#cardis

[rosyfele]

Blood Beckon

[canonsensical]

If the actual Impala is still on earth with Sam, then what is Dean driving through the multiverse?

There are objects in heaven because the soul "wishes" it; rocking chair, beer, roadhouse. So is this Impala in heaven with Dean because he wished for a magic car *really* hard while he was dying?

Or is it just a regular heaven car he worked some magic on? With Bobby's help? With Jack's? Jack clearly doesn't want Dean meddling so why would he enable him?

Or seeing as we didn't see Sam drive the car again, is it "dead", and it's soul went to heaven, and Sam is keeping the corpse in his garage?

[bookofkhidr]

Bibi Zogbé (Labibé Zogbé, Lebanese artist known as the painter of flowers, emigrated to Argentina at the age of sixteen, 1890-1973), Cardos (Thistles). Oil on canvas.

[marigoldwitch]

Granny Square Switch Lite Case + Strawberry Pocket Cardigan — in my shop now

case || cardigan

We’re trying to move like... right now lol... and the place were looking at requires a larger deposit than the other place we were gonna get. So all sales are going to getting us into a better place (with a toilet that actually flushes and ceilings that aren’t beginning to cave in lol).

You could also use this pouch for any thing, it doesn’t have to be a switch lite case.

Thanks in advance. Even if you just reblog, every little bit helps and no action is too small ❤️❤️❤️

[catarsis-de-almas]

En mi mente sigues siendo la prioridad de mis pensamientos.

-Cardis.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

Rose Palace Headcanon, I guess

Let’s say the royal family of elves has three children. Chloris, a day elf, his goth brother who is a night elf, and then a daughter. A third child, who unlike most elves is not bound to a specific time of day, but holds power in both day and night. Her unique position means she is expected to act as a messenger, a diplomat, carrying grievances from one group to the other, but never truly feeling at home in either. She’s a child in between, most comfortable during twilight or dawn.

Chloris adores his sister, and she idolizes him. And why should’t she? He’s the golden child, the future king, and her caring big brother. At first, she tries her hardest to do her duty flawlessly, just like Chloris does. But eventually, her responsibilities begin to chafe. She has power over two worlds, and yet all day and all night, she’s expected to be available to hear whatever grievances an elf has, and try to find a solution. Never allowed to explore the boundaries of the forest, to see what wonders day and night hold, to understand her place in them, as the Princess-In-Between… She starts to resent her familial responsibilities, and whenever she thinks she can get away with it, she sneaks away to explore.

At some point, she runs into a group of Kindred. Beings between life and death, existing in twilight, just like her. For the first time in her life, she believes she’s found people that actually, truly understands what it’s like to be her. She befriends them, and they introduce her to their leader, Cardis.

Cardis, who sort of has a thing for luring young, pretty girls from prestigious families away from their destinies and into her fold.

She doesn’t think she will be able to trick the elf princess into taking her contract and becoming a Kindred; her own power is too strong, and as an elf she is already immortal. Instead, Cardis decides to befriend the princess, and show her what a life outside of the elves’ forest could mean.

Soon, she is comfortable enough around the Kindred for her to accept Cardis’ invitation into the Netherworld; the space between realms where the Kindred take shelter. Neither here nor there, it’s not bound by usual laws, much like the Princess herself. The Princess is absolutely enthralled by the endless possibilities of the Netherworld. Passion, lust, greed, indulgence… all are things that elf culture considers frivolous and shameful to devote oneself to, yet the Princess can’t find it in herself to turn down when offered. The magic of the Netherworld is like a drug, addictive and compelling, and ever very chance she gets, she sneaks off to the in-between realm.  When the Kindred leader thinks she has the elf Princess hooked, she offers her the chance to drink from her goblet and bind herself to the Netherworld forever.

But the Elf Princess hesitates; she still loves her family, and despite her complicated relationship with it, the forest is her home. She says she has to think about it, and leaves.

Chloris has, by this point, noticed her strange behavior and unexplained disappearances, and is determined to get to the bottom of it. So when he notices she’s gone again, and isn’t particularly busy at the moment, he decides to wait for her return and then order her to tell him the secret of her absences. When she does get back, she seems troubled by something, but before he can ask her about it, he notices wounds on her neck that mean she’s been with a Kindred. He’s furious; the elves consider the Kindred scum—wretched creatures, not even worthy of being deemed their enemies. He goes off, telling her she’s betrayed their family, their people, his faith in her.

She’s crushed by his words. She tries to explain why she needed them, why she needed friends who understood her and a place where she belonged, but he doesn’t want to listen. Chloris tells her that he will be informing their parents of her delinquent behavior, that she will be punished accordingly, and forbidden from seeing the Kindred again.

