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Well shit

new gender unlocked: elf

Hi there! Do you want to cry? No? Too bad <3

Prentice (left) and Tiergan holding his son (right)

(You're welcome :>)

Bob is a poor little meow meow

Not as poor as my unemployed ass ayoooo

ITS HIM ITS BRONTE AGH I WANT TO KISS HIM ON THE NOSE

A shelter in my town found a cat and called it Bronte!!!!!

Councillor Bronte is that you 😳

I would also like to tickle Bronte

Bronte would be very ticklish!

I would like to tickle him.

bob

bob

@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities me when aldusk /j 😭

Actually

Dusk when aldusk

just so you know i know this dynamic is toxic and i'm not romanticizing it :/ i'm actually sexualizing it

You've done it again <3

Kotlc Sophie fanart

Holy shit <33

Kotlc Sir Astin fanart

The reason why he is bleeding is because when one of the Forkle twins died, Sir Astin kinda died too.

Oh ;-;

don’t think about Tiergan always wearing a nexus so Wylie doesn’t have to worry about him fading like his mom did

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

YOURE WELCOME!!! 😙

I'm sick and I crave more Bronte Fan art desperately. My silly goofy man needs more art of him, specifically him with curly hair.

Here bestie <3

I'm sick and I crave more Bronte Fan art desperately. My silly goofy man needs more art of him, specifically him with curly hair.

Holy shit I love him

sweet angel 👼

Please, come in! Do you need a place to hide the body? I can help with that 😌 oh, I'm going to be the one in the bodybag? 😰😦🫤well, alright, can we at least have tea first?

POV Councillor Bronte appears at your doorstep at 2 AM with a shotgun and a body bag, what do you do

I drew them. The ineffable husbands.

i can't BELIEVE Sophie and the black swan are working with the council after what they fucking did to her.

you're telling me that the organization formed to take down (or at least reform) the elven government witnesses them put an ability restrictor on a child after one member literally tortured her, consistently refuse to listen to evidence or take suggestions on the people they are supposed to be keeping peace with, uphold corruption and injustice in the name of keeping their jobs and power... and the black swan just... allies with them?

I get they have a common enemy but I don't think it's worth it. the council has done near nothing to help the black swan and often directly sabotages them. I think somewhere along the way they forgot that the council is supposed to be the enemy.

Omg, I can do this lmao

Reblog If You Can Take Off Your Bra Without Taking Your Shirt Off.

So yeah, I decided to continue it. @antisocialdork (sorry for the ping, but I believe you were asking for Bronte content)

Bronte Cintalin looked up at the wall of books and scrolls before him. He swept a few muffin crumbs off of the table and frowned. He thought he'd read every book in the Council's library, but recently he'd stumbled upon a white leather book with no title. Its old yellowed pages donned deep magenta stains as if someone long ago had carelessly spilled wine or juice on them. He turned a page and inhaled softly. The ancient paper crinkled weakly, leaving a bookish aroma on Bronte's fingers. Books had the most wonderful smell. Old books, new books, musty old scrolls, and newly-printed novellas; he'd make a candle that smelled of books if he could.

This particular book was different though. It smelled like lushberry blossoms and dust in the best way possible.

He studies the book further but quickly finds that he cannot read it. It's in a language he's never seen before. Perhaps it was a human dialect? He tucks the book in his vest pocket. Perhaps a visit was in order.

He snatched up the last bite of the blitzenberry muffin on the table and stood up, taking the wrapper with him.

Luckily, he knew just the Councillor to help him figure out a way to translate the book.

Terik.

The man was obsessed with humans. He found them utterly fascinating and thought they were a very important species to study. He also thought that they should be considered intelligent. Bronte shared this belief and knew that he could trust him with the book he'd found. While many books in the Council library were written in human languages, this one was different. Its ragged and stained pages seemed out of place in the huge pristine library, especially just to be sitting out on a table. Gnomes cleaned the library every night before bed, so it was strange that a book would be lying out so early in the day.

Bronte was always the earliest riser and spent most mornings lounging around and reading books while the others were still waking up and getting ready for the first meeting of the day.

Terik was most likely still asleep.

Oh well.

Bronte strode out into the hall and began making his way to Terik's tower.

While being a Council member is always a difficult job, weekends are probably the most grueling. Saturdays and Sundays bear constant, until-you-collapse busywork.

Terik is the kind of person you do not want to be around on these days. He's a socialite. Terik is hands-on, always ready for travel, and a diligent note-taker. He can conduct interviews, bend rules carefully, and is incredibly persuasive. He's not the type to spend his time organizing scrolls and signing documents at his desk all day.

Today was Monday, which meant he was probably trying to sleep in after the long and taxing weekend.

You can imagine how displeased he was to be awoken by the sound of someone pounding on his front door at the crack of dawn.

But, when he arrived at the door and saw who it was, he quickly smiled. "Bronte? What brings you here so early?"

"I have a request." He pulled the white leather journal out of his vest pocket and held it out to him. "This book was written in a human dialect. I figured you could help me translate it."

Terik took the book and flipped through a few pages. "Hm. When do you need this finished?"

"Ah, well, it's not for work. It's for myself. I found it in the library, and it caught my attention. I'd like to read it."

Terik smiled, glancing at him. "Then I'll get it translated as soon as I can."

"Good. Thank you." Bronte nodded, satisfied.

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?" Terik asked.

Bronte hesitated, then shook his head. "No, that should be all." His lips twitched slightly and he stepped back. "Have a nice day, Terik."

Terik nodded a watched Bronte walk briskly away. He flipped through the book's pages one last time before turning to go inside, closing the door behind him.

Yeah, so, maybe this is turning into a Bronte × Terik thing? Who knows lol

Would you still love him? 🥺

Bro why did I tear up

Fitz, maybe you should check on Dex (maybe break the rules of telepathy to see how he’s really doing)

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once upon a time, months if not years ago, i drew some portraits of linh down by a river. yesterday, i looked back and went, 'damn, these are kinda good actually' and now we're here :)

If Stina and Biana kissed, I think that would be great

*points aggressively*

YOU have not written any Bronte-centric stories lately

*sweats nervously* I'm having ✨️writer's block✨️

But I do have some ideas, I swear. Goth Bronte is on his way