#i promise i didn't forget about this

[laslow]

Camilla greeted him with a warm smile. "A happy holiday to you Laslow. May your good behavior continue into the New Year." She placed a kiss upon his cheek, her present to him.

There's not a lot that will surprise him these days. 1,000 year old dragon coming back to life with the sole intent of destroying his life? Been done before. Undead magical creatures serving said 1,000 year old dragon trying to claw his face off? So one lifetime ago. A date throwing water on his face? Happened just yesterday.

But Princess Camilla willingly giving him a kiss, without a threat following the sweet gesture, stops Laslow dead in his tracks. He blinks rapidly at her, lips parted in genuine shock. "I--ahem. Happy Holidays to you, Lady Camilla. Cross my heart and hope to die, eh?"

Another pause. He can still feel the impression of her lips against his skin. "...Say, why don't we celebrate early with a cup of tea?"

[ase-trollplays]

26. Forgotten - Taki

The path to the abandoned forest hive somehow felt longer than she remembered from her youth. It had been so long since she'd last visited the spot that she could barely remember the way. However, despite getting briefly lost, she found her old hive somehow still standing despite eighteen sweeps having past. Nature had long reclaimed her former home as grass grew uninhibited and untamed and moss and vines stretched upwards along the outer walls.

"It's been so long. Do you still remember me, old friend?" Takimi asked wistfully as she approached and ran a gentle hand along a patch of soft moss, some of which attached to her skin and was removed from the structure when she retracted her hand. She was unbothered and wiped her hand on a relatively clean patch of wall to return the flora to its home.

She walked around the hive and noted the places she would sit outside and draw, the spot her former lusus, Bearmom, would lay and allow her to rest against her plush, furry body. How was the old girl faring, she wondered. Whoever her new ward is was lucky to have her, and she lamented briefly that she was such an unpalatable charge due to her cursed sight that-- No, no, her sight is a gift. She shook her head to rid herself of such blasphemous thoughts. One of the messiahs' chosen should never criticize or show ingratitude for the power they've been granted.

Becoming bored with taking in the exterior of her old home, she took a breath and stepped through the entrance. She had to duck as her younger self hadn't considered just how tall she would be in adulthood. Takimi looked around and was almost overwhelmed with nostalgia. Her belongings and furniture were long gone, likely stolen, but she could remember with crystal clarity how the room once looked. The couch against the left wall, the large shag carper purple rug that occupied nearly the entire floor, the mirror above the small bookcase on the right wall, th--

A stack of discarded food containers sat in the corner of her old kitchen. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised that squatters had settled into her old hive at some point. However, she found herself annoyed that someone left garbage within her former childhood home, however briefly she occupied it. Looking around a bit more, she sighed when there was no trash can or even a trash bag in sight. Had that been stolen as well?

Irritation aside, she decided to make her way up the staircase to the upper floor. Just like with downstairs, dust swirled in the air as the moonlight shone through the cloudy windows. The bathroom door was conspicuously closed, but she didn't consider that worth investigating. A bathroom is a bathroom is a bathroom. It wouldn't be worth her time to open the door and look inside just to stare at an old toilet and a sink.

The real treasure was her former bedroom. She peeked inside the open door and sighed with nostalgia as she entered. Her recuperacoon was still there, though the slime had long since expired and dried up into a hardened crust along the inside. Takimi strode toward the closet and gingerly pulled the door open. To her shock, she was greeted not by an empty room but a small crossbow bolt grazing her shoulder. She gasped followed by a sharp hiss as she looked down at her now bleeding shoulder, then back to the troll who fired it.

There was an armadillo plushie under one of the girl's arms while in her other hand was the spent crossbow. Next to her was a small pile of three more bolts.

"G-get away! I found this place fair and square! You can't kick me out!" she shouted defensively. She couldn't be a perigee over three sweeps, and she was absolutely filthy as though she'd been living off the land for weeks. Takimi couldn't tell the child's blood color, but she assumed her to be a lower caste judging by her fear of her.

"Worry not, young one. I am not here for you. This was once my wrigglerhood hive," Takimi told her with a small smile as she ignored the pain in her injured shoulder. The child didn't relax in the slightest and instead briefly glanced at the bolts on the ground next to her debating whether it would be worth it to take her eyes off the much taller and older woman to reload.

"I... I don't believe you. A highblood like you killed my mom. Did he send you to kill me to?!" she accused and quickly grabbed a bolt off the ground and clumsily reloaded the crossbow while trying to keep her eyes glued to Takimi. Takimi's gaze turned to the stuffed animal in the child's arms; it was probably meant to mimic her lusus.

