#she's my canon oc now.

[alicentsaegon]

Beron & LoA Mates au part 3 (?)

[murkshade]

shes normal i swear!! haha!! **kicks her crimes under the couch**

Softstar is for @dividedskiesrp!

[assassin-artist]

her lord

[anne-is-confused]

Inquisitor Lavellan's first time in the Hinterlands (colorized)

[keymintt]

she's my most specialest

[midnightmah07]

Was not gonna post this but!! Here's Yasmin, Bazel and Daim, Jeanne and Kalim's kiddos in the future 🫶🏻 this is a very messy and simple sketch and is 100% subject to change! But I still think this turned out super cute so I wanted to share :]

[h20milk]

i savored the red cheeks you showed me in the fields.

[crystallizsch]

okay so i loved @viperbunnies' purple heart sweater here and i wanted to draw it again but with more of yuusha's own style (while still somewhat matching jamil’s);; hope you don’t mind me sorta changing it up 😭🙏 i got inspired--

[sincerely-sofie]

It’s Narilamb fankid hours.

[starrysharks]

reassassination swap AU... fuckin.... unassassination idfk

[squidsmakemedelusional]

drops my favorite inkling and octoling

[myokk]

Being this close to her mother, Eloise was struck by their physical similarities. As a young girl, it had been impossible to see, but now that she was a young woman they were striking. She felt as if she were looking in a mirror, but a twisted mirror: everything that was warm about her appearance was turned cold in her mother: hazel eyes to a frigid silver, unruly brown hair to straight black; her mother’s skin was somehow even more pale than Eloise’s, as if she were cut from marble. Everything soft about Eloise was made sharp in her mother, and Eloise wondered what had made her this way. She was terrified that in twenty years’ time, the two of them would be indistinguishable.

Had Elladora Black always been like this? Eloise couldn’t imagine any time when her mother might have smiled, or even huffed in quiet laughter. No moments where she had been caught staring at her husband with love and warmth in her eyes. Eloise had only ever known her as an ambitious, cold woman who was always striving towards some goal, even if it was known only to her.

Someone couldn’t spend their whole life like that, could they? Even growing up at the manor, Eloise had always had Leo to confide in and love unconditionally. Had her mother ever had something - or someone - like that?

“Soon, we will be the family we were always meant to be,” Eloise’s mother said, causing Eloise to startle out of her thoughts and stare her mother in the eyes. They were filled with longing. They were mesmerizing. Eloise shivered under the intensity, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Soon, we will be back on our way to being the most prominent pureblood family in Britain, with the help of you and your brother. You can’t fail us. You can’t.”

From chapter 23 of my fic, Before It Felt Like A Sin

this post is dedicated to @elliecutte the only other person who is as crazy about Elladora Black as I am😌🙏

[hazelkjt]

Glamtober 24- "Dress To Impress"

"And you're sure this'll help?" "If that simpleton doesn't take notice of you after this, then he is by far the most dense man I have ever had the displeasure to know."

Lady Laniaitte de Haillenarte assisting Hazel in getting ready for an outing with one Emmanellain de Fortemps, mostly for the sake of her own sanity watching the "Will They/Won't They" unfold right before her eyes.

Hazel Glam-

Boulevardier's Hat (Jet Black & Dalamud Red)

Valentione Emissary's Ruffled Dress (Jet Black)

Dirndl's Wrist Torque (Dalamud Red)

Woodland Warden's Skirt (Jet Black & Dalamud Red)

Loyal Housemaid's Pumps (Dalamud Red & Jet Black)

Rakshasa Earring of Slaying

Archeo Kingdom Choker of Slaying

[technovillain]

some very rough sketches for the very awesome truman brain concept i have ^_^ { talk to me about it i have a big wall of text abt it on my phone and i wanna talk abt it please }

[meaningofaeons]

thinking about vidyadhara!reader x jing yuan ...

we learned in the recent quests that vidyadhara can indeed become mara struck under the right circumstances, but they're capable of molting and turning into someone entirely new, thus freed from the mara that once struck them ... but of course, along with the molting process comes the loss of memory.

so imagine a reader who was once great friends with jing yuan. the two grew up together practically, working in the cloud knights together, doing everything together. jing yuan, despite his newfound duties as a cloud knight, finds himself falling in love with you.

then, amidst one of the abundance wars, you are stricken with mara. he watches you go insane, just before you disappear. and then, somehow, you are gone from his life forever.

for years, he wonders if you perished on that battlefield shortly before he was dragged away from you. he wonders if you suffered. surely, with the insanity of the mara wreaking havoc on your mind, you had. but at least he can be confident that you would not have had to live through that for long... that's what he tells himself so he can sleep at night.

it takes the general so, so long to let go of what happened. centuries pass, and he's still not confident he can completely dash the thought of you from his mind when he sees a new stall open with a snack he thinks you'd like, or when he sees the tailor shops put out a new line of clothes in your favorite hue.

and then, one day, he sees a familiar face among the crowds.

jing yuan is so quick to rush to your side, trying frantically to catch his breath, to ensure that what he sees before his own eyes is you, not some vision made up by his mind, not a sign that he's succumbing to mara himself, but really and truly you.

yet you only give him a nervous half-smile, your form going stiff the second you see him. you bow politely, and ask if there's anything you can do for the general. you ask him if you've met before.

it's you, and yet it's not.

he lets out that small hum of his when he's trying to fight back the pain he feels. he puts on that placating smile of his when he's trying not to let his hurt show. and he shakes his head, though it takes him nearly a minute under your familiar gaze to do it.

"...no. forgive me. I must have mistaken you for an old friend."

it's you, and yet it's not.

and it never will be you again.

[miutonium]

The weird nerd in a labcoat that you talk to every week at the diner appears in front of your door with a rose in his hand wwyd?