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[hem0phixx]

pre-transition tord lives on my mind 24/7 i have so many hcs for him

[notfeelingthyaster]

jason nightwinging was better than bruce nightwinging. tim would be the obvious choice, he is like smaller penis guy no one would notice, and he has no job since he is clinging to robin. cass would be a good choice. duke would be an okay choice. even steph would be a better choice, actually, even if she is blonde, we put a cowl on her and it's solved. ANYONE. BUT. BRUCE.

[soupdweller]

i love the idea of unhinged sun... just slaughtering cheerfully with a big smile

[writeblrfantasy]

Reintro!

I've been on writeblr four years, I figured it's time for a reintro! a lot of the folks who were here when I first came to this wonderful community aren't here anymore, and it's time to meet some new lovely people!

I'm Lila, she/her, and I am a queer fantasy romance author! I'm an indie author with three books currently out! they are:

All of those are available here! This is my author website, and my author instagram!

I also have an author newsletter, which gives a monthly update on what i'm working on, as well as first looks and sneak peeks!

This is my Kofi, where I post novelettes/short stories. I'm working on a membership system for serial short stories.

I have a general taglist that i use semi-often, so please let me know if you'd like to be added to that! you can find more details about my finished/unfinished works here!

I'm also a frequent fanfic writer, so dm me if you want my ao3 or my fandom blog.

I am always looking for new writeblrs to follow and wips to track! please especially reblog if you're a writer who fits any of these:

is an indie author (ALWAYS looking to support more indie authors)

writes mostly fantasy

writes queer romance

is active and posts about their wips often

but of course, all writers are welcome, even if you don't fit those points! boosts are encouraged!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime

@chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create @rodentwrites

[kakyogay]

just remembered I drew this so uh yeah

aftermath of this

to not fucking die, he's connected to an outside power source. His rarefraction cell needs some repairs and the walls that surrounded it need to be purged of rot and fixed.

internal rot is removed and cut off away from vitals.

For external rot, there are patches with a stronger treatment thing. I'm thinking something spore puff related but that's cause backwards through the snow put thoughts in my brain. It's really just a stronger version of the ointment previously used for treatment. it's either this or straight up replacing it.

To conserve power, no pupils and limited movement. Water is also sent through the tube in the back to keep his systems from overheating.

the logic is lowkey bullshit but it's whatever. Making the iterators modern is much less logical than off the string aus.

also an extra couple of doodles because yes

obviously it's much more serious than this but idk writing hard

[pmpwbrrs]

I am NOT going to finish this even the thought of it makes me tired + its been so long.. i draw everything differently now + oh my fucking goooododddddddddDDDD + lyrics are not on point + i would rather eat a sock than continue working on this 😢

So I'll just chomp it all up into gifs and plomp it all here and finally close this coffin

The point was that Pebbles is just reliving main moments of his life. Everything flashes before his eyes, but distorted and strange and not all the way through, because the rot has eaten out of him almost everything that was responsible for his memories. He can't even remember the faces and names of his loved ones. But even so, shame and guilt and pain still suffocate him.

[vergeltvng]

YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF ANTIHERO. Handsome, lots of swearing, violent, full of rage.

⸻ A STUDY IN: Revenge served cold, grief, moral corruption, ruthlessness, suffering for sanity, becoming what one once sought to destroy, doing whatever it takes and being a motherfucker 24/7.

【 . . . 】 Fuck "letting go." You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw, going after 'em.

— ⁰¹ 「rules.」 — ⁰² 「about.」 — ⁰³ 「starter.」 — ⁰⁴ 「inbox.」 — ⁰⁵ 「writings.」 — ⁰⁶ 「edits.」 — ⁰⁷ 「gifs.」 — ⁰⁸ 「credit.」

#VERGELTVNG, a singlemuse blog for BILLY BUTCHER from the Amazon Series THE BOYS, as V'd up by 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. Crossover-, multiverse-, multiship- and duplicate friendly. OCs welcome. Low activity, semi-selective, german preferred. English is fine for short interactions. Mdni, 18+ only.

[plope]

sunstone doodles :)

(cw suggestive under cut)

yeah im normal about them. (using them to practice and figure out how i want to draw iterators)

[tanzdoesthings]

Birthdays

for the Ancient AU. Five Pebbles and Seven Red Suns celebrates a birthday.

a gift for @ardienothesieno !

