THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

That last fatal scream tho

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

i’m crying

WAAA-

I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

IT’S BACK

HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

IT’S BACK?? ON MY DASH?

re-blogging again xD

what was that we were just saying about still having posts circulating from ridiculous numbers of years ago? 😂

I feel like it’s a duty to reblog such a natural treasure

All those accounts though….

jokes on you guys OC stands for offended chicken

WHO THE FUCK BROUGHT THIS BACK

@missdrarrydawn offended gay chicken actually

Did You Know: The Elder Scroll you steal in The Ultimate Heist quest has the Thief birthsign on it?

WHAT

@missdrarrydawn

Was scuncht about it, but fine now.

Was fine about it, but scuncht now.

@missdrarrydawn me without waf and with waf

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

@missdrarrydawn

Elrin watches him stand among the bodies. He gleams in his armor, and his armor gleams with their blood.

The scythe topples aside as he pants.

She walks closer, stepping over corpses, her eyes unseeing anything but him. She keeps count though, of the heads she can pick out.

"45," she says once she's right behind him, her voice somber in the silence.

Relioth turns to face her, his eyes wide and glazed over with mania. His lips work to speak but it takes a moment for his voice to emerge, "Okay," he says, trembling ever slightly.

Elrin watches the splatter of blood across his cheek, streaking a line under his right eye, along his cheekbone.

Forty five, this time. He'd asked her to count them. His kills in each battle. He judges his tether to his sanity after each one based on the number. Forty five isn't that bad, comparatively.

Elrin swallows a sharp lump as memories of hundreds flash across her mind for a moment, and what he'd looked like then.

She reaches up and gently takes his face into her palm, her touch warm.

He blinks several times, some semblance of reason returning to his wild gaze as he focuses on her face.

Elrin swipes a gentle thumb over his cheek, wiping the blood off of it. She nods, smiling as lovingly as she can, "Okay."

oh my god aaaa beloved the things you do to me this is so good and horrible and i have so many feelings sob write the cots rewrite isntead of me pls

@missdrarrydawn I have a go too uwu

Umirin blinked as blood hit his face, feeling numb as the man who had wanted to attack his Shani fell to the ground, his throat slit with Umirin's blade. He looked down at his hands, blood-stained. This time literally. He swallowed, his eyes stinging, his breath coming in sharp.

He'd seen Shani, thought he was a monster. He had to. He had to.

"Oh, little one," said Shanirin, embracing him, wiping at his face with a handkerchief gently, so soft and careful. With so much love that Umirin didn't deserve.

"I...he would have hurt you."

Shani hugged him close as Umirin trembled, trying not to cry. "You saved me. Like you always have done."

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

@missdrarrydawn

Elrin watches him stand among the bodies. He gleams in his armor, and his armor gleams with their blood.

The scythe topples aside as he pants.

She walks closer, stepping over corpses, her eyes unseeing anything but him. She keeps count though, of the heads she can pick out.

"45," she says once she's right behind him, her voice somber in the silence.

Relioth turns to face her, his eyes wide and glazed over with mania. His lips work to speak but it takes a moment for his voice to emerge, "Okay," he says, trembling ever slightly.

Elrin watches the splatter of blood across his cheek, streaking a line under his right eye, along his cheekbone.

Forty five, this time. He'd asked her to count them. His kills in each battle. He judges his tether to his sanity after each one based on the number. Forty five isn't that bad, comparatively.

Elrin swallows a sharp lump as memories of hundreds flash across her mind for a moment, and what he'd looked like then.

She reaches up and gently takes his face into her palm, her touch warm.

He blinks several times, some semblance of reason returning to his wild gaze as he focuses on her face.

Elrin swipes a gentle thumb over his cheek, wiping the blood off of it. She nods, smiling as lovingly as she can, "Okay."

oh my god aaaa beloved the things you do to me this is so good and horrible and i have so many feelings sob write the cots rewrite isntead of me pls

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

@missdrarrydawn

Every writer needs a billion writer besties to egg you on and make you write stupid shit

@missdrarrydawn you affected my writing in so many ways for the better

aw i cri so did you mine! i love u sm!

I love u so much, we inspire each other sm

Every writer needs a billion writer besties to egg you on and make you write stupid shit

@missdrarrydawn you affected my writing in so many ways for the better

@missdrarrydawn me in your dms

go deeper beloved

wink

@missdrarrydawn me in your dms

Sometimes when doing writing research you find a little factoid that isn’t right for tormenting YOUR blorbos, but it is PERFECT for tormenting a friend’s blorbos so you just drop the fact on their doorstep like a demented little present.

@missdrarrydawn

yes ive taggied u here before its so true

never not taggie uwu

Sometimes when doing writing research you find a little factoid that isn’t right for tormenting YOUR blorbos, but it is PERFECT for tormenting a friend’s blorbos so you just drop the fact on their doorstep like a demented little present.

@missdrarrydawn

saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

@dragonthusiast me about making off with all of your men

obtain them like action figures baby

haymitch being repeatedly told not to step off the plate once he's in the arena until 60 seconds are up, haymitch reminding himself of this fact, only to immedietly get distracted by a bunny he wants to pet.

I know for a fact the entire team started screeching at the tv when he reached for it

@dragonthusiast this is something i would do beloved while you weep for how stupid your wife is

to be fair. bnnuy