#very very dearly

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THE stavrovensky fic that changed me forever please read this please read this please read this its like the most emotionally overwhelming piece of writing i have ever laid my eyes on I'm still crying on my probably 40th reread

[lyslsstuff]

Okay after i finish the last fic drawing i want to ask y'all something.

[noughticalcrossings]

Put thee not on Silent

[ID: A 4 panel comic made of digital paintings of a zoom meeting between the knights of the Round Table.

Sir Galahad, Queen Guinevere, Sir Gawain, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere, have their own individual screens, and one screen shows a conference room with King Arthur, Sir Mordred, and others who are not named.

Both Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere have their cameras turned off, and microphones muted, the entire time.

Panel 1 shows King Arthur with a few of his knights, with Sir Mordred brooding beside him in shadows, and a hand reaching from offscreen to steal snacks from a bowl.

Sir Galahad has his microphone muted, and is in a forest, looking up and to the side. He has brown hair up above his head and very pale skin.

King Arthur asks, "Sir Gawain, canst thou see the PowerPoint slides?"

Panel 2 shows Sir Gawain, who has brown skin, black hair, green clothes, and heterochromia, with one green eye and one dark, replies, "Verily I cannot, I think it be a miasma of the sight."

Behind him for the background is a section from the Green Knight manuscript, showing faded lettering and a green knight on a green horse standing in front of someone with a large axe while a crowd of spectators watch from the sides.

Sir Galahad's screen is now slightly motion-blurred, showing a reddragon's open mouth in front of Sir Galahad's face.

Panel 3 shows Sir Bedivere, labeled Tech Support, who wears a blue shirt and a plumed knight's helm, looking exhaustedly into the camera, pushing his helmet visor up with one hand. He is lit by blue light and has bags under his eyes, asking: "Hast thou sharest the screen?"

His background is of a library. Sir Galahad's screen is now taken up by the motion-blurred side of the dragon that is attacking him.

Panel 4 shows Sir Gawain turned slightly to the side, looking derisively at the camera, saying: "Yea, but I cannot hear Sir Galahad."

The only thing left in Sir Galahad's screen is the motion-blurred, spade shaped tail tip of the dragon chasing him.

End ID.]

Description very kindly added by @describe-things

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

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[starryaike]

Nonbinary children(?) who Could Kill God

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love how you drew foxy, he so scruckly looking <3

Here’s some more Foxys I’ve drawn!!

[munchboxart]

His beautiful smile ☺

[roune]

[pumpkins-and-penguins]

correct response to your wife getting a nat 20 on the dice you got her

[mizukkay]

Together Once More.

So happy to share my piece for the @zelinkacrosstime zine !

[toshidou]

ok but chubby chaser könig!!!!!!

you ask, i deliver~

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König doesn't realise he's been staring, not that he could help it even if he was aware. He can vaguely hear one of the people he came with playfully nudge him, just about picks out the words "chubby chaser", not that he knows entirely what that means. He just has a type, feels his heart rate quicken, his pupils engulfing cerulean until all that remains is black when he takes in plush skin, soft rounded cheeks, and stretch marks.

He wouldn't dare come up to you, all too aware of the intimidation that comes from a man as large as him approaching lone women in a bar, and the last impression he ever wants to give a beautiful stranger like you is one of fear or disdain. Yet to his surprise, it's you who approaches him first.

Chubby chaser König is quick to obsess, not so much as hesitating before he falls head over heels for you, begging at your feet like a smitten puppy dog, tongue out, hands curled in front of his stupidly large chest. He'd be at your beck and call, practically worshipping the ground you walk on, showing you off like a dog who sniffed out the perfect bone. He presents you proudly to his colleagues, chest puffed out, chin held high as his fingers dip into the fat on either side of your waist, your confidence bolstered by his obvious pride.

He loves whatever you wear, doesn't care if you walk out of the house in sweats and a hoodie, or the skimpiest dress known to man, he thinks you look perfect regardless. And if you do decide to wear the latter, he's more than happy to scare the shit out of any man who dares leer your way, much to your delight (because there's nothing hotter than a pissed off 6'10 Austrian man beating the shit out of a snivelling pervert).

And although none of that aggression will ever be aimed at you, that doesn't mean you can't take advantage of it in the club toilets as he fucks you against cracked tiles, your dress bunched around your waist where your legs have come to wrap around his torso. His grip on the soft skin of your hips would feel delightful, the subtle sting of pain mixed with euphoric pleasure as his cock drags against the tight walls of your cunt; no amount of foreplay is ever able to prepare you for the ungodly stretch around his girth. He'd hold you up without breaking a sweat, perfecting the balance of taking and giving as he pushes you to your second orgasm with practiced ease.

"Made for me, liebling, all of you was made just for me, I know it," He'd pant against the crown of your head, eyes rolled back into his skull as your cunt throbs around him like a heartbeat, "I never want anyone but you, and this sweet, pretty cunt of yours."

[janebonbon]

Barnaby needs more outfits... His style is so immaculate!

[raspberryjellybrains]

I really enjoy the contrast between the attitude towards killing in PJO and MCGA. Percy doesn't like killing and only does it when he has to, while feeling very tortured that he is quite good at violence despite wanting to avoid it. then Magnus shows up and his first resort is killing and he is so so bad at it. his sword is swinging him for god's sake, this boy is so cringefail at fighting and it is his first instinct, which goes entirely unquestioned. really a beautiful, beautiful contrast.

[mrsnaildood]

The Liberator fell in love with Wonder Incarnate

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

one wish that leads to another wish that leads to another wish that leads to another w