#heh i hope this is okay !!

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[anghelcode]

anyone else hear that ominous bell tolling????? 😂😂😂😂 no???? just me?????? 😭😭😭😭

[vunderblunder]

ive come back with the milk

kaboom

there goes your tower

[speakofshinee]

For jjong month ♡ part [2/4] ~happy birthday edition~

[delightfulgalaxykid]

Splatfest…! splatfest!! I gotta relate this to mario!!

[linkvcr]

goooood afternoon skysword nation

[leronboi]

Can gurl step on me awooga

[boombambaby]

[ @musemelodies liked for a starter from here ! ]

"Hey Timon! I've given it a lot of thought, and I'm seriously considering making you a knight."

Serious face, definitely not about to crack up from his own lame pun. Not him.

" --I think it'd really give you a leg up, you know. Help you stand TALL on the whole Sir-vival of the fittest, thing."

BADUMTSSS. Thank you, thank you. He'll be here all week.

[hymnoire]

Kaeleena had always been a shadow, one birthed out of the decadent cruelty of Giedi Prime. The halls of the Harkonnen stronghold thrummed with whispers of power and terror, yet her name was never among them. But she wanted it to be. She craved it to be. The white swan wore the unspoken truth of her lineage beneath her skin, a secret etched into her very bones. Yes, she had always known she was of royal blood; her mother had made certain of that. Late at night, the woman whispered stories of Kaeleena's birth in secret. Kaeleena had loved her mother fiercely, even as she died too soon, crushed beneath the weight of a world that never acknowledged the worth and life of women with no names. She was a child then, left with nothing but grief and rage. The forgotten Harkonnen had spent every moment since sharpening herself into something new. A Doctor. Her intellect and resilience soon made her one of the best; however, she was never so devoted to curing as she was to the power in the eyes of her patients : eyes that gazed at her as if she were a god. After all, who but a god has the power to decide who heals, who doesn't, who lives and who dies? A deep cruelty was born from holding lives in her care. She became a tormented weapon of intellect, an intellect that stripped away her humanity and replaced it with obsessions, with greed. A greed for power. A power she managed to steal.

Decades had passed before Kaeleena finally stepped into the heart of the Baron's empire. From there, she would plan to make her bloodline—not his, hers—endure. They would remember her not as a shadow, not even as the inferno that consumed and reshaped the Harkonnen legacy. The Baron had tried to kill her—how dared she claim herself as one of them—but he simply couldn’t. How and why? That answer was hers alone, locked behind a sly, knowing smile from that one day they faced each other. How had she forced the Baron’s hand, made him see her potential? A deal had been struck. He would grant her the position she craved: not by ruling, but by marrying the heir. The arrangement was an insult at first, an attempt to bind her ambition to a spouse’s role. Ah, well. Kaeleena had not flinched. On the contrary, she had embraced it all, seeing it for what it was : a beautiful opportunity. Feyd-Rautha ( @deficd ), the sharpest blade in the Harkonnen arsenal, was to be her brother and groom. She had seen him in the arena, his ferocity and madness unrestrained. She saw the bloodlust that burned behind his gaze. She even imagined him slicing her head off the moment she became an inconvenience to him, and she smiled at the thought. Kaeleena waits in the grand atrium, where the silence is thick. The polished floor reflects the sharp edges of the fortress’s brutal architecture. She stands poised, her silhouette wrapped in black silk embroidered with gold accents, the fabric clinging to her figure like shadows caressing stone. Her hair is swept back, glinting like polished moonstone. The sound of steps echoes in the distance, growing heavier with each stride. She doesn’t turn to look; she doesn’t need to. She knows it is him. Feyd-Rautha, her blood and promised. She has been waiting for him, knowing they would cross paths here and now. "What is it, my Lord, that seeps beneath the skin and gnaws at the marrow of certainty? It bears no visage, yet watches unceasingly. It speaks in whispers, only in the solitude of your mind. It hungers for the warmth of blood and the stillness of power, and when night falls, it nestles within the abyss of your shadow, its embrace both suffocating and inescapable." A riddle. Her lips curve into a faint, knowing smile, the subtle gesture a contradiction of menace and grace. "It has been arranged for us to be formally introduced tomorrow," she says, her voice laced with chilling enthusiasm. "It would only be proper for us to meet beforehand... Brother Mine." She turns. Her gaze is steady, somewhere between soft and sinister, her tone almost tender as she adds, "Unless, of course, you would rather settle the matter here and now. Shall I bare my throat to you?" Her lips curl slightly, almost indulgently, as she tilts her head to expose the pale, vulnerable curve of her neck. "All the disgusting vile little dreams I’ve had about us begin like this," she murmurs, her voice both confession and taunt.

