#nnng

[rosalinesurvived]

The twinyards stockpiling food in their rooms

[n3bulas-and-satelites]

Fox man pointy teefs

[haaklandian]

man i sometimes think about how kaas has certainly gotten busted in the face by spiteful villagers, like stones being thrown at him or actually getting jumped, before for either being a witcher or being part haak and how dangerous it can get traveling alone for him for those reasons

[herbalmagickal]

Ooooh my stomach did a turn. I had to unfollow someone cause they posted real blood and stitches. Like, um, if it happened to be one of my followers. Ummm, just. I’m sorry. Could yall tag stuff like that in case end up following you one day? I would at least like to be able to block it with my xkit. something like “real gore tw” would probably work... Sorry. 

[oshii]

you call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing (SPN, Dean/Bela, S3, just a brief lil drabble of what could have been)

Set during 3x06, “Red Sky at Morning”, because the angry sexual chemistry between these two was UNREAL during this episode. I feel like Dean and Bela could have had a great few hate fucks this season. Too bad we never got to see it ;)

Dean looked at Bela for a long moment, his steely green eyes narrowed with acquired malice. Her own green gaze was unwavering, calculating; she flashed her cat-who-ate-the-canary smirk.

“Why, Dean,” she began, beatific smile widening, legs uncrossing. “Is that lust in your eyes?”

Dean’s resolve did not waver. His mouth hardened, and his stare did not falter. “Disgust,” he responded tersely. “Close, but wrong. Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart.”

Bela grinned now, a full and proper one. Her teeth were brilliantly white, perfectly straight and beautiful. Dean swallowed minutely, but held his ground, even as Bela rose undulatingly to her feet and began to cross the room, her strides slow and purposeful. Her gaze was now predatory.

“Bela,” Dean gritted, cracks fissuring the edges of his control, and then she pressed her mouth to his in a slow, deliberate kiss.

The vestiges of his control shattered, and he ground his mouth fiercely against hers, eliciting a squeal from the woman. He reached up, threading big rough fingers through her hair, and grabbed a handful, pulling hard enough that she jerked back and gasped, mouth open and wet. Her eyes were wide, green, and very heady with lust.

They stared at each other, breathing in soft pants, bodies touching.

“…Ow,” she breathed.

That soft sound was what soldered their union. Their mouths met again, over and over, fast and rough and desperate, and he reached down and gripped her full ass firmly with both hands, hoisting her up with an easy flex of his muscles, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and the chaise lounge in the corner held up surprisingly well when the two of them collapsed upon it (considering its age and delicacy, after all).

[homriette]

Have I mentioned how I love your art and how amazing it is?! Cause I do! And it is!

hnnnnnnng thank you so much!! so glad that you are enjoying it <3 <3 <3

[hawk-eye-kazunari]

I'm exhausted now.... hehe.

[uninformed-uniform]

My space Cassandra <333