ALIGNMENT : C H A O T I C S T U P I D✨

thought you might enjoy this post lol

HELLOO??? 😭😭

listen just cause i idenity frauded cal calore and recently watched Project: Hail Mary and want Ryland Grace's gender (and also to cure his touch starvation 👀) doesn't mean ANYTHING.

anyways Ada and Farley sketch be upon ye

"Even my mother could not cut the memory away. Even she could not make me forget, no matter how I begged her to. I wanted her to take the pain from me, and she tried so many times. Instead, it always got worse." - Maven Calore, King's Cage, pg.170

or

Maven Calore drowns in his grief and asks his mother to remove his love for a dead boy.

Red Queen Summer Bingo Prompt: Angst

Cal's face is bright white, flushed against Mare's inspection of his body. It's curious, searching, and insanely slow. It drives his brain up a wall, alights his spine and churns a deep fire in his stomach.

Those brown hands dance up his torso, brace against his pectorals, then slide up along his neck to twirl and tug into the hair pressing against his neck. It's grown too long for his taste, it gets in his face and revolts against his attempts to pin it back. Cal comes more and more tempted to sheer it all off by the day.

But then Mare's fingers are wrapping through it, twirling the locks around her fingers and giving gently tugs that smart ever so slightly against his skull and knock his brain out of place. His breaths come out airy and his chest shudders. His fingers twitch against her thighs framing his hips, pressing into rich brown skin that vibrates with barely contained electricity.

Her fingers deftly pass over his jaw, brushing against the stubble coming in. Then light sparks cause his lips to twitch as she pulls her thumb along his bottom lip. They must be deep gray, he can feel the blood flushing his face as his heart thumps quickly in his chest. Especially as she leans forward, brushing her own lips against his jaw.

He pants as she moves back down to his neck, mouth ghosting along his skin. Her hands drag back down his torso, taking his hips firmly and letting sparks dance along the nerves.

His legs twitch and jerk, his lower abdomen muscles tensing. He moves his own hands up along her to work out the residual electric pulses. His hands ghost along her breast, then along her shoulders before pressing fingers into the lean muscle lining her arms. Freckles dust along nearly every inch of her, condensing along her shoulders, before running up her neck to form a galaxy along her checks.

They bunch around her nose, stark against the deep reddish brown of her flushed face.

Mare takes to flicking at his nerves with small sparks as she continues her exploration of his body, he jumps and pants against each particular jolt along his muscles. She settles over his pectorals and giggles childishly as they jerk lightly against the stimulation.

"Oh, is this funny to you?" He asks lightheartedly, he feels lightheaded and his pupils must be absolutely blown wide.

She grins, bearing sharp canines, and he feels his heart seize beneath it, blood rushing through his body. Then she's dragging those electric hands up and along his shoulders, before sweeping back to his neck and wrapping those thick fingers into the hairs at the back of his neck. The soft jolts against his brain-stem should terrify him, should dislodge the primal instincts still ingrained in them and have him jerking away. Instead he lulls against, whimpering as her mouth presses at his jaw, those electric currents flooding her body splitting along the mentalis muscles.

"Maybe just a little," She says, breath brushing against his ear, then a mischievous jolt finally does have his brain snapping back into place as she leans back, and he frowns up at her. She smiles broadly down at him, checks and shoulders absolutely flushed, they make the dark freckles stand out broader.

A single, electric finger presses right above his naval, than slowly drags up his body in a slow path. His muscles twitch, jerking beneath her slight touch.

He arches beneath her softly, hips bracing against the mattress to press his torso up into her touch. The arch of red, of early dawn light, cutting across his exposed throat. Her finger dipping into the drop off at the top of his sternum, then it travels up along his neck, ghosting over his adam's apple and through the blazing line.

Cal falls way beneath her, letting his brain slip completely into the sensation of her ability splitting gently along his muscles. Happy to loll into her touch as she explores his skin at her leisure well into the rising morning and the soft shift into the noon.

“Skin” / “Kisses”- Red Queen 2026 summer bingo.

@nortaeventcouncil

Thomas. There isn't a single universe where he goes to Tibe first and his feelings towards Elara have grown more complicated with her death and I think he'd need more time to prepare to see her again. But Thomas is such an irresistible "what if" he wouldn't be able to stop from searching for him

Witch hat atelier but completely making them brushbuddy!!!

Closeups under the cut

Be not afraid! For this Witch Hat Monday I bring you the most blursed creature of all, Biblically Accurate Brushbuddy 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

© _ADwills

”Just 1 sketch of yuuta,” I said, like a liar.

The brand burns anew if I close my eyes, an inevitability.  I will carry this pain with me until I die.  It will flare every time my eyes snag in the mirror, with every careless brush of Mare’s lips, a companion constant as Mother’s whispers. She’ll finish it eventually.  Until then, I’ll keep it close.  Heal it, maybe, if she’s willing to start over. What has she done to you? Nothing you haven’t.

A Lover's Curse aesthetic bc we have fun

Read fic here.