“I thought you didn’t do birth-cycles?” Pebbles said as he tilted his head and looked to Suns. His cup clinked against the smooth table, drink sloshing a bit, letting the ice clink against the straw. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, casual and yet refined. Suns fit in better than Pebbles ever did.

They sipped their drink, as poised as the cycle they met, embodying a silent holiness that Pebbles could never dream of achieving. “No, it is not my usual style,” they reply, “but it seemed valuable to celebrate.”

Void below. What is he supposed to say to… this? All of this! Seven Red Suns taking time out of their busy schedule just to take him out to lunch? He’s an artist and lab tech, for wyrm’s sake, and yet they continue to meet, discussing anything under the sun, and then lower as well. Religion, philosophy, paintings, life, their work on the lifeblood of their civilization. Turning Spires is activating soon, and they’re here. Celebrating his birthcycle.

“Pebbles?” they prompt, bringing him back to the moment. “Is everything alright?”

He nods, taking another sip of his drink. “Just thinking about all that’s happened.”

They raise their glass in agreement, tipping it towards him and then taking another sip. “It’s incredible, really. We always wonder if the cycle has us trapped, and here we are, celebrating it.”

“Tradition, I suppose,” he contemplates, holding the cup on the table.

Suns seems to have noticed the oddities, to his dismay. “We don’t have to celebrate here, you know. I thought it would be nice to take you up here, but you seem… uncomfortable.”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Suns,” he bites back, harder than he really meant to.

Smoothly, always elegantly, in a single motion, Suns sets their cup on the table, taking Pebbles by the arm and pulling. He almost falls, but manages to keep step with his friend. They travel down the elevator, out onto the street, moving between the flowing crowd.

It takes until they are standing in front of the rolling door to Pebble’s workshop that he realizes what Suns is doing. “Hey- I thought you said no work today!”

Suns unlocks the door. They’ve known the code for many cycles now. “Where do you keep your paints? And an apron, preferably.”

Little Pebbles, standing in the doorway where he was left, stares. “You want to paint?”

“It’s your birthday, yes? You enjoy doing this. I want you to show me.”

It takes another moment before Pebbles snaps back into action, collecting two aprons and moving to hang his mask on the hook- until he remembered Suns was also there. Should he take off his mask-? It would be more difficult to paint with it on- would it be weird?

Maybe it would, except Suns had moved behind him, taking an apron in one hand and holding their own mask in the other, hanging it. Oh. He tries to stop thinking, pulling off his own mask and hanging it side by side. They are smiling at him- have they always been? Their eyes are so vibrant- focus. Paint. Cans are pulled from the cabinet, nozzles fitted and set in front of a blank wall in the workshop.

“It will take some getting used to,” he says, picking up a red can and shaking. “Keep your hand moving, or else the paint will pool and drip.” A piece of paper is handed to Suns, and they reach down to pick up another can. Purple.

They shake it as well, trying a few sprays across the paper. The first two drip, but the third is relatively even. Pebbles watches, and void below is it different having Suns in this workshop. They’re tall, he’s always known this, but even without the mask Suns towers over him. He nods at the test sprays, pointing to the wall.

“We start with a sketch. This will get covered up later, but it’s good reference.” He takes a deep breath, stepping up to the wall. Scholar symbol. That will do. It’s bubbly and big, and Suns moves to add some pearls in around the character.

“Is this good?”

He’s always painted alone, this is so different. It’s good. “Yes, very. I like the way it frames the subject.”

Five Pebbles gets into the rhythm of painting. Shake-shake-shake, spray. Step back, see the big picture. Next color. Repeat. Suns works on the pearls, and they almost glow on the wall, colors weaving together. They’re picking this up well.

“You’re quick,” Suns observes, adding gold to one of the pearls.

“I’ve done this for a long time,” he replies.

More painting. Outlines are added, highlights giving emphasis to the shapes. Suns steps back at this point, letting their friend finish the work.

He steps back, dropping the near-empty canister on the ground. “Well. We did it.”

“Thank you Pebbles.”

“Oh-“ He really had needed to get something on this wall, this had just been a good excuse to-

Suns puts their hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”

He nods. It was still so surreal to see Suns without their mask, but there they went, picking the cans up off his floor. He hastily followed, putting caps back on and throwing out the empty ones. It all cleaned up quickly, and they both returned to the cabinet to put away the cans and aprons.

