love you y'shtola. never go to therapy.

she knows its where your hands goes. so. now your hands goes on her, yes?

“😏 Wow Teri that’s really targeted—“ SHADDUPNOSHUSH. Ofri’s Type Bingo was made before I even progressed through the 5.x patches, much less started through EW.

That was Apollo’s dodgeball, an organically grown rake I nurtured having no idea it would soon slap me in the face. My blindbag clownkit.

sometimes you’re a woman who is also a wolf (but rlly a dog) & you love another wolf. and you’re loyal until she betrays you. and you run and run until you’re a hare (but rlly a rabbit) & a rabbit finds you. but you dont see a companion. you see teeth. and you know teeth fit so well around your neck

sometimes the first words out of the mouth of the woman who tried to kill you is to claim YOU killed HER (you never laid a finger on her, even in self defense) and your kneejerk reaction is to wonder if you betrayed her by surviving. even when survival has been all you’ve lived for since losing her

also sometimes the puppet you make somehow has more of your dead lover’s soul than her actual corpse to the point that when she comes back (wrong, naturally) she assumes that you HAD to have dug up her body to do what youve done

I neatly pack up your thread and paper and hand them back to you before handing over a blank checkbook (i was already sold)

(yes I know my art pipeline is deranged shh)

anyways. my little squatter princess. my angel of sharp teeth and soft words. who despite her soft hands hates nothing more in the world than not being able to at least try. who inspires kindness in others not out of principle but to save her own neck

WHEEEEE THANK YOU FOR THAT :’D i’ve got a campaign PC/NPC romance on the mind and genuinely just feeling very 🥰 about how the themes and motifs have played out and how they may in the futureeee

(also bonus information: the Lady in question is 6’5” and the knight 5’2” :)c )