#ty mar

[windsstrike]

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[jamtamart]

what conclave movie did yall watch

[booart5]

Did this for my sisters when they finished Sailor Moon <3 @tot1701, didn’t render it fully the way I normally do, also TOTALLY traced the background bc I just didn’t feel like drawing it

Progress shot and timelapse under the cut

[suugarbabe]

alright wifey, here's a little request for ya. I'm thinking enzo in a modern au at a haunted house or something and he works there as a scareactor, reader is being dragged there by their friends and gets scared by like everything. maybe a little mean enzo like at first he just finds it funny how actually terrified they get when he scares them so he starts following the group to pop out at them everywhere but like he also thinks it's kinda cute?? also I need him to wear a mask. maybe after reader goes on a mission to find that annoying actor to rip that stupid mask off his face and then they realize oh this guy is kinda fine. hope this makes at least a little bit of sense, love youuu 💕💕💕

I love love love that you suggested Enzo because I think his build (at least how I see him) is perfect for this 😇 and perfect for spoooky season 🎃

an: this turned out waaaay longer than anticipated, i may have gotten carried away in the spirit of the season; hope it does not suck

Frustrated. Livid. Infuriated. Pick a synonym for anger and you were feeling it right now at every single one of your friends that have dragged you to this god awful haunted house. And it seemed like you were the only one who felt this way. Around you were squeals and giggles from people excited to either enter the haunted house or playful screams from those being approached by the scare actors tasked with keeping the patrons adrenaline up before entering the main attraction.

Your arm was looped with your friends next to you and you squeezed her closer as two short clowns came dancing by, giggling and twisting their heads this way and that at the people in line. “Babes, I love you, but if you hold my arm any tighter I might be able to join the crew as the new one armed woman,” Daphne started teasing, even though she, herself, also took another step backwards with you as what appeared to be a headless man holding a rotting jack o lantern on stilts made its way through the crowded line.

"Listen, I agreed to come. I did not agree I would enjoy it; this is your own doing," your hold did not loosen as the line began to move forward. A girl about your height stood at the entry, clad in what looked like an old hospital gown covered in different splats of blood; some that looked like handprints. Her hair styled in two messy pig tails atop her head with the makeup on her face applied to make her look more pale and sickly.

Her voice was higher in pitch as she counted the people being ushered in through the entrance door, "One, two, oh you will do quite nicely, yes; five, six, beautiful jacket I hope it survives without getting blood on it." You and your friends just barely made the cut, settling into the room with the others. Your plan was to hover in the background, hoping that if you avoided the front that other people would take the brunt of the horror of the house.

The sickly looking scare actor's voice was suddenly right behind you, so close it felt like she was whispering in your ear and causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, "Most people think that the back is the safest place to be, but it's far easier to get left behind," she circled around your left side, head titled and pig tails dangling. The singular white contact in her right eye made her look a little extra deranged which only made you shudder more, "We wouldn't want that happening to you, now would we?"

All you could manage was a quick shake of your head as a sickly high pitched giggle then erupted from her lips as she maneuvered her way to the front of the room where three doors stood on the back wall. "Our house is full of fun and adventures," she slapped her hand against the door in the middle; a loud, ripping of a chainsaw sounded causing a number of people in the group to jump. "I never leave because my friends are here and we just have the best time playing," she slapped her hand against the door to her right. A sharp, piercing but muffled scream emitted from behind the wood, "HELP ME, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME, GET ME OUT OF HERE, SHE WON'T LET ME GO!"

The sickly girl held her hand up to her mouth as she smiled and softly laughed, "She is so silly, isn't she silly?" She asked a woman in front of her who seemed to nod in agreeable just to avoid what may have come with telling her no. The sickly girl then pointed and wagged her finger at the door on the right, pouting her lips, "I'll deal with you later, friend."

She turned back to the group, unsettling smile almost too wide on her face. She walked sideways to the door on the left, placing her handle, "The glowing arrows show the way if you were to choose not to stay," she opened the door wide, plastic flaps you would seat in a meat cooler hanging in the doorway. "Remember, don't touch my friends and they won't touch you," the front of the group started through, the sound of the plastic flapping against the walls on the other side.

