#kingdom for a kiss

[charlie-rulerofhell]

"I'll be back. I promise you. And everything will be alright."

[retquits]

falling stars 🌠

prints: here and here

[redundantz]

Smooches*

[98chao]

in this life, there's no room for you and me

[justn0t]

the dark side of the moon is probably cozy

[the-name-is-hoggle]

"Even if I am the poor choice, I wouldn't have let her just hit the desert sands. I would've found a way to break her fall one way or another. I didn't need magic to save a girl last time."

Hoggle answers with the ghost of a grouchy huff, for a moment looking all the world just like he had at the start of the journey. Before the magic of Spring had started it's work in smoothing out his wrinkles and sharper edges.

He could hardly argue against such a test. It was just the way fae worked. Especially with such high stakes involved. But still! Hmph!

The moment passed, and he then was walking across the platform to the side where the sand horse still waited. Grazing lazily at the few remains of cacti in the "front yard" of the castle. Hoggle raised a hand and more plants began to grow around the cactus. Date, apricot, pomegranate, plums, various desert friendly citrus- the knowledge of which plants to grow for the area and climate came to the dwarf's mind as if he'd always had it. And he knew he'd very much hadn't just a few days before.

All the same, Hoggle just lets it come to him. Trusting the magic. He uses it as he needs to. Soon enough, there's a fine selection for them to pick for breakfast. He grins at the handiwork for a moment before turning to the Summer Queen with a questioning look and a nervous show of hands.

"How's that?"

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stench of this terrible blog…bleck!”

[frenchiefieart]

kiss kiss fall in love

//starts breakdancing

[cryptidmickle]

a little late to deny the kiss pv

[krn-art]

An ending/sequel to my other Noa x Mae comic~

This was heavily inspired by that OTHER yet same Tarzan scene, you know the one. I love her t-rex arms pose kfjdsfjfkjh. Noa craddle. OTP strong.

✧Reblogs help artists more than likes ✧ ~Please don’t repost or use my art~ (Commissions are open right now in my shop!)

[janayuga]

Me: i hate shadowmilk

Also me: first thing I draw after a 4month long hiatus? shadowmilk

Anyways- i love these two idiots sm

[mmmilkweed]

DRAW MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE CATCHING SMILK AND PV MAKEING OUT AND MY SOUL IS YOURS(pls)

hi guys. even slower updates as i help my friend clean her home c:

[cherrybitezz]

the only tattoo i want when i'm older <33

[kaktusjin]

After training with Bernard

[destiny-islanders]

atlantean pop idol sora kingdomhearts fancam

inspired by this post everyone's been redrawing

[rollingeevee]

Wait if we have the Beasts bites what about Anciens?

Maybe in AU where they also corrupted or smth like that, how would their bites be like? (Ofc u don’t have to answer that im just dumping my ideas here xd)

I actually think I have an ask about Ancients somewhere else in my ask box that I plan to answer soon (they don’t have a bite but they do have smth similar in a way) but you specifically mentioned corrupted Ancients. And that inspired me… SO HAVE A TRUTHLESS RECLUSE X READER ONESHOT! MUAHAHAHA

You can now find part 2 here!

Warnings: A lil suggestive?

“Pure Vanilla, please!” You begged your lover. “Our friends need our help! I don’t understand how you can just sit here and refuse to acknowledge that!”

Pure Vanilla, or Truthless Recluse as he’d renamed himself, remained silent. He stared intently at you, a gaze that used to be so warm and filled with care and life, now reduced to tired, intimidating darkness.

As you pleaded with the one you adored so dearly, fallen to Deceit, his mind swam with thoughts. Shadow Milk had allowed your stay in the Spire with him for a reason yet unknown to you. But the reason was becoming apparent to Pure Vanilla. Shadow Milk knew of the relationship between the two of you, and he knew that with corruption now plaguing the Truthless Recluse’s heart, it would only be a matter of time before the once compassionate Cookie found himself overcome with that Beastly urge to bite. And Shadow Milk, ever the lover of theatrics, wanted to see the once so pure Cookie give into his new, corrupted urges. To embrace the inner Beast that he knew lay dormant within.

He was taken out of his thoughts when you announced that, if he wouldn’t help you, you would find and help the young Cookies on your own. He seemed to snap to life at that declaration.

His arms were around you before you could reach the door, pulling, almost yanking, you back into the depths of the room Shadow Milk had provided for him. You turned to face him with a scowl. “Pure Vanilla, let me go!”

“Stay.” Was his only response, though it was more of a command than anything. His tone had lost the warmth you’d come to know and love from it, replaced by a cool, possessive rumble from deep within his chest that seemed to vibrate your entire body.

Your expression became desperate. “Please, my love…” your voice was quiet and despairing. “Please… let me go… or come with me… I cannot allow Shadow Milk to torment those poor children who have done so much to help you… to help us…”

His grip tightened. “You’re not going anywhere.” He asserted.

“Pure Vanilla-”

“Don’t leave me…” His voice was but a whisper this time, far less oppressive and dominating than his previously issued orders. Almost… vulnerable. You felt a spark of longing familiarity in your heart. You raised your eyes to look into his own. Those tired, beaten eyes shimmered with anguish and a helpless need for your presence. Pure Vanilla was still in there… somewhere… buried deep, surely, but he was there.

With soft eyes, you turned your body to face his and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He nuzzled his face against the top of your head, nose buried in your hair. He sat down upon his bed, dragging you down to straddle his lap so that he could hide his face in the crook of your neck. As he breathed in your scent, the muscles of his body seemed to relax. It was another glimpse of the Pure Vanilla you knew and loved, further solidifying your belief that the Cookie you adored still existed amongst the corruption. But your focus on this caused you to fail to catch the feeling of his lips twitching against your dough.

What little was left of Pure Vanilla in the corrupted cookie urged him to stay calm. To resist. But Truthless Recluse could no longer fight the urge to bare his new fangs…

You heard your lover suck in a breath through his parting teeth. His body was tense again, now feeling akin to a predator poised to strike. Before you could figure out what was about to happen, he sank them into your soft dough with a hiss. You cried out as the area was flooded with a chilling cold that quickly spread throughout your body like a potent venom. You felt him exhale through his nose in what seemed like relief, the urge that had been gnawing at him since he fell into Deceit finally sated. You weakly whined as he swiped his tongue across the fresh mark that seemed to pulse with magic, unable to move as he pulled you so close that there was no longer any space between your bodies.

“All mine…”

[cureares]

shadowvanilla kiss messy doodle thing