#AXE +1

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[nox-in-a-box]

based on that one shitty doodle i did

[slutforpringles]

Ollie Bearman:

Isack Hadjar:

Alex Albon:

Liam Lawson:

Meanwhile Fernando 'back in my day' Alonso

[polararts]

I"ll be tabling at Anime Expo this year! Since it's such a big artist alley I made a catalog for attendees to plan ahead. Please ignore the numbering, these images will double as a chart for future table helpers.

[viridescent-lance]

Starter for @encantresse

It is sad, for something to fight so strongly for a stake at life just for it to choke out the others around it.

Practically, Forsyth knows that the pest needs to be dealt with, and that it will benefit the native plants and ecosystem. He comes from a village in Zofia, even a scholar's son would have that knowledge. But he cannot help but make sad little comparisons in his head, and perhaps even moreso empathize with the commoners who are about to lose one of the few things that really brings prosperity to their village.

The student he travels with to aid in the removal of these errant blooms is none other than Dorothea Arnault. While Forsyth has never spoken to her directly, he knows she is one of Lukas's favorite students, and that his friend's face crinkles in affection whenever he speaks of her.

The wagon draws closer to the village, the brilliant pinks and yellows already visible. This would make a popular noble tourist destination, especially for expensive events like weddings. No wonder why the villagers are desperate to keep them.

"Ms. Dorothea, I've heard much about you." Despite the nature of their work, Forsyth tries to remain chipper. It's rather easy when it comes to talking to someone who's befriended Lukas, and Dorothea outside of that context has sharp eyes and carries herself with a confidence that immediately catches his attention. He can see why she's earned Lukas's respect. "You're acquainted with my dear friend Lukas, yes?"

from the ground up

mission board: anniversary (axe +1)

[puck-luck]

hey andy

i’d like to order an americano with cinnamon (daddy kink) for arber xhekaj

sometimes you write a blurb about a new character and you get real into it (daddy kink truther) and it ends up real long and you have to say "yeah sure why not" as you post it.

yeah, sure, why not?

You’ve been bad today.

It was on purpose.

You wanted a rise out of Arber.

You got exactly what you wanted.

He called you as soon as he got into his car after his afternoon workout. You hadn’t picked up, of course. You’re dangling yourself just out of Daddy’s reach, frustrating and bothering him until he snaps and gives you what you’re looking for. 

“You’re in trouble,” Daddy said in that dark, dominating snarl of his. “Don’t make things harder for me when I get home.”

You had twenty minutes to get ready for him, a smile on your face and a skip in your step as you made your way to your secondary guest room, the room that is always prepped and ready for when you and Daddy participate in a scene. 

The bed is made, ties on all four corners hidden expertly under the mattress. You tug the two at the foot of the bed out of place, choosing two of Arber’s sleek ties to loop around your ankles and fasten in place. 

The crotchless panties partially hidden under the hem of your flowing teddy are perfect for this. You looked cute, innocent yet sexy in the video you sent to Arber, unboxing it and trying it on for the first time. You have a feeling that the part of the video that got him, that made him tick, that sent him over the edge was the part when you sat down in his chair and spread your legs, the fabric parting with them. Your pussy was on full display for Daddy, but you acted like it was an everyday occurrence. You frowned at the camera and fixed the fabric, baring yourself even further, and then you ran a finger through your folds. You touched what belongs to Daddy and then sent the video to him, making sure he saw you breaking his rules.

You wait for him to arrive, legs extended towards the edges of the bed. You adjust yourself quickly, making sure you look as good as possible, and then you lay back on the pillows. You fluff your hair, then cross your wrists over your head, and you wait.

A smile threatens to overtake your face when you hear Daddy arrive. He doesn’t have to call out, knowing exactly where to find you. 

When he opens the door, you bat your eyelashes. 

Arber takes in the sight before him, your body open and ready for the taking. His calculated glare softens slightly when he notices that you’ve tied yourself down. He walks forward and slides a finger under the tie on your left leg, then under the right. He clicks his tongue when he pulls away. “So you can think about your actions.”

“Of course I can, Daddy,” you confirm. You don’t say your words with attitude, but Arber’s dark eyes flash to your face anyway, silencing you.