“It’s a shame we must wear these bulky masks and not be able to properly appreciate all the artwork on the walls.” Suns states as they pick up their mask, inspecting it before putting it back on.

“Yeah.”

Suns glances to Pebbles. “Let’s get home. It’s been a long day. Oh- send Moon my regards! I’m still writing a response to her last message,” they laugh, standing and walking to the door.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she knows.” He follows suit, closing the door behind the two and locking it.

Many cycles later, when he’s running for his life, he’s going to come in this workshop, looking for supplies. He’s going to see the mural, made with the one who set him up to fail. The burns on his hands, his face, all from the void fluid that Suns gave him. And he is going to swallow his despair, and run.

Run far away.

[kacievvbbbb]

Idk why I find the fact Mihawk writes Y/N Reader inserts so funny but so true and I have reader inserts blocked on here like I hate them but oh my god so in character for him.

And he does not give a shit. Absolutely go king and getting fantasy dicked down by all the hot guys in one piece world I support! Also him being a sengoku shipper iconic. I was say maybe he thinks about Kuzan but I think he’s out off by his general laziness and apathy and not in a fun apathetic way like Barsolino in a depression way. ( he’s looking in a mirror and does not like it.) but if he learns Dragon used to be a marine and friends with Akainu he’s making the most toxic relationship of them friends to enemies to nemesis type shit.

He’ll write a new book and it will be a sensation and no matter the fact he changed the names everyone with a brain cell will be able to figure out who it’s about.

Sorry this took so long to reply! but

YES YES YES!!! I don't really like self insert stuff either but it's so in-character for him I'm so obsessed.

And yeah it really is just the adventures of reader as they travel across the grand line getting dicked down is definitely one of his most beloved and acclaimed series. Shanks goes hot and cold on that series a lot because while the idea of watching mihawk getting dicked down by another man is very hot Shanks is also a jealous man and he is very jealous of these "fictional" men. He tries to find out if mihawk has ever fucked any of them in real life and maybe 👀.

Also yeah I just threw in the marine thing because I thought it was funny but I'm glad it stuck out! 😂. I don't think he self ships with any of the marines (maybe in his GILF era sengoku or fujitoro) I think because none of the really strong marines appeal to him but he would fuck smoker if he was stronger. and just because I remembered dude and I think it would be so funny imagine if his only self x marine ship is with Ryokugyu (the tree admiral) I think he'd hate him in life but he's not blind. I think this realllllly pisses shanks off because he does not like him and honestly its a bit of a snake eating his own tail because a lot of the reason he doesn't like him is because of Mihawk's fanfiction of him.

I think Mihawk's natural reaction (mostly because it's mine) is to ship Sengoku with Garp but he hates Garp and even the thought of picturing him in that way is enough to make him want to pour his ears to bleach his brain. I think it be funny if during one of his lackadaisical checking out marine headquarters rooms (because realistically who is going to stop him) he stumbles upon and old picture of Garp Sengoku and Tsuru when they were young and he is very intrigued by thetwo hot young men then he notices that one of them is Garp and he almost throws up, the thought wont leave him alone tho.

Also yes i don't think Mihawk actually knows dragon but he has definitely heard of him and being Garps son is enough cause for pettitness in his eyes. Dragon's identity is a little harder to parse out I the books but Akainu's is so fucking obvious. And it is a loved and well-cherished series. Anytime that Mihawk attends a warlord meeting or just genuinely has an unpleasant interaction with akainu (which is every interaction) he puts pen to paper. It'd be funny if this was the most "tame" series though more focused on the fictional romace which confuses dragon and pisses akainu off even more because what? do they think he can't take it? and mihawk is very pleased with himself. he drops a new edition right before he goes to any warlord meeting so he can watch akainu seethe in real time as the new talk of the town takes root (this series specifically is very popular in marine towns)

as for the real life identities. I think he definitely makes it a bit hard not to protect anyone. Still, because he thinks it's fun to make people guess and adds to the mystery so there is definitely a fan club (which Shanks leads) dedicated to putting the clues together on just who all the different men are (shanks needs this for....research purposes 👀) some of them are obvious if you're in the know like the Benn ones or Crocodile while others are just plain obvious because the Red Haired Emperor is definitely shanks like if you know shanks you know its him there is only two people with hair that red. It's not kidd( it does give both kidd and shanks a bit of a reputation of some islands because his book counterpart is infinitely more dashing and "masculine" that shanks' bum and kid's manica energies) and I think he makes the Akianu ones very obvious to anybody that literally even if you've just ever heard of him you know its him just to fuck with him.

