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Ooh i love those! (We clearly have a hyper fixation on snakes and tattoos here, don't we, Tavo?) Anyways, Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! Tagging @warlocklawyer666 @dinogod @moyavince and ANYONE who wants to participate!

Four photos on my camera roll that aren't selfies

First one is obviously my princess, my queen, my baby, my royalty, my goddess and sweetness, thing i would kill and die for no matter If mortal or devine. My precious dog, Kaya.

Second is a photo of the table after an afternoon coffee with my cousins at home and we had already finished eating everything.

Third is a bush with a flower that I found beautiful at my cousin's house. (Yes, I spend a lot of time at my cousin's house, so what? He's my favorite.)

And fourth is simply the most beautiful cloudy sunrise I have ever seen in my life. And if I'm not mistaken the photo was taken one day after I made my altar to Apollo. I LOVED this photo and it's simply my favorite so far.

Tagged by @whoiisshe to share four photos from my phone that are not selfies.

Thank youu 💌

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They're so gay and sad. I loved It❤️

Hug, beauty and blood

Ok so "hug" is from Chapter 2 cause I struggled to find better than a bulletpoint in my WIPs with it in but yess I love these thank you!

Hug;

The boy hesitantly moved closer, then before Lancelot could say anything else, Squirrel hugged him. Lancelot bit down on a pained yelp, the embrace sending another incredibly sharp surge of torment through his side that made sweat bead up again on his brow, his vision swum and it took more than he cared to admit to stop himself from whimpering. He almost forgot to feel shocked the agony was so intense.

Beauty;

Lancelot's breath was coming in gasps. Gawain realised he too was panting, and he glanced out for just a moment to see they were towards the edge of the dance, but closer to the Bard, who eyed them both with those silver-blue eyes as he continued to sing;

"Where you see weakness, I see wit, Sometimes I fall to pieces, Just to see what bits of me don't fit,"

The piercing stare was too much, too invasive, Gawain turned quickly back to Lancelot. He drunk in the beauty before him.

"... And when I stand, oh, those folks will run, And tell their tales of what I've become..."

And by the Gods, Lancelot was truly beautiful. A man, a Fey, a gentle soul with a tender heart and a battle hardened warrior all at once. His colour swirling skin shone slick with sweat, supple muscles rippling as he moved and swayed with the enticing grace of a deadly predator, jaw tensed, chest heaving ragged breaths.

Blood;

Blood dripped steadily from Lancelot's fingertips. Oozing slowly from the carving upon his left shoulder, it traced rivers of crimson down his arm before collecting between the iron shackle and his skin. So severe were the iron burns, and so close was the metal to his sore, abraised skin that the blood now pooled up and over the outside of the cuff like an overflowing dam. It offered his burned wrist a modicum of relief. Scarlet glistened in the low light as it invariably flowed down down down, following the swell of his knuckles and the length of his fingers to splash into a coagulating puddle on the floor, steadily staining the cold ashen stone into a dirty red.

Weeping Monk helping me carry things at the grocery store. The perfect problem and the fact the he would just stay silent and carry them for me is perfect.

Now you excuse me i need to draw this.

You are faced with some random problem and the only person who can help you is the main character from the last piece of media you consumed (you can also do favorite character if there are multiple main characters). You can stay in this universe or be in the universe of the character, whichever you prefer, but the problem remains the same and the only person who can directly help you is the main character. That character can call on the help of those they know in their media, but when it comes down to it, they are the only person really helping you. How do you react to this situation?

Spin to find out your problem:

" ...I think hunting a man for sport would fix me."

"You say the most worrying things."

"Whaaat?"

"You just stared at me for a solid five minutes without blinking and then said that."

"I reckon it would, though."

"Nothing could fix you."

SFX make up done by Lucy Rowley for the @NetflixUK series @CursedNetflix last year on Daniel Sharman. Designed by Erika Okvist (source)

SFX make up done by Lucy Rowley for the @NetflixUK series @CursedNetflix last year on Daniel Sharman. Designed by Erika Okvist (source)

tag your traumatized man comfort character

Based on this (but slightly altered)