#<- hope thats okay to tag Lol.....

[peachducy]

a little late but I'm on artfight now!!! yes my characters are just professor layton. sorru

https://artfight.net/~peachducy

oouuugh my creatures

jeanne descole, herzlia layton, and desdemona sycamore refs........ transfem/genderbend/it doesn't matter theyre Girls now au for pl. okay

[cheriboms]

call that an intergenerational language barrier 🙅

[umem1ya]

"I adore you // love you too baby" YOU COOKED SO GOOD ACTUALLY, love the characterization details in ur works!!

HEY ANON LOL DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY??? DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME CRYING MY EYES OUT?!?!

but hm hi. 🤚 hello thank you for speaking about that hello hiiii 🤚 can I talk for a second about it pls 🤚

about endo never truly learning the idea of being lowkey about anything. about him being intense in every aspect of his life, about loving and being infatuated so deeply by everything he even dares to care about.

about how being in a secret relationship would hold him back so much. and he'd be pissed about it but he would understand it so well because he doesn't want to give up on fighting and also he doesn't want to give up on you. so it's whatever, he will try it. for the sake of having fun without hurting what you have, he will try it.

I wrote that part specifically by the idea of his s/o being aware of who the relationship is with. you gotta know that he adores the ground you walk, that he's obsessed with being around you, just like he's with other things, and that just means he loves you. its kinda fucked up. but when he says those stuff you can only hear "I love you" and honestly, takes a while to get used to it, but what else can you ask?

it's about the idea of helping him through it too, you know? constant reminder that when the infatuation is gone, there's still love. when the fights aren't fun or when shit happens, things get messy, there's still your love. :)

[buckypascal]

We just call him Brown Eyes

[marcmorrigan]

@fenglianweek day 6: memories/growing up

the best thing thats ever been mine

[stealingpotatoes]

I swear, Cal and Merrin are one of the few sane enough couples in Star Wars

AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[askethostuff]

isn’t joel sooooo obsessed w you

[martyrbat]

pierre alary

[ID: black and white artwork of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Harley is standing up with one of her legs lifted behind her to bring her foot up near her calf. She's holding a gun as she reaches a hand out, her slightly curled fingers facing the ground. Underneath her, Pam is leaning back as leaves flutter out from around her, starting at her legs and going all the way up the left side of the page. Her arm is thrown out as the other is bent and slightly in front of her chest, almost in a defensive pose as she looks to the right. They're both sneering and are in front of a plain white background. END ID]

[ace-geographer]

Special delivery for you all!! Bet you can't guess what it is :)

Part 15/?

[gummypaint]

happy birthday you three

[michaelholdenenjoyer]

I am seeing too much negativity from yall brah

Stop being mean and start being happy 💪💪

(Also so so sorry I haven't been posting alot!! I've had quiet a few asks asking me if I'm still alive so yeah ☠️☠️ Having a break becoz I have been pretty distracted by other stuff school friends new hyperfixations ect ect, but I can assure you I'm still alive!)

[mitchmotch]

i was commissioned by my friend @revalito to draw characters from his story, doroteo and socorro! i love them so much and it was an absolute honor to make this piece for him ^^

[lee-minhoe]

bias slot machine - pick a siyuan bias!

happy birthday @ambivartence 💖🥰💚💞🥳

[synthshenanigans]

I really hope you dont mind the @ but I redrew a couple of drawings by @socialc1imb as well as attempting her style because her art is very cool!! I absolutely love the style of them, they all look so neat :}

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[bluestjayy]

Maybe I'm just cursed 🤪