#Honored

[absoluteocellibehavior]

ANOTHER @potato-lord-but-not ORDER IN MEANS ANOTHER REARRANGEMENT IS IN ORDER!!

Yes, I absolutely placed the Star through Judgement together. I can’t be stopped. Sue me. Also the sheet music behind all of it is in fact Faroe’s Song <3

Some close ups of the sketches and stickers <3. Technically there’s two other artists in the mix as well but shh shh shh. It looks good all together!

And uh… well, he started it so it’s only fair.

Thank you again for making such awesome merch! I cannot wait to get it back up in the dorm!

[tantramassageindia]

🫦 "The One Tantra Secret That Lets You Receive (Without Giving Anything in Return!)"

The Art of Surrender—Being Worshipped Without Guilt

Imagine lying down, completely relaxed, with warm hands moving over your body—not demanding, not rushing, just adoring. In Tantra massage, you don’t have to give. You don’t have to please. You just receive. It’s a rare and sacred experience for a woman to feel worshipped, honored, and deeply cherished—without expectations.

[infoaw]

your art makes me tweak (/pos)

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

The last update is so cool !!

To be honest, your Trumbl gave me the courage to post my own drawing so thank you so much !!!

Remember to eat, drink and most of all, take breaks and don't overwork !!!!!

- Dreamy the health checker

Aww thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it! 🥰

I'm really happy to hear that you found the courage to publish your art, there are so many of you who say that and I'm really happy about it!

The world needs so much wonderful art, and if I gave you some courage then I'm honored 💖

Keep making art always with passion in your heart! 💕

[sunflowers-and-scales]

BEGGING FOR COPPER MARES (Dex x Stina) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(also hi)

you ever draw a duo pose so nice and sweet and cozy that you.

yeah

enjoy :)

[greystone-appreciation]

Well, if this sounds interesting to you, might I give this prompt?

Haurchefant witnesses the WoL (Anyone really. This is focused more on jobs. But if you need it: she/her xaela around his age) trounce Ser Grinnaux and Ser Paulecrain in trial by combat as a black mage.

Not just normally beating the knights - outright bombarding them in fire, lightning, and ice without a single word spoken.

And he's only known them as a white mage from all the time they've spent with him. A rather soft-hearted, stubborn one at that.

Wol x Haurchefant is encouraged but not necessary.

Writing Prompt Request | Main Timeline - Haurchefant x WOL (Xaela, she/her) Shipping Requested

The crackle of lightning and the tinge of flame hung in the air like the breath of a dragon, the battle room’s atmosphere palpable as the Warrior of Light and young Alphinaud stood fast in their trial against Ser Grinnaux and Ser Paulecrain.

Though Haurchefant told himself that he simply need not worry, the threat of danger to the Warrior of Light made him grip the bars of separation between them with white knuckles. Externally, he appeared determined yet supportive, not taking his eyes off the altercation.

Never had he known her to have other magics in her spell book, yet in the smothering torch light and among the scrutinizing sea of eyes, aether drenched the area around them with power.

“Amazing..” Haurchefant whispered to himself, knowing full well the consequences of perceived intervention of the trial.

All of their journeys thus far, his lover was a healer strictly. Pondering on this, the night that Haurchefant was healed by her for the first time came to mind between clashes of steel and spells.

“Ngh!” Haurchefant winced while sucking in a breath, the two hidden in a cave in the tundra of the Coerthas Highlands, a caravan of wandering Garlean soldiers plaguing the area near them and shambling by.

Hunkering down and positioning himself between the cave’s opening and their position behind a large boulder, Haurchefant kept his ears focused for enemies while pressing a gloved hand to his sliced thigh.

“Are you injured?” He questioned to the Xaela, his brow knitted in concern.

“No,” she replied, the glow of her lumbal rings illuminating her skin in the dark. “But you are.”

The balance of aether in the air shifted as energy was plucked from their surroundings, and the Xaela placed a hand encapsulated by light atop his own, the wound beginning to mend.

Looking up from their hands, Haurchefant met her gaze, their features illuminated by the ethereal greens of the healing spell.

Suddenly, the two were in their own world. No cold or conflict, and the knight felt a flutter in his chest as he remained in the warmth of her presence.

Another lightning strike pulled him from his thoughts, and Haurchefant covered his face slightly as a gust of hot wind and smoke pushed his hair back, a deafening silence filling the room before the clang of armor falling to ground broke the tension.

Ser Paulecrain fell to one knee as bits of his white armor cracked and clattered to the ground. Ser Grinnaux fared no better, ragged breaths escaping his grimaced mouth.

Alphinaud stood behind the Warrior of Light, his tome clenched tight and a hand extended before him at the ready.

And in the center of history’s attention, the Warrior of Light stood boldly, her staff held high and her aspirations higher so.

“The victor: the Warrior of Light and her companions, Ser Alphinaud and Mistress Tataru. By Halone’s might, you are hereby relieved of your charges.”

