Lady Ivy 🇵🇸 🏴

FOPS!!

someone tell the mewgenics rat it should not be allowed to blunt force trauma my cats with the bombs instead of actually using them as bombs what the fuck was that

fear and hunger termina fanart #maxswebsite

(dont worry they are happy and fed and love their new home)

they are so ugly, but i think she thinks shes getting corrupted by it?

She looked at me like a pup getting table scraps, whispered "oh thank you lady, i will do your dark bidding!" and then she just scurried off

Oh, shes sleeping with it between her legs- oh this just gets sadder by the second

I gave this weird looking sword to this squrire

But she thinks its cursed? She keeps muttering how she should not give into its whispers, how it craves blood?

She doesnt even ask a cleric about it, but she keeps saying how her friends does not understand her or the blade?

I got like 7 of them-

The kingdom fell without any battle. No war, no siege.

The conqueror found the cracks, the seams and weaknesses of their society, and broke it open.

The Queen? It had been a week since she’d been seen in public.

Whispered rumors passed from chambermaids and guards placed her either in-

Enjoy seeing the sun so freely, the dungeons will not be as warm for you, dearest.

This is what has been going on for ages, finally paying off. And your champion is just sucking off a pommel. Take comfort that the realm will be united, and that you no longer have to worry your little head with everything. I will make it dreadfully simple for you.

They are all stunned. No one dares to act first.

It is so silent, you can practically hear her gagging on the pommel. You feel everything creep in, if i could make this happen, what keeps your entire empire safe to me?

Nothing.

This is just how you find out.

some of the guards tense up, but no one makes a move. You just stare, You almost gag, but you can't look away.

It is of little comfort that my knight does not go for the kill, instead opting to forcefully make your champion suck on the pommel. The crowd, guards nor your advisors know how to act.

It derails further when my knight takes your champion's helmet off, sweat and some blood makes her hair stick to the helmet. Far from the prized knight you parade, she is now dazed and bloody.

My knight grabs your champion by the hair, and pulls up the mace to her face, there's gasps of fear,

Still unsure what to do, your advisors, guards and aids, all look to you, but you sit there, content and blank.

So they accept it, and hope this debacle is done soon. But both of us know it's just now beginning. You just don't know where it's gonna go.

You look out at the crowd, you look for your trusted guards but they are nowhere to be seen, the deep pit in your stomach churns even more, you know that it's all too late.

Your champion lies in the sand, defeated. But it's not over, you know it will never be.

The crowd, dreadfully silent, waits for some kind of sign of what would be an acceptable way to react to this.

Your guards look up to you, hoping for you to call the tournament off, it was never supposed to go like this. But you can’t, sitting there blankly.

“Swffughhh ouu” you struggle out, to an outsider you were just commenting something, as your champion takes another nasty strike to the side of her plate, leaving them wobbly.

“Shh, now comes the best part!” with a decisive strike, my knight kicks your champion's legs from under her.

The heat and exertion making her sloppy, there, another savage hit to the side, not enough to wound but enough to tire.

I was supposed to have the honor to lose to your champion! You try to tell me that with your eyes now, the only thing you have complete control of.

None of the fights in the tournament has been fair, but you have yet to raise your voice, you wanted to taste my defeat here, against your prized champion.
The two fighters down in the ring circle each other, your champion breathing heavily, movement sluggish.

You try to collect your thoughts, are you getting some heatstroke? But what did I mean with that comment?

“Feeling faint? Poor thing.” I say with a poisonous smile, images of me serving wine to you and your champion flash by.

You try to ignore me, you go to raise your arm to physically brush aside my comment, but you realise you simply cannot. Heat rises to your cheeks, and anger fills you. You raise your voice and call for the guards!

“gawaaahh… gwaahhhys” is all you can muster.

“You should be unable to move now, dearest.”

You have been sitting under the canopy in the blistering heat, trying to avoid the sun while still seeing the tournament. I have been a constant thorn in your sides, snide remarks and expert fighters in equal regard, no fight has been difficult for mine.

with an angel who needs a radiator, i feel the warm hum will heat up the basement well enough for the other girls chained up there

no straight up will not promise that

i really wanna make rosaries

! mutt rosary!! thats so cute

Sleep paralysis girlfriend👹🖤👁️‍🗨️

YouTube video by Genesis Owusu Genesis Owusu - STAMPEDE (Official Music Video)

Genesis Owusu has been putting out some bangers recently and this is another one of them

His voice is so good and im so normal about him being covered in blood

the audio design and everything going in is so fucking good

the music video is so nice and lovely

give it a listen!!

best i can do is a service top to nurse you back to feeling and being healthy.
I really wanna cook for you and get you something warm :(

x3
Just need you to be more honest songbird. You don't need to call me that.

But i assure you i will feed you, in many ways.

Finish that sentence and I will consider it.

cute parrot being fed by syringe