#please ignore the mistakes

[morebird]

It'll only be a taste, I swear

[icarus-n-flames]

Another request I’ve seen a bit so have some 🏏 🐦‍⬛ food. Hope you like it cuz they nearly made me cry. 😭

[letoscrawls]

Can you draw please draw the best Bene Gesserit girlboss, Darwi Odrade?

spent an awful lot of time on this anyways here's mother

[kurlyfrii]

My first art post! Far from perfect, but overall I’m happy with how it turned out :3

[heart-of-the-party]

i wrote some angsty azune/estinien stuff! it’s mostly word vomit but yeah, i was wondering how to touch upon this when i played EnW and had an idea today.

for some context:

azune’s parents are- viera father, au ra mother (Frir and Asa Viraum)

they were renowned alchemists from thavnair and spent most of their time in The Great Work, they were both killed in an explosion at a research facility (very cliche, yeah). they had a child out of societal expectations and as such did not deeply care for azune.she grew up quite independent and alone and does not have a strong attachment to her parents.

"Viraum? Are you perchance related to Frir and Asa Viraum?", Nidhana asked, her gleaming eyes indicating that she already knew the answer.

"Did the ears give it away?", Azune asked, a polite and practiced smile on her face. Beside her, the 3 scions stiffened slightly. Urianger made a move as if to speak but Nidhana began to gush almost instantly.

"I knew it! You look just like your father. I was but a young girl when your parents used to work here, I have met them a couple of times many years ago and your mother's encouraging words really inspired my journey into alchemy. Almost everyone here remember your parents fondly and keenly feel their loss, I cannot imagine-"

"Ooh, good for them, for I feel nothing for the kind of people who decided their work is more important than the child back home.", saying so, Azune whipped around and strode out of the room. Estinien immediately followed her out. Nidhana blinked, clearly surprised and at a loss for words.

Urianger and Thancred exchanged looks, for now it's best they leave Azune to Estinien. Not a lot of people knew about Azune's relationship with her long-gone parents and evidently Thavnair has been a constant reminder for her. Nidhana's well-meaning but callous words were the last straw.

"Sorry about that, perhaps we should refrain from mentioning the Viraums at all. Azune shares little else with them other than the same last name, so let's not probe further than that, yeah?" Thancred's voice was light but his words had a tone of finality to them. Nidhana only nodded, apparently unabashed.

"I'll make sure no one says anything about them to the Warrior of Light. Everyone has their circumstances. It was my mistake to have made assumptions about their relationship." She suddenly stood up and clapped her hands loudly.

"Now then, let's get to work!"

Thancred and Urianger smiled and nodded, eager to get started and leave the awkward situation behind.

---

Azune walked a few paces ahead of Estinien. She knew he was behind her but she couldn't bring herself to stop and face him. She was afraid that she might end up lashing out at him. Right now all she felt was waves of anger in different tones- frustration, bitterness, sadness.

When they arrived at the cliffs of the Perfumed Rise, away from the bustle of The Great Work, Azune stopped. She heard Estinien stop too, he was close to her but far enough to give her space.

"I am sorry." she blurted out. In truth she was, she was the Warrior of Light, she shouldn't have been so overwhelmed by Nidhana's words. And she knew they were going to a place where her parents worked. Being viera as well as carrying the name of some of the most well-known alchemists in The Work was bound to lead to someone talking to her about them. She knew this and yet-

"Dont." he said, his voice soft but firm.

Tears welled up in Azune's eyes. Estinien is always so kind.

Realising that there's no way to stop her overflowing emotions, she broke down finally.

"I hate this! I hate what I am feeling right now. I thought I was over them but apparently not. I am so weak." she said, her voice quavering, making her even more frustrated. She barely shed any tears for her parents during their funeral, why was she being so affected now?

Estinien said nothing but moved close to her and tugged her hand, inviting her closer if she wanted it. She laid her head against his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt. Estinien held her close as she continued her rant.

"Why were they so nice and kind to everyone else but me? Everyone we meet remembers them fondly and I? I don't even have any worthwhile memories of them. I was alone the whole time. My mother said encouraging words to Nidhana, huh? Why couldn't she do the same to me when my first few spells failed? Oh right, because she wasn't home."

Azune's voice grew stronger and angrier as she went on. Estinien tightened his hold. He was angry too, on behalf of his lover. Coming from a caring and loving family, he was baffled that someone could leave their child alone like that. Azune deserved better. No amount of alchemical innovations her parents worked on was worth the loneliness of her childhood.

