#from: liyn

[honeyedfem]

imagine a timeloop in which everything *except* you stays the same

[ds-anon-art]

Someone remind me to do a Roxy drawing v much based off of her pq look?

[serfuzzypushover]

N e wayz

I concern 4 ur seep schedule

Coming from someone who can’t take sleeping for less than 6 hours while staying up late regularly <- v slep deprivd

-ds anon(liyn)

IM ALMOST DDOOOONNNEEEEE its okay

[dwllie]

Uhm!!! Can I have eldritch hostcollectivic ? And maybe cat hostcollectivic too ?

-liyn(<- host)

hello!! yes you may, but i need to clarifi a few things first just so the flags are to your liking ^_^ for the cat one, would you like us to use the catkin flag/cat therian flag or another flag? and for the eldritch flag, would you like us to use an eldritchkin flag or another flag? if you would like us to use an eldritchkin flag, there’s many to choose from. here’s a few: one, two, three, four. ty!! you can just respond with another ask :3

[otoripink]

since you're ok with reques from non moots...

maybe a psd based off of the transmascfem flag below?

thankies!

-Liyn

hi there! this has been posted, hope you enjoy !!

[kittyspring-creates]

So i just finished part one of he-man revelations and im so hyped. First of

Spoils, spoils, spoils

He-man gams i was over the moon. Ok first off the animation is mind blowing, the shading and reflection and detail, just everything about it is amazing they got some top animators.

Hot take but adam as a soft boy is my new fav thing. Small adorable adam smaller then all the warriors is everything to me now.

TEELA, HER HAIR. when she untied it and it was long and messy i screamed. Her new shave gives me such butch vibes im livid in the best ways. Also kept he smarts girl knew that was evil liyn from the moment they met.

Duncan you Dilf, still one of the most bamf of the show. I adore him.

Kevin smith just ripped out my heart, anytime orco was on screen i was crying. Hes baby and he was so sad, he finally got courage in his magic from hello evil lyn (loved their interactions, new brotp) then died i was shattered.

ADAM. He chose his "lesser form" what twink rights honestly. This ity bity man running around with large dudes and gal. On that note im a slut for king grayskull, thay man is georgous.

Adam comes back, i knew he would its adam, but mf he gets stabbed again. Skeletor was compatent, extra af like he always was. And now after the petentail growth for evil lyn, her warnign about fixing bad men. Her anger at herself for not putting herself first. She still sides with skeletor. That honestly hit home. Tmi been there.

Long story short this show is amazing and im so excited for more. I just hope the fuckboys, trans/homoaphobes dont get it canceled cause it has the petentail to be amazing rep for bi/pan and mlm, keep thriving kevin

[vibrantstillness]

Prompt #7: Forgiven

"If your hunble serrvent meiy be forgiven for the p'resunpshon of offering her thoughts-"

"Nope."

The flat refusal, so cheekily casual as it spilled from the grinning face across the table from her, neatly defenestrated Michishio's entire train of thought. You didn't just refuse an apology, especially one offered as a matter of pure obligation out of politeness! What was he doing? Was this a joke? Did he not know the script? Before she could gather herself to make a response, the tanned Midlander continued.

"I asked specifically 'cause I wanted t'know what you think, Mitch. Ain't naught to forgive, and it ain't a presumption. Now, what do you make o' things?"

"It is the desiyded opinion of this sinple fool," she tried again after a pause, "that the haste with which the reinforrsments arriyved sujests a priority liyn of... komunikeishon..." She trailed off at the militia lieutenant's stark frown. What? What now? Surely he didn't disagree with her assessment so strongly before she'd even finished?

"Ye're neither simple nor a fool Mitch," he sighed with an exasperation-laden voice. "No need to go beatin' yourself up for just sharin' a view."

Of course she wasn't a fool. If she was, she wouldn't be here having this conversation. Did this man not know about qualifying statements? Was he not aware Michishio was offering him an easy route to dismiss what she had to say if he didn't like it? She was doing her utmost to be respectful and considerate, and it was all being swept aside with the indifferent finality of a cat turning up its nose at dinner. What was she supposed to say to that? How was she supposed to deal with this?

Her first impulse was to ask for forgiveness for whatever slight had been offered, but she'd already been chastized for that. How could this lazily smiling imbecile so completely disarm her without even lifting a finger? Though he wasn't an imbecile, she reminded herself, recognizing the flash of frustration immediately and parceling it away. That wouldn't help here. He was clever and resourceful, however hard he might pretend he wasn't, and however much the fool he might play. She'd simply have to find out how to match his expectations.

"Yes, my lord. To kontinue..."

Her words died on her lips at an attention-grabbing little wave of his hand. What. WHAT? Was this a manzai routine? Had her life become a comedy act? She had to struggle to keep piercing accusation out of her gaze, but the uncomfortable squirm of the man across from her made her wonder how successful she'd been.

"Could we drop the 'my lord' business? I know ye work for me an' all but that ain't never sat right."

