#thats me and my wife btw

[fffrost]

yee haw

[linthehero]

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but, bryce tankthrust.

[crescentfool]

graduation day 🌸

[sysiheart]

It is nuts that I wouldnt fight Eurylochus for stabbing me but I would fight him for opening the wind bag

[hiemaldesirae]

crimson peak inspired radiostaticrose where duke alastor and his good friend rosie come to america in search of a sponsor for a hotel endeavour alastor's goddaughter charlie is running. though valentino, the wealthy businessman they're appealing to finds the pair to be no more than pretty faced scammers, his younger brother vox (the heir to the fortune given valentinos current childless state) is enamoured by the both of them and eventually swept off his feet by the duke, who declares an intent on marrying him.

of course valentino can already sense theres something up here but before he's able to do anything about it- ah, rosie's got a hammer in hand and a specific location she's intent on putting it- and vox, distraught and comforted by alastors loving embrace, is brought back with alastor and rosie to hazbin hall. there he meets charlie, whos trying to run a hotel in town and is convinced by rosie and al to help the girl with her endeavour

through the time he spends at the mansion with his husband and rosie though vox finds that hes growing weaker and sicker and as winter approaches its slowly becoming worse and worse. at first he thinks it might just be from the cold, but he soon realizes that something else is wrong. he finds a puppy near the house that both alastor and rosie have strange reactions to- he thinks he hears one of them whisper 'i thought that thing had starved to death already' despite denying that they'd ever seen it before, and, perhaps more pressing, the ghosts he used to see in childhood are back once more, each of them whispering in his ears and telling him that it isn't safe and that he should leave.

one night, vox goes exploring, led by the ghosts of his nightmares and the tiny puppy who he'd named vark. he finds a suitcase with a label that says mimzy and a roll of wax cylinder recordings, and the next morning he snatches off the key from rosies keyring to unlock mimzy's chest. inside is a couple of letters and a gramophone. when he uses the gramophone to listen to the recordings, suddenly things start to fall in place. mimzy, who had been alastors third wife, detailed the poisons the pair had been feeding her in her tea and how they had also- in her suspicions primarily- been eating people behind her back, and she was scared for the safety of herself and her pet.

vox, of course, upon learning this information immediately makes to leave for town, hoping that at least charlie still has sense and hadn't any idea of what her godfather and his best friend were doing. but he's far too late: winter has set in and the snow is piled too high for vox to leave without becoming stranded and freezing to death via hypothermia.

and even besides that- alastor and rosie hadn't planned on letting him leave, either. after all, he was the first one to pique their interest beyond being an indulgent meal and moneybag: perhaps, if they played their cards right, they could keep their sweet little wife close by their side.

[theyneedhelplol]

hot take: I think writing fanfiction, specifically the Y/N ones, about real people is lowkey disturbing

[blyszczopies]

one thing i miss the most about old deviantart that also no longer exists elsewhere is how you had a special tab where all your notifications (new drawings and journals etc posted by the people you watch, all the comments and favs you received, etc) would show up and you had complete control over it. if you didnt want something saved you could just delete the notification. if theres something you would want to keep forever all you had to do is not delete it. also everything was put together into categories, so if you wanted to only look at new deviantions you could do that. you could read the new comments and not get everything else from your notifications marked as seen therefore irrelevant. like just the fact you could come back to stuff without it getting buried under all the new notifications.

everything has feeds now that you can scroll through endlessly. where also all the new posts bury the older ones. if you see a long post from a mutual but you dont have the time to read that cause youre gonna miss your train if you do. sorry mate i dont think i will ever gat the chance to read that. so happy for you. or sorry that happened.

also all the nice tags i got under my drawings. or like just any tags i enjoyed reading but i did not reblog the same post again just to prev tag it. buried under all other notifications forever.

like even post-eclipse deviantart notifications tab sucks. i had so many deviantions that i havent seen, because i wasnt as active on dA anymore. but i would come back to them. except all the notifications older than a year get wiped out. for some fucking reason. i had several commens saved in a special, separate folder, because they were very important to me. i dont think i can still view them

idk man i just want her back

under read more because of how long it is. but like do you guys get it .

[cherry-shipping]

thisis. embarrassing It was embarrassing 2 make and its been sittin in my drafts for like a week. but anyway Hi 👋

[anxiously-sidequesting]

To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope

[idiotsonlyevent]

hello! where are the meijack panels from if you don't mind my asking? is that the adventurer's bible? if it is do you know where I can read it? sorry if this is a really obvious question, I've only found Japanese copies when I google it and I'm not fluent enough in that yet. thank you for your post and for being CORRECT about chilchuck, and have a lovely day!

no worries - it is! you can find a mega link to download the adventurer's bible here (also linking the full post i got it from, because it has the link for daydream hour and a bunch of other art books as well!). if you'd prefer to not download something or don't have the space, i use mangafire, and if you'd prefer a physicial copy, you can see if your local library has it!

for reference: meijack (and the rest of his daughters) appear on page 20! also there is an updated version that hasn't been translated yet, though i anticipate we'll be getting it in 2025/2026, since it just came out last year.

[rexscanonwife]

I gotta replay Pikmin 4 I miss my wife 🥺💖💖💖

[newbiealliance]

im so scared of the last episode of the miniseries

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[vanillabat99]

If you ever wanna draw my fursona, go right ahead!! If you need references or anything, there are some older ones available on my desktop theme, but you can totally ask me for recent ones!!

Feel free to draw my fursona interacting with your OCs, fandom characters, playing dressup, anything!!

My only major rule is that you don't seriously ship my fursona with your own sona. Jokey ship art is totally fine!! Also, if you post it to your own blog, please tag me!! I want to see it!!

- Dinner date with Hatsune Miku? Go for it 👍

- Making out sloppy style with Shadow The Hedgehog? Go for it 👍

- Couples drawing of your sona and my fursona being lovey and romantic? No thank you 👎

If you want to draw anything more explicit than mentioned above, more info is below the cut!!

For NSFW involving my fursona, please look at the info pinned on @puppybat99 for themes/scenarios. Anatomy is "feminine" and flat chested!! (Sorry for being so vague here!!)

For violence directed at my fursona, pretty much anything goes!! Please do not depict my fursona being violent towards others.

- Injuries? Go for it 👍

- Gore? Please go for it 👍

- Death? Go for it 👍

- Sobbing, screaming, crying, etc? Go for it 👍

If you have any questions about anything not explained here, feel free to send a message/ask!!

[butchyena]

my gong bao peppers arent turning red so i picked one and took a righteous bite cause i was worried they wouldnt be spicy yet. anyway i just spent four minutes coughing and my lips are numb

[collegeboysam]

been watching house of the dragon and the uncle-to-niece/nephew toxic staring got me fucked up. gothic romance but make it inbred dragon royal family