[mylifesjustacarousel]

psst… psst….

send in hook requests (i don’t know why the horse picture is so big but this horse is me, i am this horse)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

head in hands i only have six hours until the deadline for my summer course analysis thingie …. i wanna write my silly little gojo fic :(((((

[starsfic]

A new video has been posted to DragonQueen.

The camera flicks on to reveal LONG XIAOJIAO's face. She looks ready to burst out laughing, her green eyes sparkling and cheeks puffed out. She leans forward.

Long Xiaojiao, her voice low: "So, hey, everyone. We recently got a lot of suggestions to play FNAF Security Breach after I posted that video of us taking turns playing FNAF 2. And..."

She turns the camera to reveal the scene.

RED SON lies on the floor, face first, in seeming defeat, with a visible ring of burned rug around his head. QI XIAOTIAN is sitting upright, staring at the TV. His face is eerily blank, with sparks zipping off his body. The TV is frozen on a jumpscare of Glamrock Freddy, missing his upper face.

Long Xiaojiao: "Red kept getting frustrated by all the glitches." Her face turns serious. "I agree with him, this shit is not cool. We keep losing progress. But their faces..."

She does not notice XIAOTIAN turn his head sharply towards her, eyes glowing a furious gold, as she snickers.

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

(@queen--kenobi) Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

BUT

Gimme Tyland’s perspective on that mini fic where Rhaenyra catches him and Daenys hehehe

The Drabble In Question

Her hand was in the crook of Tyland’s elbow as they walked through the gardens, but it was Daenys who controlled where they went. She dragged him along by his arm, constantly glancing away from where she was intent to bring him in order to look up at his face. Each time she did she started giggling anew, and her smile was giddy and full of affection when her lilac eyes landed on him. Tyland felt it too, but not enough to throw all caution to the wind like she was seemingly willing to do.

“Daenys, we weren’t supposed to be alone. You could at least try to pretend to make it look like we are waiting for Cassana to join us, or that you are disappointed at her absence.” His voice was quiet as he spoke. They were alone in the gardens, or at least at this end of them, but that did not mean he needed to ignore their decision to keep all of this secret.

“No one is here to see.” She whispered back, leaning into him as she continued to lead him along.

“For now,” Tyland paused briefly, the nagging curiosity having chipped away at his resolve until he had to address it, “and why did you lie about Lord Lyonel’s daughter joining us? It seems unnecessary.” Lying came as easy as breathing for His Grace's second daughter, half truths and tears and pretty words to distract and placate so she could play the part of the ignored, frivolous maiden for those who did not care to know her deeply. Never with him though, at least not since they had grown close from his own sincerity. Tyland received the truth, and more importantly her reasons.

“I have only recently reached my majority. It would be unseemly for the king's now eligible daughter to be alone with an unmarried man who has taken no vows of chastity, prior friendship or not. If it is all three of us though, then it is just silly little Princess Daenys seeking companionship without a care in the world. You cannot touch Cassana without risking the wrath of Ser Harwin, and you cannot very well deflower a princess while her dearest friend is watching.” The explanation was matter-of-fact and so easily rambled off that she'd probably come up with it long before she sought him out that morning. A small measure of pride swelled in his chest, warm and rushing through his veins like molten gold. It was special being privy to what laid underneath the batting white lashes and the giggles and the put upon hysterics, secret proof of the love they hid away from the world to keep safe and secure from the prying eyes of the court until such a time it was convenient to reveal. Assuming a convenient time came.

“Sound reasoning.”

“Don’t I always have that?” Her voice rose with her self satisfaction, all too pleased with her own strength of mind to continue with her carefully planned subtlety.

“Daenys!” Her name came out as a warning hiss, Tyland’s voice barely above a whisper as he tried to prompt her towards silence once more. She merely went back to giggling, her eyes squinting and her nose scrunching as she shifted her hold from his elbow to his hand, holding it in both of hers as she pulled him behind one of the hedgerows lining the walking path.

“Daenys, someone will hear us.”

She leaned against one of the trees, a coy smile on her lips as she posed herself beneath the branches heavy with pink and white blossoms. “And what are you going to do to make sure I am quiet enough that no one does?”

