Taking some uncertain, insecure 'sub-leaning switch' under Your wing, imparting on her a mesure of Your cruelty, letting the flames of authority and sadism burn away her doubts and fears.
Taking some uncertain, insecure 'sub-leaning switch' under Your wing, imparting on her a mesure of Your cruelty, letting the flames of authority and sadism burn away her doubts and fears.
Her life is in my hands, and you will be the one to end it.
Her life is in my hands, and you will be the one to end it.
Read 'In Her Prime' now! Or later.
Made as a gift for my beta reader, enjoyed by you as well (probably)
archiveofourown.org/works/73458211
Read 'In Her Prime' now! Or later.
Made as a gift for my beta reader, enjoyed by you as well (probably)
archiveofourown.org/works/73458211
You are her champion.
You have lit the darkest parts of the realm's southern lands in Her name. You could think of nothing else that brings you purpose.
You are her champion.
You have lit the darkest parts of the realm's southern lands in Her name. You could think of nothing else that brings you purpose.
Also yeah, I may have acquired this gorgeous veterinary syringe to match the one described in Grasping the Weapon ehehe
Also yeah, I may have acquired this gorgeous veterinary syringe to match the one described in Grasping the Weapon ehehe
A soldier tries to save her wife, who has been transformed into an eager, sinister, ridiculously pear-shaped living bomb doll, already counting down to explode
Tick, tock
Thanks again to @draculokeanos.bsky.social for the commission!
archiveofourown.org/works/79922411
A soldier tries to save her wife, who has been transformed into an eager, sinister, ridiculously pear-shaped living bomb doll, already counting down to explode
Tick, tock
Thanks again to @draculokeanos.bsky.social for the commission!
archiveofourown.org/works/79922411
You find her in the cellar of a ruined cathedral, where she’s torn down the tapestries and gathered the vestaments to make herself a nest. Now she sleeps, wrapped in wings darkened by ash. Scents of ozone and smoke thicken the musty air.
You find her in the cellar of a ruined cathedral, where she’s torn down the tapestries and gathered the vestaments to make herself a nest. Now she sleeps, wrapped in wings darkened by ash. Scents of ozone and smoke thicken the musty air.
As always credit to @kallidorarho.bsky.social for WARHOUND
As always credit to @kallidorarho.bsky.social for WARHOUND
#lancer #lowpoly #mecha