Haurchefant could hardly wait for those iron-wrought gates to open as he hurried over to the Warrior of Light. Noticing her wobble, he hurriedly caught her and supported her weight with ease. Upon her was the distinct marks of mana depletion, and he quickly fetched a potion from her side pack and opened the bottle with his teeth.

“Stubborn.” He playfully judged, bringing the bottle to her lips and watching the color return to her skin while the potion took effect.

“Me?” She replied back.

“You didn’t didn’t even tell me you were a Thaumaturge!”

“Black Mage.”

“Even more exciting!” He exclaimed, the two laughing. “Now you‘ll have to tell me that story.”

[elder-dwarf]

Watching Lord Of The Rings with my little sibling, just had the great privilege of telling them that Viggo broke his toes when he kicked the helmet across the ground.

[bakughosts]

SPARE VAMPIRE BKG THOUGHTS ??? SPARE VAMPIRE BKG THOUGHTS SIR MAAM ??

omg i have been traveling so it took me forever to respond to this because i wanted to be able to type out my Thoughts on the computer but WILLOW omg..... u spoil me by asking this. because i have so many and they constantly live in my brain ldfskjfslkdjf

i think what i love about bkg so much as a character is that he has desires but most of those desires take the form of achieving a goal. he has so many things he wants to be the best at and so many heights he wants to reach and yeah, part of this is because he's an ambitious person but part of it is because of his ego and his insecurity and the expectations placed upon him by the people around him/society at large. and i think bkg in any context has these things that he wants to achieve because his desire to reach his lofty goals is integral to his character.

and vampire bkg... think of all that time. what do you do when you've achieved everything you've ever wanted to achieve? what's left after that? for a century he has been achieving his goals, and now he has everything. money and power and even respect from locals in the villages near his castle (though that respect is tinged heavily with fear, because even if they don't know exactly what the handsome bachelor that lives inside the creepy but beautiful castle on the horizon is, they know he's something other... and not to mention he looks exactly like his father, and exactly like his father's father, and isn't it strange that none of us have ever seen their wives, have never seen these men at any point in their lives outside of their late twenties/early thirties?)

i don't think stagnation sits well with bkg. i don't think he's ever learned how to be still. despite having unlimited time, he had to accomplish everything as quick as possible, because he just wanted it all. he wanted to be the best so bad that it sung in his veins like adrenaline. and now, in the aftermath, he feels that same emptiness. adrenaline come and gone and only a hollow tiredness in its wake. now is when you feel the pain--nothing distracts you from it.

and one day... you, cat-curious, find your way to his castle. (this has gotten long lmao so im gonna put a read more)

maybe you're a traveler, or an adventurer, or simply someone in one of the nearby villages that doesn't believe the rumors. but no matter who you are and where you come from, you've heard the stories of his Otherness. though you don't know it yet, just like him, you thrive best with adrenaline thrumming through your veins--you thrive when you have something to want. and you want to know the secrets behind the Otherness that everyone else is so afraid of.

does that mean you're not afraid? god, no. of course you are. but you've reached his castle under an auspicious moon and you're sure this is a good omen.

here is why desire is such a dangerous thing: it is often insatiable. for a long, long time, bkg has survived from the blood of his livestock which he cares for, from game on his land. deer in spring, grouse in winter. to live like that for so long, and then to have something so much more tempting come directly to him, delivered to his doorstep--it's almost like a gift.

at the same time, i don't think bkg relishes the idea of drinking human blood, and certainly not killing a human. i think he could be a bloodthirsty vampire, but specifically when it comes to vengeance. he could hurt someone that wronged him, but not someone whose only crime is their curiosity.

you offer to work for him. to clean his castle, to tend his grounds, to care for his cattle. you know how to cook and how to bake (though you're unaware that this means little to him), and you have more fortitude than your appearance belies--his long-fallow farmland would thrive under your hands if he gave you the opportunity to work with it.

if it was years ago and he was still the same man, he might have said no. but it's hard to care when you feel empty. fine, he says. but don't expect fancy lodging or riches beyond measure.

you work, you investigate, you sleep. it's a cycle. and bkg watches you the whole time, though you're none the wiser. he's smart. he knows what you're doing. but you've broken up the monotony for him.

there's no food in his pantries, and you have to find him to ask for coin to go into town and buy groceries. he doesn't provide you the coin directly--a smart move, perhaps--but later that day, what you've requested has been stocked in the pantry shelves. and that's how you mainly interact with him for a while--weeks, maybe. you wake at dawn and clear the land and feed the cows and pigs and begin the monstrous task of cleaning a castle that has been left to rot and you go to the room you've chosen when the sun is long set, settle into your moth-eaten bed, and sleep harder than you've ever done in your life. if you need tools, feed for the cattle, groceries, supplies to clean, you relay this to him, often finding him in his study reading or in the greenhouse, pruning exotic plants. he never gives you more than nods and grunted words of acquiescence, but despite his temperament, he always provides what you ask for.

he's surprised by your tenacity. by your boldness, to ask for so much, even if it's not for your direct benefit. when you cook dinner each night, you make a serving for him as well. he can admit, begrudgingly, though you are in his space and disrupting his quiet, that he admires the way you chop vegetables so uniformly, that you're so careful with the way you measure out the spices he has filled his cabinets with for you.

and above all, for the first time in a long time, he feels something like desire.

he's never been intrigued by other people--he has friends, other vampires he has known for decades (kirishima and mina), but their friendship was foisted upon him until he gave in. he doesn't think he's intrigued by you. but your blood--

it has been a very long time since he has been tempted by something so sweet.

