#holi uwu

[mortissez]

v. esra ocupa la única mesa de la sala de estar. ¿qué hará mortisse? @ezkaya

cuando vio la unica mesa estaba ocupada por la chica de los brillos, pensó en irse, no causar problemas y buscar su propio lugar en cualquier lugar del hospedaje. se quedó ahí parada, sabiendo que ella notaría su presencia porque eran las unicas en el silencioso lugar. " no tu de nuevo. ¿ya estás más calmada o todavía estás enojada por el glitter? " dio media vuelta, como preparada para irse dependiendo de la respuesta.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

They are trying to flirt :)

N secretly likes watching when they do that.... i mean... just in case he has to stop them if they get too violent ofc 6v6;;; 👉👈

also meet lil "Sugar Cube" :D ill explain more about it... soon 9v9;;;

[pkyree]

#ZZZ: mi personaje despierta al tuyo, quien se quedó dormido durante una de las charlas. / ( @vvngeliic )

" ¿qué? todavía no me acostumbro al horario, y esto está muy aburrido. " arrastra las palabras al estar adormecido aún. pestañea y abre los ojos forzosamente, rascándose el cuello en un intento de mantenerse despierto. " hasta mi sueño era más interesante que la charla. ¿y si nos vamos a comer o a ver como bailan? "

[romaahn]

enarca una ceja ante la metáfora que usa para comunicarse. pero, bien, ¿para qué opinar? él mismo había salido bastante ileso, no podría entenderlo. ' porque la camarilla debe velar por el bienestar de sus integrantes. por eso estamos aquí también, no porque gusten de torturarnos... aunque algunos piensen eso. por ti mismo no puedes sanar tus heridas. ' creía recordar al muchacho de un encuentro pasajero, semanas atrás. su manera tan particular de ver las cosas se le había grabado. ' ¿te has podido alimentar? ' @benedich

"pues aún sigo sintiendo como si una bestia me hubiera mascado entero y luego escupido al suelo, porque no le gustó mi sabor" encuentra aquella la mejor descripción de sus propias heridas. siente como si le hubieran arrancado algún órgano de su interior, y su clavícula se sentía aún muy partida. "¿por qué no nos dejaron ahí?" @romaahn

[vellichorom]

you sick little animal, even death itself pities you.

[loki-n-thedoctor]

so here it is, throwback to the blands fandom drama from march of this year

that apparently,, was all caused by my joke message to @lavend-ler

[nientedal]

imagine you were mauled by a bear.

you were mauled and it was awful. it left scars on you that may never fully and completely heal. maybe it nearly killed you. bears are now a trigger for you. full on panic at the sight of a bear.

now imagine some people in your town enjoy dressing up as bears. they put on homemade costumes for fun and occasionally meet up. most people are just there to play dress-up with other folks who enjoy wearing bear costumes, but maybe a few of them also play pretend with each other. nobody gets hurt-- they aren't real bears, and they wouldn't want to be! it's just fun to play pretend.

but you were mauled by a bear, and one day you're out walking, and you see some of these people on the other side of the road, and you freak out. most of the costumes aren't even very realistic, but you start screaming at them anyway, throwing rocks, grabbing other people and pointing, trying to get them to throw rocks too, because what the fuck? what the hell? what kind of sick freak pretends to be a bear? don't they know bears are dangerous? and what if there's a real bear in one of those costumes! or what if they're dressing up as bears because they want to maul people! throw rocks! harass! throwing rocks at people in bear costumes is good and righteous! you were mauled by an actual real bear and this is all definitely a reaction to an actual real threat and not at all a trauma response!

meanwhile, the people who enjoy dressing up as bears are trying to explain it's just for fun. they just enjoy playing dress-up. even those who do enjoy pretending, are only pretending. it's just acting. and look-- Ted over there was mauled, too! he likes dressing up as a bear because it gives him a situation he controls. but nobody is trying to actually be bears. that would be fucking deranged.

but it doesn't matter. you were mauled by a bear, and people in bear costumes feel the same to you as bears. it doesn't matter why they dress up, they OBVIOUSLY deserve to be attacked like bears. and anyone who disagrees with you must also be a bear, because omg don't they understand bears are dangerous and people in bear costumes are basically the same as bears!!!

if you react to works of fiction the same way you react to harm done to a real live human being, you are failing to recognize that human beings are separate from works of fiction. whether you're experiencing a trauma response and can't make the distinction, or you were told this was the best way to support people who are traumatized, i don't know, but the result is the same. you need to understand that people are not the stories they enjoy. stop throwing rocks at people in costumes.

[snitchdorvda]

"mmhm, macgonagall no parece ser de las que se divierte demasiado, así que no creo." admite aunque no puede evitar que irises obscuras recorran el lugar en busca de la mujer. "y si estuviera, ¿por qué crees que lo haría encubierta?"

* halloween.

― No creo que McGonagall esté encubierta por aquí. No suena como algo que pasaría ―señaló, partícipe de aquella conversación en grupo. Un chico había asegurado haberla visto entre la gente y el rumor se había corrido por todas partes; por su parte creía que simplemente lo inventó para llamar la atención―. ¿Tú qué piensas? ―Preguntó a la persona a su lado, curiosa. Hacia mucho que no creía iba a una fiesta, y aunque se sentía abrumada, también le emocionaba poco a poco sentirse más como ella.

[subzeroparade]

style/colouring experiment with my favourite subjects - little weasel pope and his enforcer ･°˖✧◝(• ̀ω•́)◜✧˖°.