Still smiling, Takimi stepped back to give the girl some space and hopefully appear less threatening. "I understnad the loss of a lusus all too well, though I was abandoned by mine. I truly sympathize with being all alone so young. May my former home serve you well, young one, and may the messiahs see fit to offer you one of their blessings."

"Just GO AWAY!!!" the girl screamed and aimed the crossbow threateningly at her. With a small nod, Takimi waved at her and backed out of the room lest she be shot in the back and closed the door.

She may have long forgotten her old hive, but it was now home to someone new. She could live with that.

[justeddiediazthings]

[ideavian]

looks at you too. may i order a serving of break and/or future from that oc ask game

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

EE's worst future is one of his "canon" endings, which occurs if the Rarity ascends. Completely and utterly alone for the first and last time in his life, he surrenders all hope and gives himself up to the pearl rot, which will at least preserve his structure in pristine condition for centuries to come. There is no one left to see him at that point.

[daily-dose-of-bucket]

Day 177: KANNA HALLOWEEN DOODLES PART 1 (pretend it's Halloween still) (it's a working title)

[tiredbread]

for your work drawing prompts, could you possibly draw a little sol bufo?

Little Sol Bufo? More like launchpad academy wizard and his pal

two months later i finally finished this for u anon, thank you for the request!!

[orangeispice]

every spider-man fan has a slightly different view of what canon should be that is entirely separate from their own spider-man canon-divergent au in their head

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[frogpigeon]

His only family

[taddymason]

When lightning strikes

Jay can choose where he wants a lightning to strike from the sky, he can even choose to have one hit him without needing to redirect it. He can use lightning to recharge his energy, make his voice have the force of thunder, move and travel by electricity until he reaches the sky. A single command and he can disappear into a blue mist. Nothing capable of stopping him.

Congrats on the 300 followers, @sharksandjays!! This is my entry for the challenge!

If you have read my fic stormbound you will know in which chapter my hc of "Jay letting lightning hit him to travel through electricity" appears

[glitterfish1272]

stuck with him

[ase-trollplays]

>:3c--Oh hell yeah, that's practically front row seating. Catch me out here with a pair of binoculars and a couple of wine coolers so I can enjoy the show.

>> You chuckle a little at the mental image of Vaetra absolutely ragdolling all of them as they try to escape rightfully getting their entire shits rocked. You might even make the picture she sends your new lockscreen on your palm husk.

|3--And let's be real here: the cocky, stuck-up highbloods always carry cash. They get off on whipping out a six-inch thick wad of caegers to show how rich they are. If you manage to nail all of them, I bet they'll have enough combined cash to pay for all the repairs themselves.

Ya know, maybe I can dish out some justice for you when I inevitably kick at least one of their asses. I bet, being of higher castes, they are loaded. If we're really lucky, they'll also be stupid enough to carry cash on them. Let them help pay for their own damages.

I'll be sure to snap a photo, though you'll probably be able to see and hear me kick some ass from right here. Nice, comfy, seating. Wouldn't call it front-row, but close enough right?

[instantartific]

A (little late) doodle of Green for 1010 day ♡

Been thinking of slowly sharing my headcanons for some of these guys again, since a lot of them have changed in how I write 'em!

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

since i'm always writing 2137 things at the same time here's a short one-shot soulmate au of our favorite gays

shout out to @mapofyourstars who wrote the fic that inspired me to write this <3

[ccrisalright]

hahahgsahha heyyy fellas...

i present my first (and really only) Kindergarten OC ... Jerome's mom, Claudia Brennan!

I made this chick up yeaarrsss ago, but recently decided to redesign her for no real reason. Don't really remember why I made her a cop, but I liked it, so I kept it.

More rambling + Doodles under the cut :]

Like the entire concept of Claudia was, "what kind of person would make their kid go to school the day after his dad died?"

And I went, "an asshole!"

I never really thought of her in connection to the actual games, but I guess she could be campus police or something, and you'd steal her gun by distracting her with Jerome highjinks. Probably by putting him in mortal danger.

Or maybe steal her badge to get into some restricted areas or something. Or sell it! Who knows!

Claudia and Jerome's Dad (named Wilson in my silly little head) only got together because they got eachother's desire for power, and figured they should have a kid because. Continuing bloodlines or whatever.

Claudia doesn't hate Jerome by any means, she cares about him, but she wants him to be like his father. Strong, smart, and in a position of power. This doesn't change after Jerome tells her that his Dad is a criminal who killed kids (she thinks he's insane.) So shes very hard on him, and holds him to high standards that he can't really meet.

Don't ask about the "genuinely homophobic" thing that was mostly a joke based on a fic I was writing once upon a time...

Yayayaya anyway bye

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Sherlock is Limbus posting and excited about Project Moon... Nature is healing...

Hehe ... this ask made me smile, because this is honestly how I felt making my post, last night--like everything was alright.