(i think there has to be so much context for this situation because i truly believe that the longer bkg is alone, the harder it is for him to let someone in. after a century of shutting himself away, it would be almost impossible for him to open himself back up in any significant way. it's the situation that allows for this desire to grow. the lack of anything else to hold his attention, the feeling of achieving everything you've ever wanted to achieve and having nothing left to strive for, the unobtrusive yet spellbinding nature of your presence. he remembers what it was like to want something. this, at first, is what draws him to you. nothing more.)

vampires are always hungry. even when sated, they know that hunger is going to return. there's nothing to stop it. it's the nature of their existence. so yes, at first, it's his hunger that draws him to you, though he wouldn't ever do anything about it.

he talks to you more. finds out things about you. your father was a drunkard and you never smile with teeth. you've worked on farms since late childhood and your right pinkie is crooked from a bad break. you read romance novels late at night and deny that you've been in his library when he asks you about it.

and after dinners spent together where he doesn't eat, after early evenings when he joins you outside to feed the cows, he tells himself this pull he feels is because of that hunger. because of that desire--not for you, but for the lifeblood that nearly intoxicates him just by scent if he gets too close to you.

(though you are aware of his Otherness, he is disarming to you. it's something about the earnestness in everything he does, despite his gruff exterior. he seems rusty at conversation, but his efforts are genuine. he doesn't eat your food, but he picks at it so as to not make you feel bad. you find this more endearing than you care to say aloud.)

and then kirishima and mina visit, and they meet you, his new human employee that lives in his castle and reads his books and touches his shoulder gently when he steadies a ladder for them so they can rehang one of the long-covered paintings in the drawing room, as if he has ever let anyone touch him, as if he has ever let anyone close enough to try--

and it's kirishima that finally asks what's going on, and when bkg says nothing, obviously, he asks again because he knows his best friend better than anyone else in the world--now, perhaps, better than anyone except you--and the truth is more simple than expected.

for so long, bkg had only ever experienced desire as hunger. hunger for blood, hunger for power, hunger for everything greater in the world. he was hungry to be the best. whatever that meant. because becoming the best meant that no one could question him. no one could doubt that he was powerful and all the things that came along with it. no one but himself. surely, he had thought, once he got to the top he would stop having those doubts because he would, unassailably, be the best.

just like hunger, doubt is something that can never be truly sated.

and for a long time he sat with that.

but then, to his own surprise, he was shown that desire can be something other than hunger. something softer, a smile with less teeth. desire can be vegetables chopped precisely, or dirt from the fields caked under fingernails, or a badly-healed little finger. desire can be a gentle hand on his shoulder, an act of trust: i know you'll be there to steady me.

he never knew he could want something without being hungry. never knew he could have his teeth to someone's throat without drawing blood. but now it's all he wants to do.

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

apologies for the spam. having a nostalgia moment. used to be OBSESSED with your blog and returning to it is like. oh yeah good taste I understand why I was obsessed. love your curation of asoue and mbs and st. like im mostly here for asoue but i will not complain about all the good posts

HOLY SHIT AM I NOSTALGIA NOW

[aikolovelace]

I WOKE UP AND WAS TOO SCARED TO REBLOG BUT I FEEL SO HONORED 🙏💥💥 @gho-zzy

QUICK EDIT BEFORE I FORGET SOMETIMES I DONT LIKE YOUR POSTS BECAUSE IM TOO SCARED OF ACCIDENTALLY SPAMMING

[ace-ogato]

[kriegermeanswarrior11]

Let's talk about this outfit for a moment. 😍🔥🙈🫠

[nutal]

also, if ya still managed to keep the guitarspear obsession up and alive, ur officially the queen of Guitarspear bc yes

OH? I AM HONORED!!! And yes, dw, the guitarspear obsession has been ALIVE AND THRIVING, this whole time. But holy shit, woah, thank you!! 😭

I will try my best to do them justice 💖😈

[poppyclangen]

Ok this headcannon popped in my head an i had to draw it

SO

for the moment everytime Finpaw has appeared he has had his eyes looking some kind of silly and now I imagine he just cant look normal and that his resting face looks like this:

why? did I think this up idk but I personally love it

Will this be disproven? PROBABLY! BUT I couldnt let this golden oppurtunity pass by!

Hi I literally adore this and have been sobbing into my little paws all day thank u so much for your thoughts and this lovely art of my boy < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 I can say that some moons in the future he IS drawn with normal eyes but the googlies DO RETURN I promise,,,,,

[iknaenmal]

man i wonder who made the top two posts in the alluka zoldyck tag