Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

mon amour, danse et danse, on se tourne autour

@naffeclipse enough whore Eclipse, it's time for dad outfit Eclipse

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

For my secret santa I drew my friend's most ambitious crossover yaoi

Shadowheart: I'm allowed to have some secrets!

Tav: Yeah. Okay. Sure, Shnadowheart.

Shadowheart: I-! Wait, why did... why did you say my name like that?

Tav: I dunno what you mean, Shnadowheart.

Shnadowheart:

Shnadowheart: >:(

vzhledem k tomu, že se mi tu nedávno povedlo rozvířit písky nostalgie po stromové rajec, chci tento zjitřený zájem veřejnosti využít k důležitému průzkumu veřejného mínění --

(v reblogu můžete upřesnit příchuť nebo typ, ale bavíme se primárně o značce jako takové)

i've mentioned here and there that i made a relationships/dynamic spreadsheet. i have finally put it to use. look on my Works, ye mighty, and despair.

-extra note: i am not omniscient and i cannot watch every stream. i may have missed a sibling declaration or two.

-extra extra note: i currently speak only english and used google translate for the rest. if theres a translation error I'd love to know- i wont be able to go back and fix these, but im always so curious about how accurate google translate can be

extra extra note pt 2: do. do other languages use guardian as in "legal guardian" as in "not a family member but still Primary Caregiver of child" because i am suddenly aware those translations might not be correct. on the other hand tho if google translate decided that the parents are guarding warriors of the eggs im not going to argue

He is out of this world

He really is out of this world 🫠

Surprise under the cut 🤭

confía en mí, amor, lo tengo calculado si algo sale mal, pido perdón de antemano

they could never make me hate her

us larry fans fr been eating good recently <3

sorry what do you MEAN minthara is orin's ex, like, canonically. what do you MEAN orin canonically gets bitches. what do you mean twitter didn't make that ship up as a crack rarepair for fun

salut!! je voulais juste savoir si tu continuais the smell of samba (je veux pas paraître comme si je te presse, je vois bien que tu as d'autres choses à faire) parce que j'adore cette histoire, les dessins sont magnifiques et la suite promet d'être intéressante, notamment avec walter. pas besoin d'une date ou quoi, je lirai, et avec plaisir, quand les chapitres sortiront.

Aw Anon, merci beaucoup de ton message ! :'( Je sais que TSOS n'a pas été updaté depuis plus d'un an maintenant, et make no mistake, cela m'attriste énormément. Sans raconter ma vie j'ai eu du mal à me remettre à faire quelque chose d'aussi chronophage que du webtoon sans situation personnelle à peu près stable. Son grand frère Stone Flower est sorti dans une période de ma vie très insouciante où j'avais pas mal de temps libre ainsi qu'un grand optimisme dans l'existence. Je récupère seulement peu à peu tout cela après deux années globalement assez difficiles et pesantes. Au bout d'un moment j'ai aussi beaucoup tergiversé sur "comment" reprendre, car je ne suis pas fan du format webtoon tout en longueur et je souhaiterais plus repartir sur des planches à la Stone Flower, voir même encore plus proches du format BD. Bref, tous ces blocages ont fait que je n'ai pas avancé sur les planches de TSOS alors que j'ai tout écrit et que l'histoire est précise dans ma tête... Il y a aussi l'effet égoïste du manque d'engouement par rapport à Stone Flower, qui entrait plus rapidement dans le concret de l'aspect romance et qui je pense manque aux lecteurs pour le moment pour s'investir...

...Mais tes mots me touchent énormément. Savoir que quelqu'un attends la suite, aime mon travail et prenne le temps de me le dire me redonne courage. Je suis sur une pente qui remonte depuis le début de 2024, je reprends peu à peu goût au dessin, et l'histoire de Paolo me tient énormément à cœur donc je me dois de la raconter. Sachant tout cela, The Smell of Samba fera sans aucun doute un retour cette année... A vue de nez par rapport à mon avenir je sais déjà à peu près quand, mais je préfère vous laisser la bonne surprise ;)

you are so so loved by God and by all of us here on tumblr and I am sending you so much love tonight. please stay. things will get better I promise. <3

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First sentence for fic:

It was not quite a matter of life and death, but it was one of lace and damask, which was equally dire.

It was not quite a matter of life and death, but it was one of lace and damask, which was equally dire.

The Fate of the Nation hung on a thread with inconvenient frequency, but never before had that thread been so annoyingly literal (and lacy).

If only the Grand Marshall hadn't been such a slight, stooped figure. If only his emergency last minute replacement hadn't been so admirably tall. And built like she could lift half the High Council on her entirely too broad shoulders.

If only she had been less gifted in the physical, the National Assembly room would not now be filled with stressed lacemakers and peevish embroiderers, hastily repairing the giant tear in the Ceremonial Robes (including delicate lace ruff) as the rest of the High Council fretted, the Third Minister stalled the visiting dignitaries by talking about architecture, and the newly minted Grand Marshall laughed bashfully as she attempted not to move a muscle, lest the sleeves of her damask robe fall off again.

' ¿también juzgas como la mayoría? ' mantenía vista sobre el fuego en el centro de multitud, observando al clan autor de todo aquello y proceso. ' ya sabes, ¿de tacharlos masoquistas? ' termina por decir, pasando dorso de su frente para quitarse gotas de sudor que aparecían muy apenas gracias al calor que emitían llamas. ' en mi opinión, creo que cada clan tenemos nuestras costumbres ' hombros se elevan, solo por un instante.