#like what if. Twirls my hair.

[recitedemise]

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: no longer accepting.

Admittedly, she's not wrong. Shadowheart, as far as Gale's concerned, is her own one-man indomitable army. In fact, the wizard's of the thought that she could reap an army—and through wordcraft alone. Through blades? Have mercy. Looking at their foe, Gale quells the Weave that throbs his fingers. His skin cracks like a vase held together by ink, and for all his kindness, his needless generosity, his blight-bitten arteries burst like fruit. He scents thick ozone. And burnt, crisp flesh.

Gale turns. Before him, like some maligned, haunting, and impressive pillar, frightening Shadowheart stands and waits. Bravely, he, as hubris asks of him, holds his ground. She offers the sight of a wraith, a whisper dragged out the bowels of some taboo tale, but Gale's long dabbled in necromantic arts. Daring her, he hides his arm and steps beyond a corpse.

"I'm fairly certain, Shadowheart," he starts, "that it's no grave assumption to say you're known to abysses." Beside her, he lowers to his knees. "I won't rob you of whatever comfort they afford you, mind, but I find there's no chasm you need wander alone. As it were, to cast a brilliant shadow, one requires an equally brilliant light."

Witty. Gale smiles. He checks the corpse, pocketing an artefact that smells thick of magic. He's a vessel of thunder, a sizzling tempest in the still of night, and Shadowheart, reaper, doesn't fear penumbras—but Gale, companion, cares for her.

"I'm quite happy to continue lighting your way—if you'll have me," he says.

[beebfreeb]

If I saw a nutcracker nobody could stop me

[suckdickforcoin]

Im gonna put him in the microwave for 3 minutes and add butter

[g1ngerbeer]

percyposting once again

[hejee]

stop staring and help him 😭

[pandalikeelf]

endless arthur pendragon gifs (10/∞) 

[storge]

She hasn't gone mad from pain. It's just that her inner feelings have been suppressed for too long.

The Double (2024) 1.11

[smovs]

sketches & screenshot studies for my Barret gold saucer date rewrite

[keylimeart]

Lorna and Wanda,,, the Slay Sisters

+ close ups in case the quality is wack

(shoe close up because they're my favorite thing to draw)

[checkadii]

I think I’m normal about him

[mohntilyet]

okay this is actually just bias now so before you read what i have to say i did warn you. yes illario would never be able to beat lucanis at being a crow or an assassin but you know what he would beat him at. being a lord of fortune. hold my hand as i take you through my mind palace and introduce to you my ideal post-game vision for illario dellamorte

[system-architect]

Enlightenment always comes at a price. Now you must pay for what you've learned.

i was both shocked by the lack of kudu fanart and the fact that i had never drawn him before ssoooo.... yknow 💃

[l1li4n]

they need to be put in time out

[yomeiu]

can you see me clearly?

[so-very-small]

“Hey- whoa man, you haven’t been this tiny in a minute. Are you alright?”

I am not alright.

I am half an inch tall, hopping from letter to letter on my phone, composing a text draft so dramatic it could be on par with Greek myth.

“I blocked Sam,” I say. My (comparatively) giant friend lights up. “And then I unblocked them. And then blocked them. I went back and forth on that til I was about a foot tall.”

“Dude.”

“Now I’m trying to text them and man, the phrasing, it’s-“

And with that, I’m snatched up by two fingertips taller than me. They’ve always been gentle.

“Okay, you’re staying with me til you’re over your ex, buddy. And til you’re a bit taller.”

(And they’ve always been firm, when they’ve needed to.)

They set me on their shoulder, ignoring all protest as they grab my phone and delete the poem I had been composing. My swears don’t even phase them. I know it’s for the best, but dude, that took me like, an hour of cardio to type.

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).