#oh she 🥹

[neverevan]

MAYYYY

[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.)

[myokk]

“Class, today we’re going to repot the baby mandrakes because they’re getting a bit too big for their current homes! Aren’t they cute?”

[my-little-girlboss]

God, imagine if Ashley figured out she was gay pre-quarantine

Andrew being the only supportive rock in her life meanwhile he's having 8 different simultaneous breakdowns about it in his head

Ashley rizzing up a freak dyke that can appreciate her worst parts and dark sense of humor but still is like "is sitting your adult brother's lap while lighting his smoke normal for you???"

Ashley is literally thinking nothing of it cause she's gay, she's obviously not attracted to her brother, she's not that screwed up

Andrew spiraling over his attraction cause now it's double wrong, jerks it to lesbian porn, feels worse, spirals again, rinse and repeat until the funny demon vision

Tl;dr Ashley being gay turns Andrew into this meme

[cyberslasharpie]

Happy Birthday Asuka!! 05.05.23 💙🔷✨

[welcome-to-green-hills]

It's an odd thing to focus on, but now I wanna know the family's breakfast preferences after watching the scene where Maddie prepares it for the boys. She has two platefuls of food before noticing Knuckles' throne, and Sonic is about to grab one of them before he sees it too, but we've also got grapes (no guessing who that's for), watermelon and orange juice on the kitchen table where Maddie's getting everything together.

Hi Hon!❤️✨

Whatever Maddie is making sure looks good! It looks like she made the boys bacon, a bagel with cream cheese, pancakes (which has been stated as Sonic Wachowski’s favorite breakfast food), and egg whites. Looks like she’s got a green goddess drink for them as well.

Ooh! Could you imagine the fun they’d have with making breakfast together?! Like, making breakfast tacos with pancakes as tortilla shells? I bet that’s always fun.

[eternadreeblissa]

Man I just realized how better I was at drawing traditional than digital

[wejustvibing]

so adorable 🥹🫶🏾

[cubffections]

a big herrrooo to evrycub !!! xinnie bck ฅ•ﻌ•´ฅ oh oh cleaned up m gallery n saw this pic of me i luvv so blep :p

u missed it oops !! but tis is a accurate pic of me if i do say so myself!

[bourbon-ontherocks]

#For science L'ART DU CRIME S06 E01 La nouvelle Olympia

[hanzajesthanza]

people (the rest of the hanza. not including geralt) often forget that cahir was 1. the guy that kidnapped ciri 2. an officer in the military

he’s literally so polite in geralt’s company you wouldn’t even guess he was the black knight. and yet. and yet.

i’m never certain exactly how to reconcile this tactful and strategic mind with the terrified young man

[yoshiiano]

i want to have tea with her 🥹

[amedetoiles]

shangque really is just a soft sunshine dragon who loves friendship and loyalty and wants his bb demon lord to be the happiest

[lexa-griffins]

This one’s for farm Clexa (and I’m sorry if it’s been asked/answered before) but!!! What was their reaction seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound? And what was their reaction when they got to listen to that tiny lil heartbeat for the first time?

Lexa and Clarke have been very patient when it comes to having children. They always knew they would not be able to provide a lavish lifestyle for their kids, but they knew they had enough to bring up a baby happy, clothed and feed. And when the time to finally make that baby dream become a reality it was like they had been waiting for years - nearly five at that point, from the moment they got married.

The moment the pregnancy test showed a positive, Clarke was calling her mom and telling her to make the appointment. Clarke sobbed the moment the ultrasound technician said "here they are". It was a blob on screen, barely human but its theirs. Lexa stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, amazed that little life is growing inside of her - finally. She barely takes her eyes off of it when Clarke kisses her forehead. Their little baby. Theirs.

Even with the scans in hand tho, it is hard to believe the small dot on the screen is their baby. It feels surreal. It doesn't feel real. No matter how much Clarke kisses her tummy or how much Lexa caresses her still flat stomach, it is not until the heartbeat scan that it finally hits them that their baby is here.

The clinic in town is always calm. Lexa, with her slight dislike for doctors, seems to enjoy it this way. She's much calmer, anxious with the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat, but she feels at ease. Clarke, on the other hand, paces the room like a ball of energy, and did Lexa not share her excitement, she would have been annoyed with her wife. Instead, she rubs her barely there yet bump, slowly growing accustomed to the thought of their baby growing there.

The technician makes small talk, one Clarke participates in far more than Lexa, who offers only nods and the ocasional smile. Anxiety building, as the desire of hearing the baby's heartbeat mixed with concern that something could be wrong grows.

They check, moving around Lexa's stomach. Their baby is bigger. Oh how bigger they've gotten. And stronger too. Lexa smile only grows as the technician praises the baby's growth, how everything is exactly as it should be. Clarke's face red from smiling, this proud look on her face as she looks between her wife and how wonderful she's been so far and their baby on the screen.

"Want to hear the heartbeat?"

There is a deafening silence in the room as the ultrasound machine picks up the heartbeat. And then, it's there. Filling the room with the rhythmic tu tum. Over and over again. And then, a muffled sob. Lexa's hand on her mouth as she tries to no interrupt the sound of their baby's heartbeat, but she can not stop herself. Clarke, crying too, of course, it's all she ever does when she steps into this room, cradles her pregnant wife's face, and kisses her. One her forehead, on her cheek, on her nose, on her jaw. On her lips.

"That's our baby, my love. That's our little angel." Clarke whispers to Lexa, who can't do more than nod as she cries, smiling as she looks between Clarke and the screen, so much love and adoration in her heart she feels like she might just explode.

Before they leave, Abby forces them to take a Doopler with them. For the next few days, every down moment that used to be filled with the radio or silence is instead filled with the sound of little Madi's heartbeat, as Lexa and Clarke cant do much more than marvel at the little life they made.

[ibrokeeverything]

TBB S3 has launched me headfirst back into the star wars brainrot. Like, I'm going to be so annoying and so incapable of being normal

[rainymoodlet]

drunkenly making out with one of your best friends (and crushes) since highschool with your ex-girlfriend/the rest of your friends in the next room over? YEAH, IVORY, THIS IS A GREAT IDEA —

some extra shots of the gang sleeping bc it's the cutest thing i've ever posed + wolfie