Her eyes dropped to the cherrywood table and the steaming cups of tea on its surface. Tea she'd prepared and served. For him. A table she'd purchased to host his company around which were arranged wastefully decadent chairs which he'd insisted upon (for her comfort, she knew, but the rising disarray of her thoughts pushed that aside) in her quarters which she'd comfortably furnished at his insistence that a stark, Spartan room didn't suit a lady. Her thoughts swirled murkily; was she irritated? Grateful? Both?

Actually, she didn't care. There were lines of propriety that must not be crossed. Truths which could not be denied. With an apologetic smile, she lifted challenging hazel eyes to the man across from her.

"Of cours, my lord."

[gregorypenman]

Faith Actually

Racing to Stormwind on his Master’s Motorbike, Gregory thinks on the past couple of nights. He had come to Gracewell Manor to speak with Lord Grifyn Redsteel about their plans to bring a force of their own to Argus and help with the fight against the Burning Legion. A feast was prepared for guests to enjoy while they calmed their nerves. It was a pleasant dinner, meeting new friends in Ms. Livingston, a Harvest Witch, and Emirdelle the sister of Liyne. Conversations began and all seemed well.

Gregory thought about how things had turned. How he felt himself grow evermore enraged by his friends, specifically Lord Grifyn. He could not say if it were jealousy that this man had been given so much for doing so little, or if it were that He did not have the choice of a normal life that his friend did. The things he said, the arguing and fight that had broken out as they compared pains. Gregory knew Grifyn and he had different lives and neither would understand the other’s plight. On that night, however, it was as if through his rage and frustrations that he wanted to punish Grifyn for something he had no control over. A short exchange of harsh words and the two were now trading blows. Their druid friend, Liyne, steps between them and attempts to quell the fighting. It was useless thus he grabbed the pair of men by their collars and dragged them out of the house.

Now outside, the fire and shade that covered Gregory’s judgement became clear when he felt a familiar force tugging at his mind. A hot, searing pain came over him as he took notice of the magic and with a rip, a pain went over the paladin like fire burning him inside out. For a moment, he felt raw agony and in a second it was gone. He could remember the feeling as if night and day. One moment burning rage and the next cooling calm. A weight lifted from his shoulders and clarity came to him at last.

This feeling was short lived as an explosion came soon after from where Grifyn had been standing. The force of the blast sent the three men flying back and knocking out Gregory and Grifyn. The night ended with the other’s having to calm Liyne down from his feral worgen curse and sending him to sleep off his frustrations. The rest followed.

The next day Gregory awakes in the early evening, having overslept due to enjoying his first night of actual rest. Prior to this, he could only remember nights of terror and nightmares. He jumps out of the bed and prepares for the day. Before he could get his armor on, the party from last night enters. There is a report of a disturbance that requires the Lord’s attention, but everyone decides to join him. On the way, the group discusses the events of the night before, agreeing that there was a malicious force causing havoc among them. When they reached the sight of the disturbance, the theory is solidified with the presence of a shadowy essence among the corpses of the carriage men who later were revealed to be working for the criminal group, the Ensemble. The investigation helped them to clue more about the shadow they fought, though they were still unsure about what it was, how it works and if the Ensemble were hired or are the masterminds behind this. At least these were Gregory’s thoughts.

Gregory and the others spoke more on their feelings. Grifyn bringing to the conversation that he felt something was missing from within himself. Gregory shared in this. He knew his mental state had been change. He did not feel angry or as if he had to prove himself. He could not think of a moment during that day where he wanted to put on his armor or pick up his weapons. However, he also had this feeling of dread as he could not remember the faces of his parents, something that haunted him for most of his life. The rage that lived within him came from the night he watched criminals break into his home and slaughter his family. Even Mother Linda’s magic could not hide, not fully, the pain and damage of that night. Yet, here he was, unable to remember their faces or more accurately unwilling to. This realization bothered Gregory which brought him back to the dirt road leading to Stormwind City.

Quickly, he ran to the Cathedral to find his mother and explain to her the situation. She agreed to use her mastery of the shadow to see into his mind and look for any abnormalities. A moment later and she could find nothing. All his memories remain, all of who he was mentally was there. She could only discern that he himself has learned to cope and live with his demons. She could not find anything in his mind, but that was not what bother the Priestess. She felt her son had grown weaker and his aura dimmed greatly. Whatever happen to him, she felt she needed to know. Without his fury fueling his faith, Gregory had become a shadow of his former self.

[honeyedfem]

Aleni

[honeyedfem]

so you have paraphiles on your dni. but you understand that means anyone with literally any kink, right?

(Also I know the way things are phrased is weird. I’ll clean it up ltr)

[honeyedfem]

Tried externalizing our(or more my) new understanding of how our system functions. It is very weird.

[honeyedfem]

Fuck you *makes Apple Jack and Rainbow Dash kismeses*

[honeyedfem]

bapping u all like this btw.

[honeyedfem]

i reccomend getting kougn amaan cookie for ur defense right?:)

hm... so two suggestions... poll tiem !!

here's what they are btw:

(shoutout to the CRK wiki for ripping these. big kudos to them)

[honeyedfem]

Thinking about a adopt we made a long while back…

[honeyedfem]

haiiii scy :3