#cuz. she has no shirt on

[featherwhiskered]

nefarious amanda thing... this is saw iii amanda btw..

[fastafeijoa]

Chaotic creatures and Haskill!

[sondheim-girly]

Marcia runs really cold and two bit runs really hot, I will not be taking criticism on this

just imagine Marcia with constantly freezing hands sticking them on the back of two bits neck without warning and him yelping and practically jumping 5 feet in the air- or her coooonstantly holding his hands and he always teases her that the only reason she ever holds his hands is because he warms up her fingers and she never argues with him on that-

or in the summer two bit overheating so much and taking Marcia’s hands and sticking them on his forehead and she’s just giggling and UGH THEY ARE SO GODDAMN CUTE

Also Trip had cold hands, yet another piece of evidence that their relationship was never gonna work out.

[blu-ish]

Don't get attached to the random kid you found in the forest challenge. [FAILED]

Here's more of my Project Selene AU! They found their jalapeno kid.

[g1rlb4it]

woof

[matchalovertrait]

Happy birthday, Dulce ₊˚⊹♡

[thatnununguy]

the bedtime doodle thing continues

[navree]

there has GOT to be a way to explain anne boleyn's proto-feminism and importance to history without absolutely shitting on katherine of aragon and acting as if she was basically set dressing for her entire marriage rather than a person in her own right and an important one at that, but i think a lot of stanne's are just virulently misogynistic so they're physically incapable of doing so

[scrimblyscrorblo]

My player character in a dnd thing w some friends, this isn’t her actual fit I was just messing w colours

Her name is Desdamona, a bard in search of old stories and legends (usually about ghosts)(reguardless if they’re real)

I ended up playing her with a bit of a Holier Than Thou personality but I think she’s just a lil arrogant and tends to overcompensate a bit. Shes never really had friends before so she’d decided she’s definitely 100% skilled at socialising 👍🏻

[jessamine-rose]

*squeezes aine this time*

Read my Yandere! Dottore fics first (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Chemistry ๑ Magnum Opus

So @ainescribe decided to surprise me with more Darling fan art, this time of Dottore’s Assistant!! *sobs* I love it so much ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Once again, feedback will be in the tags. Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, Aine <3

[moose-goosey]

Some touhou redesign concepts mixed with full first drafts

[hollypies]

In my totk swap au when Zelda finds all the Poe Collocters and gets the Tunic of Memories she's like. Woaagg my girlfriends shirt...

And then she uses it as pajamas .

I also replayed the Lucky Gazette quest line and in this au I'm. Not sure how people would describe link? Like for Zelda they say they saw a blonde haired lady . Would Link have some other descriptor??? Bright blue eyes maybe? Either way Ganon's Link puppet would def be a . Mini boss fight. That'd be sooo cool omg.

[teabiscs]

low effort, low quality, chaotic yuri, shitpost

regina is just happy to be here, while the other two lesbeans share a moment

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Merlin has infact scammed the knights out of their money more than once over the years to the point where he was banned from gambling with them by Arthur due to the amount of complaints he got from the knights

well of course this makes perfect sense, its just a bit naive that you'd think money was the only think merlin was scamming the knights for

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.

[cinnabeat]

rememebred everyones kh3 outfits and now im annoyed again