#but I love how it turned out

[moonsundra]

Fraxus Week Eve: Height of Summer

I love drawing fraxus as kids, because I know how it feels. My childhood friend was my first and only love and I was theirs.

In childhood, the world is simpler. You don't have the labels or the societal expectations weighing you down. You can't describe what you feel. You just know that being with your best friend feels like home. You share everything—laughter, dreams, fears—and in those moments, there's a sense of freedom. It's a bond that feels unbreakable.

You don't even realize that what you have is different from what others might expect. To you, it's just love. It's the way your heart races when they smile, the comfort you find in their presence, and the joy of shared secrets and adventures. You don't know you're "weird" because, in your world, this love is the most natural thing.

As I grew older I started to understand the complexities of these feelings. But in those early days, it's just about being together and feeling free. It's about the unspoken understanding that you have each other's backs, no matter what. And when you finally realize that this is love, it's like a light bulb moment—everything makes sense. It's all about finding freedom in your feelings and realizing that love, in its purest form, is never wrong

[achemeanspain]

babyboy🩵

[bober-san]

I had art colab with @ameliadrawsshit!!! I had sooo much fun and I hope we'll do it again:3

[johankasas]

Ah yes my anual crisis over how I render my art is back! Time to change all my lineart brushes wohooooo!

[nivienne-grovant]

Junelezen Day 11 - Noon

Perhaps we can just get started with lunch?

Featuring some friends from Malboro - Basil, @baublegums, and Pri!

Bonus shots under the cut because I was having a lot of fun with these.

They did get their lunch in :)

[maxyartwork]

i believe i forgot to share it here but i made a whole book for a college project about the MCU (2008-2021) and i think it looks super cool

my professor liked it :)

[lullaebies]

Helaegon prompt: Maelor's egg hatches in the night and they wake up to a little dragon and their youngest laughing jumping on their bed

Oh that's adorable! Let's try <3 I strayed a bit from the dragon being the main focus, and it's kinda divided into two sections; I hope that's fine. -

The crickets sing outside the red bricks of the Keep. Helaena watches quietly as Maelor sits on Aegon's lap, playing with the gold ring on his father's finger. Every now and then, a night like this comes, when Aegon is caught by the children, and is anchored by them in their room. Helaena sits, watching from afar on the bed; it is growing late, but Maelor has been doing his best to keep himself awake and his father engaged. Aegon yawns, half-asleep on the chair. "Twerp," he says crassly, catching the roundness of their son's cheek between their fingers. "You need to go to bed." Maelor brings his hand to Aegon's palm, grabbing it. He shakes his head. "I don' want," he mumbles, leaning onto his abdomen. Aegon inhales quickly; there are circles around his eyes. Helaena almost pities him. She knows the feeling, too. "You need to sleep to grow," Aegon tries again. "It's important."

"Papa's important," the boy retorts. Aegon stills visibly and breathes in. Maelor is soft-spoken, as much as a toddler can be, but his words tend to hit sharp. Helaena rises from the bed. She shouldn't let Maelor see his father freeze like this.

"How about you sleep with us today?" she asks. To some degree, the question is for both of them. If Aegon wants to shy away, then he would find a way to refuse; but it is a firm offer, trying to convince him not to. Maelor would be so happy, if he'll agree.

Aegon looks at her somewhat apprehensively but keeps quiet, looking back to Maelor, whose eyes widen and gleam at the idea as he gasps childishly. "And Eggy too?" he asks. "Eggy?" Aegon tilts his head. "Am I Eggy?" he asks her half appalled at the prospect. Helaena snorts to herself before shaking her head. "You can bring your dragon egg too, Maelor," she clarifies.

