#i'll make it up to you i promise

[spiritsong]

hawke tribute!!!! rip / good luck in the fade, ferru hawke (& fenris)

there's never been a realer one than you

[angelsandarsenic]

Happy New Year Pissers here's the rest of the corpse bride au!

Since it was originally supposed to be a oneshot I just added the second half to the same chapter. Also, I changed and added some stuff to the first half, so I suggest reading the whole thing over again 🎉💀

(oh yeah, I changed the title just in case you didn't participate in the poll)

[soaps-mohawk]

Just read the chapter and it was so good!! I’m just wondering, are the hidden broken cameras gonna be mentioned and how would they react? I’m so curious! (Remember to look after yourself!)

Aww thank you!!

And yes, we will get there soon. I've answered something similar before I got to this one, but yes. Give it a couple chapters. We're almost there.

[punkshort]

So excited for tomorrow! Can you give me a no context clue of something in the next chapter 💕💕

Oh yay!! I'm so happy you're excited!! So, a lot happens in the next chapter, it's actually quite difficult to find a snippet without giving too much away, but here we go (apologies for the screenshot, it's impossible copying and pasting from my drafts on my phone):

[star-named-riddle]

Day 7 - Wildfire

(It's still the 7th somewhere, I swear) This one is hot off the press, and long, and sort of smells like lemon

Bellatrix stood waiting at the door. She did not knock, there was no need. The Dark Lord would recognise her mind at his door.

The lock clicked, and the door became ajar. She pressed her palm against it and pushed it, bowing her head while keeping her eyes up.

Lord Voldemort tossed her the Muggle newspaper the moment she walked inside his study. She caught it, her eyes immediately drawn to the front page.

‘WILDFIRE ROARS ON’

Bellatrix laughed. So this was what the sudden summon was about.

“When I showed you how to control Fiendfyre, you rotten creature, that was not the point of it,” Lord Voldemort said, gesturing towards the newspaper, his voice slow and low but clearly touched by pride. “Read that article for me, Bella, and explain yourself.”

The Dark Lord did not bother to offer her a seat. Instead, he rose from his place at the desk and made his way to the tall windows that overlooked the gardens and the estate beyond them. He stood by them, looking very tall and very still, bathed in the light of the warm summer day.

Bella admired his profile. His thick but greying hair combed back from his face and temples. The scar that now crossed his right eye and paled its colour hidden from sight, yet present in her mind. The skin on the left side of his neck was marred, pulled tight and dented, as if it had been burnt badly.

Lord Voldemort turned his face to her, sharply. His eyes shone red in between blinks, going back to their dark brown colour the moment Bellatrix focused on them.

She was happily married to Rodolphus. She loved her husband, and they fit together seamlessly in all things. And yet… there was something here.

There had always been something, right from the beginning. Something neither her or her master had ever acted upon, except for that one time. He had always used her obvious attraction to him against her when in training. It had been a way to distract her at first, later becoming a way to test her.

“Do I have to tell you again?” His tone alone was a warning, a tug on the unseen leash he kept on her.

Bellatrix jolted out of her reveries, unfolding the newspaper and holding it straight in her hands.

“No, my lord,” she said, lowering her eyes minutely. She cleared her throat and read the title aloud, moving on to the text below it immediately.

‘The freak wildfire that started on July 29th burns on through Swinley Forest. The fire, which started at night three days ago, has consumed over 2000 acres of land. There are three active fronts, the largest being just over 3km. On stage, there are about 100 firefighters, with some 25 fire engines, being aided by two airtankers. The flames show no sign of slowing down, and the wind expected over the next few days will probably aggravate the matter. Canada has offered to reinforce the firefighting crews with two more airtankers, expected tomorrow.

The fire broke out late on the 29th. The first call came in at 9 o’clock in the evening, mentioning a roaring fireball at the heart of the forest. No clues have been found as to what started the fire, which was quickly dubbed a freak accident by locals. Several people claim the fire seemed to move willingly at first, quickly advancing through the forest. A second ball of fire was seen 20 minutes later. The first firefighters on scene described a front of over a mile, unnatural in its shape and expected course. An investigation has been launched.’

Bellatrix meant to flip to page 10, where there would be more information, but was cut short.

“That’s quite enough, Bella. Now, tell me how you did all that, and what, in Merlin’s name, came over you that made Fiendfyre in a forest seem reasonable.”

Bellatrix looked up, fighting a smile. Her master did not sound displeased. He was somewhat amused by it all if his tone was to be believed.

“I was chasing two wizards, my lord. Aurors. I stayed close to the most valuable one, but I could not let the other one escape.”

“Did I send you alone on that mission, Bella?”

“No, my lord. You sent me with my husband,” she answered, gulping at the memory of a delightfully naked evening with Rodolphus being interrupted by the burning of their Dark Marks. “And with my brother-in-law.”

“And you ended up alone?”

“There was a third wizard when we found the Aurors. They split, and so did we. I had Charlotte Corbin, Rodolphus had Caradoc Dearborn, and Rabastan took the third one.”

“Who was he?”

