#i used a references from pinterest

[love4-bunny]

Power swap Au

💙 Ask are open, you can ask them things if you want 🩷

My asks are always open in general if you are wondering.

Similar dynamic like last time

[fiendishartist2]

fashionable teens according to pinterest

[thatonechocogirl]

mourning rn. 💔

[bob-mirum]

Spy for soul (｡´ ‿｀♡)

[aiu-ita]

Haven’t drawn dynamic poses in a while so I’m forcing myself to do it by drawing my wet cat

I’m still figuring out how the canary uniform works I’m legitimately so confused

[clover-46]

david’s done! yk i literally started doing avior before this one because i forgot about the poll 😭

and something’s off about this and idk what and im tired of looking at it so here yall go

[kj-beastboy]

Paperhatober Day 7: Image 4 from Pinterest

I got my first kiss on the swings (2010)

[vind3miat0r]

"Family looks out for one another, hm?"

close ups under the cut

bro how can they be gay situationship and brothers coded at the same time PICK A LANE!!!! /lh

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if u wanna be added to the taglist just lmk :3

[sehaniine]

zelda is proud of her hair braiding abilities and link is happy to oblige

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Miss Pauling she is my wife <3

[lyxchen]

So. Which of my 50 art references of men kissing should I use for my inhun art???

[laurellerual]

Random sketch of Arya with reforged Ice!

[hickoryblossom]

Some much needed food for the zosopp people, enjoy✨

Also some modern/highschool au stuff

[lovelizards]

"Well well, if it isn't the beggar baron's little flower..."

Lord Daniel's body pressed against her back, pinning her against the wall and leaning so close to the shell of her ear that she could feel his breath.

His hand brushed against her arm, cajoling her, and though his voice was honey sweet she knew better than to trust any man who came by her father's invitation.

"Good afternoon, my lord," she murmured, every inch of her going ice cold and dead, like something left by the tide on a rocky shore.

"Lady Iris, you look absolutely ravishing today. If I had more time, I would have asked for the honour of taking a walk through your lush gardens."

She felt him press in further, and braced her hands against the wall to steady herself, her head bowed, and vacant eyes on the floor.

"What a shame," she said, "I am also terribly busy. Perhaps another time."

"A shame indeed..."

The son of the Count who lorded over their territory, a rampant deviant, a rake, with a sharp and unpredictable temper. Why did her father have to borrow so much money from him? What was she supposed to do against such a powerful -

"Hey shithead-!"

Lord Daniel made a choking sound in anger, and his looming shadow moved away - finally allowing her to breathe. Iris recognized the voice very well, and glanced down the hall to see her rescuer stomping towards them.

Mabel - the daughter of her father's falconer, and a close friend since childhood. Her fiery hair was wild around a pale face smudged with dirt and entirely covered in freckles, like a starry night sky.

"Wh - what the devil did you just -?!" Lord Daniel could barely get the words out, before Mabel pushed herself in between him and Iris, puffing herself up - despite only reaching to his shoulders - and putting her fists on her hips.

"What are you doing here again?!" She shouted, her voice echoing through the halls and drawing the attention of some servant on the far end, "How many times do I need to tell you fuck off?!"

"You dirty little brat, how dare you speak to me like -!"

"Don't you take your anger out on me! It's not my fault the gods gave you the curse of incompetence and blond hair!"

Lord Daniel's face was mottled with heated embarrassment. The sound of stifled laughter came whispering down the hall. With an exhale of outrage - the feathers in his cap drooping into his face - he furiously turned from the two and rushed out of the annex.

Once he was gone, Mabel turned to Iris, her anger melting into worry; "My Lady - why do you let that bastard near you? You only need to scream once, and the guards would -"

"But my father owes him so much money..." Iris interjected. It was an argument they often had, "I can't afford to send him away myself, what if...what if father decides..."

"That would never happen!" Mabel insisted, taking her hands up and holding them tightly, "I would never let you be traded to pay any debt. Didn't you already say you'd marry me one day?"

Iris gave her a weary smile.

She remembered that day well, when the two of them were no more than seven and eight years old. Hiding from Iris' tutors in the rose bushes, the thorns tearing up their clothes.

"And didn't I already tell you that you're no more beholden to a child's whims than I am?"

Mabel huffed a sigh, but Iris could tell she wasn't really annoyed, because her ears always flushed pink when she was happy.

"Come on, then. Let's go visit Lady Ribbons, she'll cheer you up."

Mabel took her hand, and started leading her down the hall.

"That's so embarrassing! Please stop calling her that!"

'Lady Ribbons' was what Iris had named her silver falcon when she was a child, but as an adult she called the bird Rimona. Mabel would never let her forget it, though.

Sometimes Iris wondered if her friend was stuck in the past, somewhere far away, in her own little world. It seemed like such a nice place, a past full of the smell of flowers and feeling of warm sun on her face.

"It's a cute name! Just like you! Come on!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming."

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[hulloitsdani]

Nothing like motiving myself to practice drawing kisses from reference by making the final results feature my FEH girlies.

[ohmyarda]

A Daemonyra “draw this in your style” art challenge from Instagram -