As you and your friends began to enter, the sickly girl was behind you again, "And don't get left behind." You gasped, turning around only to be met with the door slamming in your face. A large white sign with what was supposed to look like blood (but you were hoping was just paint) read "NOT AN EXIT" dripping down. You turned back round to see Daphne starting to walk away from you.

Hurriedly you caught up to her, holding on the the sleeve of her jacket and your group began to maneuver themselves around the maze like hallways. You weren't completely wrong about your idea to stay in the back. There were a few jump scares by scare actors while in the halls that by time you reached them they simply growled or barred their teeth or fake (very real looking) weapons towards you.

"I fucking hate it here, Daphne, I will never forgive you for this--fuckING BLOODY GOD DAMN SHIT HELL!" As the rest of the group began to enter a large black lit room with what sounded like a dozen creepy clowns in cages, a lone scare actor with a mask leap from behind the door right in front of you. His mask was not necessarily scary, per say. But the realistic ness made it all the more creepy.

He towered over you, his mask emulating similarly to an old porcelain doll with a few exceptions. There were large holes in each eye, so what you were terrifyingly looking into were the actors actual eyes. A large crack went across the left brow to his cheek, dark almost black looking blood coming from it. The bottom jaw was separated, but held together to the top half of the face with wire threading through where the lips should be. This gap allowed you to see where his lips should be coated in fake blood.

You were frozen to the spot, the scare actor in front of you flashing a smile of perfectly white teeth had they not had smudges of blood over them, "You're getting left behind, love." You turned your head to see your friends in front of you again, hustling your way back to them. You grabbed onto Astoria's arm this time instead, "I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here." Astoria just laughed, encouraging you to 'just have fun with it', as you all made it through the first room and into the next.

Something was starting to make you think being there was actually making you go crazy as it seemed like the same porcelain masked man was in every other room in the house. He popped through the window of the run down shed seemingly aiming to scare you directly as his low deep voice called out to you, "Hiya, darling," Another string of curses flew from your mouth, "Shit shit fucking shitfuck." You tried your best to push your friends further in the group, swearing you heard a low chuckle behind you.

He was seemingly chained against a wall two rooms after that, arms spread on either side of his head. While everyone else in the room was being frightened by the other actors, Porcelain mask seemed to be calling out to you once more. "C'mon baby, come and save me, won't you set me...free," you let out a high pitched screech, jumping further away from the wall as one of his hands seemed to burst from the chains and grab out at you."

"It's fine," Daphne assured you, "he's not going to touch you if you don't touch him remember?" You started walking in front of her, "I know that, but someone should remind him." Astoria playfully rolled her eyes as she held the curtain back for you to enter the next room. It seemed as if you were in the clear of Porcelain mask, the last two rooms you went through having no sign of him.

To exit the haunted house you had to go through a more narrow, very dark (very dark) hallway to the last door. It was a swinging door on side hinges, you knew it was the last one because every person who exited in front of you gave way to the sounds outside. So close, you're so close, you kept chanting to yourself like a mantra. It seemed like the only real scares in this area were random recordings of screams or quick flashes of light on a grim scene on one of the walls.

Keeping your eyes forward and aimed at your target (the door), another flash of light occurred. Only this time, you saw him. Porcelain mask was standing flat against the wall and when the light flashed, his head jerked quickly, looking straight. at. you. Trying to keep your cool you held your eyes to the same spot as to be aware of where he was and be able to dodge any attempt he would make.

Only when the light flashed again he was gone from the spot. Thrust into darkness again you went to grab Daphne's hand in front of you. Something wasn't right; why did her hand feel so...large. Another flash of light and you see that Porcelain mask is not only in front of you...but you were holding his hand.

