#is their name

[floppachoppass]

Birdie! Without thinking, i made her have more of a 70s aesthetic. In general, i imagine them with summery, bright, light clothes

[hahaheart1]

Drew my DND character for the Masquerade event my campaign party is doing! It's really fun!

Sketch + clothing refs below!

Here are things! Boots are hard, but I think the drawing turned out really well actually (the knife was there just as a reminder they have knives)

[sktls-ig]

i am

allergic to cats

i now remember :D

but i love my fur child no less

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Work in Progress || Sad Kitten

@saideeyoregloomily​

The rocking chair creaked between the rustic strum of guitar strings, a melody fiddling out from between Ber’s experimenting fingers. He was sat outside on Simba’s porch, his foot propped against the railing as he rocked himself slow and wrote-and-unwrote-and-rewrote those chords on Teacup. In his mouth, he slow-puffed on a cigarette, seeking a lazy kind of chill today.

He had the house all to himself. 

Simba was at play practice. Kiara was also at play practice. Bowie snoozed at his feet, tired after Ber had thrown the ball around with him for a while. It was the kinda afternoon that got under Ber’s skin in a good way, like-- like fertilizer or something. And then outta these days, music could grow. 

He wasn’t gonna be alone for too much longer. In fact, Ber heard a couple of snapping twigs, Bowie’s head snapping to attention at the sound too. His golden retriever let out a slight snuffy bark as the noise got closer, then scrambled to his paws and headed down the steps toward the boy emerging from the wood. 

Ber grinned, cigarette still between his teeth, at Gregory Eeyore--fellow musician and music major-- and his mate. 

He’d asked Greg if he wanted to come over to take a gander round Ber’s studio, which was finally starting to come together. He’d moved a lot of his gear over from his old Bonfamille house, but was still commissioning the recording booth and wanted another set of eyes on things. And Simba, well, Simba-- wasn’t gonna get it the way that Greg did, who was in a couple of Ber’s classes and had been down in Pride U’s studios himself. 

Ber stood up from the chair, guitar in hand. “Oi, Bowie, down,” he called out to the dog currently attacking the Greg’s hands with his tongue. Chuckling, he moseyed down the steps himself. “Was worried you weren’t gonna find it. I know it’s-- er-- bit off the beaten path,” commented Ber. He dropped the cigarette butt on the dirt and squashed it with his boot. 

[pocket-dragon]

Smooch for the tiny Durge

[charlez-ink]

Old oc sketch

[vilaneeve]

So this Chilean tv show has lesbians I think an- it doessssssssss holy fuck why did no one tell meeeee I'm gonna binge it all rn!