#and it's always of them✨

[sulphuricgrin]

WIP Wednesday

No pressure tagging: @changelingsandothernonsense @hircines-hunter @skyrim-forever @sanzas-reverie @pocket-vvardvark @scholarlyhermit @silly-little-diary @oblivions-dawn @yewphoric @yansurnummu @fangsandsoftgrass

@lobo-inu @firefly-factory @sunlightpassingthroughthewater @madam-whim @theoneandonlysemla @moriche @truth-01001001-liar @ggghoulish @lathez @orfeoarte @illumiera @thequeenofthewinter @nyarevar and anyone else interested!

How the fuck is it already Wednesday?? Anyways, as per usual, if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

He could always tell she was back in one of two ways: the sudden surge in magicka in the tower, or her singing or humming. Though in most cases, it was both.  Miraak tilts his head back, letting it rest against the back of the sofa. His book is abandoned in his lap as he stares at the dark stone ceiling and waits. He tries to gauge the magicka, but it had spiked then settled. He silently listens to the quiet, to any movements or muttering from her. But when the silence continues, he begins to glare at the ceiling. Frustration begins to gnaw at him. She couldn’t have possibly dipped into Apocrypha and left just like that. His jaw clenches at the thought. The sting of the idea. But he doesn’t stew too long in his bitterness― he finally hears her.  She’s still too far away, whatever she’s saying is indiscernible, but the flit of magicka in the air is not. He turns his head towards where he thinks he hears her from and whispers, “Laas Yah Nir.” There she was, a dim goldish-green aura moving around through the tower, just one floor above. He watches her pause here and there, and as the aura begins to disappear, she’s descending.  And now he can hear more of her, her tone soft and tender, though the words he still can’t― silence. Again. He rolls his eyes before closing them, turning his head back to facing the ceiling. She's probably planning some sort of nonsense. So he waits.  Singing returns with a different tone and magicka in the air. His left hand goes to the right, touching the ring on his thumb. He was curious about what she was planning.  She slips into his chambers, singing, “Dyin', I'm tryin' to keep his attention.”  He doesn’t need to open his eyes to know where she moves. She’s barefooted, her footsteps audible against the dark stone floors. As she steps closer, behind him, the smell of lavender surrounds him. He finally opens his eyes, watching her, as she places her hands on the back of the sofa, and leans down towards him. What an insufferable smile― she was in a wicked good mood. Her face made up like she had been at a party, lips stained a shade of purple.  “My baby's a freak, yeah And I'm a masochist I'm stuck in his teeth, yeah.” She moves more to his right side, and lowers her face to his. He has a glimpse of the gossamer cloth covering her shoulders, everything else obstructed by her golden curls, but focuses back on her face. She whispers, lips so close to his, “There's poison on his lips.” His hand starts reaching up for her, to pull her closer, when she closes the gap herself. His hand still wraps into her hair, holding her there, knowing her habit to kiss and run. She hums, and he can feel her smile in the kiss.  When she does manage to pull back, he notices a tackiness on his mouth and her makeup smudged. He smacks his lips at the odd feeling. She looks proud of herself. “That makes you happy?” he asks, hand going to wipe it off.  “Mhmm. Might be temporary, but that marks you mine.” He pauses at that. He supposes he could suffer the feeling of it for now. “Why don’t you come here already, instead of standing back there.”  Her face glows with excitement as she rounds the sofa and― By Dibella, she was wearing naught but some delicate gossamer slip of a thing that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He groans. She would be the death of him. 

[han-ban-bam]

cutest wake up call in the fade.

[14dayswithyou]

HAPPY VARENTINES DAY, ANGEL ! I've been facing some tech issues recently, but!! To celebrate Ren's birthday and Valentine's Day, I'll be releasing Day 5 (the Early Access version) for all the Beta Testers in a few days!

And for those who aren't part of the 14DWY Discord server, don't worry! The public version will be available for everyone to play once the beta testing period is over ^^

[danicloth]

It’s been a while 💕

[fallisl1fe]

"I'm hiding in the blue, safe between the clouds"

— Hiding in The Blue by TheFatRat

Here's the sketch (w/ background) :3

[spacebubblehomebase]

Ah yes. Again with my random Merthur fanart that I periodically post for no reason, but this was mostly just me playing around with colors awhile ago. Really miss their Enemies-to-"Not if I die for you FIRST, you ARSEHOLE" dynamic! Still, if you're like me and you somehow never walked away from the accursed Lake Avalon, here's your occasional check up: You good, fam??? 👑🧙‍♂️���️ -Bubbly💙

[ace-ogato]

i was held at gunpoint to post this take my magnum opus. it's only downhill from here

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[valahelart]

☆ bringing the stars down to you ☆

bonus merch concept:

while i was in the early stages of drawing this, i thought it'd be fun to picture it as a potential sticker and/or keychain. again, just as a concept... or maybe for future projects? 👀✨

[an-actual-floof]

spones doodle

(inspired lowkey by that scene where bones accuses spock of being afraid of living… and all the feelings that follow)

[sainz100]

x

[manicventures]

The most criminal thing about River and Thirteen never meeting was that The Space Wives Incident of 2024 could have been canon with River looking so proud of herself and Yaz looking at her like, ‘wtf did you do to my girlfriend and you better teach me it’ while 13 is just trying desperately not to regenerate on the spot.

