I JUST PRINTED THIS OUT KDJFLSAF
THE PRINTERI S LOW ON TONER NOWDFDHSJGJKD
Pour Lincoln. Bienvenue a la maison!
A reupload of a bad crossover drawing I did back in 2017 now with the added bonus of an equally bad crossover drawing, cause I know people liked the og and I couldn’t not make this joke.
The Battle of the Tumblr Bois has only just begun, there will be no survivors - Onceler dies first.
word count: 572
a/n: reuploading this because i’m dumb and accidentally deleted this yesterday dskjfsk
His voice is a soft whisper tinted by sunrise, “Wait. Let’s just stay like this a while longer.”
When Jasiel looks him in the eyes, for once they’re not piercing through him like sharp glass, instead they’re filled with adoration and a request; one moment more and then they’d rise, and all of this would remain only a memory, something shrouded, hidden and untouchable by others.
“Okay,” he answers, “okay.”
Void Zone (Reactor Girl)
Amy Nelson Gifs 4/?- Behind The Scenes
Twins of Chronos and Corrupted[Reupload]
Gift/apology for: @sammywolfgirl
I didn’t wanna reupload it because I’m far too gone but… I want to for Sammy as an apology.
“I will burn Thedas to the ground before losing you.”
Garrett Hawke + The key to Anders’ heart.
“May I ask for this dance, milady?” You looked up from your book as you were trying to read in the dim candlelight of Dutch’s tent. The owner of the said tent was standing in front of you, head lowered, a hand offered for you to take. A small smile was playing around Dutch’s lips as he tilted his head, waiting for your answer.
The gramophone was playing already - something you hadn’t noticed due to your focused reading. A blush colored your cheeks as you tried to withhold a snort while you bowed your head as ladylike as possible.
“Of course, dear sir,” you put your book aside and accepted Dutch’s hand. It was warm to the touch - quite pleasing with the chilly night breeze softly blowing around your bodies.
He led you by the hand outside his tent, over to the grassy dance floor near the music. “I trust a slow waltz is to the lady’s liking?” Dutch’s hand free hand found its way to the small of your back. His dark eyes were glinting in the firelight as they were staring right into yours.
“Indeed it is,” you said as posh as possible while your hand landed on your partner’s shoulder.
“What a relief!” Arm in arm, you both chuckled softly as you were swaying to the music.
Dutch whirled you around and dipped you whenever he saw fit. You giggled, enjoying the light-heartedness of the situation. A nice change to the usually dull days.
The song turned slower - something that Dutch took as an opportunity to pull you closer, your bodies now meeting each other.
“When all of this is over, I’ll take you to a proper dance,” his breath was warm on your face, his beard scratching your cheek from time to time as you continued to move slowly along to the song.
“That‘d be nice,” your hand traveled from Dutch’s shoulder to his back, fingers playing with his vest. You didn’t know when that time would come - or if it would come at all - but for the moment you were satisfied with dreaming about it. How you two would be dressed in fine clothes, drinking champagne, with no one who would hunt you, with no one to disturb your happiness. Dutch and you could be truly happy. Happy and at peace.
As you enjoyed the presence of each other in silence, caught up in your thoughts, time flew by and the song ended. Just like your dance.
Dutch twirled you for one last time, his hand lingering on yours, pulling you close to press a soft, gentle kiss to the back of your hand.
“Until the next time, milady,” he purred against your skin, his eyes flashing mischievously up at you.
Ko-Fi Sketch no.2 (for Egal Matreaux)