#LAD WHY

[aspideronmywall]

YOU! You who is determined to like everything I've posted..........why?

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[amazinglyashy]

Zayne is for the ones who want to be cared for

Zayne is for the broken- a hammer taken to the porcelain of your body and psychic by the people around you, whether intentionally or not, your pieces are laid out on the floor to be crushed further under the shoes of those who do not notice.

Zayne is for the ones drawn to him due to attachment. Did you really think he was so cold? His rigid exterior is what attracted you in the first place- pulling you in for the familiar, the withdrawn and distant personality being what you crave, what you remember- but then he's cleaning your apartment while you sleep. He's buying you treats unprompted. He's offering you rides out of his way. He's pressing tired hands into the knots of your muscles for hours if that's what you need.

Zayne is for the ones who will cry, not knowing why. Not knowing that it's because of him. Because of his gentleness, his kindness, his love. Broken on the floor alone somewhere, crying not because you feel alone without him with you right now, but because you felt alone before he came. Because you don't know why someone would treat you the way that he does. Because you don't know why you deserve it.

And Zayne is for the ones who so badly want every single thing that he does for them, while also still knowing, believing, that they're unworthy of what they so desperately want from him. What they receive from him. And why are you unworthy? Why do you decide what you deserve, and not the person who has decided you are worthy of the love he gives you?

Zayne is for the broken. The puzzles missing pieces under couches that won't move until it's time to leave a life behind. Suddenly. Permanantly.

Zayne is for the ones who want to be cared for.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[eydi-andrius]

AT NIGHT? MISTER? SYLUS?

[teaboot]

To be clear, while I DO spoil my beautiful and handsome cat son,I don't mean that I spoil him in a chew-my-shoes, overfeed-him, give-him-people-food, wander-off-leash kind of way.

I spoil him like a well-to-do businessman would spoil his one and only firstborn son with a sugar lolly during Sunday promenade at the pier, where he might traipse about in his little sailor suit and watch the boats go by.

[noodles-and-tea]

i love your modern merthur art so i have to ask, what do you think Arthur’s favorite and least favorite thing about the 21st century would be if when he’s revived?

I think (once he gets used to it) Arthur would really appreciate technology and playing easier Nintendo games (especially if Merlin can play with (for) him)

I think he’d also like binging tv or movie series and comfy clothes (he lives in sweats) and taking very long, hot showers (figures)

As for his least favourite things I think he would occasionally get homesick, less as he grows accustomed to his new life but he would definitely miss his friends and the knights and Gwen.

:(

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i LOVE how you draw twink krakoa charles he's so...... twink...... your art is amazing

thank you so much !!!! i have a simple vision in mind whenever i draw krakoa charles next to erik, really:

it's significant he looks like a push pin next to erik it's infinitely better this way..

[windser]

hear me out nerds, falling back into my unhinged despair about sylus—

he has the BIGGEST praise kink but listen its not obvious because as the leader of an illegal organization, he hears a lot of noise (most of it bs from his followers, plenty of news never hitting the mark, and god if he hears one more of UNICORNS complaints he might really give them someone to complain about) but the point is he hears a lot. yes, some of it strokes his ego. he knows he's powerful, he knows not many people could take him (in a fight), he knows he's untouchable

and then you literally touch him, and suddenly he doesnt know

and it starts off as the lightest touch when he steps too close and you press him back with the flat of your hand. he allowed it out of humor and now jokes on him, he's pushing back just to hold onto the warmth

the praise comes as a result of you just not acknowledging his feats properly?? like everything from your mouth sounds like an afterthought? a shallow acknowledgement? like 'yes, you could probably pin me. do you want a star for it?' and this dumb big man for the first time is like 'yeah, maybe i want a star for that?' like thats the first spark where he viscerally needs that approval from you, like, yes i could pin you so good if you just asked

and it literally just spirals from that. we know the man can cook, and seemingly well if he can causally take over the work of an absent cook. but he basically throws his whole menu to the side and wants to know alllll about what you like to eat. pasta? let him know what obscure, distant village in the mountains that has this very particular taste because of a native spice... he will master is just to hear that little hum of satisfaction from your lips. you know he asks ;is it good?' and this sad sack doesn't even need a verbal 'yes' just nod and he's already scheduling that dish into his routine for you

and oof in bed? this man has learned how to read every signal and reaction from you. he watches your gaze for permission when to touch, listens to your moans for where. he HAS to get it right EVERYTIME just so he can hear 'yes, sylus, like that' 'you feel so good sylus' or his absolute favorite that triggers his explosion every time 'good boy, sylus' and when you yank on his collar ???? pls he'll roll over and sit for you in like 100 different positions

[azul23blue]

Sylus is such an “enemies to lovers but she’s the only one who thinks they’re enemies and he plays along because yes.”