[stuhacz]

They were at a party…

I really should be studying for my exams but damn I needed a break and this is what my mind decided I should do…

Two other versions and the random photo from Pinterest I based it on lmao:

[marclef]

art trade with @eskariolis-con-salsa, their Fake Peppinos always make me very happy to see 😊

two homunculi hanging out and enjoying a snack together ✨✨

and an extra.... the Boys being Silly together (you might want to start running. 👀💧)

[veryintricaterituals]

I'm seeing "why isn't the ship name kock?" posts again, nature is healing, we have new blood, welcome younglings, let us show you the way...

(Also the original name for the ship is actually "The premise" which I still find incredibly beautiful)

[heylorrain]

TW: All of them. Mainly Infertility issues.

The damaged one from Lorrain to Ominis

I feel at a trial, my nails digging on my knees.  waiting for your harsh and inevitable verdict. before I rot in your oblivion.  I can feel our thin red thread fraying. As I wait for your response,  for the first time, I can’t read you. It 's already dusk. Your silence speaks volumes.  And Gods, I don’t blame you,  How could I ever?  I’m a broken woman, if that’s even what I am. Forgive me for being this way, for in every lifetime I'll waste your gift. I wish I could carry, hug, kiss, the fruit of our love. I’m sure they would have had your eyes, those two precious stars I’d always loved. I wish I wasn’t broken.  I wish I could’ve been normal.  But I’m not.  I feel your longing for fatherhood.  I wish I could give it to you.  To grant your yearning, I really wish I could. I hate myself for not being able to.  Around us, families are growing,  Their legacies expanding,  We are the consenting uncle and aunt But that’s all we are.  That’s all I will ever be, I���ve poisoned my body in silence,  Trying twisted ways to give you  what you cry in secret. But nothing has worked.  I wish my womb could be a home,  even if it’s just one time,  One chance is all I dream of.  But I know it won’t happen.  I feel at a trial, my nails digging on the table.  waiting for your answer.  Out of all your options, why did you choose me? The broken one,  The damaged one.

From Dusk to Dawn from Ominis to Meva Lorra.

I feel you distant,  What has made you think you can only tell me your sorrows when you’re at your breaking point? I’m in disbelief, not because of the news I’ve long known but because you’ve carried them alone What made you think I wouldn’t be willing to carry them with you? It 's already dusk. I can hear your teeth grinding,  your foot stomping repeatedly on our floor What made you think I’ll agree to what you’re asking me? Between you, and the rest of the world,  I’ll always choose you, whatever that path is, wherever it leads,  before anything and anyone, there’s always you.  I feel your head turn every time we pass crowds,  your eyes landing on the little ones,  running and laughing, and I might be blind but, What made you think I cannot see through you?  There’s nothing to be fixed,  because there’s nothing broken,  What made you think that women  are only the ones who bring life into this world? I feel your longing for motherhood, I know you’ve felt mine as well. But I do not wish it if it’s not with you. I beg you, don’t feel like an intruder when we’re around others.  I feel you sinking, your light disappearing.  We are the consenting aunt and uncle,  and I’m fine being just that, with you. We could travel the world, alone together and have that bothy in the woods you’ve always wanted. Stay out late waiting for the mooncalf to do their dance,  and don’t do the dishes ‘till Monday. Fine, I’ll let you teach me how to ride a broom,  only if you let me teach you how to cook. I crumble at night because of what you’re doing to yourself, your body doesn’t deserve nothing but cherish and love, your entire being is sacred and ethereal to me,  What made you think I’ll want to change anything from it?  I’ll walk by your side, every step of the way,  If you stop, I’ll squeeze your hand and wait for whenever you’re ready If you lay down, I’ll lay down next to you and humm that melody you enjoy so much. I’m not moving, even if it rains or snows inside you,  because your hands are mine to hold,  your lips are mine to kiss,  your body,YOU, the only delight in this world I crave all day everyday.  I feel like you’re gone, spiraling down your thoughts,  come back to me, please,  There’s nothing to choose from, it has always been You. The kind woman,  The lovin woman.  I'll be with you, every dusk and every dawn of our lifes I'll hold you when things go wrong I'm right here.

Reference from sketches on my pinterest as always