#not rook

[kalevalakryze]

This Is Not Your Weakness

I have just been thinking up middle paragraphs for each prompt on the bingo list and then trying to write around it. This one went longer than I intended and I’m not sure how I fee, about it? But… they’re my favorites so I’m gonna post anyway bc we deserve content.

“Scared or Ashamed to sleep because of their nightmares, especially around others.” / “head lolling as they no longer have the strength to keep it up.”

Mandalorians and fear was a tricky mix. Their entire lives were spent as both predator and prey, yet they were taught from a young age that fear wasn’t something worth feeding, that allowing that fear to consume you in the moment could lead to death. Bo-Katan Kryze had learned to control her fear before she’d started basic training, back when her father was around to teach her these important lessons. But there was no way to stop those fears when you were most vulnerable: asleep.

Bo’s best excuse for herself for each night of caff induced awareness rested on her reclaimed title. As mand’alore of a planet that had to build itself out of so many layers of ash and carnage, every hour of her time was accounted for. Eighteen hours of their nineteen hour cycle was spent busy: between getting satellites in atmo that would allow for off planet communication, to building homes, schools, and hospitals that could withstand the upper surface, to keeping Alamites at bay, recreating the boundaries between the two species.

She would sleep, sure, though never in the tent she’d set up between the two tribes. If she dared to close her eyes, it was in the privacy of her ship, moved further away from the others, and locked up tight. It was easier that way, when the nightmares attacked. She didn’t have to worry about the shame, wouldn’t have to worry about lashing out and hurting someone. She was fine alone. Always had been, always will be, thank you very much.

The lack of sleep had started to take its’ toll on Bo Katan, however, as she fueled her days with caff and tried to keep herself occupied. She wasn’t exactly a liability, yet. But she often found herself having to snap her head back to attention during her tasks, as if the helmet she wore to mask the bags under her eyes weighted several times it’s original amount.

Her last important objective of the day had been to visit with The Armorer. While the leader of the watch had passed control over to Bo fully, she still often sought out council on how to lead. She understood where she’d gone wrong in the past, had been so afraid of being like her sister, she’d tried to be a warlord instead (it felt like all she was good at, after all), so The Armorer would give her lessons, would help her understand a different perspective of it all.

The ringing of a dozen hammers ringed throughout the cavern as Bo approached, beskar being melted and forged by the adepts, tritanite and crystal being combined with imperial scraps to create their building materials being put together by apprentices and their foundlings. Despite all the activity, The Armorer was like a beacon to Bo, the way the blue flames of the forge twinkled against her helmet, or the way torchlight reflected and danced across gold paint.

“Funny, wasn’t expecting to see you here.” The Mand’alore greeted as she came to the woman’s side, observing as she worked a beskar plate into the shape of a thigh guard. The other woman was silent, though from the minuscule tilt of her head, Bo could tell the joke didn’t land.

“Come, lady Bo-Katan. While this cools, we can work on our next lesson.” The woman promised, setting aside the piece on a separate rack and stepping away. Her visor turned to stare into Bo’s for a step too long. “Perhaps we can even work on your comedy.” The mirth in her tone was palpable, though it left a pout on the niteowl’s face, which left her glad her helmet was on to cover a look so childish.

The Armorer led Bo through the cave system, torches lining the walls, as well as bits of plant life that had started spreading from the gardens. The two walked in silence, and it was then Bo’s head started to droop once more. Her feet kept moving, though only the scrape of her helmet against her breastplate was enough to jolt her back every few seconds. The Armorer, leading the way still, said nothing.

Soft light filtered into the humid natural greenhouse. Most who tended to the small farm and flowers were out at the time, giving the two the entire space to themselves. Out of familiarity, Bo sank down into a patch of grass. When The Armorer lowered herself closer to her side than normal, Bo didn’t notice. The smells and quiet were hitting just the right spot to lull her into that false sense of safety.

She hadn’t noticed when The Armorer started speaking, couldn’t process the Basic coming from her mouth as the other woman stayed on track for the entire reason they’d come down there. Every time her head lolled, she’d find herself snapping back to attention with the phantom pain of her hand being crushed once more, fingers flexing into tufts of grass to force herself to remember that they had healed, she had healed, and she was fine now.

