#[Big oof]

[calvalia]

Calvalia laughs softly. “You love me? But you don’t even know me.”

The sound of feathers being ruffled by the wind could be heard, a few gold-coloured feathers falling from the Goddess's wings as she descends in front of Calvalia.

Azura looks at the other curiously, taking in her appearance. She smiles at Calvalia, the smile warm and bright. "Hi! Who are you? I've never seen you before!" -🌻

- @sunflower-azura

Calvalia gasps at the sight of another winged goddess descending before her. She perks up, her own iridescent wings opening slightly in eagerness.

She grins back at her, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. "You! It's you!"

She opens her wings and rises up on the winds as Azura touches down, fluttering around her excitedly. "We've never formally met before, but I know quite a bit about you, dear Azura!"

She extends her hand to Azura to shake, grinning. "I am Calvalia. Helper to Apollo, Bringer of Autumn, Goddess of Mania and Solutions, at your service."

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

[aquamanscumsock]

[wildemaven]

It’s the same look… 🥺

[movietimegirl]

This...didn't age well

[pickelda]

The Inquisitor (original artwork) vs The Inquisitor (Chantry rendition)

based off of Portrait of Princess Belozersky by Elisabeth Vigée-Lebrun

[justanofficeworker]

✨MDNI NSFW✨

I am once again thinking of johnny Soap Mctavish, free use extraordinaire. Homie is chilling watching a rugby match when you come into the living room in one of his shirts. Nothing else :} You don’t even say anything just plop down in his lap and start pushing your hands under his shirt. He’s not even fazed.

“ Does my bonnie lass need something?” He’d smirk at your ministrations. He gets hard so fast it’s nearly dizzying and now he’s missing the game. Your body blocking his view of the screen, eventually he just gets frustrated with your teasing and kisses. He scoots forward, pushes his sweats down enough to let his cock bob out his waistband and all but manhandles your hips above his to push you down on him.

It’s not even hard with how wet you are, just an easy slide has his sizable length sheathed where , in his opinion, it belongs. Johnny is all growls and whines as you bounce lazily. He practically howls as your hickies turn to bites as you get closer and closer to climax. Your damn near feral with your need for him. Pleas leaving your lips like prayers , “harder johnny , n-need you” and “god like that, don’t fucking stop” . Johnny slipping a hand between your sweaty bodies to paw at your swollen clit.

It only takes a couple swipes to push you careening off that cliff, pleasure welling inside you and dripping out around his cock. Johnny follows you as you tighten around him, pressing you flush to him and shooting his load deep inside you-the spongy head of him pressed up tight to your cervix.

[pinacoladamatata]

"one day, someone will summarize the terrible events of your life so quickly"

[tupiksdurak]

Ritzneer comic?!1!1!!!

yes.

[elfieafterdark]

Fuckin hell, I'm trying to put together breakfast here but my brain won't stop.

The Second was right. Judith and Marta were right all along. When they started calling for an investigation after Magnus and Abigail's murders, it would have ended.

Sure, everybody might have died. Cytherea might have just killed them all. But... They all might have lived too.

Jeannemary, Isaac, those two eighth losers that I don't care to remember the names of, Palamedes, and my darling beloved Gideon.

To say nothing of Judith and Marta themselves.

All of the tragedy could have been solved, they could have radioed the emperor sooner and he could have told them that it wasn't a competition and nobody was supposed to die.

They could have worked together, contemplated and shared ideas, they could have come to rational and thoughtful decisions.

And I know that Harrow would have turned her back on becoming Lyctor. Whether or not her house was dying wouldn't matter, because Gideon is her everything.

It's a masterfully written book. And it's so loaded down with tragedy that I can't help but fixate on it.

[boomkitty86]

[cameronsprincess]

3-man but all my friends are sick 🤫

i mean…. COME OOOON.

[a-hermit-pining]

Argument with Nanami Kento

Genre: angst

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Summary: There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

AN: @kazenomegaminowanpisu I hope you like this :)))

You despise tears. Specifically, your tears. Even now the source of your tears is much less of an annoyance that their very presence. You never allow anyone to see them. Your tears are yours.

They are your burden, your weakness of bear. Kento was right as always and you knew it. You knew it all along.

There had always been an ever-present argument in your relationship with him. The argument of his time. In addition to being your boyfriend, Kento is also a sorcerer and an office worker.