Once again cloaked in darkness you were pushed against the wall as the lights began to strobe. The scare actor had a large hand on each side of your head, tall and broad towering over you. The flash from light to dark ness made his movements all the more horrifying as he tilted his head to the side before slowing bringing the mouth of his mask next to you ear, "Do I frighten you, angel?"

You ducked underneath his arms and bolted for the exit door. Pushing through it harshly, the hinges creaking as you made your exit, you frantically searched for your friends. "Over hear!" Daphne waved you over some ten meters from the exit, "You nearly did get left behind huh?" She meant it as a playful joke, erupting in teasing laughter as you flipped her off.

Over her shoulder you saw none other than Porcelain mask exiting the haunted house and heading towards a fenced off area. "I'll be right back," you tossed over your shoulder at your friends as you made your way in the same direction as the person that was torturing you all night.

You found that, luckily, the area wasn't really fenced off, and you were able to slip through a slightly open portion to what you discovered was like a 'break' area for the scare actors. You glanced around, spotting the porcelain mask sitting on top of a picnic table, three or four scare actors standing around and chatting.

In some new found confidence that was bubbling in your veins, you marked right up the table, snatching the mask and holding it up, "Who's is this?" A creepy clown and bloody hospital patient took a step back. In front of you, a tall man with soft brunette hair turned around locking your stare with his, "Looking for me?"

You wrapped an arm around your middle, "Y-yeah, who do you think you are, huh?" The man laughed lightly, "I'm Enzo, so very please to be formally introduced. And that's mine, angel. Can I have it back?" He wore a shit eating smirk, coffee brown eyes twinkling with delight.

The mask was most definitely his. The only horror makeup on his face where the crack in the eye would be and around his mouth. You stood up slightly taller, "No, Enzo, you can't have it back." His eyebrows shot up cockily, "Oh? And why's that?" You stared at him dumbstruck for a moment. His eyes had a playful glint, smirk so deep that dimples popped into each cheek.

You felt a blush creep up your neck under his gaze but you did your best to keep your voice steady as you spoke, "You think that just because you have adorable little dimples under this mask that I'm not going to be mad at you for following me around all night?" His head tilted slightly at this, not much unlike when he had you pinned against the wall in the last hall, "You think my dimples are adorable, hmm?"

Scoffing you look off to the side to break eye contact, "I, erm-" He cut you off, taking a step closer to you, your knees hitting the back of the bench, you reach for the tabletop behind you, clamoring back until you're sitting atop the table. This does nothing but give him leverage as he leans forward now, placing a hand on the table on either side of your hips. "S'alright, you're quite adorable too," he leaned in closer, "s'why I followed you around all night. Cute little angel with the sailors tongue." He was so close, lips ghosting near the shell of your ear as he spoke, "Wonder what else I can make you scream."

[zukobeloved]

my fav female characters in general

theres a lot more but these are my most favs

[mochiwrites]

GOODTIMESWITHSCAR WHEN I GET YOU

[ladiemars]

commission for @lephenixrenaissaitdesescendres of their tav and astarion 🖤

[marzipanloves]

So what do u and macaque do when u guys have some free time?

It really depends on what we're feeling! We could be hanging out around the city, going out for the night or staying in, really depends on how energetic we're both feeling.

Macaque usually likes to lay around, generally low, chill energy, monkeys need a lot of sleep I guess! He likes to nap, especially in afternoon when the sun comes in the window of our apartment (yeah he moved in w/ me shortly before we got married). That is unless he's feeling particularly cheeky or mischievous, might be going off to grab a bowl of noodles while I'm not looking or just sitting with me while I work or draw or mess around on my computer or game systems.

Usually looks something like this unless he's lounging in bed or sitting with me.

[xxhyposisxx]

Yo. Hope your day's been going well. Any news/thoughts on where the other blorbos are placed in your mc au?

hey!! Yesyes!

I promise I will post other characters of my mc au!! I've just been struggling to draw them and have been very unsatisfied w the results and I like to post things I'm proud of :)

Here are the other characters!

