#this is an actual fever dream

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate chuuya canonically drives a 2006 sparkly barbie motorcycle

[claudia-kishi]

🎵 you led me to a bright day we're good as gold if we just stay zinc of all the things we'd do in my chemical romance with you 🎵

[manfuckthisimout]

This look RAHHHHHH

Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.

You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.

He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.

Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.

“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.

You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“

“Y/N! My office, now!”

Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.

You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.

“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”

He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”

He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”

Second fic rawr

This came to me in a feverish daydream

Also because of boredom

Hope you like!!

[mikrotyalm13]

there could be grammatical errors here 'm sorry i wrote this at like 2am. there's a pretty brief mention of fingering but overall vague description of getting hot'n'bothered & dicked down while watching at yourself through the eyes of a godly creature in a form of a.. i dunno? hypnosis? anyways have fun :З

he hovers over you in the deafening silence of the empty room, his palms holding your face. the eyes on his little wings slowly roll back and close as the feathers twitch faintly... the sight would be haunting for anyone else, but not for you. finally, he bares his countenance and whispers:

"let me into your mind."

and with a simple nod of your head, you let him in. you let him see through your eyes, and in return, he lets you see through his own. he loves to get inside your head, making you watch how he gets you worked up. your mind already left your body by now, but you can still see and feel yourself. even if there's not a single though in your head, just a white noise in the background, you can still feel how he presses his whole body against yours while his hands roam all over your smaller frame. it's suffocating, yet somehow hypnotizing.

you know you're not helpless right now, you can snap back to reality at any point. he doesn't want to overwhelm you too much or do something you wouldn't be comfortable with. but you choose to sink deeper anyway, further into his touch, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and exposed to the creature before you.

he takes it slow at first, allows you to watch how he stretches your pretty cunt with his fingers. the look on your face, combined with your dilated pupils, was so feverishly mesmerising. timid, but so shameless and obvious in expressing your own desires and needs, you writhe weakly on your bed, lips parted in a silent plea that doesn't go unnoticed by gavriil.

by the time he's done with you and carefully leaves your conscience, he's already admiring you from above again. your hair, now messy and tangled, your flushed, sweat-soaked skin. there's nothing more pleasing to him than helping you come back down from your high. as if it wasn't him who stripped you away from every bit of your guilt and shame, ravaging you so intensely immediately afterwards, he gazed at your face with such an affectionate look in his eyes. everything about you felt so raw and real to him.

everything felt right.

[pencap]

they warned me that i cannot want you. mother told me wanting you would get me hurt. father told me wanting you would get me scarred. you told me wanting you would get me killed.

foolish heart, do you think i do not know? i have known from the moment that i laid eyes upon you and the devouring void in my chest woke up and named itself wanting and stretched and stretched and never stopped stretching that you would be the death of me.

foolish heart, i am not afraid.

it was always going to get me killed, this life of mine this life of yours this life of ours. and if you are going to be the death of me ( you are, you are, you are ) i would rather die for wanting you than die for hating you. i would rather die for the hope of having you than die for the fear of having you.

be my sun, my winds, my ocean and i will make myself icarus and i will find my joy in your blinding light and i will find my freedom in your touch and i will find my death in your waiting arms.

and you can melt me down like a candle under the flame or you can cast me about like a leaf in the skies or you can swallow me whole like a memory.

i will still be yours and wanting and wanting and wanting.

[panelshowsource]

[larachelledrawsfe]

Lion-Blooded!

This is my second piece for the expansion of the awesome fan-made Fire Emblem board game, Anna's Roundtable! If you didn't get a chance to purchase it the first time, pre-orders for the reprint and expansion are available now!

[hello-starlingfics]

Sam and Cas’s first meeting is hilarious because Sam would absolutely have blown him on the spot if Cas asked him.

[kadextra]

I’ve literally been just hysterically laughing at this elvis vegas wedding it’s so silly and ridiculous but it’s so CUTE I’m so happy for forever and kari the whole qsmp family is there supporting him in the audience they love each other so much and I have a lot of feelings rn I’m kinda crying???

[sandinthepipes]

Jaskier got picked up by his ex and the first thing he did was get naked to show off the new merch and when he thought it wasn't enough made a comment about how hard his nipples were.

What a legend

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

after hearing an explanation of what the fuck is happening with the destiel could have been balls deep and other things, i send my biggest condolences to the spn fandom

[chronicowboy]

i'm sorry but i actually cannot get over do more. like just. buck's the loud one, the one that digs through forty feet of mud whilst screaming, the one that yells at you to hang on as he army crawls towards you in an active shooter situation. eddie's the quiet one, the one that locks everything away so he can work, the one that disassociates as soon as his job is done. but when eddie is rolled into the hospital, buck freezes and when mehta asks him if he's okay he can only whisper a broken no. then when buck is rolled into the hospital, eddie goes to follow and shouts a desperate do more after the doctors promise to do their best for him. do you understand?

[babymorte]

my shirt is tetris 😀

[saionjeans]

based on what we know of touga’s relationship to his own hair as established in the movie, that his adoptive father essentially forced him to grow it out as part of his sexual abuse, it is so fascinating to me how he casually violates utena in the coffin scene by carding his fingers through her hair while she is basically catatonic and in no state to resist. note that he later pulls the same move on her at ohtori and she impresses everyone around her by refusing to take his shit, asserting her boundaries. and then of course he tries it again once he has defeated her, and to signify her state of passive resignation, she allows him, doesn’t even flinch. during the coffin scene, saionji visibly recoils at touga’s action, the implicit violation of it, and implores touga to stop, just as during the scene in the cafeteria, touga’s similar display of smug male chauvinism that utena makes no attempt to resist makes wakaba apoplectic. this kind of creepy display of superiority is paradigmatic of why both wakaba and saionji loathe touga. they find his casual, almost plausibly deniable cruelty to be gutchurningly appalling. as do we, the audience.

but what does it mean that touga exhibits his dominance over utena by touching her hair? that when he first stumbles across a child who, like him, has no hope in a survivable future, has completely given up her soul to a state of nihilist despair, his first instinct is so assert his control over her. unlike him, she is naive, still believes in the illusory promise of the family and its pure, unconditional love, and that is the source of her pain. she has been disillusioned only by something as abstract and inevitable as mortality, but has yet to bear witness to the pain and human suffering that can be caused not by external circumstances, but by other humans. and so touga, in his own state of nihilist despair, nonetheless has power over her through a knowledge she is not yet privy to. his whole life has been an exercise in internalizing the logic of exploitation, of replicating his own abuse through facilitating cycles of violence (the carousel, the ferris wheel, the spinning rose pinned in place upon the frame). and what does touga do, when faced with someone like him, a fellow victim? he does everything in his power to exploit her. and he violates her boundaries by reaching for her hair.

[lilybug-02]

what does a monster soul taste like?

Monster souls have a kind of fluffy tofu-like taste. There's not as much meat on them like with Human Souls, so I recommend marinating it in soy sauce and braising it in a nice chicken broth. 👍🥘🤍