#so bold so sweet

[marzipanny]

☆～（ゝ。∂）

[zombiequeenblog]

I was thinking about what the Cardinal must have thought when he saw Terzo carrying a bleeding Mouse and I imagine it was one of many instances where he wondered if he could get away with committing murder in the middle of the hallway. 😂

Here's a brief account of the Cardinal’s day before he turned down the hall and spotted Mouse, carried in Terzo’s arms, bloody and hurt from her fall outside.

You can read it here on ao3 if you'd prefer...

The Cardinal wrenched up and out of his dream, sheets clammy and twisted. His bare chest rose and fell, shaky breaths filling the dim room, early dawn just beginning to thread through the cracks of the dark heavy draping, and he realized he had wound his hand so tightly in the top-sheet his fingers were numb. Copia swallowed and allowed himself to fall back on the crimson bedding, staring up at the canopy above. He felt entirely unrested. 

She was dead, and he had been left to be vivisepultured within the coffin of a desolate life.

No. This was insanity; he was merely recalling the nightmare. Letting his eyelids drop, the smudges of black that never entirely left him still adorning his lashes, the Cardinal let himself remember.

A darkened chapel, hushed with grief. White candles burning with timid, reproachable flames, and pale flowers everywhere; lilies with sallow pitying hearts, and unbloomed roses, the Grenache blush within unseen. The thorns less so. All petty adornments utterly unworthy of what lay on the altar underneath a sheer white sheet.

Copia felt himself retch, and he quickly disentangled himself from the bed’s trappings of comfort, sitting up on the edge with his feet on the floor. His room was cool in its grandness, empty of idle folly and wretched fears in the stark beginnings of the day. Satanas. All was well. 

She was fine, he had seen her only yesterday, had he not? And he would most likely see her again today. Busy with her various tasks, clipping around corners in those darling mary-janes she liked to wear inside, her pleated skirt swishing. Or maybe she’d wear her more fitted one, and he could better enjoy the little curve of her ass when she wasn’t glancing nervously behind her. 

Copia breathed out slowly, running his hands down to rest on his knees, soothing himself with familiar thoughts of lust and debauchery. The girl lying helpless beneath him, her clear eyes wide if he wanted her to witness his cruel satisfaction, or closed in a purposeful stupor if he didn’t. Fine dark lashes fluttering, beginning to wet with budding tears he would cause her regardless. Delightful. Complete and utter control. Even as this indecent vision interspersed with the one of her in white, the Cardinal felt himself stiffening below in his boxer briefs. He let out a sigh, almost chuckling to himself. He really was monstrous, wasn’t he? Perhaps this was why the apparently and suddenly judgemental aether was tormenting him with the most wretched nightmares he had ever had in his life. His fists suddenly clenching, Copia almost smashed the crystal water glass he’d left there on his nightstand, feeling the frustration rising almost greater than his now throbbing and rigid cock. 

A shower then, both to wash away the terror sweat and to house a violent emptying into his furiously stroking fist, painting the tiles hot and thick as he groaned out his ghastly desire. Lest he rush downstairs to seize her at the gates, to ravage her on the front steps like a brute as soon as she arrived. That wouldn’t do. 

He whispered out his name for her, into the room’s emptiness, and setting a grim smile on his currently pale lip, the Cardinal shifted carefully and stood up to begin his mundane day of sin.

Later, the Cardinal stepped with purpose down the hall, cutting a commanding figure indeed in the black paint and cassock which denoted his station. Tall, dark, and handsome, in every way that said traits could be possibly simplified. But Copia was not a simple man; he juggled multiple roles within this subversive faith he truly respected, had dedicated his life to. Many facets of his position were presented in turn, to whomever required his skills, and in this way he went through the morning like a meandering but accurate arrow. Buffeted now and then by a trifling problem, a question in need of an answer, or guidance to come to the answer oneself. He handled it all; counsellor, comforter, educator, administrator. All these roles he employed, and employed fairly well, even with a niggling dread in the back of his sharp mind.

Not a dread of her, but rather of the thought alone of the absence of her; this vexing little creature who had captured his heart. Who haunted his very dreams. It was maddening how he couldn’t be free of her, and she didn’t even yet share his faith! This very faith which gave him the conviction to administrate to her in his own personal way. Passing the doors of the chapel, alone for one unblessed moment, he forced himself only to recall what he wanted; the sounds he could coax out of her lips when he was slowly sliding his cock inside her. How tight the feeling was, how her tense body responded to make his heart thrill. The little trembles, the gasps, the screams. How she would shake just before she came. Uncontrollable; she couldn’t hide it from him, he knew. How she loved the ways he could hurt her, and how she kept coming back to coax further hurt from him to suffer sweetly through.