The next time her head would drop and her vision would start to slip from reality, she’d felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. That arm was supposed to be safe, but in the moment, as she struggled between awareness and slumber, she couldn’t process that the arm was offering comfort, could only process the feeling of imperials hauling her to her feet, Gideon’s hand on her jaw.

“No!” She’d rasped, elbow flying out to jam into a beskar plate as she scrambled to her feet, arms raised defensively and breathing hard enough her vocoder picked it up, morphing and amplifying the sound. She blinked slowly then, head down turned to stare at where The Armorer sat expectantly. “I..” Bo trailed off, the muscles in her jaw flexing. It was a worry that ate at her often, finding new ways to prove to The Armorer that Bo was the last person who should rule Mandalore.

Instead of reprimanding Bo, The Armorer shifted, a gloved hand wrapping around her own. It only took a gentle tug for the woman to sink back into the grass, this time, close enough to The Armorer that she sat in the crook of her arm. “Remove your helmet?” The woman’s voice was low, soft, and undemanding. This time, offering a choice over an order.

Bo pulled her helmet off then, before the words finished leaving the other’s mouth. Her helmet was dropped into the grass with a dull thunk, where it promptly dropped over to its side, rangefinder dipping into the dirt. Her knees pulled to her chest then, one arm wrapping around them so her vambraces caught against her knee plates, while her other hand tried in vain to wipe the exhaustion from her face. She didn’t want to look at The Armorer, but soon found herself staring into a tinted visor anyway.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” The Armorer stated the obvious, like Bo needed to hear. She could feel the biting retort forming on a heavy tongue, though a tilt of the Armorer’s head, signaling her intention to continue, put that fire out immediately. “You’ve spoken, recently. That we should be setting examples for those who look to us for guidance.” And yeah, Bo remembered that day clearly. When things had been manageable enough with the thrill and the high of being home again had been enough to force the nightmares away. It never lasted, though.

“Your fears do not make you weak, Lady Kryze. You will find that those who follow you will not think less of you, when they see part of themselves they can relate to in someone.” Hearing it from someone so unflappable in everything, like The Armorer, who probably could have handled all of Bo’s trials with ease, only reignited that spark, that part of her that was so angry and looking for direction.

“Says the statue.” She’d snarked out, eyebrows furrowed. Green eyes squeezed shut tight, because she didn’t mean it, she hadn’t wanted to lash out on someone who gave her everything- before she could spiral more, she felt a hand interlocking with her own. Fingers molding together like they’d been made for this specific purpose.

“I have been afraid many times.” The Armorer admitted, visor not once leaving the fixed position on Bo Katan’s face. “Leading the covert somewhere new each time had been terrifying. Facing the Reptiles that rose against our covert the first time Ragnar attempted to take the creed, waking up with no memory of what had happened… it was haunting, bo Katan. We have all suffered, and we all have the right to handle our emotions, our fears, however we see fit. But brushing them aside may lead you to be just as big a liability as one who freezes in the field. Being Mandalorian does not mean you are unfeeling. You are worthy of the same time, care, and respect as any other.”

Bo’s mouth opened, she wanted to retort, of course, she’d never been good at allowing silence to hang, but… she hadn’t gotten much time with her sister, all things considered. And yet, Satine’s voice rang in The Armorer’s words. An older sister trying to talk a reckless child off their path, to make sure she understood that the same care she gave to others, she deserved in return. She’d brushed it aside then, had called Satine soft. But now, she found herself nodding mutely. ‘One does not speak, unless they know.’ And she didn’t know, didn’t know what to say or do, aside from nodding her head.

The silence hung for some time, as The Armorer’s head turned away. The arm never left her shoulders, Bo was glad, and as her head started to lull again, she felt herself being tugged closer. “I get nightmares, a lot of the time.” She’d admitted, arms wrapped around her legs, eyes half closed, hair falling forward to tickle the back of her neck. The Armorer, for her part, only moved to look down at the Mandalorian against her side, silently urging her to continue.

“About Gideon, usually. Of the purge. Of Death Watch and my sister…” she trailed off, because how could you talk about a death you’d only felt? She’d created enough scenarios in her head since she learned her sisters fate, could imagine the entire memory as if she’d been there, watching as the dark saber went through her sister’s back. Just like with Pre, and the way the Zabrak had brought the blade down against his neck faster than the man could even finish speaking.

