#<- implied ish ?

[blitzy-blitzwing]

That loving stare. 🥺❤️

[ominouspuff]

Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith

— A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant

A what-if au featuring the Corries pulling all-nighters fueled on caf alone to study republic law, Fox providing his own dubious legal representation resulting in the wildest civil court case in Republic history, and, they can only pray, formidable and clandestine cooperation within GAR high command’s clone contingents via a small-scale GAR-approved candy brand

[keibay]

botw/totk x dungeon meshi ....

[absolute-ferret]

She's talking about Tessa

[gophergal]

ms paint Spy head in the fridge needing a second cigarette because of what he has to hear XD

oh the things this man has heard

[im taking requests for shitty mspaint doodles. feel free to send one in]

[iidgm]

COUGH COUGH COUGH . . .

IGNORE THE BLANK SPACE I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE </333

lore-ish ( ?? ) under the cut

au by @nonomives 🗣💥💥

Roxie used to serve as a scavenger under Catnap, getting food, materials, and possible body parts.

They gained Catnap's trust by being obedient and loyal, but they always visited Dogday behind his back when he went praying.

They loosened his straps little by little, barely noticeable if you aren't looking for it.

Catnap skipped praying one time.

Roxie went missing for a few days, Craftycorn and Hoppy expected the worst.

Until one night, they appeared again like nothing happened.

Ignore the new scars, ignore the new limbs. Ignore their permanent grin and newfound devotion to the prototype. They're the same, loyal Roxie you know.

[gengwasted]

If I was Alhaitham I’d bite him too.

[bluuscreen]

sillyyy

[hanafubukki]

Death.

That’s what would end this dream.

But it wasn’t fair, this was supposed to be a happy dream was it not?

But someone needed to die in order for Lilia to wake up.

In order for them to stop Malleus.

It would be cruel to have Mallenoa die in front of Lilia, in a dream that was supposed to end happily.

It would be too much if any of you were to cause such a demise.

But any other answer would be just as cruel.

The devoted son? No, that would break Lilia.

The overly loyal prodigee? No, that would add trauma and guilt for Lilia and might affect his relationship with Baul.

Grim had little to no ties with Lilia, his death would not cause him to wake up nor would you allow any harm to come to him.

…so that left only one answer.

Yours.

It would have to be the shock from your death that would awaken everyone from this dream.

Your hands shook.

Will this work?

And if it didn’t, what would happen to you? To the others? To Malleus?

As you stare at Mallenoa and the victorious fae army celebrating their win against the Knight of Dawn.

You had made a choice.

You breathed.

Deep breathes in.

Deep breaths out.

You swiftly turned.

I’m so sorry.

You knew your choice would bring pain to a number of people. Lilia and Malleus, who would lose a sister and mother respectively. They would also loose you if anything went wrong in this dream and reality.

Sebek, Silver, and Grim would feel devastated at not being able to stop you.

But this was the only way and the one least painful.

…you hoped.

You had never confessed your feelings to Lilia. You didn’t have the chance to, especially after he announced his departure.

And you couldn’t be selfish and weigh him down with your feelings.

But you hoped he cared enough about you that it would work. That the fleeing glances from General Lilia was an indicator of his feelings for you.

You allowed your self to be selfish just this once. You hoped that you would be enough to wake him up because anything else would be too painful.

If not, then at least it was just your death and the least painful of the four.

If this doesn’t work, I can at least keep Malleus company…despite his inky self and how awkward it might be.

By now, you can hear voices questioning what you were doing. You can hear the alarms in their voices as you near the edge of a cliff without any falter in your steps.

You turn around, there’s barely any space left between you and the air that would welcome you.

The others are in varying degrees of panic.

General Lilia had noticed the commotion by now, his eyes widening as he took in your form.

Good, he would be too far to get to you in time.

You smiled at them.

It will be alright.

…you fell back.

…only to wake up gasping back in Diasomnia’s lounge.

With several gasps echoing right after yours.

Part 2

[whumporama]

A Whumpee who was kidnapped, and Caretaker knows that wherever they are, it's bad.

They try to keep hoping, the first few days after Whumpee went missing, the first weeks... but as months pass by without any sign or clue, it becomes harder.

One day, Caretaker finds themselves thinking 'I hope they're dead'.

The thought shocks them, but then they break down with the realization that there is truth behind those feelings. Whumpee might never be found. They have no idea where they are, and they will probably never find them. Wherever they are, Caretaker hopes they're dead, because it would be better than a life with Whumper.

[aptericia]

My entry for Tellius Week Day 3! I used the “Identity” prompt with Nasir hanging out in his homeland :3

[aeroplaneblues]

Cheers Mate ⛓️⚖️

So far, Wriothesley and freminet are my faves in fontaine. But the one i like everything is wrio, just look at him😂

Wrio and cyno would get along because laws, but also its two guys who had a rough childhoods and despite it work towards making everyone’s lives better. OH fe3h en va too haha

My apologies to any british friend offended by my use of innit🧐

[sky-kiss]

Raphael/Tav (Reader): Indulgence

A/N: I dunno. Had an urge. Here's a lil nothing.

Shall he be honest, mouse?

Sex is not one of those concepts upon which he lingers. It is an all too human urge, sated by demons, indulged only by the more indolent of devil-kin. Raphael recognizes its power, of course—he is neither ignorant nor blind.

But oh, there are sweeter delights. The sort of things mortals could only dream of, akin to colors outside their limited perspective. What was sex compared to a star’s light going out after dimming over a thousand years? What was sex beside a deal well negotiated? A kingdom falling? The screams of thousands as they begged for deliverance, only for the gods to turn a deaf ear? 

The answer, sweetling: it was nothing at all. 

It does not keep him from taking his pleasure with Haarlep. 

Or with you.

And there is a renewed thrill in having you, pet. Lacking the grace, finesse, and breadth of knowledge of his incubus, but better for the novelty. You scream so prettily when he bites your shoulder, hissing and clawing at him with no pretense. You still yelp when he pushes into your body, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. You thrash and lose your rhythm—so blessedly undone, all by his hand. 

So weak. So mortal. 

You don’t taste like sweet poison when he kisses you. No, sweetling, you are decaying leaves and the passage of time. You are a guttering candle, piteous and small beside his flame. You are such a little, little thing. So low—so beneath him. 

Raphael hitches your legs higher around his hips, head tipped back, groaning into the overheated air. Sweat glistening on your skin, belly, and breasts, a patchwork of kiss-sucked bruises. You are spent beyond the telling of it, must be, but…

You rock your hips against him, inviting him to continue, eyes still lit with the challenge. More, it says. You can survive more. 

It’s the challenge he likes, Raphael supposes. The indomitable beauty of the mortal spirit: rising to meet adversity and its betters. 

He will break you, must break you. He is better, and he must. 

You scream for him, clinging, his name rapturous on your tongue.

But you are not broken. No, not yet. You're still staring up at him that damnable look. Bloodied but not broken. Spent, but not obedient.

It will not do.

It is a simplistic battle, yes. But Raphael will not rest until he might call himself victorious.

[jun6bugs]

i want to go home

[wokecipher]

(very quickly put together) shitass doodle page of this freak

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)