#thank you this was a delight

[flowers-of-io]

If you're still taking prompts, Sav/Eris #20? :3c

20. on a scar // Read on Ao3

The light in Savathûn's throne world is strangely diffused, one of the four suns having already dipped below the horizon and other two inching their way downwards. The fourth is in zenith right above the palace, framing the tip of the Spire like a halo. It should sting her uncovered eyes, Eris thinks, but this place was tailor-made for a Hive and so she figures it is only fair it accommodated the sensitivities of Hive sight.

They are in the gardens, Savathûn and her, strolling among the lush flower patches and neatly-trimmed hedges. The Witch-Queen's form is... strange, light folding on light and edges blurry, so mach that Eris finds it difficult to tell its exact size. Wonders of the mind, she thinks dryly. Even resplendent in Light, the High Coven is still the kingdom of deceit.

"I'm glad you don't hide yourself from me anymore," Savathûn says conversationally. She has stopped to admire a particularly scenic brook snaking between grass and marble, its surface azure-clear and shimmering in the sunlight. "Or from yourself, for that matter. It's a nice change."

Eris looks at her with a unamused expression. The Witch kneels down and now they are almost level, their shivering reflections side by side in the water.

"Do you interpret everything in relation to yourself?"

"I like seeing my work," Savathûn croons. "You're beautiful."

Anger flares in Eris, mixed with disgust and something else. For a moment she manages to blink away the shimmering veil of Light, and what she sees underneath is so crudely tangible--crusted skin around the eyes and chitin weathered by age, minute twitches of facial muscles. Flesh and bone and strength no greater than her own. Not an elusive queen of mists; a woman, a Hive, a body that will squirm and bleed if she cuts it. There is still a scar on her throat where Eris slashed it open.

She says, angrily, "You did not make me."

The Witch-Queen smiles lazily.

"I know you find the idea abhorrent, but when you think about it, how different has our dance been from the simplest sword-logic invocation of one's opponent? You created me." Her head tips to the side, eyes narrowed in delight. "In your furious search for means to destroy me, you have kept me closer to your heart than anything else you hold dear. You have changed me forever, and as such, by equality of force, you too have been changed."

"Do you feel so lacking as to need to take credit for I've done by my own hand?"

Savathûn laughs, of course she does. "Ah, maybe you're right in diagnosing this as a matter of pride. One wishes all the beauty they see were fruit of their own craft."

Beauty, Eris wants to spit, if only because this was the cost I had to pay to destroy you--but Savathûn's edges blur once again and she is suddenly so close Eris can see the delicate spiderweb of cracks on her chitin.

There is a pressure on her forehead, just next to her middle eye, a lipless mouth brushing again the skin and then murmuring, "But I can still admire the handiwork."

All she can see now is Savathûn's throat, the expanse of calloused, ancient skin and the scar slicing it in half. It is a thick and convex line, like a bank running across a grassy field. It bobs along with every breath.

Physical, Eris thinks, real. Is this what their siblinghood was? Gods to all but each other, intangible concepts with edges defined only by what can be scratched and choked and cut, the only forces in the universe capable of rendering each other real? Invocations hold power, but not as much power as a blade to the gut. Love is war, over and over, the clashing of territories and saying, here I begin, and thus here is where you are not.

She reaches out and traces the scar--first with her fingers and then, madly enough, with her lips. A warning. A gesture that says, I could to this again, and I would do this again, and here is where I define your borders and you must first get through me if you wish to challenge that.

The sharp contortion of the throat against her mouth--whether it is a laugh or a gasp, she is not sure.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying to my dog about food being 'spicy?'

A while back I taught my dog what spicy foods are (by letting her sniff them and saying "Uh oh! Spicy!") and she figured out that it means it'll smell/taste bad and she immediately loses interest. It was initially an accident but it became really handy in getting her to leave food alone if it might hurt her.

Recently though I've started saying "Uh oh! Spicy!" about any food I don't want her to eat. If she's sitting and staring at me eating a regular non-spicy snack and I don't want to share, I'll tell her it's spicy so she'll stop begging for it. She believes me 100% of the time. She does have a 'leave it' command that she obeys as well, but she always acts so sad whenever I tell her to 'leave it' and it's something she wants.

I feel a little bad because she's an older dog (10y/o) and maybe I SHOULD be sharing my snacks with her, but sometimes a man's gotta enjoy his food in peace without a little creature gazing longingly at him the entire time and crying like the world's soggiest beast.

Included is a picture of her making her very best begging face so that everyone can accurately judge how evil I am for lying to her.

What are these acronyms?

[magicicephoenix]

Poor Sunny is at his thin line of patience! How about we add a new rule buddy, shall we!?