“One of the Prewett brothers, my lord. Gideon, he thinks.”

Lord Voldemort hummed. He had already punished Rabastan for his failure to capture his target. Bellatrix had tended to his wounds the next day, once she was done sorting her husband.

“And how come you ended up alone in Swinley Forest chasing two Aurors?”

“Caradoc injured Rodolphus, badly. He Apparated to the forest right after Corbin and I did. It must have been their plan once they lost us.”

“Corbin didn’t lose you…”

“She tried, my lord. She quickly realised she would not best me in combat, so she tried running. I managed to throw one of my daggers at her, and I followed her Apparition by following it.”

“Hm-mmm. And the Fiendfyre?”

“Caradoc was too dangerous to be allowed to survive. Corbin had filled him in on her case. He knew far too much, and he had to stop him from getting back to the Order with more information. Charlotte was already injured, and we needed more information from her, so I decided to capture her and kill him immediately. I couldn’t risk losing Corbin, not with all she knows.”

“And Fiendfyre was better than a quick Killing Curse.”

“He could have dodge it, my lord. He had before. The Fiendfyre would chase him, and keep him from focusing enough to Apparate somewhere else,” she said, a wicked smile on her lips as she thought back to the terror in the Auror’s eyes as the flames erupted from her wand.

“Show me,” he ordered, approaching her.

Bellatrix went back to the beginning in her memories, and waited as her master joined her in her mind. They both saw everything happen, following along. Lord Voldemort chuckled as the cursed flames jumped and galloped after Caradoc Dearborn while Bellatrix rendered Charlotte Crobin unconscious and Apparated away. She had left the witch locked in a barren room at Castle Lestrange, and then waited in the hall as both Lestrange brothers Apparated home for her to mend.

Lord Voldemort emerged from her memories then, not caring to dwell on the extent of the injuries to her husband and brother-in-law. She let her own memory dissipate, and opened her eyes to find her master looming over her.

She gulped. Her hands held on tighter to the newspaper, which crumpled and crackled beneath her fingers.

He was close, standing tall above her, his eyes inscrutable.

Her mouth had gone dry thinking of that one time he had kissed her before, in the Spring, and all of the things she had thought about ever since that day. She could feel her heart racing, the drum of her pulse silencing all other sounds.

Lord Voldemort looked down, watching his most loyal servant as she tried to control her breathing. He had liked that kiss. He had thought often about that kiss, and kissing her again, and had found himself lost in thoughts of doing other things to her. Things that made him harden and woke him up at night when his dreams went unchecked.

He perused her thoughts again, and what he found there destroyed his resolve to hold himself back. All he wanted was to kiss his Bella.

His brain had all of half a second to consider when he had become so possessive of her. But she was his. His pupil, his servant, his witch. His Bella sounded just fine in his mind, and from what he had seen in hers, she’d have no qualms about it either.

He nearly ripped the newspaper from her hands, tossing it aside. The sheets spread out, drifting apart as they fell to the floor. His right hand moved to cup the back of her head, tilting her mouth further up, and his left hand wrapped itself around her right wrist, making her step forward.

He kissed her, firmly planting his lips on hers. He wrapped his arms around her, possessively, and pulled her closer. Having not been given leave to touch his face, Bellatrix pressed her hands against his chest, wrapping her fingers in his robes, pulling herself up. She hummed into the kiss. And when she gasped for air, his tongue licked her lips, and robbed her of breath the next instant.

Like wildfire, their desire burned through their bodies, spreading, unstoppable.

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[nikkisticki]

RULE

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[leucoratia]

My favourite loser scientist (we are legally married)

Handplates!Gaster by @zarla-s (thank you so much for this AU it has given me life for the past 6 years)

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[dododrawsstuff]

Happy birthday Clavis!!

I'm not late this year, yay! (Are you proud of me, Clavis?) I wanted to make something special for him, so I tried to make an animation, I wanted to make him blink, but that was beyond my and my PC's capacity ahdhshdhd

Anyway, I hope you like it! I'll study more so I can at least make him blink ajshsjsj

Ikepri taglist: @keithsandwich @scummy-writes @bicayaya @natimiles @floydsteeth @lorei-writes @aquagirl1978 @ikeprinces-stuff @goustmilk @sh0jun @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @violettduchess (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist)

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[petricorah]

something something i will follow you into the dark (comic wip)

[link7057]

Stupid little Moral Orel comic with Orel and Reverend Putty to express something

[hawnks]

A werewolf knight promised a bride in return for his unflinching loyalty and unmatched battle prowess.

His Jarl thinks the most beautiful, talented, and wellbred Lady of the island will suit nicely as his gift.

But the wolf has already made his choice -- he'd made it long before he ever went to war. Everything he did, every terrible, horrible, deadly thing, he did it for her.

And since he was promised a bride, well. Who can stop him? It's his due, after all.

[a2zillustration]

The desire to draw these two again but without the motivation to make something more than one of these little charts (oops)

Thank you Valc0 for making the sheet!

[nuvimuvi]

💛I still love Nhad💚