He had never suffered under such a dark obsession before in his life, much less acted upon it. As he continued to walk the abbey’s passageways his thoughts were consumed with her; perhaps he was going insane.  He didn’t see her every day, but he could swear sometimes that he could smell her, taste the sweetness of her mouth, and her cunt, her very blood; could hear her own tremulous heartbeat running frightened, and utterly threaded throughout his own. Perhaps that was just his own fear, intertwined forever now within this terrible love so new to him.

He turned a corner and saw her covered in blood. 

Her face white as a sheet, her body limp in Terzo’s arms. Terzo, who was calling to him now. Her own mouth silent. Copia felt his entire world shattering around him. 

“What the hell happened?” he heard his own voice say. Suddenly he was with her, inside the medical room, and she was breathing, she was alive, she was looking right up at him with those eyes of light illuminating his entire purpose. 

Those same eyes dropping in shame, she explained how she had fallen and been hurt, like it had been simply trivial, no big deal. He wanted to strangle her, to kiss her until she begged for a breath. Perhaps he’d satisfy himself with slaughtering Terzo instead, in this very room.

“What the fuck was she doing up a ladder?” he snapped over at his distressed colleague. He couldn’t take his eyes off the blood flowing from her poor leg, it really wasn’t serious; his educated hands knew what to do on their own, but inside his mind he thought he might go mad with strain.

Everything was eventually sorted, even her stitches, his poor mouse suffering through that with an exquisite grace all her own. He almost took her right there on the cot, almost lost himself in the intoxicating beauty of her agony. And then it was done, she was safe and needed rest, and he needed to flee from her shivering breaths and the pulse in her delicate throat and the tears drying in rivulets upon her pale cheeks. 

He needed to remove himself from her, and go prepare. And later, when she thought herself safe still, upstairs in a room all alone in the dark, he would come to her. He would come, and he would attend to her again. He would drive the idling nightmare from his mind by indulging himself in his want of her, his need of her body and her soul. Her mind would remember nothing, but he would have something excruciatingly sweet to mull over until she came back to the abbey. Back to him, back right where she belonged. 

And he would give her exactly what she needed as well. 

[canisalbus]

hey there!! i'd been checking this blog for a while, and I really wanted to say you're a great source of inspiration haha! I really love your dog characters and your lore! The amount of research and dedication is really amazing!! about ludovica's gf, do you mind if I come in with my vision as well? I think she'd be a really fluffy dog, maybe with curly hair. so my mind went to the portuguese water dog; but then i thought of two versions: long hair and short hair. so i drew both (tried my best to make her look like a lady and not a grandpa haha)

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[marzipanny]

omg HARLZ..........

where are your horns and fuzz !! ft. my @marzipanny ☆ ⋆.˚જ⁀➴

[javierduffy]

I couldn’t get this out of my head when you both ship Javier x trans Kieran but in the opposite direction. Both out Javiers are off screen handshaking because ‘height difference?’ ‘height difference.’

BABAHSGHSB THIS PICTURE IS SO FUNNY YOURE RIGHT i think very little about tfem kieran but she's soooo sweet and with javier oouughh sob sob cry HE WOULD BE SO SWEET WITH HERRRR anyway you had me at "height difference" and t4t transhet javieran height difference has single-handedly sold me on their dynamic

[ratbugs]

i found a lovely little bold jumping spider in my millipede enclosure. . .

it’s too cold now to release it back to the wilderness so i put it in one of my jumping spider enclosures

already set up a lovely nest and it just got a worm!

though i wasn’t anticipating it, i’m really happy to have a jumping spider in my life again

[amelikos]

That scene in the new ep when Amethio's reaction was highlighted when Liko said she wouldn't give up.

