Bodille does not know to want, she does not know to ask, nor pray the heathen way: through words and asks and barters. She wants nothing, and so she certainly does not want to not kill him, of that much she is certain. He will die by her hand, as is his fate, and she revels in the fact so earnestly it blurs the lines of duty, right and whim. Is that enough? What use would there be in surviving to a rotting world, as its last pair of starving maggots? reward / e4-e5

고타쉬는 진짜 못 그리겠어...하며 그렸는데 생각보다 잘 그려졌어

VP by the incredible @ixiagrey (who you should commission right now); thank you for bringing my post-canon Banehold torture dreams to life. (read Heaven Is Not Fit to Hold Us on AO3)

Finally 🤩 A comic about what Gortash felt when Ro vanished - and his thoughts on her and their relationship as a whole I have so many more thoughts on this, but I have to start somewhere x)

the silmarillion bride

how to commit to the bit properly

You like warm blankets. You like the sound of birdsong. You have a pet that needs taking care of. You have someone to outlive. You have a loved one. You think death would be boring. It's coming for you anyway. Death is patient. When was the last time you had cake? Your favourite musician is going on tour. Or maybe just a halfway decent band at your local bar. You've never seen an elephant. Isn't it amazing that the sky is blue? Aging is a gift not afforded to most. Don't let the bastard grind you down. You can't mend any suffering in the world with your death. You want to see if you can grow herbs on your windowsill. Killing yourself seems like so much effort. What does tiramisu taste like? You're trying to be curious. You're angry and spiteful. What you want more than to die is to rest. This sandwich is so good you don't want to die. Not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody, anybody who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. A stranger on the internet is holding their hand out and asking.