His fingertips walk up your right leg as he rounds the bed, standing to your right and leaning over you. He doesn’t join you. One of his palms slides over your wrists, locking them in place. His walking fingers travel along your thighs, then your hip, then over your mound. Arber watches your expression with a straight face, mouth held in a severe line, and he feels his way to your folds.

Two of his digits fill your cunt suddenly, knocking the wind from you. His thumb covers your clit and you gasp– Daddy’s head tilts and his eyebrow twitches, watching your reaction.

“Such a pretty little slut, offering yourself up to me like this,” Daddy murmurs thoughtfully, thrusting and curling his fingers inside of you as he strokes your clit. You weren’t wet enough for this yet, but the discomfort is quickly becoming pleasure. The longer he touches you, the better you feel. “I’m going to enjoy using you.”

Your mouth opens with a moan, eyelids fluttering shut. You wanted this, wanted to be used, and Daddy’s going to do exactly that. He’s going to pound you into the mattress until you’re nothing but a pile of mush, mind cloudy and body lax. 

“If I told you to come, would you be able to obey me?” Daddy asks.

You hum an agreement and nod, noticing the way Arber’s hair is slicked back. It’s still a bit wet. He must have only gotten out of the shower at the gym when he received your video.

“Well, baby, you don’t get to come tonight,” Daddy scoffs. He laughs like he can’t believe you thought you’d be allowed to come after disobeying him, condescending and mean. He leans in and kisses your lips chastely before he pulls away and pledges, “I’m going to torture you.”

His fingers are still moving inside of you, bullying his favorite gummy spot on your inner walls, the one that makes stars dance in your line of vision, circling his head. “What?” you breathe out, daring to question Arber even if it will make the night longer for you. You want to be used. You don’t want to be a cumdump tonight.

There’s still that niggling voice in your head reminding you that this is good. Daddy knows what’s best for you, she whispers. Relax. Daddy will take care of you no matter what. Listen to Daddy.

Arber speaks: “I own this pussy, remember? Every inch of it belongs to me. I get to do what I want with it.” 

Daddy knows best. Let Daddy take charge.

You nod, movement slow, almost a hesitation.

“You know what to say if something’s not okay, baby?” Daddy asks. “Tell me, what do you say if Daddy goes too far?”

“Wi-Fi.” Your words are curt and quiet, which should let Arber know that you’re close to letting go of control… that you’re ready to hand the reins over to him and succumb to the desirable words swirling through your brain: Relax. Surrender.

Arber drops a kiss on your forehead. “That’s right,” he says. “Turn your head towards me, sweet girl. Daddy wants to use your mouth first.”

You feel your eyelids sagging in relief as he kisses your skin so sweetly, so gently, reminding you that there’s a loving boyfriend underneath his dominating persona. You drop your inhibitions like the string of a helium balloon, mouth obeying and ears ringing as one single word bounces around your head: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…

[seaside-cave]

My Humblewood DnD Scofflaw fighter, Sal Blackmarsh🐦🪷🪓

[dr-reids-fidget-toy]

animorphs quotes that. i... those poor kids

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Edit: I made an animorphs gimmick blog: @i-assign-you-animorphs

[yukyunotabibito]

Nasir nearly chokes on his own spit as he hears the number that Duessel blurts out next. If he was that old, he would be damn near dead already! And he certainly wouldn't look as young as he did. He supposes he only has himself to blame, in a way, for winding up with a granddaughter so young, "Oh goodness gracious, no. Dragon laguz do not live as long as dragons from other lands it seems."

Nasir was of the longest lived dragon laguz, but goddess forbid he lived that long. Living for another 400 years or so seems frankly ridiculous for someone like himself.

"Shall I tell you or would you like to continue guessing, Sir Duessel?" Nasir says with a small chuckle and smirk. The poor man has gone completely off base more than once, so Nasir does not hold much hope that he will be able to make an accurate guess. In fact, not even Nasir could tell his exact age. After a certain point, he had failed to see a reason to continuing to count anymore.

"We've gone quite deep into these mines already. ... I wonder what has happened to the others who have supposedly been down here."

