lysette dufort
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
Fai_Ryy
Show & Tell
almost home
ojovivo
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Mike Driver
todays bird

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi

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@doodlebound
lysette dufort
Some old metalwork of mine!
Dirt. In her mouth. In her lungs. All around. Everywhere. Clinging. Choking. Gritty. Cold. Everywhere. [...] Clods of dirt explode as a hand breaks through the ground, followed by a second, and then—Rumi. Chest heaving, lungs spasming; mouth full of dirt and grit and still not enough air. She collapses, bottom half of her body still heavy—still buried. She coughs and gasps, spits and gags. She breathes. She breathes. It burns.
from let me be a little less liminal by @whatwordsmiss because i felt like drawing something fucked up this week :)
god i was FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE trying to finish this before the weekend is over. it's- *checks* -1:24 am monday, but we take it, we take it.
based on a scene from maybe it's not so bad after all by winterthorns! it was one of the first kpdh fics i read and this scene has never left my head since then.
“But you do care.” Mira states it like it’s a fact, but she holds her breath anyway in anticipation of the response. Rumi meets Mira’s eyes, intense and honest. “I do care,” she promises, her voice unwavering. [...] Mira smiles at Rumi. Rumi nervously fingers the edge of her mask, then rolls the cloth down just past her lips and smiles back.
fanart of paint my frozen heart with fire by @arendellesfirstwinter because um?? this woman is too cute to live???
In the filtered daylight streaming in through the curtains, Rumi’s eyes are fixed on Mira’s face, warm and hopeful and deep as a vat of honey. Her cheeks are still pink and her expression is unguarded and earnest as she fidgets with the hem of her sweatshirt, and Mira’s heart is suddenly in her throat, certain she knows exactly what’s coming when Rumi takes a deep breath and says, in a very small voice— “Would you mind if I hugged you?” —Show Me (How to Love You)
ft. rumi's work alarm ruining everything
"I don't know what I am. I'm not Lieutenant Shayera Hol of the Thanagarian Empire. Not anymore. I've been stripped of my rank, exiled from my home world. I'm not Hawkgirl, that was always a sham."
day 4 of getting better at painting!
painting today for a pen pal!!
day 3 of getting good at painting! painting guns is hard and bad
day 2 of trying to paint good dattebayo
i've always loved @paperseverywhere's art style and i've always been a dolorosa girlie so this is my first attempt at simplifying my painting style with an homage with the gorgeous run to you lyricstuck we all know and love
nine for the tomb, and for all that was lost
Harrowhark Nonagesimus | Ortus Nigenad | Gideon Nav
eight for salvation no matter the cost
Silas Octakiseron | Colum Asht
seven for beauty that blossoms and dies
Dulcinea Septimus & Protesilaus Ebdoma
six for the truth over solace in lies
Palamades Sextus | Camilla Hect
five for tradition and debts to the dead
Abigail Pent & Magnus Quinn
four for fidelity, facing ahead
Isaac Tettares | Jeannemary Chatur