"Why have me if they didn't want to be actual parents? I don't know- I don't think- I.." she voice broke again and she cried harder, her arms clinging desperately around Estinien. His anger had already turned into concern as he ran his hand through her hair, hoping to soothe her heart in any way he could. He was never good with words, preferring to show his feelings through actions. And right now, all he could do was hold her till she calmed down. Just as he did before, after the events at The Vault.

Azune eventually calmed down enough and Estinien released her, his arms still hovering close to let her know he wasn't letting go if she needed more time. She stepped back a little and looked away sheepishly. "Thank you.." she said, her voice small and hoarse. "Sorry again. She was trying hard to avoid his eyes.

Estinien sighed. Both Azune and Alphinaud were annoyingly polite even to their closest friends. But it was also an endearing part of them and Estinien had begrudgingly learned to not argue back when they apologised or thanked him for the smallest of things.  

Before he could say anything, his linkpearl beeped. Thancred's voice came in, unhurried and casual. Apparently they had mostly wrapped up the discussions with the alchemists and suggested Estinien take Azune out for the evening before returning to The Great Work for dinner and finalizing the plans for the next day.

"Azune." he called. She finally looked at him, a small smile on her face. Estinien felt his heart squeeze at that. He smiled back, as he took her in his arms again. A thought nagged at him. Haltingly he tried to give it form.

"Perhaps- perhaps your parents had you for the sole reason that we'd meet and share our lives together. I am sorry your journey to get here was... hmm, shitty. Forgive me, I am not good with words and... mmf"

Azune's lips were on his, insistent and hungry. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him down deeper into the kiss. Though surprised at first, Estinien kissed her back with the same intensity. When they parted, Azune nuzzled his nose.    

"You know what, you're right. I am glad I met you, Estinien. You and everyone else. My real family."

What seemed like a lifetime ago, Estinien was ready to give up his life for Ishgard. It was his duty as the Azure Dragoon. Now, looking at the viera in his arms, Estinien was glad to be alive if only to be Azune's lance.

Both of them were broken when they found each other and together they had learnt to pick themselves up and live on for a better tomorrow. And now as they walked the coast of Thanvair, hand-in-hand, Estinien vowed to always be what Azune needed him to be.  

---

Walking towards the wizened dragon who was left with no will to live, Estinien remembered that evening in Thavnair. The feel of Azune against him and his renewed resolve. That was his last thought and his last wish. For her to see this through. Even if he were gone, she had to make it. She needed him to be a guide right now. And that's what he'd be. Putting his faith and love into the right words was a monumental task in itself but he did his best.

"Go, my friend." He smiled at her one last time before being engulfed by the cold darkness.

[espilled]

I fear enstars has been consuming me.... And the devil in my shoulder told me to lazily edit leo with my yume oc's color palette

[theaceofarrows]

Gotham citizen memes

[zzzx009]

SKKAUS WEEK

Day 5: phantom thief & detective

[kurooh]

explaining the basic culinary concepts of thanksgiving to choso goes in one ear and out the other, until you start talking about stuffing something, having to pack it all in so it’s full.

“cho, wait, the turkey’s cooking—”

he shrugs uselessly, yanking your underwear off and making sure to avoid the neat knot of your apron at your back. he’d pulled at your shirt eagerly before eventually deciding to leave you in your apron and whatever was beneath it.

choso spits onto his cock and slicks it up along his length, making his skin glossy and sticky. small beads of pearlescent precum spill from the slit of his cock, only adding to the lubrication and making it better. he gnaws on his lower lip as he guides his cock towards your quivering pussy, exhaling sharply when he pushes in.

that first overwhelming wave of pleasure is always the hardest to stand against—you’re so tight and oh so warm, slick walls squeezing him hungrily. heat burns at the back of his neck and he tosses his head back, shakily grabbing onto your hips in an effort to steady you against the kitchen counter.

“fuck, choso,” you moan, eyes rolling back into your skull. instinctively, your ass presses back into his pelvis, an obvious plea for something more. “it’s—‘s so fucking big.”

“it’s the perfect size for you,” he whines, shaking his head to clear the thoughts of cumming prematurely. “arch a little, please.”

you comply easily, choking on a sound of delight when he finally starts to move inside you. like an older car, it takes choso a little while to get it going, but once he does . .

small glass bottles of spices tumble around the counter when you push your arms forward, nails scratching at the granite as you search for something to get a hold of. his hips help to bully his cock deeper inside you, his tip kissing your cervix almost every thrust.

