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(via M'rissi by PersonalAmi on DeviantArt)

The devious, notorious Captain of the Orcs, fully defeated by a proud proper lady 😁

This gorgeous new art is by the amazing Sweets, and Grimarr and Jule are from my book The Lady and the Orc! I published it four years ago today, fully expecting that no one but me would ever read it... I'm just so grateful to all my reader friends who have made it possible for me to keep writing in this world ever since 💚💚💚

HEL YES

Trapped Or Free

Trapped-

That means being in a cage

And not being able to escape.

But if you cannot escape,

What happens then?

Or.

Or.

A choice between two.

But which one will you choose?

Free?

But what sort of thing is being free?

Is it like being Free as a Bird?

Is it being out of a cage?

Or is it not being Trapped?

Only those that know what it’s like to be Free will know.

AWWW They're so CUTEEE EEEE

Making silly little characters to get comfortable with drawing just for fun again :)

Imagine dating a crocodilian gal or one has a crush on you and she just rumbles at you. Like she just wants to show you how strong she is with the sheer power of the noise

You think it's like purring but she is probably doing that for another reason

I want to tear my heart out and crush it.

:,(

My Idea Of A Perfect Day

The wind howls and rain pours on a dark stormy night. The rain bombards the dimly lit house surrounded by a dreary and dark forest. However, once inside, a somber melancholy tune floats through the house, drowning out the thundering of the rain. The melody flows out of the attic's dark domain. In the shadow-filled attic, a candlelit room awaits. The smell of lavender permeates the air, bringing a sense of calm to the dim room. A feminine figure relaxes on a grand four-poster bed with the soft, sheer, and delicate silk curtains closed. The female form wears an elegant nightgown, the color of blood. The figure is silently reading an ancient and worn book with the title, Dracula, etched into it. They bask in the morbid literature and the somber music like the shadows clinging to the walls.

Me, being cornered by the shadow creature with glowing eyes and sharp fangs who lives in the fields next to my village, who is about to bite me: God, I've never been so turned on in my life