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ello, im hawk feliadox <3

she/her, adult adged and still brainrotting cartoons your honor. I'm afraid it's terminal.

Dragon!krs!!! ..do i sound like a broken record yet? Ahhah,, i wanna say thanks for all the asks about this au ive been getting!! I promise i’m drafting up responses because i realllyy do wanna take my interpretation of this au to new levels so thanks for the support!! I love hearing from dragon!krs enjoyers 🌚💖

iikisa

Some wips I’m working on :3

iikisa

Some things I drew with my pad on csp ! It’s still taking so much getting used to :,)

Little ramble: I’m hoping to get more accustomed to just writing some prompts without having to post art every time I post aha.. I really do have lots to share about this au, so I’m sorry if there’s asks I haven’t answered yet— I’m just stumped on the answers :,> keep asking tho!!! I love the support and swear I’ll get to them <3

iikisa

Someone needs to confiscate these books !!

crescentbutton

commander

orangedragonart

a drawing from a while ago, I think I’ll try redrawing it soon.

iikisa

A quick draw ✍️

mmonaxx

I luv summer vibe so muchhh🌝🌝🌝

(Mann, til i realize the weeping willow trees actually im spring, not summer😓)

lili-tti

Hi, I came to show you my illustration in the zine. I put my whole soul into it.

iikisa

Lmao ive been dead for a while ;-;

iikisa

Uhhh insert random dialogue lol

In the red dragon KRS au, Eruhaben is the first being to encounter Roksu after his capture and care for him. It was a pure chance encounter, on the surface, but Eruhaben felt as though something was pulling him in Roksu’s direction. Perhaps the will of a God? No matter what it was, Roksu was his responsibility now, regardless of how much trouble this unlucky punk could bring his way.

Roksu couldn’t have been more grateful for Eruhaben to be the one to find him and take him in. Never learning of the ancient dragon from Birth of a Hero and getting to know someone outside the fictional reality he’d sheltered himself in, he finds that this world is beyond just words in a novel, but rather something real and where he exists. Something he couldn’t process since he first came to this world.

fawnpalmer

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

ultramanzer0

is prev a warrior of light or an agent of darkness

warrior of light

agent of darkness

Remaining time: 8 hours 12 minutes

#totally warrior of light :]#<- prev #UEUEUEUE💖💖💖💖#you're also a warrior of light!! :D

writing-is-a-martial-art

Hey anybody going to talk about rescued sacrificial maidens. Like yes a guy with a fuck off sword turned up and so you're not getting fed to the dragon/water creature/mountain spirit/vague embodiment of all things scary and you get to go back home, but is that really home? Your mom hugs you and your dad says he's so happy you're alive and you know that when they said they'll do anything to keep you safe they didn't really mean it. They have a feast prepared and you get to taste what they cooked for your funeral, help wash the dishes after. And it's selfish to think that between the whole village with everyone in it and you they wouldn't pick the lesser evil but it still leaves an emptiness in your chest, knowing exactly how much your life is worth. And the neighbors smile at you awkwardly and the neighbors' kids yell "hey! I thought you died!" because they don't know not to do that yet and maybe you did. Maybe you did.

And the hero with the fuck-off sword rode off into the sunset the way they always do but you're still here and you herd the cows by the cliff where you were tied up in your cleanest clothes waiting to not be alive anymore and sometimes you think that would be easier and when you don't come back one day, you can imagine it's a relief for everyone involved. Maybe you'll be the new thing to haunt the mountain, or maybe you'll follow down the road and listen for cries that sound like yours did. Either way, there's little left to fear. You know exactly how much your life is worth.