December Commission Contest
Added 2019-12-09 18:26:13 +0000 UTC
Enter by leaving a prompt in the comment section below.
--The prompt must related to either my Chaotic Nation comic series or my upcoming Lost Guardians comic series.
--It can be a short prompt concept or a long written out idea. Maybe a "but what if" scene from the existing comic, or a prediction for the upcoming comic. Maybe you just wanna write a drabble about how your 2 favorite characters hook up in the broom closet. Sky's the limit!
-- You'll have until Dec 24th to enter your prompt before other patrons will begin voting on their favorite by leaving a like on the prompt comments.
-- Please don't vote until it is announced to do so.
-- Only $12, 20, and $50 tiers may participate in the commission.
--$12 patrons will win a sketch commission by Zyeph!
-- Winners must submit their commission request within 25 days of winning.
----- Entry period is Closed.
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It was the winter solstice, a time for festivities, feasting, singing and dancing; a time where the fires of war waned and the flames of comfort and company blazed. Traditions passed from generations carried memories of holidays long since forgotten, and yet the spirit of the older times managed to somehow grace the wartorn country. Gifts and well wishes had started to become commonplace once again this time of year, sparking new traditions among the humans in their villages. Unfortunately the season this year, just like the many years before...meant absolutely nothing to Toraki. Unlike his sister who had adopted the tradition quickly in their youth, the concept of giving anything for free without reward for no reason was lost on him. Like all things he believed in gaining through sacrifice, be it blood or hard work or even trade. He would sooner scoff at an unwelcomed gift, feeling always there was some ulterior motive behind his taking it. He'd even gone so far as to smack a gift from his own sister, Rezuna, to the ground, something she'd never forget to this day. He had nothing to give, not unless they wanted an axe in their skull as penance. What little he did have he kept for himself, a small hoard of trinkets, weapons and money, spoils from the war. Stuff to retire on, and he couldn't retire on a fruit cake. Just like the spirit of the season being brought back to life, so did the spirits who once guided those who strayed far from it's path. One fateful night Toraki was visited by a long bearded and coat wearing Spirit of Yule. Thinking him to be an intruder, he swings his large battle axe into the apparition--again and again with no result until he tires himself out. Intent on fleeing, the spirit instead draws him from his reality and takes him on a journey through time, practically tossing him into a heap of snow to help him cool off. Their first stop is his youth, just like the many mortals the spirit had guided before him, the moment the spirit of the season was lost on them. He watched himself during the coldest day of the month smacking a paper wrapped gift from his own sisters hands. He couldn't have been more than 14 years old, an aspiring warrior, and watched her eyes well up with tears that may as well have turned to icicles from how cold he had been to her. When his younger self and sister had left the scene, he approached to unwrap the gift and found within it a crude and coiled up leather belt. Beyond the leather-makers engravings and the fact the buckle was extremely over polished there's wasn't anything particularly fancy about it. Or at least he thought, until he caught a glimpse of his own young naked ass in the distance struggling to keep his weighted pants up. He remembered now. His pockets were full of stolen coin and food, and tucked in the waistband was a dagger for protection. His last belt had been cut during a fight with one of the other boys in town. She had replaced it for him, knowing he would need it to keep up his shenanigans. He clutched it tight in his fist before being taken away once again. Then came the second stop. It was the town center and an immense pyre had been lit. Many had gathered from towns all over to enjoy the warmth of freshly cut wood. Carts carrying foods from all over, fine meats, ales and breads all to prepare everyone for a night of feasting. Even the poor were invited to partake on this special night...and who other than his own sister was handing out bread with a smile. He rarely ever saw her smile, not unless it was in the heat of battle. Even that stupid scarred up newcomer Tisik among some of his own crew showed glee in the company here. When Tisik asked where Toraki was, his sister scoffed at the idea of him ever joining them. He felt his heart drop, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Something within him wanted to curse them, perhaps it was his envy or that they seemed to have forgotten there was a war on, but nobody could hear him. He told himself he didn't care, and yet... The third stop hit home, as the spirit had expected it to. There in his room, laying against the spoils of war, his vast horde of blades, coin and treasure lay a not much older Toraki. His body was bruised, cut, and a single dagger was lodged into his rib cage. All of his spoils were for naught, to be used and spent by no one. The village had been raised, the townspeople without weapons to defend themselves or food to get through the winter. There was nothing left. Toraki fell to his knees and pleaded to the spirit for answers on how to avoid such a future, but without answering the spirit vanished. The vision faded and he found himself in the same room right where he began, clutching a belt in his hand. For the first time in a long time he felt unsure of himself. All he had known was pain and crime and the thrill of battle, taking what you can and giving nothing back. His grip tightened around the belt and his jaw clenched with a new found resolve. Back in town, the festivities had been going since the moment the sun started to fall and the fire burned brightly. A good portion of the bread had been given out by Rezuna and the rest of the gang, granting them a brief moment of respite and the chugging of cold ale. She practically spat out her drink. Lo and behold came stomping her older brother, scabbards aplenty around his waist and a huge wrapped