“I always wake up feeling worse, like I’m going to leave my ship and I’ll walk right into any of those memories. Like every choice I make could lead to the fall of Mandalore, again.” She couldn’t stop once she started, even if she’d wanted to. Speaking of them was making those fears real, but they felt… like an obstacle to work through when they were palpable.

“You will not lead to the fall of Mandalore. And you hadn’t before.” The Armorer finally spoke. “I understand you surrendered the Darksaber to Gideon in an attempt to save our people from more harm, you couldn’t have won in any situation. Surrendering then gave you the ability to be here, to walk this path, the right time. Mandalorian’s are no longer killing each other. That would have never been accomplishable had you not walked both ways. This is what is different between then and now. We follow you not for the darksaber, who’s legacy died with it, but for your ability to unite.”

“You are not a destroyer, Bo-Katan Kryze, you are a uniter, a warrior, a Mandalorian.” And kriff, if that didn’t make Bo’s heart stop, the tears that welled into her eyes were wiped away quickly then, as she trained her gaze literally anywhere else. “These nightmares are not your weakness, either. You have overcome many obstacles on your journey to this point. Your song speaks of your hardships and your triumphs. When it is sung amongst our next generations, they will not remember you for your fears, they will remember you for who you are. The uniter that brought our people home.”

Bo’s face was pressed into the side of The Armorer’s breastplate at this point, her cheeks tinged red as salty tears carved paths down warm cheeks. “Thank you.. I think, I needed to hear that, more than our normal lesson.” She finally spoke, inhaling the scent of the flowers, and the woman beside her. It was enticing, the way the sweetness went with the smell of soot and leather.

“You did, however, I believe you may need sleep, more than any more lessons in learning the truth about yourself.” The other woman stood then, leaving Bo on the ground to lean against nothing, before she was helping her Mand’alore to her feet. Once steadied, she’d reached down for Bo’s helmet in the grass, wiping away the green blades and the dirt that had time to settle. The piece switched hands back to its rightful owner’s, and Bo dipped her head in thanks once more as she pulled it back over her head.

The Armorer once more took the lead through the tunnels, leading Bo back to the forge, and then outside. Instead of parting ways like Bo had been expecting, The Armorer kept leading, past her tent and to Bo Katan’s. Wordless understanding passed between them, and Bo led the other woman inside.

The interior was spartan in design, considering how little it was used as a sleeping quarters. A data pad sat against an old wooden crate, with her drafts for the New Republic still waiting to be checked over. Her cot, still stiff from whatever factory the vendor on Nevarro had obtained it from, sat unmade against the far corner, positioned in a way that she would be able to see whoever entered before they saw her.

The two didn’t need to speak, as the golden helmeted warrior moved the data pad and sat on the crate, which creaked its protest at the weight, but still held strong. Bo dropped herself onto the edge of the cot, exhaustion weighing her down as she started to remove her armor. With the Armorer right there, it encouraged her to be mildly more careful with each piece than she had tended to be lately. Carefully stacking them beside the bed in a way that she would still be able to dangle her arm and touch Beskar.

“I will be here, for you.” The Armorer promised as Bo lay back, pulling rumpled sheets forwards her chin as green eyes watched the other woman. She hadn’t wanted to admit her relief at the assurance. That when she woke up, even if she would be walking into a hell scape of her minds creation, she had someone to hold onto, who wouldn’t let her deal with it alone. When she fell asleep, it was blissfully silent and dark, aside from the way, even in her dreams, the view of crystal fractured sunlight gleamed off a golden horned helmet.

[legionofpotatoes]

The Veilguard

[honestlydarkprincess]

standard ear piercings count

each hole counts as one piercing to me (except for like connected piercings like the industrial)

*bonus points if you tell me what piercings you have

edit: accidentally skipped 19, so sorry if you have 19 piercings just round down or up, up to you

[chanafehs]

skyhold maid to a dreadwolf hunter? never underestimate a lesbian

[minas27]

GIVE HER BACK TO ME 😭 TAKE CRISTON COLE PLEASE

[chromatic-r]

I love how the game tries to convince you that the First Warden is so unreasonable and annoying and a pisser when Rook talks to everyone like a flat earther. Like going up to your county sheriff and saying "hold all your calls. We need to focus on the real problem: Zeus and Aphrodite from Greek Mythology are in the White House and they have the nuclear missile codes" it's a wonder he didn't just kill them on the spot

[hmslusitania]

Origins: the world is ending and you and your one remaining coworker are the only option left to save it.