A grin split across his face as he closed the distance between them. He would give into her goading, this time it was charming. Tyland cupped her cheek as he bent down to kiss her. Daenys pressed her lips more firmly against his, humming softly against his mouth as she got exactly what she wanted. She was soft and eager and at times perhaps a bit too willing to use teeth, but it was wonderful all the same.

Tyland rested his forehead against Daenys’s when he pulled back, and he bit back a chuckle as she let out a little huff of displeasure. She pulled back slightly, just enough he could see her pouting.

“Why did you stop?”

“We have to breathe some time.”

“I’ve breathed. Kiss me again.”

Tyland let himself laugh this time, his smile growing wider as his hand trailed from her cheek to her jaw, his thumb coming to rest at the corner of her full lips. “As my princess commands.”

Daenys’s fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed her again, holding him fast against her so that this time he could not pull back before she was ready. His hands drifted from her face, trailing down her shoulders and her sides to rest on her hips. Daenys shivered at his touch, and her teeth grazed his lower lip as his fingers sank into the meat of her hips through the soft, lavender silk of her gown.

“Ser Tyland!”

His eyes shot open at the call of his name and his face flushed, panic settling in and setting his insides on fire as he clumsily tried to disentangle himself from the embrace. There was no way to make this look different, the most he could hope for was smoothing things over with Daenys’s sister and trying to make her see the reason behind their secrecy.

“Princess, this isn’t what you think! We–”

“Oh, it isn’t? Well then, Ser Tyland, what am I looking at if not my father’s Master of Ships taking advantage of my sister’s loneliness at losing his predecessor’s daughter so that he can rise above his station while–”

Daenys let out a forlorn wail, all but shrieking as tears bubbled up in her pale eyes. For the first time in a long time, Tyland couldn't tell if they were a tactic to calm tempers and get someone to her side, or if they were real. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but Princess Rhaenyra pushed past him. She shot him a pointed glare, fury in her gaze, and pulled her younger sister to her.

Daenys shoved her away, fat tears now rolling down her cheeks as the other princess looked at her in wounded disbelief. Her voice wavered as she spoke, but the tears did not make her words any less sharp. “I thought you loved me!”

An expression like she'd just been slapped briefly passed over Princess Rhaenyra’s face, hurt and indignation before she snapped at her sister, “I–of course I do! That is why I am protecting you!”

“I do not need protection!”

“You obviously do! I would not have my sister used to–”

“I am not being used!” Daenys started crying harder, teetering on the edge of falling into true hysterics that would see her breathing coming in desperate gasps, “I brought him here, this was my idea! Rhaenyra, I love him!” She pointed at Tyland, her arm shaking as she sobbed.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she practically wilted against him. Daenys buried her face into his chest, wailing again as tears soaked into his doublet. Tyland looked up from his princess only briefly, giving her elder sister an awkward, apologetic smile. He hadn’t wanted things to escalate like this, but with Daenys and Rhaenyra both involved in the situation it had probably been inevitable.

The mask of anger on the Princess of Dragonstone’s face began to crack, and Tyland turned his attention back to Daenys. He kissed the top of her head as he smoothed her bouncy curls. Her fingers curled into his green velvet cloak, desperately clinging to him as he quietly whispered to her about how she would be alright, how this could be fixed and smoothed over, how nothing would happen to him. Or at least he hoped nothing would.

Daenys shifted, her cheek pressed against his chest so she could look in her sister's direction. It was only a moment later that she let go of his cloak, freeing herself from his gentle hold to rush to Princess Rhaenyra. Tyland watched as she took her sister's face in her hands, wiping away tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. He looked down, lips pressed together tightly as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. Tyland felt awkward, as if he were the one intruding now, but he couldn't leave.

“Rhaenyra–”

“One of us should be happy, I suppose.”

“I do not want you to be upset! I just…” her sentence trailed off, and there was a beat of careful, contemplative silence before Daenys continued, “I appreciate your intent. If I had not been the one to start everything, if Tyland was untrue with his intentions, I would hope that my elder sister would save me. You were always braver than I am, and you’re very quick witted. After everything it…it makes sense you were so upset, and that you wanted to help me.”

“But you don’t need it.” Princess Rhaenyra’s reply was soft and sullen, fully lost in the need for importance she'd found herself drowning in ever since the birth of Prince Aegon.

