#(explain later)

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Hello gentle readers to the month of love. I'm writing drabble for @gleehearts-challenge and I'm happy to share them.

Day 1: candy used: explain later

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78704101

A Perfect Brew Of Love

Read on ao3

[divinecrashingcourse]

Miquella can't love Mohg because Mohg is destructive. Sure! Malenia is literally cutting the lands between open north to south and bleeding it dry. with her undefeated army like a hot knife slicing through butter. She's actively doing the Shattering War with all her pride and joy and her relentless blade. In Miquella's name. With his Haligtree symbol on her cape. Shredding Godrick to ribbons. Invading Radahn's land, quite literally salting the earth, even.

By the same logic he also can't love Malenia and she's just stealing his trade mark.

Miquella's attitude towards the cruel side of them is the same, which is he doesn't care. Their dark side is his dark side. Their bloodshed is his bloodshed. Their victory is his victory. He's the figurehead of Malenia's glorious army in the light and the divinity of Mohg's assassin's dynasty in the dark. He's the ultimate beneficial owner of both companies. THEY'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER come on

If he didn't love one of them because of it then he wouldn't love the other one either for the same reason. Malenia and Mohg are just purposefully presented in different lights with manipulative and disorientating language. and boy did that go down well

[strawberryfairyflower]

IMGONNACRY/POS

[progeny-ex-machina]

I couldn’t stop shelf-reading.

[sparksofdaylight]

@mythunderlegion​ sent | 💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.

Perhaps it had not been the best idea to send Vex’ahlia and Percival on the reconnaissance mission; even with their attempts at a disguise, they stuck out like a sore thumb in the town’s Underbelly. Well, at least Percy did. He stood up too straight, looked far too uncomfortable, too civilized to properly fit in among the drunkards, thieves, and various low lives. 

Vex frowned, dropping her gaze from the eye contact of a particularly surly group of men. She was confident they could take them down, but that would defeat the covert part of the mission, and the contract was explicit: the information had to be gathered without them being found out, or else no gold.

And if there was no gold, then what was truly the point? 

She could hear a few mutterings as eyes bored into their backs, tracking their every move. dammit. 

Thinking quickly, Vex turned abruptly and cornered Percival against a wall, one arm extending above him to rest against the bricks as she leaned in closer than was socially acceptable between two friends. She didn’t have a chance to explain to him what her plan was; doing so would simply add more suspicions anyhow. 

Eyes still on them, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Percy’s, letting out a soft moan that she could only hope the passerby could hear. She brought her free hand up to pull at the front of his coat. 

After a few seconds, she leaned in to his ear, whispering softly. 

“Just go with it. Eyes are on us.” 

[remusownsmyuwus]

Genderbend? No!

I'm calling them "cis headcanons"!

[killianoconnells]

If the topic of pregnancy rattles you stop playing TRH for your own mental health. Take a breather. And please realise that PB releases different genres of games for different types of players.