[verflares]

everyday i fight for my life not to have a public meltdown over fictional blonde bitches on the timeline

[rueclfer]

I just binged all of your Smau THEY GAVE ME LIFE

WAAHHHH UR SO SWEET THANK YOOOUUUU

[carminewill]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ( starter call ) 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: @vulpesse

THE DIVINE BEAST BLEEDS. Fenrir doesn't know where he's ended up after fleeing once he devoured the sun for the Norse Gods and the one-eyed All-Father Odin and survived the almost fatal attack from his son. Close to death he simply escapes blindly through the universe - to nature and a forest that feels ALIVE and protected and old - still younger than him, far younger, but older than anything else nearby. Is it not simply natural for a wolf to seek shelter in nature? He's too tall - the tallest trees only barely brush the fur on is stomach but he takes care to try to not hurt it despite his own agony. It takes lots of concentration to try to shift his form into something smaller - made harder when there's a GOD'S SPEAR BURIED IN HIS SIDE and a sword in his hind leg. Still he manages with what energy he has left, shrinks until he's at least small enough that only his head brushes the bottom of the tree branches. Still far too large to be anything other than UNNATURAL, but it will do. He collapses against the ground and can smell the unusual ice and divine smell of his blood as it strains the grass and fallen autumn leaves.

Fenrir isn't sure how much time passes before he hears something approach through the forest. His ears flick up and his closed eyes open, piercing orange revealed when he struggles to lift his head to look through the lavender mist. He's in no shape to fight, he's barely clinging to life even now. But he still watches the approaching figure with eyes that burn. A woman. She smells like this forest to his nose - NOT THE WRETCHED SCENT OF NORSE GODS, NOT HUMAN. Closer to him then. Not quite belonging anywhere categorically. He doesn't see any weapons but that means nothing.

" Is this forest yours? " Fenrir talks. DEEP AND FULL, ELOQUENCE FLOWING FROM HIS VOICE DESPITE HIS APPEARANCE. He struggles to try to move to sit up to offer respect but the spear and sword force a wounded noise from his throat and he gives up the attempt to sink back against the forest floor with a great THUD. " I- " His breath comes labored and exhausted as his sides heave with the effort. " I did not mean to intrude nor disrespect. only find shelter to escape and recover. " His human form might be BETTER for this but he's too exhausted to try. ( Will she fear and loathe him too just like the gods? He doesn't know. He can only hope the universe is merciful to him for once. )

[flyingspicerack]

Maoichi :3

[rosysins]

@anomieheld - fate verse

single mother doing his best raising chaotic walking hydrogen bomb since the age of 12 and considering all the worst case scenarios, eri thinks he's doing a damn good job so far!

anyways this is all i got for tonight because its 5 am in the morning and I'm damn sure i'm going to pass out any minute HJBRJFFR but TRUST i will return with more doodles cause i'm having so much fun.

anyways welcome the master of caster, elyon and master of rider, eri to the holy grail war !! wishing them nothing but success in the upcoming battles~!

for the command spells i was thinking of how their magecraft was like! for Eri, it's blood magecraft so I made his look like a bleeding sword, while Elyon i'm not so sure what sort of magecraft she has, so I made hers look like a flower bouquet! Ofc, I'll be changing the designs eventually since I'm not 100% pleased with them.

[popcultr]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @lostwcnderlands

MUSE: ayla yildiz / 29 / bakery owner / pansexual

based on this post!

"i was going to tell you..." ayla says, looking down at the baby in her arms, not daring to look at the other. she takes a breath in, "but i changed my mind because i didn't want to lump you with all of this" ayla trails off, she knew that she should've been honest from the start, "plus, you're quite hard to get ahold of".

[all-yn-oween]

this is a very old drawing, but i’m on my way to vacations and just wanted to post, to show that im still alive XD

Hope you all survived your exams!!! (I didn’t have the chance to reblog everything from mutuals but i will eventually hdjdns) As for me, I’m happy to tell you that I graduated my high school!!! :D

Here have a drawing of Barbara and John to celebrate!! 🥳