There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

You wanted those pieces so badly. You wanted them for yourself, just like you gave him everything.

Initially, it had been easier to mask your displeasure with smiles, supporting Kento with messages of understanding at a canceled plan. But every passing day wore you down.

Awkward stares at an empty dinner table in the restaurant or sympathetic smiles as you walked out of a packed theatre alone. Even the sight of your own reflection as you took off the makeup after another canceled date mocked you.

Every failed meeting jeered at you. Were you the fool? Did he not want you like you wanted him?

It did not take long for your frustrations to boil into minor arguments, which later morphed into bigger ones. Arguments where both you and him tore apart every weakness, where you did everything you could to hurt him the way he hurt you.

"Does this ever matter to you, Kento?" you slam open the door to your apartment and rip off the heels that left blisters on your feet. "All you had to do was show up to this one reunion." Filling a cup with water, you turn back to him, "One evening where all my friends, my past schoolmates wanted to meet you. You couldn't do it." Gulping down the water, you close your eyes, trying to calm your temper.

You watch Kento sigh as he loosens his tie. "I tried, but something came up. I made it to greet them, didn't I?" His voice remains devoid of any emotion, which seems to flare your anger even further.

"Yeah? Should I thank you for showing up when everyone was leaving the venue?" Your mind wanders to the mocking stares of all your friends. A relationship that had once been the point of envy for all was now nothing more than a jest. The unfairness of it all tugged at your heart.

The man in question, Kento, does not even care to confront your anger. Instead, your boyfriend of half a decade plops himself on the couch. "I got caught up with a last-minute call. Couldn't make it." His words are the same old, repeating excuse that is presented to you for every grievance.

Marching toward the couch, you cross your arms, frustration bubbling within you as you confront Kento. His attention seems to be captivated by everything in the room except for you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest.

"You could have called, texted, or anything to let me know. I wouldn't have forced my friends to wait for you! Kento, do I matter even a little to you?" Your voice wavers slightly as you muster the strength to hold back your tears. You refuse to let your vulnerability show, at least not yet.

He sighs, barely bothering to look at you. It feels as though even acknowledging your presence is a task too arduous for him. The silence hangs in the air, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the emotional turbulence within the room.

The distance between you feels insurmountable, and a wave of frustration washes over you. You expected more, something, anything that would indicate he cared about the impact of his actions on you. The lack of a response intensifies the ache in your chest.

"My duty will always fall above you. Saving hundreds will always come before you," his words hang in the air, a heavy proclamation that offers no solace. Instead, it pushes you deeper into the abyss of your own perceived insignificance to him. The weight of those words feels like a cold shiver running down your spine.

"We've talked of this multiple times, and it seems to me you are incapable of understanding me. Everything seems to be about you. Did you even bother to ask about my day? If I was hurt in the sudden emergency?" The edge in his voice cuts through you, each accusation slicing deeper than the last. His words cause your steps to falter. Is this truly how he sees you? A self-centered partner?

But Kento doesn't stop there. For the first time, his words flow without an end in sight. "I am tired of consoling your little tantrums. And if adjusting to my life is so hard for you, then maybe I am not what you need. Fin-"

You can't bear to hear the rest. The words feel like a dagger, and you refuse to let him plunge it any deeper. Gathering the broken pieces of your heart, you rush into the emptiness of your room—the same room you once shared with him.

Alone in the silence, it's easier to let the tears fall down your cheeks. Holding them back had been harder than ever, especially when the person you thought would always stand by you seemed ready to let you go so effortlessly.

How effortlessly he had offered to give up on everything you had wanted to fight for. Was this truly what he desired? Freedom from you? An escape from the constraints of your expectations? The questions echo in your mind, and the ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the possibility that the person you loved may not be willing to fight for the relationship as much as you are.

Lost in a trance you pull your hair free of the straining bun. You peel off the dress that he once claimed to be his favorite on you, he had failed to notice it today.

But even as you do all this there is one single thought in your mind. One that echoes the loudest. Kento, your boyfriend did not want you anymore. You were not needed in his life. Nothing more than a hinderance in the grand scheme of things. The voices in your head were vicious.

Dressed in the comfort of your pajamas you sit on your bed. Lost in the numbness of your realization, you stare at your hands. What to do? How would you survive the void of his absence in your life.

Leaving everything behind...could there be any other life for you if not for the one by his side. Somehow you had managed to destroy whatever you built with him.