“f-fuck!” you keen, a sob tearing from your throat.

his fingers stroke over your back and he shakily reassures you, a large hand scooping under your chin: “i know, i—ngh, baby . . you’re t-taking it so well.” a beat of verbal silence is filled with desperate moans and the steady clap of skin against skin; when choso speaks again, he’s so far gone you can’t quite make heads or tails of his words.

“i-i love it—i love this pussy, i love you—o-oh god, ‘m gonna fuck you full, baby. gonna show you what stuffed really means.”

your legs tremble weakly, and your face is pressed against the counter while a few tears spill freely down your cheeks. choso’s heavy balls slap against your clit, begging to be emptied and lavished in attention. your back arches and your puffy pussy starts to flutter hard around his cock, teary cries of delight leaving your lips when he grunts and continues to fuck you.

“i-inside, i need to cum inside you,” choso gasps, hand dropping to your throat and pulling you back against him. the new adjustment makes it more difficult for his cock to slip out of you now, and easier for him to fuck deeper.

“cho,” you stutter out dumbly, not even registering the burning smell spreading throughout the kitchen, “jus’ fill me up, stuff me like you wanted.”

it’s as if the words command his body; choso’s breath comes in fast, wheezy pants as his hips stutter unceremoniously and he’s almost out of time to warn you. “i really will,” he gasps, voice cracking and words splintering, “‘m gonna put a baby in you, too.”

hot ribbons of white spill against your cervix, leaving his cock throbbing and soaking in his mess. choso came so hard you can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take for it to finally spill out of you — an hour, at least. his hand presses down firmly against the softness above your pelvis, and the pressure makes your cunt bear down harder on him, squeezing the last few drops of cum out of his cock.

“l-lemme feel it, baby. cum for me, please, need to—” he can’t even finish his sentence before you’re cumming so hard his cock is pushed out of you. it rests against his pelvis, twitching as he hears you ride out the high. it’s nothing but euphoric, filled with relief and excitement all at once—but the illusion quickly falls away when you smell something burning.

the something is your turkey that had been cooking nicely in the oven, becoming crisp and delicious. now, it’s blackened and reeking. choso lightly presses a hand to the center of your back and apologizes.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think—”

you sigh disappointedly, unable to recover much of the turkey. “i-it’s okay. there’s just a ton of stuffing for it.”

“stuffing?” he asks, as cum starts to drip from your cunt, making your inner thighs messy.

“it’s just an add on to put into the turkey,” you supply, waving plumes of black smoke away. “it makes it bigger, fuller.”

“so, like pregnancy?”

“i guess?” you ask, utterly confused. “who compares turkey to pregnancy?”

“it makes sense to me. i did fuck a baby into you, didn’t i?”

[sevrinve]

avatar aang 💨

[paxopalotls]

If you've seen my art for lmk you know I like to doodle over my pictures of the eclipse and yesterday I got to be in the totality area so I got some really good pictures! So obviously I had to do a quick doodle of Danny's glowy eyes

[ollywander]

@fluffyneondinosaur Newbie Professor Snape trying to manage it all. Thank you for the suggestion :)

[weepingfishturtledragon]

Imagine if Damien paid Billy to tell him all the justice league drama! It's a mutually beneficial relationship where Damien has an inside spy in the league and Billy doesn't have to worry about having enough money for food. Billy tells him about who was late to meetings (flash), what missions they're going on, all the bets happening, and just regular coworker gossip. Damien has to pay EXTRA money for anything about Batman. The best part is Damien gets to freak out Bruce with all his information.

Bruce: How do you know this????

Damien: I have my sources.

Billy eating a burger hundreds of miles away: 🍔 ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

[hammysamhah]

something great i had to make cus kevin hart voices george in the movie

[dimeadozencows]

This is how I always interpreted that scan

(the text says: tried surprising mondo with homemade chocolate on valentine's day but he walked in and found out without realizing these were for him so he's trying not to cry in an attempt to salvage this. (There's an arrow pointing at taka))

[boar-cry]

A Nightmare (Resignation) ▪︎ A Blessing (Confusion)

(flower meanings beneath the cut)

Emmet's two designated flowers are Asphodels and Zinnias. Asphodels usually represent death, but can also stand for remembrance and regret. Zinnias also represent remembrance, but can represent sentimentality as well.

Ingo's two distinct flowers are Foxgloves and Spider Lilies. Red Spider Lilies represent loss and separation. Foxgloves represent insecurity and delirium.

Both were given white Chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums actually have a lot of different meanings! From love to optimism, a long life and loyalty, but specifically, White Chrysanthemums mean truth and honesty.

^ also close ups