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

[SHOWCASE] - Axe+1, Duessel & Nasir

[bxst4r]

actor au headcanon that daisuke kept peeking while they were recording his death so they had Swansea say "close your eyes, daisuke" to remind him or just purely out of spite

[rowan-of-waterdeep]

Daily Wyll!

Wyll: I imagine you're fairly skilled with your form, too. That would be a sight to behold.

[gentlenekomata]

While she quietly listened to him reading, she figured in front of her goldenish eyes the horrible conditions where that poor unlucky person had to endure while staying in that cold and inhospitable place; apparently the person inside that cell was held captive there for a long period of time, days, weeks if not months or maybe even years… The diary wasn’t accurate, but it definitely was a written testimony of the stay of that person. Yet, one thing surely caught the attention of the petite priestess as she carefully listened to each page read.

“Paces were heard, so it means that… someone was patrolling the area outside this cell” she muttered, staring at the diary for a moment, then shifting her gaze towards Raven, searching for an answer that did not come, “The entrance of the cell is… not the same as the one we discovered!” her eyes shone in hope, desperately looking behind the young man, seeking for clues that might lead to the real entrance of that place. “Maybe… the person of the diary escaped from the tunnel from where we came in” she hypothesized, her index finger bruising her lower lip as she mumbled for a moment, before continuing her speech, “But the monster is still there I bet…” she lowered her gaze, scoffing off her mind as she tried to leave that thought aside: they were trapped.

Before she could hear anything from her companion, she started to nervously walk around the area, keeping her arms folded against her chest, as if she could contain all the fear she was feeling in that precise moment: would they ended up like that person who had written the diary? No, it can’t be, her thoughts were becoming larger, wider, but rationality luckily came into her rescue. No dead body was found, no sign of bones, human bones. They surely had escaped.

Then, she suddenly stopped, lifting her gaze towards the ceiling. “What if this cell is some sort of… p i t?” she trembled a little at the thought of that possibility, but as she scrutinized the upper part of the room, a light block of rocks definitely caught her attention. “Do you think that..?” she was still staring at the ceiling, but the question was clearly directed to Raven, this time she hoped for a positive answer.

Is That Fucking Mothman?

[ask-morpho-knight]

How did you meet your partner and how did you get with him?

(The answer to the first part of the ask can be found here)

[theswedishpajas]

😇💀🪓👻😈

[nando161mando]

[gentlenekomata]

The sudden reaction of the resolute pink-haired girl made the petite priestess’ face went blank for a moment, since she didn’t expect the axe would come off so easily from its pedestal; with a large swing, Hilda aimed at the wooden door and with a decisive hit, the axe was struck inside the ancient wood, being stuck for several moments that seemed like an eternity for both the girls, waiting with bated breath.

Sakura observed all the sequence of the events with eager eyes, ultimately she fixated her glance on the axe seemingly trapped into the wooden door, yet, a sudden echo resounded from behind the door and as a magical spell, the wooden passage suddenly opened with a shrieking sound, leaving Hilda the time to unstuck the axe from the door.

Soon after, the petite priestess was catapulted inside the short hallway right after the wooden door, her hand intertwined with the one of Hilda, who was fretting towards what it seemed to be the exit of the maze, finally; pace after pace, the couple was out in the fresh and chill air of the night –was already that late, huh? How many hours did they spend inside the dungeons? Better not thinking about it… Sakura thought to herself as she finally set pace on the solid and familiar ground of the monastery, facing the soft cold breeze of the late evening. After that, she turned towards Hilda, who as well seemed very relieved to be out of that hellish place.

“I’m sorry..” she felt bad for having involved the poor girl into her curiosity once again, but at the same time, she was utterly pleased to have had her by her side, despite all the terrible happenings in the underground. “But I’m really glad you were down there with me” she confessed, staring at the axe still held in Hilda’s hands. “And at least you came up with a very good treasure, in the end” she giggled, softly, placing a placid smile on her lips and sharing a last gaze with her fearless partner, knowing for sure that she would always be by her side, for these kind of adventures –or that was what she always hoped, in her heart.

/e n d.

famous last words » hilda & sakura