#I had a tag for these but I forgor it

[algolagniaa]

“You know how it is at these things,” you laugh a little apologetically as you make a show of wiping the blood from above your mouth. “Once I get started I just get so carried away.”

The woman in the owl mask nods, a sharp, fierce grin on her face. “I completely understand. What’s the point of the night if not to get carried away?”

“Perhaps the point is avoiding getting carried away?” her companion says under her breath. You’re sure the other woman heard her but she neither responds nor reacts in any way.

“I absolutely must see this Bone Garden,” you say to break the silence, “and by the way, your masks are exquisite.”

“Oh thank you, darling!” she says, reaching up to touch her mask. “Laura doesn’t like using animals, says it’s crass, but I think an owl is perfect for a night like tonight.”

Laura – who you assume is the woman in the floral mask – lets out a longsuffering sigh, but from her slight smile it’s clearly a joke between them. “The Bone Garden is in the conservatory, as she said.”

“The Glass Orchard is lovely too, if you enjoy the more botanical experiences,” the woman in the owl mask adds. “We saw it just at sunset and it was astonishing.” She glances down and says, “Unless you’ve already been? They really are deliciously sharp.”

You hold up your hand to examine it, having almost forgotten how you’d cut it on the wine glass in the tower. There is a small puncture wound on your palm and your hand is smeared with blood just starting to dry. “No, I haven’t had the pleasure,” you say, dropping your hand to your side. “That was from – elsewhere.”

“Have you attended many of the previous Masquerades? I don’t believe we’ve met before,” Laura asks.

“No matter how many times I’ve been here, the Duke manages to make it feel like the first time,” you lie smoothly, and she inclines her head in silent agreement. She watches you carefully, as if trying to see past your mask. Her study of your face reminds you uncomfortably of your experience in the tower and a prickle of discomfort runs down your spine.

“In that case, I’m Charlotte, and this is Laura,” the woman in the owl mask says, beaming as she leans slightly into her companion when giving her name, and you give one of your many pseudonyms in reply.

“Isn’t the point of the masks anonymity? It hardly works if you tell every stranger our names,” Laura asks, and Charlotte dismisses her question with a wave.

“It’s not anonymity from her,” Charlotte argues.

“Traditionalist,” Laura replies with a roll of her eyes.

Charlotte huffs, her breath stirring some of the feathers on her mask. “How can you call me a traditionalist when you know perfectly well that – “

“Are you here with a sponsor?” Laura asks you, cutting off Charlotte, and you detect a hint of some emotion you can’t name. A challenge, perhaps? Or did she simply not want Charlotte to finish her sentence? Charlotte glances at her, but with the mask you can’t read her expression.

They both watch you expectantly. You noticed before how many of the people who appeared new to the Duke’s Masquerade were attending with someone; is this perhaps what she means by “sponsor?” Whatever it means, you get the sense that your answer is significant. How do you reply?

so this ask has been sitting in my inbox all day and I haven’t answered it bc I truly believe there’s no way out of this and I am Caught. obviously she can tell I haven’t been here before and I should have made my excuses back when the glass orchard came up. however it’s too late for that now and I can’t ignore the question or that will make me look much more suspicious. can’t claim I have a sponsor either bc 1) I don’t Want to be marked as prey that sounds like such a bad idea and 2) I don’t have an actual other person with me. saying no has its pitfalls too but if I were actually in this situation my gut instinct with lies is always to just stick to my lie no matter what, so I’m just going to say as little as possible and get out of here as quickly as I can. “No, I’m here alone”.

[chiropteracupola]

a little victorian boy and his elderly maiden aunts

[i love @pangur-and-grim's weird cats and wanted to draw them beatrix potter style]

[verflares]

who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[whompthatsucker1981]

[enden-k]

exorcist wife

[sunnydayaoe]

geno and fresh... cuddling... on my screen.... platonic... pls . . ! /nf

guys....

extra under cut

[rookeryyy]

REINVENT

YOURSELF

tumblr HATES my 44.1mb image swag so it has SO MUCH COMPRESSION and downsizing here. :') peep the actual intended size & quality (or as good as i could get it exported)

post-return Q!Tubbo :] Tee hee.

un hamburgesa para tubbo (he lookied ungry)

[gaydexvocaloid]

just a bite

[dedmau]

no you can Not ask him about the little ghost party following him everywhere. he doesnt know where they came from either.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Today's bunch of doodles incoming:

A whole bunch of silly

[ratofthewoods]

I keep forgoring that I made these. I hope y'all like them. Feel free to use them! I am not making BLU versions that is too much work. It will kill me.

[joshuamj]

Been wanting to draw some hermitcraft

+ screenshot referenced and design notes

[harbingersglory]

can i req some arlecchino kink headcanons? no pressure to answer! there's just a lack of new knave content lately ahhh.. (￣ヘ￣)

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, hc's, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

{☆} dacryphilia

arlecchino is a sucker for crying. doesn't matter if you cry easily or not– either she sees it as a challenge to make you cry in the first place or to see how much you can cry before you have to tap out. her absolute favorite way to make you cry is straight up overstimulating (or understimulating you, depending on her mood) until you're practically sobbing. if you cry prettily enough maybe she'll take pity on you.

{☆} temp play

arlecchino has a pyro vision and she is absolutely going to use it. especially prominent if you're both in snezhnaya– it provides prime opportunities for her to slip her hands under your clothes when you least expect it just to see you squirm beneath her hands. she'd never actually do anything too scandalous in public, but if you're a bit more hidden away she'll have no qualms playing with your chest. if you complain about the cold you're just giving her an excuse to "warm you up" and see you tremble like a lamb.

{☆} face sitting

nothing prettier to her then seeing you above her with her face between your legs. her tongue is just as warm as any other part of her, and she knows how to use it, too. she'll hook her arms around your thighs just to hold you down until you've doubled over from the intensity of it– if you start crying, oh, she just gets worse. absolutely ravenous. she won't stop even if her jaw starts to ache. if you don't want her to stop, she could go for hours without a break.

[sholmeser]

conversations on a walk to nowhere

[awerzo]

he's right behind me isn't he