#Pinkie swear

[unreal-unearthing]

Shout out to cole weaver (guy who wrote the most recent tmagp episode) for writing a case tailor made to haunt me personally.

[adiosnachito]

PLOTTING CALL⠀⠀—⠀⠀like this post to start plotting with the cartel's most golden boy, eduardo 𝑙𝑎𝑙𝑜 salamanca.

[runs-4-pinkcupcakes]

Every day, I feel the sun a little more. ☀️

[eridude]

a doodle i did of @vileviall and my trickster designs from our badly drawn askblogs- there was a trickster arc recently and it was very chaos.

[pocket-watcher]

Cult request anon, ooh, I love it. He’s so fucked over and it’s great because he loves it lol. Also I love non-sexual exhibition and you wrote it well!

Hello again Anon! I’m so glad you enjoyed it 😊 if you think of anything in the future please always let me know as I’m always up for more prompts and ideas!

[cicero-the-assassin]

@twistedhxart

Continued from here. (I couldn't help myself)

Conláed felt like a little boy again. Wild and untamed, as he was when he had been out alone in nature as he was young, he had followed the tracks of an animal that seemed to be injured. The uneasy feeling that a poacher was up to mischief, even though it was forbidden in these parts of the forest, came over him, overlooking a slope hidden in the thicket. The fall must have left him with a sprained ankle, and he could hardly suppress the terrible pain that extended up into his thigh. He had found the animal, a rabbit that had been caught in a trap but was still alive. “Lucio…” Luckily, he had been traveling with him, calling him to help through gritted teeth, though he had probably arrived at his side long ago. He didn't entirely care how helpless he probably must have looked to him, but this situation was one that required actual help from his 'protector'. “That was stupid…” He scolded himself, accepting Lucio's help by literally being picked up off the ground by him. Never would he have thought that he would be held by him like this, but certain circumstances called for certain actions, right? “Please also help the rabbit, will you?”

Lucio had let the young Prince wander off 'on his own' into the wood. Nobody liked being watched at all hours of the day. So the hailed Crimson Prince gave him these small courtesies. Perhaps unbeknownst to Conláed himself, Lucio couldn't get too far from the lad. It began to hurt. The enchantment cursing him to his side, and yet- he couldn't help but keep his distance alot more often than not.

He could smell him, hear him, find him at any time he pleased in the blink of an eye. Besides, how dangerous could the wood just beyond the castle wall be? And beyond that- he had to have opportunity to grow. He couldn't do so if Lucio was always there, moving every branch out of the way. Licking every wound clean.

Though, as he thought so, he heard a slide, a small yelp, and a groan.

He's there beside him, looking down onto his fallen ward, obviously in pain from the way he was grasping at his leg. But Lucio smelled no blood besides the small bit from the rabbit. Likely a twist or a bruise. Something he couldn't heal. Someone would have to take him back home. So, he picks Conláed up, light as a feather, in his arms.

"Stupid?" He asks, "Perhaps. Accidents happen.."

He mumbles it lowly, idly, as though it were something polite to say but not what he really thought. He did not fear insulting the young Prince, but it would gain him nothing in this predicament.

His thoughts and steps away are interrupted by a small plea. Help the rabbit?

"Help it? It is merely a rabbit.." Lucio looks to the small scared creature caught in a snare. The tight wire digging into the poor things flesh. People ate rabbits didn't they? Was this to be someone's dinner?

Was this what human prey typically looked like to Lucio? Quivering and silently begging for it's life? For mercy?

He sighs though, relenting. Leaning down, his nails turning claw like and sawing through the snare trapping the rabbit's leg until it is free. Scurrying away.

"Leg should heal, it was only bleeding cause it was so tightly bound."

But the predators of the forest will smell it's blood. Was it more cruel to let the rabbit free to be likely torn apart by foxes or dogs?

[aliendragondreaming]

IM GOING TO BREAK MY FUCKING TEETH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[constellations-and-energy]

come see a horror movie with us 👀

[maumausie]

FUCK I FORGOR

oh btw the adbell au is still being cooked. Will post crumbs in a min

[erebus0dora]

you know what, there's a fic out there you might recognise through this image, but if not - @reedroad, i see you and i am grateful for this delicious pain

but yeah

i needed to focus on the part that offers some comfort because it is in my nature i guess

[phoenxwright]

Kloktober day 3: horror movie crossover.

Toki and Brahms.... do you understand my vision....

[starcrossrf]

this is actually my chonny sideblog I won’t stalk you

[honeyhobbs]

I saw this particular knight outfit and I had to put him in it idk what to tell you

[hinamie]

ik i've done like 5 panel redraws from 265 alone but this is the last one promise

[omarithecat]

least obsessed ppl ive ever seen

[cicero-the-assassin]

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

Blood blood blood blood

"Exactly what I said, sweetheart. The blood ain't mine. So, no need to have your panties in a bundle about it, okay?"

His tone is a bit curt and aloof as he drags the wet rag down his face again. He's cleaning himself up in front of a broken window where she happened to stumble upon him.

He recognized this girl, she'd bought one of his signatures once.

Cicero pauses for a moment to say before continuing: "You're.... Violet, right?"

He's brushing off the whole 'covered in blood' thing as casually as possible.