*scribble scribble*

There! Now they should stop with that "I was crazy once and yada yada yada"

The new rule said "At the daycare is not allowed says I was crazy once or jokes that are close to it"

If they keep going well, I guess you have to ban lots of people Sun *shrugs*

finally, Sun gets the break he deserves 🙏

non-anon askers tagged under the cut :)

@jfjustjackie

@star-bean-shine

@thefallenhumanlivingnightmares

@ender-eyes

@dimension-hopper-anon

@chaotic-beehive

@jack-o-moon-askblog

@youracebuddy

@tired-robo-mask

@raccoons-in-a-dumpster

@justfangirlstuffs

@newstar11

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[circusballoon]

jumping aboard the Loop plush bandwagon because I'm still here just thinking about Small Loop but the plush's green glow is so funny to me I gotta do it

[hydrachea]

Oh yeah, the polycule is poly-ing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!

[frogchiro]

Here is an idea but a feral Minotaur König to juxtapose Gladiator Ghost.

Minotaur König belongs to @kneelingshadowsalome so if you want more of it please go check her blog out!! She's so talented and pays so much attention to details, I'm in love ;;

But! I imagine Minotaur! König to be something more like a spectacle, something to be presented and paraded around like the most prized bull for the peasants to gawk at. And he hates it. Despises it. He's been captured and enslaved like some animal and shown off as if he's more of a possession than actual living, breathing, sentient being.

He wouldn't be even let into the Coliseum in fear of someone actually besting the 'beast' and what would that mean for those soft, spineless men in fancy clothes who make a fortune out of him as he's paraded naked all over the Coliseum, his tail lashing behind him and his ears twitching from the noise. Shut up shut up shut up shut-

Suddenly the entourage made out of guards is stopped in front of a luxury balcony where apparently the most fancy people sit and-

Imagine Minotaur!König being given to you as a gift for the fairest Lady (Y/N), the esteemed Lady-In-Waiting of Lady Jokaste, sister of the Emperor. This wonderous beast was bought by her and given to you on your 21st birthday, the most rare of gifts and 'the rarity only fitting for a rare beauty like you', sung Lady Jokaste as she gazed at you with fondness while you literally couldn't utter a single word.

Imagine that although technically König is your possession in all means, you still treat him so so gently and carefully, putting healing ointment on his scars and new cuts instead of perfumed oils which irritated his wounds and skin further. You massage his strained muscles gently and shush him whenever he starts making loud, booming noises, probably of pain leaving his body.

And you're so skittish too, adorable. Like a pretty young doe you flinch at the slightest movement the bull makes, the jingle of the thin chain attached to a joke of a collar makes you jump and flush at the deep chuckle of the beast but König is delighted that he can make this pretty nymph jump and twitch, however he'd rather like you twitch on his large cock...

Speaking of which, yeah he hates wearing that pesky loincloth even if its silk, so most of the days he just forgoes it and walks around naked in all his glory. His huge, fat cock often twitching and leaking thick sperm whenever he catches your scent which is everywhere in your chambers or even better if he catches you when you're sitting around and lounging or preparing for a bath and you catch his heavy, lustful gaze :((

He chuckles, rumbles and chuffs at you from his place on the comfy bed of pillows and furs, laid out all bug and spread, his heavy, veiny cock spurting out so much cum it stains the pretty soft pillows and his full balls are so huge and so heavy, they are starting to ache y'know? :((

Why don't you come here pretty little nymph? All he wants to do is thank you for your kindness by tickling you with his long tongue and giving you his calf, wouldn't it be perfect? </3

[kk1smet]

teeny tiny tiny drarry in this popular meme

[airborneice]

i think we all know who the REAL star of season 3 is

i'm making a vague attempt to pace out this season by doing a drawing after each episode, so anyway here's my new fave character

[artist-rat]

commission for @amys2885 of their wonderful tav, Cali, and Karlach 💛

[factual-fantasy]

Emmet, Ingo, Selena! A wild Kermit has jumped on you guys!

What do you guys do???

[noxious-fennec]

He lends very well to dramatic lighting

Comm for @cannibal-crxw :D info here

[mossspond]

Hii :3 I don’t have an official fursona just an idea of them but my favorite animals are tigers. I imagine them to be a fat butch tiger with generic orange coloring but thick and swirly black stripes, and kind of a sludge/slime theme but subtle. Don’t worry if you don’t get around to this but it would make my day

Everyone, say thank you butches...

[valtsv]

hey dude i saw your post about cutting thumb holes in stuff and being reminded of high school and well. i feel like i should tell you that i am a funeral director and embalmer and i cut thumb holes in all of my surgical gowns so my sleeves don't bunch up under my gloves when im embalming people. and yes it does feel very "goth kid who got a real job" thanks for asking

the internet is such a beautiful place. where else can you make an innocuous personal post and learn life changing information like this through connections with other human beings only made possible by the world wide web.

[solhunder]

Hi! Could you please draw Little Baby Man lying on his back playing with a butterfly?

Sam said she would take him to the butterfly sanctuary only if he promised not to smack anything.