[thatapostateboy]

Davrin being trusted to raise one of the first baby griffons in centuries and giving him an Elven name

Davrin training him using Elven phrases

Davrin chiding him the way his Keeper would when he acts up but never fails to smile at him

Davrin sharing his rations with him at camp, ignoring Rook’s knowing looks

Davrin sensing Darkspawn nearing and knowing that it’s too soon, his friend is too young, too small

Davrin staring down the Archdemon, accepting the sacrifice he must make, and desperately telling him to stay behind in every language he can muster

Davrin hearing the mournful cry of his most beloved companion as he plunges his sword into the Archdemon’s heart

Assan, years later and fully grown, accepting no rider, but on occasion taking comfort in the embrace and kind familiar words of Rook, who had loved him too

[livelaughlovesubs]

Quick thirst before I go back to writing, I was craving something sweet

Imagine this….

Him, sitting in your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck, back bend as he meekly claws at your shoulders. Your entire focus on him and his body, on the way his fingers twitched, the way he squirmed in pleasure.

One arm is securely wrapped around him, holding him close, listening to each others heart beat. The other one feeling him up, teasing his weak spots or playing with his erotic zones. And every time you rub just slightly harder, you are met with his moans and whimpers ringing in your ears. His breath tickling your skin and his tears damping your shoulder.

And once he gets close, he whispers, “I’m yours.”

[amazinglyashy]

Sylus = Safety

At some point, somewhere in the deep unconscious of your mind, this became a fact, more than a feeling.

It's definitely not something you think about, no, but it's definitely a driving factor as to why you're walking into his main base of operations of the N109 zone after a particularly grueling mission nearby. Every muscle aches, and your joints are screaming at you to sit down, but you know if you listen, you won't be getting back up anytime soon, which is problematic given the slight gash in your arm and the bruising across your face and bleeding lip.

It's fine though, you know his place well. Or- maybe that was an overstatement. You knew where his room was, and the dining hall, and then the kitchen. That was the extent, though, even though the place could practically be described as a mansion. Or maybe a fortress? You didn't know which to land on in your exhausted haze.

But you find the gauze- the alcohol for sterilizing your wound, and some band-aids to stick across yourself and hope they're long enough to cover. You stare at his shower as you work, remembering Sylus and the shape of his form under the steam and hot water when you had ransacked his room for the twentieth time in search of that brooch. The band-aids aren't long enough, so you settle for two stuck together across the gauze on your arm and call it a day. Night? You didn't know anymore. You stepped to leave, but the bed in front of you is welcoming, and you know Sylus already knows you're here. Whether he's busy or just ignoring you moving around the safehouse, you don't know. But you do know the plush of his mattress feels like heaven on your brittle knees, and the shape of his pillow molds perfectly against you as you forget any possibility of punishment for sleeping in his bed and dripping blood on his sheets.

Maybe it's how spent you are, or maybe it's his scent filling your senses. But you're asleep within seconds.

And when you're waking up, you're waking up warm. Under the covers unlike before- you shoes have been removed, and your arm has been properly dressed with a wrap bandage and clean gauze. There's some kind of goop on your lip and minor cuts, and you feel so pleasantly warm, you have to fight to keep your eyes open.

The pillow you had fallen into was replaced with the toned bicep of the man whose chest your face was buried into, the arm wrapping to hold you between your shoulders, as his other worked his hand gently through the knots in your hair in between strokes of your head.

You have no idea if he knows you're awake, waiting to see if you'll fall back asleep if he stays silent, or if you'll jump away from him. But you consider the two options in the fog of your mind- just for a moment. Just before you let your eyes shut again, sinking into the feeling of his fingers brushing against your scalp, and the warmth surrounding you.

You could stay like this, just for a little while.

[frapajapa]

[miodiodavinci]

My standing artwork for ZOLA V6 has been released!!

In a twist that feels like a dream turned reality, I received the opportunity to create official artwork for the ZOLAs!! You can download the full artwork alongside more than 30 alternate expressions from the ZOLAs character page on the SoundUD website. Please be sure to check it out!!

Also, once again, a massive thanks to @ricedeity for their input on the designs!! I'll reblog this post shortly with a copy of our behind-the-scenes design tour w