#aaaah :'(

[glitchedcosmos]

It’s giving

[beautifulterriblequeen]

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Ethari told Runaan, "but it can't be done."

"You admit failure so easily?" the handsome prince questioned, his brilliant turquoise eyes keen in the workshop's warm air. "My father shall be disappointed."

Ethari scrubbed one hand through his messy white hair and offered a sheepish grin. "Surely your highness knows that to request a useless object is to give it one use."

Runaan paused and looked Ethari up and down. Leaning against the wall next to a rack of swords, he folded his arms and offered the blacksmith a frank appraisal. "Surprise me, then."

"What?"

"I request nothing. You decide what counts as useless. I'm curious."

Ethari blinked at the prince's intense stare. "You're...?"

"Curious." Runaan stepped forward until their eyes met at a much closer range. He studied Ethari's face for a long moment, and seemed pleased by what he saw there. "I shall inform the gates that you are to be admitted at any time, on my orders and to my quarters, with your offerings. I look forward to seeing your creativity."

Ethari's eyes widened slightly. Surely he was hearing things that the prince did not intend. "Of course, Your Highness. I shall endeavor not to disappoint you."

Runaan smiled and offered a gracious nod. "I should warn you, blacksmith, that I am notoriously hard to please. Do not be put off if your first attempt - your first dozen attempts - fall through. I hope you will be as persistent in the pursuit of this endeavor as I am."

"As- As Your Highness wills," Ethari replied, a little breathlessly. He watched the prince leave his workshop, until he was finally out of sight. His cheeks felt a little too warm from the forge's heat - just the forge, surely.

He crafted a clever, useless object and presented it to the prince, but the prince found a use for it and declared it null and void.

"Try again."

Ethari crafted another useless object.

"Try again."

Another, and another, a dozen and more.

The prince held each one in his hands, stared deeply into Ethari's eyes, and murmured softly, "Try again."

As the kingdom's most renowned blacksmith, you're used to crafting legendary weapons and armor. But then the king's mad lad of a son tasks you with the impossible: forging the world's most useless object.

[ecstarry]

Do all lovers feel they're inventing something? I know the gestures. I imagined it all, waiting for you. You dreamt of me? No. I thought of you.

[zorobae]

[jhaleykart]

wanted to do quick sketchy lineart, it’s NEVE GALLUS, QUEEN OF MY HEART 💙

[emistations]

SUPER AMY

[mndvx]

zanethan y la 🧀

[baudshaw]

1. Isle being forested. Mounds are in the background.

2. Isle had more land that’s now covered by the clouds.

3. The child (probably the King) is with other children, alongside a guardian of sorts.

4. The child looks at an Abyss-style manta..

5. The guardian looks angry, and is presumably from Vault.

6. More multi-wing mantas are being shown.

7. The boat heads to the flourishing Isle Temple, with isle being shown.

8. “Many years later”… so it’s definitely canon

9. “The story continues” the most interesting part to me. The Two Embers will not only have a story that connects with the game, but it sounds like the “start”. Maybe Two Embers will appear to people who haven’t played Sky, causing them to watch the show before playing the game?

Side note: There are human sounds, and the music is a combination of “Overture” and “The Invention” (forest elder theme)

[ventique18]

Obsessed with thoughts of 🐉🌸 discussing something serious and while 🌸 is perfectly focused on the topic at hand, he's more occupied with being physically affectionate and just so very casually shares his thoughts.

🌸, standing straight and observing the map: "So we have to capture the enemy's flag to win. If we go through this forest, there might not be many enemies blocking us because of mobility difficulties. We have to send out our most mobile teammate."

🐉, takes their hand and kisses it slowly: "Yes, but they might make up for it by stationing a high-power person to intercept. Mobile units are commonly not strong in firepower."

🌸, in deep thought: "What if you go?"

🐉, slowly takes them in his embrace and nuzzles his face on the nape of their neck: "Is that not too predictable? What if they send out their best units on the easy path to overwhelm our defenses, predicting I will not be here?"

🌸, tapping the table and not at all paying attention to his actions: "Hmm..."

🐉: *purrs in satisfaction while entwining his fingers with theirs*

[elmushterri]

Having trouble trying to find the proper aesthetic for this story so here’s a couple random sketches of high fantasy TKH!

[glitchedcosmos]

Crying hysterically in the background rn

[puddii-ng]

a doll and her maid 🎀

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / welcome / 268 words / M / thank you @c0mbatchameleon for brainroting this with me, this is for you <3

James lies down on his back on the grass and Regulus follows. He always follows. Regulus stares at the peach James is holding on his hand and reaches for it tentatively. James gives it to him and keeps an eye on the path of the fruit from his hand to Regulus’ mouth. 

He watches as the juice drips down Regulus’ lips, towards his cheek. James has no control over himself, not when it comes to Regulus. His thumb finds his way towards the wet spot next to Regulus’ lips and brushes off the juice, but his hand lingers. He can’t not touch. 

Slowly, his thumb travels towards Regulus’ lips and he waits. He can’t meet Regulus’ eyes or he’ll fold. James had always been a patient man, an honorable man, but now he is a lost man. A pathetic man. 

Regulus decides for him and slightly parts his lip. Was it an invitation? James doesn’t wait for an answer and lets his finger have the first taste of Regulus’ lips and slowly pushes it in. It’s wet and it’s welcoming and he wonders how touching more would feel. A soft moan leaves Regulus, as if he lacked the same restraint that James did. Maybe he does. Maybe they are both hopeless. 

James takes his thumb out, but Regulus follows. He always follows. He tastes the peach, the hunger, the want, the devotion, he can taste it all and know it all by how desperately Regulus' tongue wants him. 

He can’t take it.

He pulls away.

He looks at Regulus. 

“Better now?”

He doesn’t know who he’s asking this to. 

[god-i-hope-so]

So Tommy is just trying to keep up, huh? Yeah, they're doing fine.

[konjkitkatty]

i canr keep doing this