up stack of blades and axes held together by a thick leather belt. His muscles were tensed, his skin practically steaming from having hauled this huge collection of metal from his home all the way to the town center. He lobbed the pile of weapons at the feet of Tisik, much to his surprise. Toraki let out a huge sigh of relief, undoing both the belt wrapped around the blades and the one around his waist, tossing the scabbards with their respective blades sheathed onto the pile. His countrymen watched in confusion as he replaced the belt around his waist with the very same his sister had given him many years ago. She recognized it immediately, all the hard work she did to polish the steel to a shine, but most of all she remembered his rejection of it. She stormed over to him, a loaf of bread in hand, dismissing the blades at his feet. The look she gave him alone asked the question before her lips could even say the words. “D-don't over think it. I just want the people to be able to protect themselves...ya know...in case.” She cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, then formed a sly smile as her eyes lowered to his shiny belt buckle. Tisik approached the pile of varying blades and axes, hefting one sturdy broadsword in his hand before handing it off to fellow soldier. He took a full mug of ale from the bench he was on and offered it to Toraki. He hesitated for a few quiet seconds, silence only broken by the crackling of the nearby wood. It was apparently a few seconds too long, as soon a loaf of bread as hard as a rock hit him over the head. He nearly bit his tongue before turning and facing a glaring Rezuna, who then offered him the same loaf. He sighed, taking the loaf first in his right hand the ale in his left. He was speechless, but the words were there in his actions. He'd finally given something. He'd finally accepted something. The awkward silence was broken as the music resumed and the people began cheering at the prospect of having new weapons to arm themselves with. The pile was quickly distributed among the soldiers and fighters in the crowd, mugs and blades alike were raised in a toast toward victory for humanity. They drank well into midnight, singing old songs and being as merry as humanity could be in a time of war. That same evening, Toraki visited Tisik in his quarters with a box in both hands. Upon opening, Tisik saw Toraki's dick stuck through a hole in that box. From then forward Toraki continued to give and receive without expectation of any reward of any kind. (This turned out wayyy longer than I intended it to be. I'd have made it longer and drawn it out for several pages more but I was running out of time! Merry Christmas all! And yes this is of course based on A Christmas Carol.)
Ichiro Houkou
2019-12-24 11:39:16 +0000 UTCThere was something *very* wrong with Arei Taron had him locked away in the room they shared for fear of discovery, he HAD to protect him. He was different, as elegant as always (almost annoying so) but he had still transformed into this bad tempered creature. Long sleek fur, burning blue eyes that held a look of deep judgement, sharp, needle like claws. Arei was a cat, a CAT! What foul magic went wrong to cause this to happen? He needed someone who understood magic, he needed, well Arei. "My, she's beautiful" came a soft, deep voice from behind him. He hadnt even heard the door open. "HE, and his name is Are......" Tarons stomach dropped as he looked to see Arei standing in the door, an assortment of feathers and string bundled in his arms. "It seems my surprise is ruined" He sighed "I found her earlier today and decided to feed her, it seems she became quite attached, reminds me of a certain someone from many years ago" "Wh.." Taron stared at the man, his mind slowly ticking over what had just happened "What were you saying her name was though? Are....? Taron? Go on, please" "Shut it" "Taron.." "Are....catus, i defintely didnt think that was you ok" His humiliation evident, but a response Arei had not expected. "Reminded me of you" those final words muffled and grumbled, scarlet spreading across his face as he averted his eyes. "She was going to be my gift to you" Arei showed him the ribbon he was to use to complete his gift. "Seems you got the wrong idea however, i cant do that by the way, just so you know" Taron couldnt be mad at the teasing, and he couldnt stay embarrassed for long, not when Arei was giving him such a deeply sincere and affectionate look. He liked it when Arei was playful, it was such a change to his usual personality, it made him incredibly hard to resist.... not that he really tried, besides, they were celebrating werent they?
Courtney
2019-12-11 12:37:36 +0000 UTC‘‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base not a soldier was stirring and thankfully neither was Daya’s cooking. The men of Final Grounds has spent their evening enjoying good drink and company as they listened to Areitus recount tales of the old world, before the cataclysm. He told them all of celebrations of winter solstices, a religion established for a child born in a barn, and an ancient gift giving tradition built around a patron saint of children. All while enjoying an ancient libation called a Nogged Egg. We find our general having had more than his fair share of drink in a rare moment of cheer and relaxation. Tisik awoke near midnight. As he wiped his eyes he recalled Arei’s story of the man in red visiting at midnight to deliver gifts. In a drunken haze he decided to take up the mantel for himself. Feeling a stirring of his own he slunk off down the corridor in search of Hisu. Not much later the rest of the men awoke to a summons to the general’s chambers. Areitus, Taron, Toraki, Kesthius, and Deviar felt their jaws hang open as they saw what was awaiting them. Tisik had presented them all with a very special gift. Hisu lay bound on his back, naked and presenting himself, whimpering. Tisik was also naked, bending over Hisu, presenting himself as well. The general beckoned his men to partake in their gift. Toraki was the first to enter the chamber with a smirk, removing his clothes as he did. Taron followed behind as the brothers shifted into the room bewildered. Areitus was the last to enter, letting out a tired sigh as he closed the door behind them and latched it.”
Azria
2019-12-10 23:49:12 +0000 UTC
