#haha I cried

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Ah, sweet, sweet traumatized Diane and her kintsugi salad bowl.

[anopuff]

the gentle spring sunlight warms your body

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[wanderer-clarisse]

I've reached the Helm's Deep chapter :>>

'Where is Gimli?'

'I do not know,' said Aragorn. 'I last saw him fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart.'

'Alas! That is evil news,' said Legolas.

'He is stout and strong,' said Aragorn. 'Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves. There he would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf.'

'That must be my hope,' said Legolas. 'But I wish that he had come this way. I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine.'

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'Forty-two, Master Legolas!' he cried. 'Alas! My axe is notched: the forty-second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?'

'You have passed my score by one,' answered Legolas. 'But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!'

[kuulpenguin]

Cupcakes!

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

Angouleme found the witcher and the vampire in the castle park; both were enjoying a walk and a quiet conversation (A. Sapkowski "The Lady of the Lake").

During my second bg3 playthrough and tumblr's "haha bloodweave" I was sweating cos I felt!!! the demon of my first old man yaoi!!!!

[myuminji]

dedicated to the audience: me, myself, and I— I finished the discarded sketch

[teenytraveler]

Big sis Anya!!

I love the idea of twiyor having another child and Anya having a little baby brother 🥹🥹 I was debating on the hair color and whatnots but ultimately went for black hair since it’s a dominant gene :D

UPDATE:

Thank you for all the love on this art, i didn’t expect it ; A ;

Thank you for all the name suggestions for baby Forger as well - I got a bunch of them on twitter and I think “James” is my fave :D (bc James -> James Bond, i really like the joke fdsoghdf)

lmk if you want to see more of Anya onee-san from me in the future! I really enjoy drawing sibligs sheningans haha

[brodingles]

Happy Mother's Day

[khytal]

What's your opinion on Sholmes wearing a ball gown that Iris made

GOOD

[watcher-of-light-n-darkness]

me when media portrays any form of love transcending space (multi-dimensional) and time (lifetimes): sobbing and crying and breaking down

[beaulesbian]

Trigun Stampede season 1 - favorite scene / animation per episode

[fishymom-art]

jam on a picnic date 🫶

you can kill me now, it's okay, I accept my fate.

[dailynakaharachuuya]

20. Wedding

[crustyfloor]

probably just me but something about the cut-off here feels very abrupt. it doesn't quite feel like Till was done emoting yet

[otaku553]