#it's my first time using procreate!

[lyrien-arts]

More OC art!

left to right: Taer, Lirien, Lirien again

details under cut

[magicalzebra]

[some-internet-stranger]

falin⭐

(click on in for better quality, omg Tumblr what is this)

[haliaiii]

reading up on argenti’s lore

[mmelete]

Just a guy holding his ocarina, right?

….right?

[blakbonnet]

Ed and Stede as Calvin and Hobbes

[jupitermover]

Lil artsy thing from last month inspired by the heatstroke trend @/soularsss did with rex!!!!

[quiddling]

wife!!!

[xeemaee]

Just used procreate for the first time for something cursed

Original post:

THIS TOO IS LABRU https://x.com/httpshilohh/status/1868777769829908683?s=61

[silverstyff]

felt like drawing fubble

[skellycrows]

Tim in the dpxdc Dead Tired fantasy AU I'm planning. Design is subject to change, i just needed smth to visualize.

[serperioranimations]

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you: tater’s monster Tom lore! At least some of it ;]

[pawfulofwaffles]

@bunnyspine can I offer you a silly sticker guy in this trying time?

[m-kyunie]

Happy birthday to these two 🙏💕🌸 & CLAMP day!!

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 💕💍🍽️🩸

chapter 5: february

summary:

“These things do not concern you,” Papa told him flatly. “I will run my household however I see fit. Your concerns are with your schoolwork and your modeling.” Blood pumped heavy and fast through Adrien’s heart. That wasn’t—fair. Concern was about all he was capable of these days. “And what about Maman?” Adrien asked, exhausted, reckless. “May I be concerned about Maman?” Something shifted on Papa’s face, all his emotions smothered in stone.

excerpt:

The best day of Adrien’s life was eight months and six days ago. No contest.

It was a crisp kind of cold that day, the Paris sky blooming a bright and brilliant blue overhead. The sun pierced right through the brisk February air, a shock of spearmint and adrenaline in his veins. He couldn’t stop widening his eyes, couldn’t stop smiling. The city was so alive. Strains of love songs poured out of open cafe doors and onto tourists, their hands full of red roses and lovers’ hands. The cobblestones sang with the patters of paired footsteps all down the street. It was the city of love always, but today especially. Today Adrien was made of the stuff, just bursting with it.

And, like every other day in the running for the best of his life, Marinette was there.

“You’d better not pull anything,” she warned, tightening her grip on his hand as they passed by a tourist couple looking very… engrossed with each other in the middle of the street. “And—and if you do, you have to tell me. Right now.”

Marinette’s brow was lightly furrowed, the bridge of her nose just barely scrunched up. Her hair was pulled half-back with a pink ribbon, matching the shade of the skirt she wore beneath her velvety black peacoat. Her Mary Janes clipped anxiously down the road and Adrien’s heart danced and swelled and spun in his chest.

“Pull something? Me?” Adrien stepped aside so their arms were outstretched, and then pulled at Marinette’s fingers, sending her tumbling back into his arms. She looked up at him, trying to frown, smiling. He grinned. “I would never.”

“I’m serious.” Marinette untangled herself from his arms and interlocked her fingers again with his. Her hand was the warmest thing in the world. She looked at him sternly, wagging a finger in his face. “I need to know so I can—prepare. Especially if it’s something crazy. No funny business.”

“Marinette,” he moaned, draping a wounded hand over his heart. One corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, eyes darting to meet her gaze. “You think I’m funny?”

She groaned. “I think you‘re—I think you’re ridiculous, and sappy, and romantic, and I think it’s Valentine’s Day in Paris”—this part she shouted, which drew a few stares—“and I think you’re about to take me on an insanely adorable date, and I think Alya took me to get my nails done last week—!”

“You’re so thoughtful,” Adrien remarked, swinging their hands back and forth. “And observant. What a beautiful mind you have, my lady.”

“You have to tell me,” Marinette insisted. She stopped them on the street and frowned at him, pink flushing the apples of her cheeks. “Is it—are you—?”

“Hm?” Adrien murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Marinette’s cheeks went ablaze.

“I—you—you know what I mean!” she spluttered. “Are you gonna…you know!”

He tilted his head to the side. “Am I…?”

read on ao3

[sadie-shrimp]

//minor flash warning⚠️

Do I look like him?

first time using CapCut! I make more fun stuff kinda like this on my Instagram :3