And that’s what it takes for the Princess to realize that she no longer wants her life in the forest. Before anyone can stop her, she flees again. By now, she knows her way into the Netherworld by heart, and before any elf can catch up to her, she’s back in Cardis’ embrace, accepting her offer to live in the Netherworld, and drinking from the Kindred’s goblet to sever her connection to the elves’ forest The former Elf Princess constructs a new image for herself, uses her unlimited magic in the Netherworld to create a splendid, underground palace that attracts treasure hunters for her to play with, and has a grand old time with all her Kindred buddies, and just trying not to think too much about what she’s left behind.

Naturally Chloris blames himself, and carries the soul-crushing guilt of having driven away his precious little sister with him forever!

[warlock-enthusiast]

Let's make them scream

day 12 of fictober! and it’s smut time!

d&d bard Aisling x her kinda undead drow necromancer Cardis (NSFW)

“Ugh, no.” Aisling rubbed her wrists and pushed her blankets away. She remembered renting some rooms in some backwater village, hoping for lice free beds and rest and maybe a keg of wine or two. Chano had rolled his eyes when Galogak and Reed took a room for the both of them. He and Aisling prefered the quietness and peace of separate housing. 

Her quarters appeared changed, though. Larger, luxurious. A four poster bed, decorated with heavy linens, and darkness surrounding her, without a single light to be seen.

She searched her back and felt the tendrils of the curse creeping on her bare flesh. By now, a skull almost devoured her entire back, down to the soft skin of her hips. Its bones touched and teased, leaving her body throbbing for more. Aisling sighed and put a hand on her stomach. Her own nakedness came as no surprise. Not any more.  

Aisling closed her eyes. “We’re doing this? Again?”

He emerged from the shadows. A figure taller than her, broader, and his breathing tickling her ears. “You’re mine. I’ve marked you. You’ll never be alone.” Cold fingers brushed her cheeks and traced the line of her jaw and neck. 

His nails looked like claws.

“Why me?” Aisling stayed still. His touch sent shivers down her spine and she pressed her lips together. All of this seemed nothing more than a dream, some sort of twisted reality and yet, she felt his touch and smelled the earth on his skin.

“You dared to defy me.” He wrapped a strand of Aisling’s hair around his finger and his strange eyes focussed her face. “I haven’t seen such spirit in centuries.”

Aisling rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes. I’m so very special. Spare me your lies.”

He smiled, baring sharp teeth. “I’m not lying. You and your little friends were a welcome distraction and you fooled me.” Another husky laughter. “I’ve been so blind. To mistake you for one of my slaves. My magic should have warned me.”

“Cardis.” The drow cupped her face and Aisling leaned into his touch. She trembled beneath his caress.

“Your flesh is so young and so alive.” Cardis craned his neck and whispered against her mouth.

“Half elf, mistress of song, always torn, always hoping for something more.” He bit her lip and licked a drop of blood away. His kisses tasted like death. Mouth covering her own, his tongue pressing against hers. A promise of might.

“I’m your answer.” Cardis’ thumb circled her breasts, until he felt her nipple’s stiffen.

He guided her to the bed then and she missed a breath. “You’re awfully full of yourself.”

Aisling pulled him down with her. 

His clothing disappeared like her own and she saw the lean lines of his body, muscled and dark, some scars. Magic bound her to the bedposts, leaving her at his mercy. She felt the shackles around her wrist tighten with every move and held still. Aisling craved his touch and mouth and cock. Deep down, she knew that she liked to be his and to be controlled up to a certain point.

And it wasn’t their first time. 

He’d been with her ever since leaving the island. Ever since, he’d marked her with his sigil, in every dream, during every night.

Cardis wasn’t gentle. He pressed his fingers into her flesh, already leaving marks, scraped his teeth along her neck and breasts, bit and sucked. Aisling enjoyed every drop of pain. Pushing his hand between her legs, he found her wet and smiled. Aisling despised the satisfied smirk and grinded against his fingers. The shackles hindered her movements, as she pushed her body down. 

“And still you fight me. Give in.”

Aisling moaned, louder this time, as he found her clit. Not that he cared much about her pleasure, but he adored seeing her in the helpless throes of passion, vulnerable.

“You’re so eager. I never had someone so eager for my touch.” Cardis forced her legs apart and settled between them. He rubbed his cock against her, wetting his hard flesh. Heat pooled in her stomach and goosebumps covered every inch of her skin. A part of herself hated how Cardis made her feel and how he craved his touch. He’d slowly crept into her waking hours, too. The taste of his lips and the smell of magic. Aisling swore to never utter a word to her friends about it.

Cardis lifted her hips and moved, destroying every rational train of thought. Aisling screamed and struggled against the chains with every thrust. Hard, quick. Everything tasted of blood and darkness. Shadows surrounded them and lulled her into another dream. 

He stilled his body and laughed. “Sing for me, bard.”