#but don’t hold me to it

[rosesncarnations]

Shall we treat this as a chapter one?

Status Quo

Emerie had made it a keen point to never keep her head down. That was what these foul males wanted and she’d be damned if she’d willingly give them that satisfaction. It was how she greeted every customer that walked through her door, the few that came anyway.

Some might call it definite, but she saw it as a way to begin leveling the playing field.

Even when it was the General of The Illyrian army and The High Lord’s third in command, The Morrigan. They had come in with a harsh gust of wind and cackles of laughter.

“What are you looking for Cassian?” She asked, disregarding his title and standing, much to the dismay of the golden high fae still clinging to his arm.

“Oh the usual Em. Gloves, scarves, coats and whatever else you can think of to keep warm in these winds.” He responded in a light tone, releasing his arm from The Morrigan’s grasp to go look at the stacks of blankets.

Emerie hummed an agreement tone as he picked up a charcoal grey and crimson red weaved blanket from a stack, “And this one for personal.” He said over his shoulder.

“Are you still trying to sway that hellcat Cas?” The Morrigan asked almost flippantly.

“And any books you’d recommend for a reclusive female.” He added, ignoring her comment as if she’d never uttered the words.

“A hellcat recluse. I’ll be sure to check the back. Personal as well?” She hummed with a raised brow.

He tried to maintain conversation but his golden companion was bemoaning the Illyrian land and winds every couple of minutes that Emerie finally snapped that he could come back to pick the book up later. She could see as red as his siphons with every flippant remark she’d make.

She managed to collect her feelings in time with with the assorted winter items the General bought on behalf of the High Lord for the window camp and any orphaned child without a roof to depend on. She kept collecting everything into nice neat stacks late into the night.

It surely was too late for her as she started to see threads of silver and emerald green in her peripheral vision. But when she look to the corner pointing southward she saw nothing.

When she finally crawled upstairs and fell into sleep she had dreams so vivid, she’d almost call them visions, of plants and flowers far too delicate for the harsh grounds of Illyria that all reflected the glistening light of the moon. Of threads the same shades of silver and greens she’d imagined earlier in the day making up a tapestry in progress of foreign mountains to her and a forest that shrouded around the peaks.

She woke confused smelling catmint and something she couldn’t quite place.

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

[ultravioletness]

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)

[samglyph]

Lil extra line up to go with my Steph and Pete designs!

[twinstxrs]

so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

[sourtoasterstrudel]

Testing out some new pens as i try to get motivation back. Hopefully this isn’t just some one off thing againnnnnn. I swear every time I’m art blocked i draw Madoka i just have her design memorized from middle school

The chronic illness will not stop chronic-ing <3

I keep saying I’d love to share more ocs and shit but dude i haven’t touched those guys for monthssss. I keep on wanting to draw little clown dudes for an rpg idea that keeps popping into my head so maybe you’ll see some clowns.

[hejee]

my favorite problematic senior citizens

[wraithee]

As far as the end credits scene goes, I still stand by the fact that Aziraphale is smarter than everyone gives him credit for.

It’s easy to forget that he has the grace of an angel, he isn’t going to be abrasive and rude, although he can be, but most of the time he’s careful with his intentions. It doesn’t mean he isn’t aware of what is happening.

People are so blinded by s2, they forget that Aziraphale had no problem standing up for himself, in heaven or hell. He’s not one to get bowled over. So of course when Gabriel, archangel of heaven, shows up like that Aziraphale is going to try and figure out what’s going on. And when he sees how vulnerable a situation he’s in Aziraphale will help protect him.

But it also benefits Aziraphale. He’s not dim, he knows that there is something larger going on and he’s trying to figure it out. It’s a clue, right? And if you break it down, Aziraphale does figure it out. The Metatron in the end tells him they are planning for the second coming. And Aziraphale has a moment where he could still turn back. But he doesn’t.

Aziraphale is smart, and he’s brave, and he doesn’t back down. THAT is what I think the different expressions on his face are conveying on the elevator ride up. He’s going into battle, and he’s mentally preparing for it.