II: the unavoidable tragedy of a queer friend group/polycule trying and failing to save their fucked up city

Inquisition: you went to a conference and accidentally ended up in charge of saving the entire world (again) with a team of colleagues who are (mostly) professionals and outstanding in their fields.

**

Veilguard:

Rook: hey, I suffered from “sudden field promotion” after “fucking everything up worse than it already was.” I’m putting a team together to kill at least one, maybe three, Gods

Seven of the most unwell people in Thedas: say no more, I’m in

[papicup]

Ladies and gentleman....

Him

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(I was lazy to add hat that Jack was holding )

And the outfit is complete . Lilia what are you doing in the new event???? 🤧( i wish this was real )

EVery halloween without lilia is NOT complete ( coming from a person who don't even celebrate )

Me after this:

Can somebody tell me can i reblog but organize it so the posts are seperate or do i have to make a reblog acc ? I really wanna start reblogging but i feel like i will mess up the blog 🗿

[pawnyao]

Always an angel never a God

[eldritch-alicedoll]

his princess sketch version

Since I make it for my portfolio so I want to post my sketch hehe

[ephemii]

𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚! 📸✨

Grace finally has a Magicam account, and what better use for it than immortalizing their friendships?

.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ.

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I finally made an account!! First pic, tea party preparations with housewarden of Heartslabyul! 🌹🫖

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 LMAO? HE'S SUCH A PRUDE LOLL

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♠️ 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲_𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts dude you're aware that housewarden Rosehearts owns a magicam account right?

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 totes adorbs!! but kinda bummed u didn't pick me for such a cute pic idea... (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind Oh I'm so sorry!! I got so busy with preparations that it slipped my mind u_u; I'll save you a spot next time, promise!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ....okay so this MIGHT turn into a series. I pray to the Seven that Leona isn't active on magicam or else I'm migrating (he looks so peaceful tho, doesn't he?!)

🐺 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹__ Grace.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @jackhowl__ Jack...... 5 replies

🐆 𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 you owe me a deluxe cutlet sandwich now btw 😇

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I don't recall that being on our TOA?? 1 replies

🐰 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮_𝗻𝗽𝗰 ????? LEONA KINGSCHOLAR???? ISN'T THAT THE PREFECT WHAT. 1435 replies

🦁 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗺_𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟱𝟲𝟯𝟴𝟮𝟵𝟮𝟱𝟮 Sevens you narrow minded idiot.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is that literally fucking leona kingscholar 34572 replies

➻oh, except.... maybe they forgot one little detail...

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🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Decided to pay our octobuddy a little visit at the @mostrolounge this afternoon 🐙🍹What a face! (also, wow where did all of you come from?? Was Leona's sleeping visage that baffling of a prospect? ùᴗu,, actually, I'm now realizing that I hadn't even set this account to private...oops.)

🐬 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀.𝗮.𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘆 ahahah!! oh man look at his face! little shrimpy's got guts~

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 thanks for being the cameraman buddy ùᴗu ͙͘͡★ 7 replies

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 I'm surprised you didn't get ptsd just from walking into that room LMAO

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts hm okay how about you join me next time

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace no thank you <3

🐬 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲.𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵. hahah. how swift. perhaps i may join you one day to capture such riveting images. 3 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ok no I'm actually so invested we can't just move on from the fact that this guy showed up all of a sudden and just KNOWS Leona kingscholar personally?!?? 200 replies

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Another face cradled! And a dear friend hugged! Had a blast at this wonderful get-together in Scarabia dorm ☀️🏮🎇 I think I'm ready to sleep for a week though hahaha ^^;

☀️ 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗺✪ I'm so glad you came! I don't think I've had that much fun with friends in a while! You're always welcome whenever you feel like visiting 😊✨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @kalimalasim always!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME 1240 replies

🐍 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹_𝘃 There's still some leftovers if you'd like to take some for Grim. Or yourself, really. 2 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 oh okay so there's even MORE. why not. SURE. 212 replies

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Nothing better than a long evening spent with the beauty queen himself @vilshoenheit. And look, he reciprocated! How sweet~ 💜✨ A wonderful idol, an even better friend.

👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁✪ How precious. Do take good care of that manicure.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 Wait, Grace, is this a private post?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 will do! 🤍 2304 replies

🍎 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗹_𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 man you're better than me, i can't stand a second doin any a this balderdash

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 your loss,, it's sooo relaxing 🙂‍↕️

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 YOU GUYS I CANT COPE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE 784 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is this guy some sorta undercover cop or sum?? how's he got all these crazy ass ties??

🏹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸 oh, là là... quelle beauté, the calm before the storm~

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Seems like I've been graced with this nice little picture from @0r1h0_shr0ud2 during a visit to Idia's dorm! No face hold unfortunately, but it's quite cute!🩵🤍 Very rare, it seems Idia has yet to realize the photo being taken ^o^. Peep the adorable little PreMo gacha figure I got for him...? 👀

🩵 𝟬𝗿𝟭𝗵𝟬_𝘀𝗵𝗿𝟬𝘂𝗱𝟮 I was so happy that you decided to stay and keep my brother company, Grace Alexander-san. Idia doesn't show it, but you really made his day!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @0r1h0_shr0ud2 awww! I'm always happy to spend time with you both! 🤍 3 replies

💙 𝗴𝗹𝟬𝟬𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 woah when was this?! you can't just spring such a rare event out of nowhere! delete, delete!!! 5 replies

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 oh my Seven!! you both look so dope! truly inspiring— and can we talk about how *adorbs* you look with that biscuit hanging from ur mouth?? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind brothaaaa keep this up and you'll be fighting off rumors for days LOL ùᴗu ahuahu

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace OH U WANNA HEAR ABOUT RUMORS??? HAHAH

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 Am I tweaking or is that like. *The* Idia Shroud from the family Shroud part of the largest technological pioneers in Twisted Wonderland. Or am I insane.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 this HAS to be a social experiment atp?? What in the world is this guy's power??? 467 replies

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 it felt almost special, leaving my vest off. Maybe it was the winter breeze. Tsunotaro helped me with his cape, though, despite my insistence. What a sweet personality! 💚🐉 We took a long walk through an abandoned woods, found some gorgeous gargoyles. To end my little series, I asked to hold him as well. He doesn't own a magicam account so I can't tag him... But at least he can keep the pictures :) Hurray! It ends! 🤍✨

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 THERE IS NOOOOO FUCKING WAY I REFUSE NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THIS IS AN EVIL PRANK WHAT WHAT WHATTTTATSYSYTHJDHJ WHO IS THIS GUYYYYYY 1204 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 OH YES DROP THE BOMB ON US WHY NOT. OKAY. THREE OTHER CELEBS WEREN'T ENOUGH I GUESS. 762 replies

🦇 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗲 Grace, you must know I have never been so entertained in my long life. Why, Malleus himself sits beside me and stares down at the screen in bafflement!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @vanrougee ???? Explain?? ToT

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 @yuur_grace you sweet summer child 😭✋

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🐊 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝘇𝗶𝗴𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘁 @yuur_grace YOU ARE ENTIRELY UNCONNIVING. YOU PLACE MALLEUS UNDER INTENSE SCRUTINY FROM THE MASSES AS WELL AS LADY MALEFICIA! YOU SHOULD BE MORE MINDFUL, HUMAN!!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 OH my god.

HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WAS SO EXHAUSTING BUT SO FUN TO MAKE !!! 🩷🤍🩷✨✨ Also pls don't look too hard at the numbers ik a lot of them are wrong I'm sleep deprived and high on 3 monster cans 🤍

[mynqzo]

kiss from death

emmrich and my rook cecil ! (he/him)

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Twisted Wonderland icons!

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Pomefiore

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Please credit me when you use them. Do not edit my icons.

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Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

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This was my artwork for the TWST Rally we did for the past con here!! I was in charge of drawing the Pomefiore piece!

I adored making this and I hope I get more opportunities to work in other fan projects like this hehe