BEHOLD, MY GD &jsab(?) SONA :D
this is my gd icon, is a one-eyed cube and love my shiny things :D
imma be answering any gd ask-related with this sona
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I’ve been having a whole quanyin moment rn on twitter & I need to make Yin Yu MILF jokes or I’ll die
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sorry for being this way.
Pierre is introduced to Charles Leclerc when he is twelve.
Well, introduced is not a word he would use for their meeting.
Pierre was lined up with the other boys from his village and Charles - lovely Charles - had walked past him before freezing, backing up, looking at Pierre, and smiling at him.
And that's when Pierre's entire world realigned inside of someone else's eyes.
He hadn't expected to be chosen. He hadn't even expected to be considered. He was too short, too scrawny, too poor, too mouthy. He wouldn't make a good Protector.
He had gone simply because it had been required. He expected to go to the lineup and go home that same afternoon, hugging his friends goodbye that were chosen to train and compete for the title of Protector of the Chosen.
But, no one had been able to predict that Charles' magic would call to him. No one expected the newest trainee to have a true match - it had been centuries since the last True Protector, but Charles had looked at Pierre and that was it.
History.
And Pierre has spent the last fifteen years training and perfecting and slipping into Charles' room after a long day away from him and listening to him talk about his own training and his own calling.
It weighs heavily on Charles - the expectation and the power and the calling. It weighs on him and the only other person who can ever understand is Pierre - because of his own calling.
But, the difference is that Pierre's calling isn't to the world or to some greater magical being, it's to Charles. The only thing that Pierre has loyalty to is Charles.
And that makes it easy to train until his hands bleed and to oil his armor at the end of the day and to sit at the end of Charles' bed and split an apple with him that Pierre hid away while he listens to Charles talk about how exhausted he is after learning a new spell.
Because Pierre was made for Charles. He serves Charles. In any way that he needs him to.
And maybe it shouldn't surprise him that they ended up here, Pierre between Charles' thighs, drawing breathy moans from Charles' body. Maybe part of Pierre's devotion to Charles' well-being means that he was destined to become the person that Charles turned to when he started to have desires outside of just studying and learning and being Chosen.
Pierre doesn't mind really, because he only knows love - earth shattering, soul tying, impossible love for Charles.
Charles had looked at him tonight and asked if Pierre knew pleasure and Pierre had known what Charles wanted and he had been happy to give it.
Pierre would burn the world down for Charles. He would clear a path for him through hell. This. This. Taking Charles to his bed and showing him what his body can do for him...that's easy. That's simple. That's not a sacrifice at all.
Because Charles had looked at Pierre when he was only 10 years old and Pierre's entire world was realigned in his eyes.
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finally woke up from my nap 👁👁
from a few days ago! i also tried something new with my photo editing, and i feel like it's not even noticeable (for context i always end up taking these pics at 3am in a very dim room with just my yellowy desk light to help me 🤓)
@gomiphoria thank you so much 👀
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a wip of the eagle rescue scene, which originally was just going to be a close up of fingon reaching for a lock of maedhros' hair but... not seeing how he was sitting on throndor haunted me.... so i zoomed out to try and figure that out and realized i should add mae to the foreground.
anyway this exists because i was working on improving how i draw hands. for this reason, i am not focused on how fingon clearly goes to the nightwing school of dramatic poses
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