Maybe you were too controlling. Too demanding. Perhaps you were selfish. Too wanting for something that was not yours alone. How suffocating must it have been for Kento.

The weight of these questions hangs in the air. Does he despise you for it? The possibility gnaws at you. You contemplate the idea of apologizing, begging, trying to make amends, but a more profound uncertainty lingers – would he even want that?

Lost in the noise of your thoughts, you don't notice Kento entering the room until he crouches in front of you. Your gaze remains fixed on the emptiness of your palms, now filled with the silent weight of teardrops.

His hands suddenly clutch yours, breaking the reverie, and you look up in panic. This is your chance to make things right. His warm touch trails patterns on the back of your hands, offering a flicker of comfort amid the turmoil.

"Kento…" Your voice is hoarse, and you continue, determined to express the turmoil within. "I am sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have… I—please don't make me… I'll be better." Your words spill out in a desperate mess, a plea for understanding and a chance to mend what seems irreparable.

"I won't ever complain. I wi—" Your words come to a sudden halt as his finger gently rests on your lips, effectively silencing your messy monologue.

"You have every right to complain," he asserts, cupping your face and coaxing you to finally look at him. His touch wipes away the tears that linger on your cheeks.

"I was wrong. My duty as a sorcerer is important to me, but it does not come at your cost. Protecting others should never come at the cost of hurting you or dismissing you." His words carry a weight of sincerity, and for the first time, you notice the slight wetness that gathers in the corners of his eyes. "I am sorry for making you feel this way. For causing you such grief. For making you think so little for yourself."

His words are like a balm, soothing the wounds created by the recent turmoil. As if sprung into sudden action, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. For now just his presence was enough. Being a small part of his life was enough.

So you let him kiss you, hold you close and drown into the delusion that you mattered to Nanami Kento. Perhaps this delusion would suffice your heart one day.

[aquamanscumsock]

[loosely-exactly-me]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DCTN-IVulnf/?igsh=a21tOGRob3hwbGpq

[saltysplayt00ns]

HEY DUDES AND DUDETS

I'm NOT OUT OF THE WOODS YET Just taking a mini unannounced vacay but also been busy in other stuff not pertaining to here. more so writing, it takes focus ( research, edits, style etc. ) just as I pet it here. but most would know I make comments on DA in the Grasscake home discussions there. One thing you will know however is that I never miss a beat and what I learned apparently is that Kique/Runestorm is now putting the NSFW content and images up from Patreon to his furaffinity account

YA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS FOLKS!!!???.

once a page is public its not obligated by patreons rules Now people will know what's up without getting the boot rip all them brave folks out there O7 lmao.

ALSO its a mature content so you'll need an account to see it. its a good thing I have an account that's been collecting dust for eons.

You can tell from this piece alone that I collected on how much the quality depleted as them prices be up.

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Why you may ask? don't know but their is speculations and theories I can put up.

He is losing Patreon by the day and needs relevancy and traffic.

He was reported on Patreon because it goes against Patreons TOS of NSFW content and now he has to find somewhere else to draw attention to him.

Its a place where people are less likely to know him and not get reticule/backlash. Cause its literally feral animals fucking with human Genitals . NSFW is already a sticky slope on a very thin line of what's appropriate to concerning. it's already weird he does the pages and poses as though its hentai/Pornhub. and trust you'll know when you see them.

Patreon subscribers are just not into the NSFW content ( Shocker I know ) not surprised. he had bonus pages and stuff showing worldbuild content. when he started getting more patreons from making NSFW Sentient feral content is when he abandoned his promise.

He is not producing in the rate that he usually does. he's been pumping and dumping pages left and right, now its staggering and losing fumes. Its like giving someone water everyday and then slowly ceasing giving them water. if there is no water their, people is going to migrate elsewhere or die of dehydration.

Deadbeat Chris and Kique decide its an idea to upload what is ' one of the most ' controversy ' up to the public. after all they literally the only ones to rely on each other since one left everything in disarray from their wife and tried to steal money to do that while the other pulling the strings and want a drama filled world. both not right in the head but are also not the brightest ( his close knights may have also suggested it as well though really didn't think it through ).

I have more but these are the one's that popped up. And the fact he didn't do it because it was iffy from both DA and Comicfurry, and ADDING THAT HE STARTED POSTING ASMUNDR UP TOO!!???.

*inhales* ah the smell of desperateness.