#or i'll explode

[ro-lover]

I love,,, I love purple characters 💜🧍💜 I can not resist jshd BEST SIBLINGS EVER iris u are my everything jdgj even if u are a brain rn sob sob

characters made by @somerandomdudelmao :))

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

That feminine urge to walk around in a cave that's also the ruins of a hotel with your four mates while wearing one of these gowns like a sweet little vampire housewife who spends her time getting the little nest all nice and pretty, dusting cobwebs, lighting candles and fires, sweeping off dust on the fountain, cleaning up blood and such stained on clothes and fabrics.

Or answering the door at a home to some random person who decided to give the doorbell a ring at the wrong time and I'd answer the door all oblivious and elegant, inviting them in for a bite.

You know, normal thoughts.🙃

[meziniart]

just stay with me, lay with me now

Redraw of this

[charactercandyart]

i just think humanified loop is neat i liek them

[elfieafterdark]

Okay but the altered memory chapters in Harrow the Ninth set off a whole myriad of confusing emotions (hah, lore pun).

Ortus seems sweet enough, but he ain't my Cavalier, and he sure as shit ain't Harrow's not in the ways that matter.

I feel weirdly territorial? Like back off man who never ever sat foot in that shuttle bound for Canaan House, Harrow isn't yours.

But it's also brilliant because geez fucking Christ what the hell is happening? (I know what's happening but Muir does such a good job).

So anyways griddlehark better kiss and get together at the end or I might just have to throw myself on an iron fence and have my soul consumed.

[ethtyn]

i need Joel to never call Scar "daddy" in that tone of voice ever again tbh

[pentacass]

A/N: Abstract piece set in Act 3. No spoilers, except for the hair thing. [Shadowheart/fem!Tav]

“First rule of assassination.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes, but doesn’t fight the fingers that clasp her jaw firmly, tilting it upward.

“Never open an artery while you’re standing in front of it.”

When sulking lips part to argue, Solistre presses a damp rag to Shadowheart’s face, and wipes at the spray of blood half-dried over fair skin. Most comes off on the first pass, staining the rag a deep red, but the scowl remains.

“We were in battle,” Shadowheart bites back. “I had no time to worry about positioning-”

“Positioning is key to victory.”

“I saved your life!” Shadowheart tries to lean forward, but is held back by Solistre’s grip. “And you’re critiquing my technique? Really?”

It is impossible to hold back now - a smirk breaks across Solistre’s carefully neutral expression. Shadowheart’s eyes narrow, withering, and she aims a half-hearted slap at Solistre’s wrist.

“That thug hardly posed a threat to my life.”

Which is true, to an extent. That city-pampered cultist was barely a match for Solistre’s shadowblade training in the depths of the Underdark. A simple flick of the wrist, and her dagger would’ve sunk into her foe’s forehead, ending him before his greatsword could fall on her. 

But that doesn’t mean Solistre’s heart hadn’t surged with blood-rushing ardour when Shadowheart charged in, slashing her spear in a vicious arc across the cultist’s neck. Solistre couldn’t stop staring when Shadowheart turned around, face and pale blonde hair dripping with the blood of the slain, eyes shining with concern as she’d reached down to help Solistre off the ground. 

Shadowheart probably mistook her mute adoration for a dazed state after suffering a blow to the head, but Solistre doesn’t have the heart to break the news to her. Not yet…if ever.

“Then I shall leave you to fend for yourself next time.” Shadowheart retorts, frowning when Solistre folds the rag and wipes across her face again. “Are you done?”

“Be still,” Solistre warns, when Shadowheart tries to take the rag. Her hand falls immediately. 

Smiling at the unhappy pout, Solistre folds out a clean corner of the rag. She brushes off the last streaks of blood, tidying the smudged edges of black eyeshadow as she goes, and finally releases Shadowheart’s face from her hold.

“There. A little waiting didn't kill you, did it?”

Shadowheart smiles wryly as she feels about her face. “I swear, you only used that rag because you knew it’d take longer.”

A low chuckle warms Solistre’s throat, as she tosses the used rag aside. “Just be glad I didn’t clean you in drow fashion.”

“And that would be…?”

Solistre leans down - slow, deliberate - drawing Shadowheart’s eyes back to hers, locking in a gaze turned electric. “I would kiss the blood from your lips.”

Unbidden, green eyes flicker down to her mouth. “Tempting…but unhygienic.”

Solistre smiles, dipping in to claim a kiss from those soft, waiting lips. “Yet you are tempted nonetheless.”

Shadowheart sighs. “Forget I said anything.” 

She takes Solistre’s proffered hand, rising from the crate where she had been seated, and doesn't let go as they make for the cellar's stairs.

[eatenbyfaeries]

Recently on my dash I saw a video of the driving crooner that started with "I'm gonna fucking kill you driving crooner" and then had music by I think run the jewels over clips of him crooning and I can't find it anywhere please help

[fb9062]

I've got to be hornier on here

[mythicalm0thii]

The one thing that I think would actually compel me to like Derek's books again is if he did a prequel based around Skulduggery's life and then eventual death

I don't want any high stakes, just something simple, seeing him interact with the people around him and in his life

Then, add some small foreshadowing to his death (like maybe even have Ghastly warn him of it)

But Skul will brush it off, and promise to be safe idk

Then, when the time comes, I want him to be desperate, start off with a rightfully angry man who misjudged his decisions, a simple mistake, then slowly add in the grief and the rage and the fear and the absolute devestation

I WANT TO BE BEGGING FOR ANYONE TO SAVE THIS MAN AND HIS FAMILY, FOR NOBODY TO COME

Skulduggery's death was a tragedy, it was sad, a waste of life

He was too young to die, too fresh, still truly understanding what it means to be in a war (he was around 100-150, wasn't he?)

Then, when he finally dies, he isn't granted peace, no, he wakes up, painfully aware of his own existence, and his own anger...

it would be very silly of Derek Landy to write that

I BETTER BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT OK??? I WANT TO BE SOBBING, MAKE THIS A SLOWBURN. WE KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO DIE, BUT DOESN'T THAT MAKE IT WORSE? KNOWING WE HAVE A TIMER ON THESE CHARACTERS LIVES, BUT WE CAN'T HELP BUT GET ATTACHED

oh and make Skulduggery ginger please

[the-kirbe-anon]

I'm having Splat thoughts but not one of them is coherent

[number1laiosfan4life]

I HAVE LOGGED BACK INTO MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT. BOW DOWN TO ME PEASENTS!!!!!!!

[riguri]

i love them

[turnonyrlovelight]

I AM ENTERING ANALYSIS MODE

[arttsuka]

Autism brothers

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!