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@thecrescentofthewestcontinued from Here.
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“Have you really nothing to lose? As far as I can see, tis much that you posses what you will mourn once gone.”
“If that be so the case, I would best die before I allow myself such humiliation, Chichiue.”
i love fail women
not people reblogging thinking i animated this LMAO its a clip from the team sonic racing overdrive short on yt. go give it a watch lol this is official material!
You were a laundress in a castle owned by a prominent but reclusive duke. There were other laundresses, but you were the duke’s personal one, largely because of the bloodstains on his clothes and bedding. You asked no questions and passed no judgment. He’d never spoken to you directly, but he did send you small gifts and treasures, for your… discretion.
Early one evening, he decides to thank you in person.
There are rumours about the duke.
Of course, there are always rumours of some sort, but these ones…they’re dark. People whisper that the duke isn’t human. That he sacrifices maidens to dark gods. That he bathes in the blood of his victims.
The people of Fallholt are both terrified and proud of their duke. He is a fierce warrior and keeps them safe from the beasts in the forest and, more importantly, other nobles. For all that there are whispers about him, he rules the people of Fallholt fairly. Which is more than most peasants can say for their lords.
So they whisper, and cast sidelong glances at him when he rides by, but never do more than that.
You are new to the area, having fled a bad situation. The whispers worry you, at first. What kind of man is the duke, that such dark rumours circulate about him?
Your curse in life is your curiosity though, so when a position opens up at the castle you leap at the chance to take it. Few enough other people are willing to work so near the duke anymore, so it hardly matters that you have no references.
Saw some comments/reblogs that…well, honestly seemed to be asking for exactly this, so I’m going to tag them ;)
@perfectlynormalhumanbeing@plush-anon@kvothbloodless@dantes-infernal-chili@ohthoumylovelyboy@ladyofthelabirinth@seeingteacupsindragons@twostepsfromtemerant@impressivelytrashy@marinara-saucey
A LESBIAN
WE GOT A MOTHERFUCKING LESBIAN
I M M A S U P P O R T Y O U R A S S ! !
C O N F I R M E D L E S B I A N
A whumpee who habitually cracks their knuckles bruises their hands/fingers somehow. They absentmindedly crack their knuckles again, and instantly regret it.
modern au for no reason beyond putting dudes in outfits. no additional lore just vibes. i still don’t know how to draw rhys
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