#coming of the dark

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[eldritch-elrics]

obsessed with the april fools day joke from the another crab's treasure devs

[intotheseas]

KENT wHAT THE FUCK

[ionomycin]

Maiden of Light

[namespara]

If Cazador ever commented on Astarions companions (instead of just ignoring them which ultimately leads to his downfall) he'd be pretty flabbergasted to see the durge he definitly has heard of innit

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

[akanemnon]

Wow, not even 5 seconds in and they're already starting a fight.

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[assassin1513]

🍂🍂🤎Autumn is coming🤎🍂🍂

[junebird24]

based on that one post.

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[nevesceramics]

WIP peek at the hugging werewolves ♥

[saturnvs]

polaris; guiding light for lost horses

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[lieu-rey]

first meeting

[rustyblender]

hiiiiii :3 I don't know how to use tumblr but I've been wanting to post these mdzs screencap drawings somewhere :DDDF !!!!!!

[cluelessacie]

Questions about Arix

Basics

Full name?

Arix Shiv

Nicknames?

Gremlin, the kobold, the champion of the Traveler

Race?

Kobold

Age?

13

Height?

2.5 ft

Build?

Thin, but athletic

Skin color?

Red and black scales, with dark orange scars

Eyes?

Red

More stuff

What is his obsession?

Arix is a near kleptomaniac. Anything valuable he can get his hands on is his, and the only reason someone else has it is that he gave it to them or simply didn't know they had it. He also has an obsessive compulsion to count, clean, and ready all of his equipment every night even if he hasn't used it.

Does he have any disabilities?

Yes, Arix walks with a cane everywhere he goes after being cut in half by Electra and healed by Enilisor.

What's Arix's philosophy about life?

Do what has to be done. Arix might not be a hero, but if it comes down to it he'll do whatever it takes for the greater good.

What haunts him?

Arix thinks about the people being burned at the stake in Athkatla every night. He has nightmares about drowning under the sea fighting against the Leviathan. He remembers the horrible pain of the burning magical chains wrapping around his arm when he was late to deliver Orestes. All that haunts him, but his biggest regret is that he wasn't there to save Orestes when it counted. He's taken up Orestes' mission because there's nothing he can do to lay that guilt to rest otherwise.

What will he stand up for?

Even if he knows they're in the wrong, Arix would fight and kill for any one of his friends. Even for the party members he doesn't like, he considers them friends and no one gets to touch his friends.

What are Arix's weapons of choice?

Arix primarily uses the Traveler's sword, Witty Reposte, in one hand and a knife in the other. If he needs to fight long range he uses throwing knives. He also loves to use offensive and illusion magic to manipulate the battlefield to his advantage.