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[unsoundnovel]

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape. //for iron bull~

"You're embarrassing me in front of my men," The Bull tuts, voice rough as it is warm, a secondhand worn leather belt around the waist with pock marks from age and use, inviting even as he admonishes her and them both. And yet he leans his forehead gentle, near reverent against the bars of the cage anyway, idly watches her fingers twirl and poke the lockpick into the key. They almost blur, how many fingers does she have, a dark orange nickelodeon in the light, five cents for five little moving pictures layered on top of each other, swirling. Five, four, seven, nine, ten? What a shitty spy The Iron Bull makes. His people weep, he smiles deeper and drunker, grey cheeks creasing further still, both a cat and curdled cream at the thought.

The bars are moist with dew and sweat and cool to the touch against the low, damp heat of the torches on the wall. It was a beautiful, raucous summer night, when they were all arrested for indecency. He can still hear the crickets, still hear the echoes of the Whistle’s music and stomping boots and his own loud crooning in wicked foreign tongues in the insects' loud leg violining calling them outside. Bull's chest is soft and relaxed as he slouches forward. His skin only pricks awake when he gently hefts his whole weight in her direction, his perpetual lazy swagger. It's a gesture that shows more exhaustion than he feels. But he always feels tired. He's not half the man he used to be, anymore.

"We had a plan, you know."

Drunken Chargers peek open an eye from under or over their arms on the ground. Some have formed a neat, ritual-sacrifice circle star of heads on thighs or ale-round stomachs. Others just slump back, dead to the world as they snore and slurp wet drool spittle down flushed cheeks, backs against the wall, feet splayed in front, heads somewhere vaguely in the messy dreamland in between.

"Cell's cheaper than an inn. Some of em smell better, too."

Bull scratches the tip of his horn against the metal bars like an antler against tree bark, a blade against whetstone, his eye flickering over to the real target, here, a Tal-Vashoth "mercenary" who knows too much.

The young man, no more than twenty, with big, soft, wet eyes, and scarred and mangled flesh around his broken horn nubs, looks at him, wide-eyed with fear, his top-skinny arms around his trembling knees, shaking, the silent hiccups down the streak of tears making him seem to jolt and reverb like popcorn popped. He pissed himself hours ago, and he reeks of that and anxiety sweat. Of course, that smell could just be one of The Chargers. They could all use a good bath after all this.

When the kid blinks, its like flinching, like he's slapping himself to stay awake, and the tears just keep flowing, silent wave after silent wave that could make the ocean jealous in their grey eternity. Bull wonders if the kid wants to be dead. Bull wonders if he wants to kill him. But that's a story for the morning.

The Bull sticks a finger out between the bars. He hasn't decided if he wants to leave yet. This makes their plan a little messy. It'd be easier just to tell her to leave, that they planned to leave on their own time after….

His finger puckers towards the boy, a sour lemon squeeze. "You gonna help my little buddy out, too?" He grins at him.

The kid gasps and kicks himself, squirming, crawling to the back of the cell.

There is…. Probably more afoot here than the ex-warden commander knows.

Things just got a lot more complicated for them both.

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[abyssal-ilk]

something something the body of the inquisitor responds to the anchor as if it is an infection and attempts to treat it by burning it out through fevers, sweating it out, purging, even bleeding it out. and for mage inquisitors it interferes with their magic, potentially causing seizures as the anchor causes misfires. not to mention nerve damage going up the inquisitor's arm and spreading as the anchor continues to spread, muscle stiffness, ect.

aka guess who's writing that fic with dorian and vivienne i said i'd write >:). anyone have any anchor headcanons they want to share? give em to me 🖐

[leopardmuffinxo]

Meet the Veilguard

[diminuel]

Give my man back his fur coat. I am holding you at gun point with a watergun.

That luxurious fur coat that is definitely fake fur cause he is an animal lover.

Okay okay okay! Fur coat restored!

But can I also suggest that his previous coat met a tragic fate and this is why he doesn't have any in Windmill Village?

(Either this or Luffy spit on it *lol* Luffy's definitely to blame one way or another.)

[rex000000]

I don't know what these stacked graphics things are called

But I wanted to try to make one of these things just to see how it would look like

(Almost none of the graphics are made by me (except for the up-middle stamp and the frutiger metro button) and are from my Spacehey profile)

[mischefous]

There’s this fic series I read and can’t remember the name of but in the first one I think Warriors passes out because of pain from an old injury and Time catches him and he can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, maybe u could draw something like that for ur whump art request?

first request LETS GOOOOOO! thank you Anon!

hmm, I've read a lot but this one doesn't ring a bell

but I tried to do your description justice! hope you enjoy! i apologize if i completely missed the mark on this one XD

one with the words and without hehe

EDIT! @articuno13 found the fic series this Anon was talking about!!! GO GIB IT HEEEEEAAPS OF LOVE!

[moechies]

spreadin’ ur pussy and butthole for ran-nii and rin-nii because they wanna make sure you’ve been good ‘n untouched :( making their sweet sis cry when they laugh at the way you begin to grow wet and achy at their starin , your mewls for their attention are ignored as they continue to make fun of u </3

[mttonex]

killer dolls and their nonbinary child 😁💖

[kkoct-ik]

painty doodle from earlier this evening

[theoldkyokodied]

You know which scene I am basing this on. Also (kisses all the fanfic writers on the mouth) thank you for your service

Bonus:

Edit: DISCLAIMER: Before you decide to watch Re-Animator, make sure to check for content warnings, there is a scene that a lot of people choose to skip!

[unsoundnovel]

DORIAN PAVUS: BG3 VERSE.

human necromancer, son to a secret society of bane cultists in waterdeep, who call themselves “the venatori.”

if interested in interacting with this character in this verse, give a like!

dorian’s father was not the leader of the venatori, per se, but he was certainly one of its greatest sponsors. as a child, dorian watched as strange people and creatures from all walks of life came into their estate—and warched, ever more curious and warily, as certain people, the poor chief among them, did not walk out, or walked out… changed. it was an average occurrence, and yet, the older he got, the stranger it seemed.

dorian never knew if his family or his own personal quirks, or superior skill, were the reason other boys decided to fight him. he was shuffled from academy to academy around waterdeep, eventually ending up lonely and in the wrong crowds and company, taking to drinking and sleeping off his stupors off campus grounds—when he met alexei.

alexei took him in and cared for him the way a father would. he was strange, yes, but the good kind of strange, loving to his son and to dorian. he brought out the mad genius in him.

dorian would grow ever more distant from his father, ever more reliant on alexei, as they continued to work on experiments with “time magic.” alexei protected dorian. from his father, from the waterdeep rumor mill, from the cult. but it couldn’t last forever, could it? nothing lasts forever.

six months ago, alexei and felix were captured by the venatori. rather than go back to his father with his tail between his legs, dorian grabbed what remained of their research and set out for baldur’s gate, where dorian believed alexei and felix had been taken.

since then, dorian has been hiding in baldur’s gate—attempting to find their whereabouts, attempting to not kidnapped, you know, normal stuff, nothing major!

or at least, that’s what he WAS doing, before he got scooped up by the nautiloid.

dorian can be recruited outside the tomb. he is engaging in serious debate about the tomb, as he believes it is a culturally relevant site that should be maintained and not plundered. or not plundered so hastily and inexpertly at the very least! unfortunately, he failed a nature check, and is stuck in a precarious situation with some vines. help him out, won’t you?

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[leopardmuffinxo]

Lace Harding | Dragon Age: The Veilguard – Get to Know Your Companions

[elizzacassan]

[mirageshot]

I can open a way forward.