[dorkybooktrash]

Listen “still beautiful, still dean winchester” has such a deeper meaning than a lot of people think. Yea it’s cas looking at dean and seeing him for who he is and finding that person beautiful but it’s also that cas literally put him back together piece by piece and looked into his beautiful soul and has continued to look at his soul, seeing it darkened with the mark and all the shit he’s been through and still seeing that beautiful soul he saw 12 years earlier in Hell

[chrollogy]

chrollo fucking you in several different positions while muttering sweet praises in your ear. he’s got your body bent, and pinned against the sheets in all the lewd ways he could think of while mercilessly driving his cock into your sopping cunt yet that doesn’t stop him from whispering saccharine words. “that’s it just like that.” “since you’ve been good, why don’t you give me one more, yeah?” “i know baby, just a little more. you’re doing so well.”

it’s almost laughable at how chrollo’s voice greatly differed from his sinful actions—as though he wasn’t hitting all the sensitive spots inside you, as though you weren’t watered down to a cock-drunk mess with tears, and saliva unceremoniously rolling down your face. chrollo muttered those praises into your ear with such heat, and passion, almost like a sacred prayer to a god—you—and he, your devout follower.

locked in a full nelson? chrollo would crane his neck just enough for his lips to reach you, and amidst the lewd noises of skin to skin, his praises nibble at your ear like sweet kisses. bent in half with your legs slung over his shoulders? chrollo would shamelessly gasp into the ceiling above at how good you felt around him, exposing the length of his bobbing throat. prone bone? chrollo would turn your head to the side, and mutter sweet nothings into your lips, your hot breaths locked in an intimate dance—maybe even a series of i love you’s in between.

it was beyond your comprehension how chrollo was able to form coherent sentences but you knew one thing for sure, he meant every single word.

[samglyph]

Awhile ago I redid/edited this piece so I could make prints. Thought I’d post the updated version to celebrate the release of the Book of Bill.

[checkadii]

Art as a hobby was a mistake . here’s witness mine redemption2.png or smth I’m reaching post drawing clarity but also patting myself on the back for making the conscious decision to not draw his wing(s) accurately elmao

girlboysomething will sit there and go How Can I Make This Not Complicated. Then make it complicated. anything for you mr too many blades or whatever

[tombstoneswerewaiting]

something about how ioh, folie, mania, and smfs are all connected and i’m not normal about it

[catastrxblues]

everything about coriolanus and sejanus is sick. because to sejanus, coryo was his everything. his best and only friend, his only companion, the only person in the academy who cared enough for him that he had even risked his life to bail him out of the arena. in district 12, when sejanus appeared in the brink of snow’s hopelessness and brought hope and familiarity to his life, coryo immediately embraced him, and then practically telling him that sejanus just saved him from committing suicide— which obviously only solidified sejanus’ belief that his best friend treasured him and loved him and cared for him unconditionally. (which i believe snow did, just to some extent).

but most of the times, to coryo, sejanus was just a friend. a friend that he tolerated every once in a while, a friend he resented lots of time because of his background, and a friend he really cared for, but not enough. never enough when the other choice was his country. and sejanus died not knowing that. he died without the knowledge that it was his best friend who betrayed him, and that he was still referred to as a “traitor” by him on an occasion with the dean.

and what’s so fucking sick is that coryo did care and mourn about it yes, but then he moved on and took on the ladder by taking pieces of what was left of his friend’s life with his blood on his hands and used it to his advantage.

he was taken in under the care of his dead friend’s family, loved and cared for, never had to worry about money anymore. ma and strabo plinth would never know that the reason their beloved son wasn’t alive, why their son wasn’t there anymore for his 19th birthday was because of his best friend they had just taken in. and no one would ever ever fucking find out.

and coryo. just. doesn’t. care. about. sejanus. anymore. in a snap. because now he has won, taking over panem one step at the time, and that has always been his biggest motivator. he might’ve cared for sejanus, like he cared for lucy gray, but that has never been enough. not when at the end of it all, the only person he has always been striving to save was himself and the glory of his family name and he ends up getting both. all’s well that ends well

[qingwaaa]

That’s cool bro, but like what if Irkens cried stars tho?

[moonkhao]

WE ARE | EP16