"Okay!" He beams, and finally slides off his father's legs, rushing to go get his pale green egg. She watches him go. Aegon melts back into the chair, rubbing his eyes. "Fucking Eggy," he laughs tiredly as his hands run over his face. "Have you done it on purpose?" he asks her. She ponders what to say for a moment before she decides to nod. "Would that be bad?" she asks him back. "He loves his father. What could be the worst of it?" His gaze is unreadable as he thinks. She's sure, he filled his mind with plenty of possibilities, pessimist deep within himself. But it does not matter; some risks are worth taking. He tries to stand up, and his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, My legs are numb."

Still, he goes towards the bed. She thinks he knows he shouldn't run away, too. When a servant returns Maelor, his green and silver egg in his hands, the boy rushes to her and she lifts him onto the middle of the bed. He scoots by Aegon's side, his head against his father's shoulder, and the egg in the middle of them. Helaena blows out the candles in the rooms and comes behind Maelor, bringing a hand to his side as she settles herself against the boy's back. Helaena feels Aegon's hand trying to find a place to settle on their son's side in the darkness. She smiles, and closes her eyes.

-

When the sun rises, she feels as if the mattress is quacking. "Mama!" Maelor yells, so high-pitched she cringes in her place. "Papa!!" he yells even louder, jumping up and down their bed, almost bouncing on Aegon himself. "What..? Maely, sweet, a moment.." she says, the morning still tough on her. But then, she hears some kind of cracklings from behind her son. Her eyes shoot open and she rises to a sitting position. There is a slithering, pale tail coiled around her son's arm. "Mama!! Look at Eggy!" he yells as a small dragon shows its face; pale green with eyes of silverish-grey. The egg hatched? Maelor waited for this for so long. He always asked when it will, when Jaehaera and Jaehaerys went to see Morghul and Shrykos. A stone falls from her heart. She thanks the gods; it's been all too long. "Hey!" Aegon lurches up and awake when Maelor accidentally steps on him. "What are you doing twe-" Maelor shoves the baby dragon right in front of Aegon's face. Aegon nearly falls back in a sharp gasp when the snout of the small beast touches his nose. He catches himself, however, one hand against the bed and the other just inches from their son. The broken egg is between them all, as if the pieces are glimmering rocks on the bed, but Maelor giggles happily as he hugs his dragon. He smiles the widest when the sun from the window falls on him. "Papa, we hatched Eggy!" And Aegon breaks into laughter, himself, and odd smile she hasn't seen in a long time coming across his face. She starts laughing too, the corners of her lips rising naturally when Aegon takes Maelor into a hug. Some risks are worth taking. The hatchling chirps as happily as Maelor; perhaps by that, Aegon would understand some happiness is true, too.

[bee-whistler]

Tinkering with the facial design method used for the squonk, I attempted a cat. This shows promise… in fact, WAY more promise than it should because my crippling inability to manipulate objects in my head means that I expected the lower jaw to be round and wide. I kid you not somehow I honestly thought a strip in this shape:

folded and sewn to itself, would end up round. So by sheer DUMB LUCK I have this catlike face.

I need to get some rest, man. I have no idea how to make the rest of the cat rn anyway.

[elven-beckons]

Happy Star Wars day!!!

[luhvxal]

/ finally finished knitting my first sweater /

[fortune-maiden]

Ducks in a row :D

[ofthehands]

The red means I love you

[vince-linder]

The boys are back in town

The three are getting ready for whatever mayhem the next Fixer had for them. ____ Vance belongs to @jasakime Vito belongs to @arczism Vince belongs to me Love you guys <3

[pearlescent--skies]

Behold! The Pernese fashion mega-post! I wanted a visual representation of what The Dragonlovers Guide had to say about Pernese clothing, and thought that the other Pern folks on here might also be interested, so here it is!

[fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-liar]

something about Emily Brontë ending with Wuthering Heights, a novel about obsession and revenge and how it does no one good, with Hareton and Catherine - two extremely wronged characters, Hareton especially - rising above their circumstances and getting married just scratches my brain right

[dreamofbona]

journaled for the first time in a while! listening to freefall on repeat!