#because I'm lazy

[mewvore]

tumby,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

the bes part

[mayorspatula]

haven't drawn these freaks in a while. gaybian t4t malewives GO

[bluekaddis]

I was positively surprised to see the Warden and the Inquisitor’s cameos in DA: Absolution. Good to see they are doing well 😊❤

[yki-dolls]

I can totally imagine him being like this

What's it with me and drawing Leo so much recently, huh?

Pixel art Commissions

[olath124]

Ok. I'll probably end up doing it. I'm thinking of writing something about how I wanted Phantom Liberty to end. And yeah, Kurt Hansen's stuff because that man has a bigass Dom vibe, and who I am to resist such a thing? I've never written any fanfiction (oh, ok, maybe something when I was 14) and English is not even my native language... But let's try this new thing!

[aeriestaex]

I'm slow with updates 🥲 some more ShadAmy progress rn, while I'm listening to Sleep Token. Tbh it suits them, imo. 😆🔥💕

[f3l1c1af0x]

has anyone relized my two personas F3l1c1a and Creator wear the same heels?

just different pattern on them, Creator has swirks while F3l1c1a has hearts! the more you know

[spocks-husband]

I NEED TO WRITE MORE TNG FICS I NEED TO WRITE QCARD FICS I NEED TO WRITE IMZADI FICS I NEED TO WRITE PICARD ANGST FICS I NEED TO WRITE NOVA SAUADROON FICS I NEED TO WRITE ACADEMY ERA FICS I NEED TO WRITE WORF AND ALEXANDER FICS I NEED TO WRITE ENSIGN TAURIK FICS I N

[raspberryconverse]

Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people that reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

Mable Ann

Lola Lou

Spouse

Knitting

Cross stitch

[ghostfartooo]

Countess Orlok and her guards

[infiniteoreos]

i havent heard the Original Version of honey im home in months i exclusively listen to the umber cover so most of the tuning in my version is based off that 🪳

[the-avaricious-meddler]

Given with no commentary

[lemonluvgirl]

A whole day late but...

 “I hate it when people assume things about me. And some of the things they’re saying…..” Katniss says angrily, her footsteps coming down harder, like little stomps. 

I look over at her in confusion, “Like what?” I ask worriedly. 

 “Just. Terrible things.” Katniss murmurs, head down. 

I’m quiet for a moment, so is she, “You mean, about what happened with my mother.” I decipher. 

She sighs and nods. 

“Katniss. Everyone in the district knows my mother’s terrible. She’s been like that for years. Before I even started talking to you. Don’t make the mistake of accepting any of the blame for her behavior. She is who she is. And there are many reasons for that. But none of them have anything to do with you. Not really.” I tell her. 

“Even if that’s true. I still made things worse. If it wasn’t for you going with me to that party-” 

“We went to a party together?” I ask incredulously. 

Katniss stares at him. Blinks once. 

“You don’t remember that?” 

“I think—” I start off, closing my eyes briefly and recalling something that had been nagging at the back of my mind, an image and sound I’d have choked up to fantasy but that had so many details that I wasn’t completely sure it was. The night air was warm and tasted like smoke. I was sweating in a thin blue shirt. Voices around me were laughing and music was playing. A wheezy, but pleasing metallic sound was blowing on the breeze. A harmonica. Nearby there was a whisper of a voice. Something beautiful. 

“I remember you sitting on a crate, drinking from a dented tin cup and…singing softly. But I’m not sure if that was real or not.” I finally say. 

She blushes, furiously and looks away. 

“Was it real?” I prod. 

“I was kind of drunk. I think.” She mutters, still not looking at me. 

“Were you?” I ask, for some reason not believing it entirely. 

“Let’s not talk about it.” She pleads. My mouth tips down automatically into a frown before I can help it. I’m so tired of people not being honest with me. 

“Ok, but if that was real. Then I have more questions. There are other things I remember and-” I tell her, not letting up. But she grabs my forearm. 

“We’re here! Let’s just find Prim, okay?” She cuts me off, and tugs me closer to the crowd. I think I’d be more annoyed with her if she wasn’t holding onto my arm so determinedly. Without any intention it seems, of letting go. 

New scene from chapter 33 of Promise Me, Little Brother. 

[songbirdsandsugar-moved]

[syrcus]

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[egophiliac]

it's never the last time.

I was trying to justify to myself having Leona know how to use a waffle maker, and. well. sometimes you just gotta go where the flow takes you.