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@stergeon.bsky.social

garrulous internet butch / elfposter in chief 🎨 art: stergeon.tumblr.com 💻 elfs: iloveelfs.com 📚 words: https://ao3.org/users/stergeon 🗣️ fe3h shitposting: right here babey edelgardsucks.com 👈

low poly elder scrolls shadowkey wolf.png says WULFS

low poly elder scrolls shadowkey wolf blushing wearing flower crown.png says THANKS

pumpkin mid-yawn looking really bad. like as bad as you think a cat or perhaps a ragged gremlin could look

oakley dog being normal but something about the lighting and the angle of her head makes her really look like people

oakley the black lab-blue heeler mix and kissy the samoyed sitting next to each other out on the patio. oakley is stocky and jacked and pointy and intense. kissy is round and soft and doofy and big.

judith slaying holofernes by artemisia gentileschi c. 1620

kissy samoyed upsise down barely eyes mostly nose and tooth

kissy the samoyed damp and wet doing a fat blep and looking far away

summary of Angel of the Garland Moon by stergeon on ao3:

A year and a half into her arranged marriage to the cold and controlling Baron Pryderi, Mercedes is lonely, listless, and struggling. She's isolated at her husband's remote estate, haunted by grief in the aftermath of the war and under mounting pressure to conceive a Crest-bearing heir. When she happens upon an Adrestian opera singer in desperate need of help, she's quickly charmed and offers to take her in.

But while the beautiful and enigmatic Dorothea Arnault proves to be just the friend Mercedes has sorely needed, she can't protect her forever. With her husband's hospitality at its end, mysterious circumstances abounding, and tensions in the house nearing a breaking point, it's only a matter of time before Mercedes' guest is forced to reveal her secrets.

A sapphic gothic horror story inspired by Carmilla.

lovely white haired fortunes weave elf lad with no eyebrows and hopefully lots of problems

my tomato plant mess. it’s seriously so big and convoluted. a real tomato shitshow. oakley the dog is in the way back of the yard looking unimpressed.

low poly elder scrolls shadowkey wolf.png says BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

hottie dragon flips the whole way round to land fat crit on twunky protag

FOUR elfs in fortunes weave and they’re all hot

fallen byleth fire emblem heroes getting three-hole-punched by a three-hole punch

burger the cat on my me, real close up ‘cause she was snoozing

homunculus loxodontus five of them waiting to read

homunculus loxodontus except there are two of them

teddy roosevelt’s journal entry from thursday february 14th 1884 with a big X and the words The light has gone out of my life

me snug as fuck in bed having a great dream of fallen byleth bringing me some taco baco

byleth puppy dog eyes. once somebody told me she was making the “bottom emoji” face

edelgard von hresvelg with birthday cake balloons and of course baja blast freeze

fat pikachu throwin hp deuces and smilin sly style, in vignette with text Forever in our hearts

pikachu pichu & pichu and shinx playin cards. pikachu is chillin but pichu 2 looks a little aggro

pikachu taking the bandana off to show one long spiral baby hair on top the head and hands out like “what”

pikachu on break chuffin back a fat dart

ink drawing of pikachu in the headband backlit and arms up doing a down b thunder attack and hollering upward “To me, thy power, O skies, O heavens; I, divine lightning rod, receive thee, beseech thee: Destroy, and make as ash (not Ketchum), with thy faithful conduit, that chucklefuck Yoshi”

pikachu thoughtfully strolls, considering toes

pikachu cold chillin on the floor smokin a doobie tail at a half chub straight cheesin

pikachu on a hook about to become pikaglue

pikachu howling for it on the floor hands to the heavens “lemme smash!!”

kirby throwing up a star and pikachu going whoa man that’s some wild shit

pikachu giving you heart hands and saying Peeka Pee

three pikachus (threekachus) in the bandana, one takin a snooze and throwin deuces, one lackadaisical fuck yellin “heard you were talkin shit about my down b?” and another stale standing paw out saying “come. be with me, until the end.”

pikachu in the headband scratchin tummy and givin you too smiley side eye sayin “eh. you know how i get.”

me snug as fuck in bed having a great dream of edelgard von hresvelg von fe3h bringing me a baja blast freeze

A Lapse — A Kindness by stergeon on ao3: During a winter battle in Faerghus, Ingrid's pegasus is shot down. Edelgard finds her.

acheron lethe phlegeton fe3h scared and bald

acheron lethe phlegethon from fe3h except bald

$The fractured limb upon which the Faerghan general is impaled is tragically within reach of the forest floor, yet just too high off the ground for her to stand. The strain of such a wound would see her death in minutes, if not the gravity of it; it's fortunate indeed that Edelgard has found her so quickly, but Galatea has never known what's good for her. The fool lifts the lance she's clung to harder than her own sense, just so Edelgard can push it aside. "Surrender," Edelgard says, as greeting. "Never," Galatea rasps back. Her spit is hot on Edelgard's cheek, but Edelgard's blood runs hotter, and her mask is practiced and perfect. "You don't need to die this way, Ingrid." She steps closer, dangerously close, not that Galatea could do anything even if she could reach. "Surrender," she says again. "Please." Galatea's dying dog pants and stares. She's a pretty girl, even like this, fighting for words and for breath, dead leaves in her flaxen hair, face bloodied with scratches, her left arm snagged on a high bough and obviously broken at the shoulder. Edelgard always liked that she didn't feel inclined to use makeup, and those knightly affectations of hers, while rooted in an embarrassing grandiose inferiority, did have their charms. She certainly will make a lovely martyr. With a fall like that, her pelvis is likely broken as well, though the more pressing issue is the branch through the thick meat of her vulnerable inner thigh. Every time she twitches, red heat spills down her calves to puddle below her dangling boots.$