[apocalypticdemon]

one of my kitties has baby's first vet appointment tomorrow (won't eat and threw up overnight :( ) but they've both been playing a bit! confident little lads, they are.

they're both very cuddly. I had hoped for affectionate cats, but the babies like. Straight up do not get off my lap. I've been awake for 5 hours and the whole time I've been in the room one of them has begged for lap time. I'm love them

[good-beansdraws]

Wooooo did an art trade with @ruvikdraws , I got to draw her lovely oc, Emilio! It was so fun drawing him -- he has such a sweet design and I hope I did him justice 📸✨️

[olliepurples]

mdarc chapter 4 spoilers (tw negative)

i'm a couple of doors into the mystery labyrinth, and it's getting a little annoying having shinigami and yuma go "but how could this have happened? who could have done this?" when i literally knew it was yakou as soon as the game told me that the poison had a delay. this is so silly like "how could anyone have got past this, they would have died in thirty minutes!" ok! narrow your suspect pool to people who die in the next thirty minutes then! damn!!!

[trans-yllz]

okay so as one of the people who years back had misunderstood your previous url, i definitely think the whole christian thing is such a reach... why would you have it twice. ? in addition to the obvious of like. wwx being a central focus. like it CANT possibly be more than a couple of people who made this mistake????? insane to me

I KNOW I'M LIKE. at Least two people have made this assumption and more have agreed that its reasonable and I just. I. in what world. In What World, on a blog about cql, of which wei wuxian is the main character, whose childhood nickname is "xianxian", is it more likely that "trans-xianxian" means "transgender christian" over trans wei wuxian, the guy whose nickname is "xianxian" and who is the main character of the show this blog is about. I can't stress enough how much this blog is about a show in which the main guy is called "xianxian" Numerous times. how does christianity make more sense in this situation

[canisalbus]

If your still undecided about what modern au Machete would have as a job, I would like to nominate him as a niche fashion model. Not like a popular celebrity, because he's not conventionally attractive, but he has that aura. He can Walk (in heels!!!)

I want to give him an excuse to wear all different kinds of fancy clothes, basically. He deserves to be dressed to the nines and glare down at an audience from the runway.

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[springbreezes-and-peonies]

For both Peony and Praespero: 🧣💄🐞

🧣 What comforts your OC? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how and why does it comfort them?

Peony: Peony finds comfort for the longest time alone as she lived alone for most of her life before meeting Taranza. She takes a lot of comfort in gardening and speaking to and singing to her plants. When she meets Taranza, he himself is a major source of comfort to her. He’s just such a gentle presence in her life. His voice so soft as is his manner. A comfort item she has, is her stuffed Como that Taranza gave her when she moved into the castle, his name is Jeri. His funny spider face reminds her a lot of Ranzie himself when he first gifts him to her and this calms her down in a strange new place. She squeezes him close to her when she’s anxious or sad even after so many years.

Praespero: Praespero’s biggest comfort is his best friend and loyal companion Bagel. Bagel can detect a “flicker” attack shortly before it occurs and wrap around him to keep him from being hurt during one when he’s alone, or go for help when they’re out in public somewhere and he needs help coming down from an episode or during one. (Flicker episodes are Praespero’s physical and magical form shifting rapidly across dimensions. It is very disorienting and afterwards painful for him often as it causes massive migraines and during one he can accidentally harm himself due to loss of perspective on reality/his surroundings. Flicker episodes are based upon seizures as a seizure survivor myself, I wanted to create a character who experienced something analogous to undo some of the stigma and how they’re often played for jokes). Bagel will also just comfort him when he’s stressed or depressed by cuddling up with him and sitting beside him for pets. They are soul-bonded and Bagel is essentially his service dog and familiar. Magolor is also a good comfort for Praespero once their relationship becomes more committed and serious, once they know each other better. Magolor is good at cheering Praespero up with humor and his lighthearted air. Something about his personality is oftentimes a great levity to Praespero who can sometimes, despite appearing outwardly so happy and put together, be very internally grim and fatalistic. He’s just very good at masking it behind a smile, but Maggie is luckily very good at telling when he’s masking those feelings, and rather than pry in the typical way, he’ll play and banter lightheartedly, removing some of the burdens of those difficult feelings from his shoulders. He really appreciates him. He loves to have cuddle time and grooming time with him (picture bunnies bonding with each other). It soothes him dearly to be close to someone like they are with no strings attached and no ulterior motives. He is very used to the ulterior motives. It’s refreshing to be actually loved.