Evie- Cave spider

Carlos- Pale wolf

Uma- glow squid x guardian

Gil- Drowned

Harry-vindicator

Ben- half ravager

Jane- Allay

Audrey- Vex disguised as allay

Chad- Silverfish(annoying fuck /hj)

Celia- evoker

Dizzy- spider

Squeaky and Squirmy- ghasts

Lowkey dont know what to do for Lonnie or Doug butttt

Squeaky and Squirmy I was kind of thinking like the new ghast update where they shouldn't be in the nether idk how to explain exactly but hopefully you get my vision!!

[codename-adler]

for the letter ask game: L

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Nicky Hemmick was once a scared and broken child, and though he survived homophobia and conversion therapy, and growing up too fast and becoming a parent too soon, that child will always live in him, thus he deserves kindness, protection, safety, fierce love and to be as silly as his heart desires.

[yo-snap]

gay, d/s, lmao

[mercless]

indulgently , but what would talon's impressions of rell be if the three of them travelled together ? and even more indulgently , does talon ever get used to yone's humming or whistling ?

Once they learn why Rell is also out for the harbingers Talon will settle with it, maybe shake their head and remark on how they were forming a crew to fight the inevitable. Without a history of family or even a place of belonging, there ain't much empathy they can share with her, only understanding for her search. Maybe be a little too pushy of a voice telling her seeking revenge will be good, actually. If Yone glares at them hard enough, they'll relent though. Nothing to the young witch personally, but Talon already doesn't handle company too well. If all three of them were to take up travelling, Talon would probably try and be ahead of the others, work as a scout. But this won't work during long trails of horseback. (getting a horse for them is also gonna be a problem with the beasts scaring so easily...) They'd ask Rell questions now and then on her powers, and what her trickery with metal and fire is capable of. Knowing a thing or two with their own magic of summoning brimstone weapons, they might even offer her pointers or help with her training. They'd also share stories of all kinds if asked, they might have one or two about other witches. This would all depend on if Rell even let them talk to her much, let alone tolerated their existence near her. Talon's very much on the same page of 'I would rather the demon-thing was anywhere but here.'

Noticeably, Talon would be standoffish and cruel when all three begin travelling together, making pointed remarks especially at Yone's expense. But as they went on, seeing both the gunslinger and witch's prowess, they'd become far less loose of tongue, and their avoidance would be more from something troubling them, than unfriendliness. No matter the outcome of their little venture, and if the harbingers can be stopped at all, Talon knows very well how both of them feel on hellspawn. And nothing can sway them that the second they're finished, their alliance will no longer be in place. And against both of them, Talon knows they don't have much of a chance. While I'm side-tangent-ing here I'll also say that Talon would try to keep their affliction to themself as much as possible. Any questions about their feathers will be blocked, sidelined, ignored, or they would provide an ill-omen and say nothing else. They'd try to keep any coughs out of sight or ear of both of them - there's no sympathy for their plight, and they ain't looking for it.

With both Yone and Rell around, Talon's nature would simmer far quicker, which would be conflicting to them; both unnerving, and welcome. When they hear Yone hum or sing for the first time, mostly likely after being in his company a while, they'd watch with a quizzical look and ask why he was doing that without an instrument accompaniment - whistling would be given a grimace and the question would be to interrupt it after a short while. Even if he were to explain to the best of his ability, Talon would still find it odd, but with future tunes they would ask him what particular ones are when he finishes, or if they're repeated, ask if it was this or that. Maybe while around a fire one night, they'd ask if they could hear a full song, and what it meant or the history behind it. Talon has no intent on joining in or complimenting how Yone carries a tune, but they'll learn one in return for having to listen to it. Whistling will still be unwelcome, but they'd give an excuse like 'it'll disturb the horses' rather then say it's irritating them, or even suggest he hums instead; accidentally said along the lines of, 'it sounds better when you hum.'

[thelionheartedo3]

kiss prompt: kissing each other breathless for ely x any ub member (definitely not thinking of a certain camelot au 😇, no pressure ofc!), please!! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

hello, Mar, thank you for the prompt!! you said camelot au and my brain went uh....... places. places it probably shouldn’t have with this, but uh—queen ely deserves kisses from any of her knights, I guess!

