonizing her mate; Lucien always gives as good as he gets, but the odds are a little stacked today.
Cassian holds out his arms, expression smug. “Shall we?”
“I’m afraid I have to beg your pardon, Commander,” Lucien says with faux apology, their game begun. “But I was just about to ask Azriel to take me, and you to take Elain. I just thought it made sense, given that I’m heavier than Elain, and that Az, I’m told,“ —appraising glances at both Illyrians— “Has the larger wingspan of the two of you.”
Elain has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and even Az’s spymaster composure cracks.
Cassian’s smile has tightened, and his mouth purses as he decides his retaliation.
“I understand,” he says finally, nodding. “It’s perfectly normal, the first time you feel something like this—“ he gestures between them, “—to be overwhelmed by it. If you’d rather seek shelter in Azriel’s arms for the time being, I won’t judge you.”
Lucien’s shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, but he stares up at the sky like he can will himself away from this conversation. “I’d really like to know why we’re having the meeting in a house that only four of the nine people attending can easily access,” he muses.
“And I’d like to know why you’re denying the passion between us, princeling.” Cassian puts an offended hand on his chest. “I won’t wait for you forever.”
Elain is reduced to a fit of giggles that makes Lucien smile wryly too.
“Shall we leave these clowns to their antics, Elain?” Az asks lightly.
“Alright, alright,” Lucien relents, laughing. “Let’s go, Cassian. My mate’s about to abandon me.”
But Cassian crosses his arms, mirth still in his eyes. “Oh, you think you can just get a ride whenever you like? That wingspan comment was rather offensive. I suddenly don’t feel like taking you anywhere.”
Lucien groans. “What now? Are you going to make me beg?”
“That would be a start.” Cassian examines his nails uninterestedly.
Cassian ignores him.
Lucien rolls his eyes. “Please, o beautiful and powerful Illyrian warlord with shoulders that shouldn’t fit through doors and an abdomen made of solid steel.”
Cassian arches an eyebrow. “Getting closer. What are you asking me, Lucien? Be specific.”
Lucien heaves a sigh of defeat. “I’m asking you to wrap me in your big beautiful arms and take me. Is that the kind of homoerotic answer you were looking for?”
Cassian’s grin returns in full force, and his wings unfurl anew from his back. “Yep, that’ll do.”
Elain’s face hurts from laughing, and it only gets worse as the Illyrian sweeps Lucien off his feet, her mate going stiff and bristling at the motion like he’s an angry red cat.
“Be nice to him, Cassian,” she calls, as Az does the same with her (albeit more gently).
“Don’t worry, I know it’s his first time. I’ll be gentle.”
“If you drop me, I will set you on fire,” Lucien deadpans in response.
“If I drop you, you’ll be dead,” Cassian says cheerfully, and Lucien’s smart response is swallowed by the crack of air under Cassian’s wings as they shoot off into the sky.
BTS having a competion to see who can make the best Kdrama on like run bts! or something and your otps being put into groups then deciding not to crossdress as a female and a male because they wanted theirs to be different?