💄 What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

Peony: Her face is a very interesting subject because until she moved to castle Floralia she never really saw a clear image of herself at all. Only in reflections of ponds and windows and the like as she didn’t have a mirror on her isolated, Sky-island home. When she finally sees herself clearly, she thinks she’s so beautiful. Not in a vain way, but in a sort of “that’s me? Oh golly. Look at me! I have all these little gold spots! And my eyes are so bright but so soft! And my smile!” She’s not socialized like most people so she’s no typical concept of beauty or ugliness or anything like that. She finds everyone to be beautiful in their own, unique ways. She doesn’t wear make up, save for very special occasions for fun and to be fancy. Her skin is naturally cleansing and restorative and only really needs a light washing daily to keep the moth fuzz clean. She really likes her freckles. When she first sees them she’s stunned. She thinks they’re like little kisses of sunlight. Taranza tells her as much too. And she likes her smile, she says it reflects very well how she feels inside when she is smiling.

Praespero: Praespero doesn’t just think he’s handsome and gorgeous and beautiful—he knows it. He’s often been praised for his looks, he knows he’s desirable and attractive. It emboldens him to be pretty flirty but he’s not one to brag about his face or anything. He just knows what he’s got if that makes sense. However! He is EXTREMELY insecure about the Star-shaped scar on his forehead the experiment left behind, the source of his dimensional shifting abilities. He doesn’t think it’s unsightly and he doesn’t think it makes him any less gorgeous, but he hates to see it. He hates the reminder, and he hates others to see it. He hates to be asked how he got it. He hates to have any attention brought to it at all. Lucky for him, it is very common culturally for his people to wear hooded cloaks. He will almost NEVER remove his hood around another, unless he trusts you and loves you dearly. He just doesn’t want to deal with the attention and questions that come with his scar being seen. He doesn’t wear make up, it’ll get in his bunny fur or caught up in his evanescent form. He does have a regular “skin care” routine in that he has to wash his fur and the skin on his face diligently but he rarely faces any sorts of skin issues. Features he loves the most are: his eyes, he knows they’re beautiful, set exactly like stars on his sweet face, and his nose. He has a very kyoot bunny nose. He knows he has an absolutely killer wink too. 😉

🐞 What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

Peony: A perfect day for Peony is gardening all day in the castle’s gardens with Taranza. They bring a picnic lunch, get their sun hats and garden gear on, and just take care of the plants all day together. Maybe pausing to dance under the stars once dusk hits, then going inside and curling up together by the fire, resting at last while he reads her something romantic and plays with her hair. She just loves being surrounded by their plants and being close to her Ranzie-Pansy-Dinky-Doo 🥺

Praespero: Praespero’s perfect day would honestly be a quiet, peaceful day at home with his dog and his man. Just sharing his research with Magolor and having him listen closely with him to everything he decides to present to him. Then they all gather some sleeping bags, find a very clear, soft field, and lay down in the grass and watch the stars. Bonus if there’s a meteor shower. Absolutely involves a lot of hand-holding and kissing and bunny-grooming-bonding. He loves closeness and cuddles. He’s spent most of his life being touch-starved and neglected. Being close and free with another means so much to him. And he just loves the stars and loves a genuine interest in his research. His anthropological endeavors are his pride and joy. All in all he’s a very soft, gentle boy who wants a soft, gentle day. And to see a meteor shower. He loves that.

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SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! I lost this in my ask box! AH! Tysm for the asks! I appreciate the interest in my babies! I love to talk about them sm!

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[yeonban]

※ romantic gestures. bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends). strikethrough for never.

WITHOUT FEELINGS INVOLVED (for fun / work)

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold  ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment   ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes.

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight  ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you" (<-lying odysseus replied...)   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

WITH FEELINGS INVOLVED (for a serious crush / lover)

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold  ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them (<-does sculpting count...?)   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes (<-matching clothes).

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss (<-ironically) ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight  ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you"   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

TAGGED BY: @cinderlynx THANK YOUUUUU QUINNIE! 😙😙😙 TAGGING: @diuvus (Misa), @dhabibi (Aven), @lunaetis (Eden), @pocketmedicine & everyone else who wants to do this!

[laulo821]

wanting to confess to crush but hes got a dad friend (who's also my dad friend) who's telling me both to slow down cowboy and to just book it and date my crush. like dude. youre Not Helping plus I Know Already Old Man

[hislittleraincloud]

Just read “she’s not alright,” pretty good. But that little tag about them being due for some wet sex and the little bit about the closet mirror facing their bed got me wanting a raunchy hate fuck haha

...I actually have the beginnings of one. It's an alt version of what happens after he tries to reject her (the black dress scene). 🫠 It isn't finished, but it's there.

^^^ I change her speech here a little, to do it.

I think I was doing a one off. I guess I'll have to finish it now, huh.