“I will always need your help, Rhaenyra! And I shall gladly welcome it because I love you.”

Tyland hazarded a glance back up from the ground and at the princesses just as Daenys released her sister's face to press a kiss to her tear stained cheek. Princess Rhaenyra cut her eyes towards him, catching his watching of something he was no doubt supposed to ignore.

He smiled at her, clasping his hands behind his back as he bowed his head. Tyland wasn't sure if it was deference, or his being trapped in the awkwardness of his boyhood before he'd figured out the types of interaction that pleased people. All he was sure of, was that it was exceedingly more comfortable to not look at Princess Rhaenyra right now. Not when her pale purple eyes bored into his being to scrutinize everything there.

“Try to be a bit more careful, next time. If your affair is exposed again, it may not be someone so forgiving who finds you two.”

Relief washed over Tyland, and he looked back up again. His eyes landed on Daenys, and he kept them there. She was easy to look at, a beacon to pull him out of the familiar, sometimes off-putting, awkwardness.

“Oh, we will, we will! I promise, Rhaenyra! And–and you aren’t going to tell anyone?!”

Princess Rhaenyra let out a singular chuckle under her breath, an easy smile on her face as she plucked a leaf from Daenys’s hair. She spun it in her fingers, working the stem back and forth a few times before releasing it to let it flutter to the ground. “I would spare the court the details of how shameless and no doubt disgustingly sugary you two are.”

Daenys gushed her thanks, repeating herself a few times and talking in circles. He couldn't blame her, though. Tyland saw Princess Rhaenyra step closer to him from the corner of his eye, and he turned his attention towards her as she brought her hands behind her back and looked up at him.

He coughed into his fist before bowing, albeit probably a bit more shallow than was socially correct. “Thank you, princess. Your forgiveness and discretion are most gracious.”

“My sister is incredibly fragile, Ser. Keep that in mind so that you do not hurt her in any way, because if you do it is not His Grace or the Kingsguard you need to be wary of. I imagine dragon fire hurts worse than being gelded.”

Tyland took a slow, steadying breath in through his nose. If he could just be as sincere with her as he had been with Daenys, everything would be alright. Princess Rhaenyra would see. “Daenys will continue to see nothing but the utmost gentleness and care, princess. She deserves nothing but my best.”

His eyes drifted past her after he responded, landing on Daenys once more. He smiled as he watched her pick out the leaves that had gotten stuck in her hair while they kissed, swishing and flouncing as she plucked the foliage from her curls to throw to the ground. She huffed at ther gentle descent, but continued on as she was regardless. It was endearing.

“Good day, Ser Tyland.”

“Princess Rhaenyra.” He bowed again as she breezed past him, going back to her walk as if nothing had happened. He was grateful for that, it boded well for this second person who knew of his and Daenys’s relationship.

“Let me help with that.” Tyland went back to his princess's side, plucking the last two leaves from her hair as she finally stilled in her busy movements. When he released them, Daenys spun back around to face him, and raised herself up onto her toes to quickly kiss him on the mouth.

She pulled away before he could kiss her back, grinning up at him as she giggled. “Thank you, my brave and noble knight.”

“Brave and noble? I hardly did anything.”

“Hardly did anything? Just now, you very calmly faced down a dragon for me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, the breath holding back the laughter that would have come otherwise. “Considering that dragon is your sister, I would say you've made the task of handling them very easy for me. Regular exposure and all that.”

Daenys kissed him again, longer and just as eager as she had been before they were interrupted. When she pulled back again, she was looking up at him through her lashes and smiling just as coyly as when she'd goaded him onto kissing her. “And how else does my handsome knight handle dragons?”

[euoniatz]

ughhhh i feel like writing so badd but i don't know what?? someone send me requests/asks so i can word-vomit about my faves

literally like anything in the tags i beg

[kakyogay]

uwag something I never posted

I forgot how old it is but I know it's pretty early in the slugerators. I could redraw it and maybe try a different composition but I have other things to do right now.

I would share the drabble I have already written for this scene but idk it's old and kinda ass and I don't like writing as much as just bsing my way through a summary.

basically little pupper pebble was dumb (having rot ouchies) and fell off a pole, separating him from arti. Suns was just going to hunter for a delivery and found him. They did what any sluppy enjoyer would do and yoinked the pebble (with permission ofc). silliness and (rot) panic ensues :)