It isn’t uncommon for Farah to lounge about with Ely, especially when neither have duties to attend to. They’ve stolen away after dinner, treats and goodies tucked not-so-secretly away as they retreat for the night, Farah sprawled across the hearthrug with their tray of goodies next to her as Ely flips through a book and tries not to spill anything on it, lest she hear an earful from both the keeper and her king upon Nate’s return.

“I don’t know if I like orange cakes as much as I thought I would,” says Farah.

Ely’s head snaps up, looking over to where she’s wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

“What?” 

Farah glances over to her and grins at whatever expression is currently on her face—which she figures is a mixture of shock and offense, undoubtedly unqueenly.

“It’s good, but I don’t know, I think it’s too much.”

“Too much?” Right, yes, she’s definitely offended. 

It sends Farah into a cackle as she sits up, grabbing one of the oranges on the tray Ely had planned to have tomorrow morning in a bath. 

“It’s not as good as an orange slice.”

“It is good, though!”

Farah laughs again as bright, citrus aroma bursts forth as she starts to peel the orange in her hands. “I didn’t say it wasn’t good, Ely,” she says. “But I think I prefer my oranges in their pure form.” Farah beams at her once more before popping a sliver of the fruit in her mouth.

Ely’s pouting. She’s always pouting. Farah tries her hardest not to snort around her mouthful of food and proffers a slice of the fruit towards Ely. With the book still balanced in her lap, she doesn’t want to risk her fingers getting sticky with juice, so she leans forward, taking the fruit from Farah’s fingers with her teeth.

Farah pauses. She blinks.

Ely processes what she’s just done and sits back, the sweet fruit in her mouth only a slight distraction from how it got between her lips in the first place. 

Don’t, a voice tells her, sounding far too much like her mother for her to listen to it.

“Farah. . .,” she begins, soft, hesitant.

“Ely,” comes Farah’s reply. 

Her tongue darts out, tracing across her lips, and Ely moves before her brain has caught up with her. The book is pushed aside, her hands moving to the curve of Farah’s hips, and her lips are chasing the taste of citrus into Farah’s mouth. 

It’s eager, the way they kiss one another. She doesn’t think she’s ever been kissed back so enthusiastically as Farah abandons the fruit to wrap her arms around Ely’s neck, pressing her closer as they taste sweet on each other’s tongues.

Ely’s skirts get in the way as she tries to press closer; a noise of discontent falls from her and Farah swallows it down with a breathy laugh as she moves herself, her breeches giving her the freedom to move as she pleases as she adjusts them without their lips parting for more than a second. 

She’s dizzy with it all, wanting nothing more than to keep up this act, but breathing through her nose can only get her so far when her mind’s occupied with licking the back of Farah’s teeth. She moves back only to gulp in a breath, delighting in Farah meeting her again for a gentler kiss this time.

“Alright,” Farah says after a moment, tilting her head away, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, “mayhaps I see your way.”

“No,” Ely tells her, tongue licking across her kiss-swollen lips. She sits back on her haunches, not certain what just came over her. “No, you’re right, I do prefer an orange slice.”

They stare at one another for a long, long moment, both catching their breaths before Ely’s hands go to the fruit. 

When she proffers a slice towards Farah, there’s a glint in her golden eyes, a grin tugging at her lips, before she leans down and delicately fetches the fruit with her teeth. 

[whatiscrackalackin]

clover when the run is not mercied idk i didnt watch the movie

[onlinedolly]

inside of me there are two wolves

one who wants men to do disgusting things to me

and one who wants to do disgusting things to men

[chericheribaby]

Just for you i shall today be known as marp

IM DEADDDD 😭😭

m-> Money by LEISURE

a-> Andate by NAFTA

r-> Run Your Mouth by The Marias

p-> Pick Me Up by Lola Young

Send me your name and I'll make a mini playlist with the letters in your name