[jsabaddict]

Hello everyone. I have redrawn an old piece of mine. I present to you..

The Holy UWU.

(previously known as the Biblically Accurate UWU..]

Old version down here

[kakushino]

While being a hopeless romantic hidden beneath his harsh demeanor, he never found himself very intrigued in his own romance, despite longing for it. He simply assumed that in his age, he would never taste the sweetened honey of love on his tongue. Then, the incident in the former village occurred, and he found himself in your presence, longing for you and trying to drive you off, the butterflies in his chest clouding his judgement. You were just as stubborn as him though, determined to do your damn job and get Haganezuka back to full health. That was your own fire. He wanted to drown in it. Hotaru found himself looking for you throughout the village, longing to court you. He was relieved seeing that none of the other smiths wanted you, not that he couldn't handle it, he simply just didn't like the idea of the competition, especially since he was more than well aware of his own flaws regarding his craft. Hotaru knew that many women wanted an attentive husband, and while he would adore providing such, his obsessive behavior towards forging could put a dent in that. Imaging his surprise when one day you approached him, his favorite treat in your hand. "For you. I heard of you working yourself to the bone again. Take it, as a reward for your outstanding craft." You spoke warmly, making the swordsmith's heart flutter. If he didn't love you before, he certainly was enamored by you now. Offhanded mentions of your beauty soon flooded your way whenever you crossed paths with Haganezuka, the man always saying something strange about you or even simply telling you to do small things to keep you safe while you stayed in the village. "Your eyes are pretty, like the fresh ores I get to forge new blades." "Tie your hair up, unlike metals, it can burn away to ash and it'd be a shame to see it vanish." "You're like a freshly forged blade, sharp and beautiful." Each comment never failed to catch you off guard, a fact that delighted Haganezuka. Yet, he internally lamented about how you were still not in his arms at the end of every day. That is, until one night you appeared at his home bearing a few bento boxes and a shy blush on your cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to share a meal together?" More than a meal was shared that night, as you found yourself folded nearly in half, legs tossed over Hotaru's shoulders, your name on his lips as he thrusted his length in and out of you, the scent of sex and sweat swirling in the air. A cocktail of passion. "H-Hotaru! Hotaru!" You moaned out, your eyes squeezed shut with Haganezuka's eye drank you in, finally sating his longing to have you for himself. "C-close! More, please, I need more!" "I'll give you more then, my beautiful fire." He huffed, doubling his efforts and smiling inwardly hearing you suddenly scream out for him, the man descending upon you to bite and kiss your skin, leaving behind a collection of hickeys. His claim. The swordsmith groaned out as he felt you cum on his cock for the forth time that night, drawing out a second orgasm from him, overstimulation starting to kick in for the both of you. Yet, he couldn't stop, he never wanted to. Hotaru kept abusing your cunt, molding his shape into you attempting to claim you from the inside out. He wanted you for months now, and still it almost felt like years he's yearned so deeply for this, this feeling of intimacy, of love. He never wanted it to end, to never cease hearing your whines, your cries, all for more of him. Dawn broke after hours, you filled to the brim and then some and Hotaru clinging to you desperately, as if you would disappear if he loosened his grip. Hotaru smiled softly, uttering a gentle "good morning" in his gravely voice. You blushed realizing your situation before sighing and simply curling into his hold. "Five more minutes..." You uttered softly, closing your eyes and listening to the thrum of Haganezuka's heart. ~~~~~~ Enjoy my word vomit, I rewrote this after realizing I was gonna have another situation on my hands. So the first draft is shoved in my docs.

Oh sweet lord above... that... was...

[kirbyli]

' ¡no! ¿de verdad? ¿te se cayó por aquí? ' ya se ha olvidado, como cosa instantánea, del golpe de la cabeza ajena contra su pierna, que ni fuerte había sido. o al menos, no lo suficiente para que ella lo sintiera, dado el alcohol y los otros estímulos del ambiente. ahora toda su concentración está en juntarse con ella en la misión, lo cual inicia poniéndose de cuclillas. ' dios, seguro lo patearon entre todos. ¿era grande, pequeño, delgado, grueso...? ' no se le ocurre otro adjetivo, pero se toma su tiempo en encender la luz de su propio teléfono, para alumbrar el suelo. ' si era de esos grandotes, seguro lo encontramos más fácil - y, por cierto, un anillo grandote de corazón rosado te quedaría perfecto con tu outfit. '

frente choca contra la pierna de la persona que tiene en frente, causando que eleve la mirada. con linterna del celular encendida, está arrodillada en el suelo buscando algo, pero parece misión imposible considerando el alcohol en su sistema. ' oh, lo siento ' dice, apenada. ' se me cayó un anillo y es de mis favoritos ¿lo has visto? es rosa y tiene un corazón, creo que se cayó por aquí ' señala el área general con la luz, esperando que le ayude.

[fluffa-mocha-bean]

I drew Link ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[galaxirin]

Bloody Crow’s Confrontation with the Holy Blade, 5 days after Maria’s Death

Other comics here

[howdygravytrain]

aymeric's a simple man: he sees wife, he loses his shit /pos UwU

a simple set done before dawntrail (i think i'm nearly done sharing all the pre-dt screenies??)!! also granson somehow getting his ass transported to the source works because yes 🤠 super short, but as always transcript is below!

TRANSCRIPT

Panel 2: Granson: Who is that hot lady?

Panel 3: Aymeric: THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE!!!!

[fisheito]

@trainto1925 coincidentally i have just arrived

The soft ones ARE choosing violence 🥰