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It gets better….someday u might be in bed with thickkk tiger thighs around your head. it can happen

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suns gettin real low big guy

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the frodo collection

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me when i have 3 fics to plan

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Hootsie in my icebound/ouaw crossover au :3

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once upon a crooked moon or Something

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EVERYONE‼️

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Você vai embora, e meus sonhos vão contigo Me esquecerás, me esquecerás Sabes que você perderás um grande amor e um bom amigo Me diga, então, como vai ser Você sem eu, você sem eu

You go, then, and my dreams go with you You will forget me, you will forget me You know you will lose a great love and a good friend Tell me, then, how it'll be You without me, you without me.

(I changed the original lyrics to suit the theme of this art. The song is "Eu Sem Você (Por Que Te Vás)" by Lilian)

Been thinking of how Tomas' absence affected the council and especially people close to him like D'Ablo and the song has been stuck in my head!

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LMAO YEAH <3

This is the first funny thing I’ve ever seen on Facebook in my entire life

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it wants you here - frostbek hurt/comfort fanfiction on ao3

Everyone was busy when the bugbear noticed that Frost was not having fun. While the rest of the party was chatting with the rock people, dancing and grabbing food and drink– Kremy discussing what to do with their time tomorrow– he had his eyes on the tabaxi. Not in a creepy way, of course (he’s not a pervert, he’s just a bugbear!), but he was worried about him. Torbek knew that the other often strayed away from the group, as if unsure how to place himself in the party, but this certainly felt different than most times. The tabaxi was… well, struggling, would be putting it lightly. And no one seemed to notice.

Except for Torbek.

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OR; After the influx of traumatic fae curses, Torbek comforts Frost

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Jornir studies :))

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MONDAY DINNER

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anyone in the mood for some grimmorbek 👀 🫣

cw: little panic in the beginning but does not linger, mentions of torture bc... torbek

qpr vibes tho i tried to write it romantically, short and sweet and cuddly 😤

anyway

enjoy 🧡💜💚

Torbek can’t breathe. Can’t move. Can’t see. Can’t—

“Torbek?”

The voice— Gricko? sounds echoey and far away, muffled as if underwater.

All Torbek hears is the Duke. The Duke and another voice, deeper but somehow higher in pitch, laughing and monologuing and Torbek feels the knife go in his back. Feels every slice and dissection, every putting back together of himself. He aches.

In front of Gricko, Torbek is crumpled on the ground, twisting and clawing at the dirt, his eyes squeezed shut as he whimpers and growls.

“Torbek!! Oh shit— Frosty! Frosty, c’mere, now!”

Frost is quick, thank the gods. “Gricko— What’s wrong with Torbek.”

“I don’t know! He, he was just lyin’ here and I don’t think he can hear me, I—”

Torbek crunches in on himself further and both Frost and Gricko can see tears running down his face.

“Oh, Torbek...!” Gricko wrings his hands together, worrying, and flutters around the bugbear. “Uh—Um—Oh! Help me turn ‘im a bit, Frosty! D’ya have anythin’ soft?”

Frost is ready, hovering near both his companions. “Just my robe, but I will happily give it over. Where shall I put it?”

“In between the canisters and under the one closest to the ground, if ya can.”

“Of course.”

With some finagling and lots of soothing words and gentle hands, the two succeed in getting Torbek to lay on his side. Frost begins mage-handing blankets and pillows over and Gricko is flitting about to arrange them, much like a bird in a nest. Their voices filter in to Torbek’s consciousness, still muffled, but he is becoming more aware of them. Slowly.

And then, Gricko starts to sing. Softly, just under his breath, but now Torbek hears it as if it’s just beside his ear. It’s not something that would win any awards in terms of lyrics, but it brings Torbek back to the surface of reality and his two companions watch as his breathing evens out and his hands unclench.

He opens his eyes to see them looking at him, concerned and cautious.

“Uhh… What— what happened...?”

Frost and Gricko look at each other. Frost lays a paw on Torbek’s arm.

“We’re, um, not too sure, Torbek.”

“Yeah... A nightmare, maybe? I was comin’ back from me watch and then— Well, yer safe now!”

Gricko reaches as if to hug Torbek’s large head but hesitates, not wanting to push. Torbek grunts and lifts his arm, pulling the goblin into him and shoving his face at the fur on Gricko’s vest.

“Aw, Torbek!” He holds the bugbear tight, petting the top of his head and down his neck in long, soothing sweeps. “It’s all right, big guy... It’s all right now,” Gricko whispers into his ear and Torbek just holds him closer.

He feels Frost’s hand on his arm, also rubbing firm strokes and Torbek snakes his other arm out and grabs the tabaxi and pulls him into the pile as well.

“Oh! Are—Torbek, is it okay with the canisters?”

Torbek nods quickly and Gricko laughs a bit at the sensation of rough fur against his neck. Frost gingerly arranges himself to not be pressing against the canisters anyway and holds his goblinoids tightly.

And... after a while of deep breathing and calming touches and more soft singing, both Frost and Torbek begin to purr.

“Mm… I love me big kitties…” Gricko mumbles, now stuffed against Torbek’s chest with Frost’s big paw in his hair.

Torbek grumbles, interrupting his, quite loud, purrs. “I’m nooot a kitty!”

There is no interruption in Frost’s purring but the goblinoids do hear him chuckle wryly at their exchange.

“Ya might as well be the way ye’ve been goin’ on! All this purrin’… But it’s so nice, Torbie!”

“Hrrmmm… Torbie?”

“Yep! Torbie and Frosty! Me big, nice kitties!” Gricko holds tightly to the arm around him, cuddling further into Torbek’s hold. He feels Frost stroke his face before going back to his hair.

Torbek, comfortable in their arms and warm now, acquiesces. “Okayyy, Gricko. Torbek can be your other big kittyyy.”

All three hold each other closer, and they sleep in that cozy pile until the morning comes, new and bright and beautiful

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there i actually finally finished this one

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i saw a very important tiktok recently and knew i immediately needed it as a gif so here it is in case y’all want it as well

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we r back in business baby @spiirals