#oopse

[skewered-smiles]

She really got what she asked for 🫡

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(creator added: yall did NOT see me post my art on the wrong blog. NOBODY saw that.)

[mercymaker]

❝If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised❞

[sundere1181]

fucked around and got a professional camera

[hennalyes]

So... I think I maaaay have played a little too much Skyrim in front of my son.....

So we got him a toddler bow and arrows for Christmas. My husband will build gaurdians out of legos (from breath of the wild), and he also got some dragons from Christmas.

Well, my son will stand on top of something (for a better vantage point), aim his toy bow at the Legos or Dragons, and once the arrow is loosed he shouts "DIE!"

(Action shot)

[lilyharvord]

Any headcannons about marecal sleeping together throughout the books? Like, do you think in GS they had a little distance between them and by KC they were flushed together? I just need some marecal fluff in my life and you're the best at it

In Glass Sword, the first time they cuddle together, they're kinda awkward about it. Like they don't quite know how to fit together. Cal think that it's very fitting. But then, Mare turns to face him, and she drops her chin to rest her head against one of her collarbones, her lips ghost just along his other one. She rests her hands against his chest, one hand over his pounding heart, the other curling around his neck and her fingers brushing the edge of his hair. Her leg slides between his. He slides a hand along her back to rest between her shoulders blades to keep her close. Her sleeping top is thin enough that he can feel her scars and he traces each branch, imagining each is the bolt of lightning she shot through his heart. His exhales whisper across the baby hairs on her forehead. His lips brush her temple every so often. His other hand slides along her hip and rests against her lower back. Then, when she sighs heavily so her shoulders relax, they finally fit together. Jagged edges and all. Eventually, Mare sleeps with her back to him, comfortable that she is secure with him. After all, no animal ever dares to sleep with its back to a predator unless it knows it's not one.

In King's Cage, there is a deeper intimacy, a feverish passion to the lack distance, especially after the glen. They are completely flushed against each other, chest to chest so that they're hearts can sing to each other from the cages of their ribs. He traces her scars, presses his lips to them and tells her she's beautiful. She grips his hands, kisses his jaw. Kisses a scar he got in Corvium from storming it. He kisses her fingers, her shoulders, her lower back, her legs, and her inner thighs when he's between them. She grabs his hair, pulls because she wants to feel how real it is. To know he's real and not something Samson has made up. There's nothing tentative about his fingers tracing her thighs and sliding along her stomach before dropping lower when she's lying with her back to him. Her nails dig into the skin of his wrist, and she presses up against him as hard as she can, until she wishes she could simply melt into him and become part of him. He wishes the same thing.

In War Storm, it's what he misses. Cal wakes up in his bed, gripping the sheets in a white knuckled grip because he was dreaming of her. His Red girl, with her wicked smirk and quick mouth and sharp glare. She wakes up heaving for breath, his imaginary fingers gripping her thighs while he presses against her from behind. Then they're in Harbor Bay, and she's ripping his shirt off with her nails, practically tearing it. Her hands then slow as they trace his skin, it's bruised from he fight still. He hasn't seen a healer since the one brought him back from the brink of death. She leaves a kiss on each one, and then he's grabbing her, pulling her against him and crushing her mouth with his. Then he's crouching, lowering himself to his knees almost. Her hands slide through his hair, and his hands slide along the back of her legs until he lifts her up and she wraps her legs around him. He carries her to the bed, and lays her down like she's a china doll and she'll shatter if he handles her too roughly. But it turns rough, only to slow by the end. When its all said and done, she lowers herself to rest on his chest, and he wraps his arms around her, letting his hands rest against the worst of her scars. She doesn't kiss him like she used to afterward, but he doesn't comment. Her heart beats roughly against his chest, but his pounds a similar rhythm. It's not the same rhythm anymore though. They used to pound in tandem, now his is slightly off beat.

[hobis-hope94]

aren’t I a fantastic photographer

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

A big happy birthday to my comfort character, my #1 husbando, the LOML, Lord Explosion Murder, Boom Boi-

Katsuki Bakugo!