#so um here

[tratatdragonlord]

Drew these two last year when I read the book

[eveinstars]

Asked classmate if I could draw him as a cat boy

[beastofmoss]

Birthday boy! (Don't mind that it's like the end of the month hahah)

[strawberrymomhat]

Lesbians! A sketch about getmean’s latest sledgefu fic 😳😅

[andryuska]

👄 oops my hand slipped

SEND 👄 FOR OUR MUSES FIRST KISS. // @intoxicatiing

    “ i shall honestly threaten the next man who says it with a formal challenge. ” the promise was a quiet one, murmured in the silence of their carriage as they were driven back to the small bogucharovo estate through that frigid winter night. it had been silent in that carriage until he’d spoken: andrei had been staring out the window, brow quirked in troubled thought —- he’s never liked society, but it had never been because he was angry with it. his loathing had always come from boredom, from that feeling of uselessness that resided in a life attending parties and dinners while drinking away any sense of purpose. this quarrel was of a new nature that evening, and even as his nature demanded of him this brooding quiet, her presence was too evident, too difficult, for him to outright ignore. so he’d said it, and as he did, andrei look at her, brown eyes swelling with that hard and noble conviction.

what he had said had been entirely and fully meant, with the utmost intention, and it was not simply because he had his household name to defend —- this was no matter of simple honor, but had become something more. the need in him was selfish, but not individual; she was his wife and perhaps he had not noticed before, in not only their legal bonding, but in those countless hours spent pouring over books together, oft sleepless and too eager, she was no longer other to him, as perhaps it had seemed on the occasion of their cold and unhappy wedding. changes had occurred, gradual and incremental. he had not noticed it; he did not notice it now, but knew only the weight of that emotion that puzzled his heart, that made his hands itch for action and his mind feel burdened with dreadful uncertainty. what could he say? there was nothing —-

no. no, andrei was wrong. he was entirely wrong.

there was not nothing. the thought occurred and he pushed it away with force, but then it occurred again and again, and in this unfamiliar burst of desire to be that good man who he most certain was not, andrei knew to do nothing else. their marriage had been without touch, without even those courteous greetings which friends gave each other when they met, and he had been glad for it. until this moment, when there seemed in him too much heaviness and emotion to bury ( though try to bury it, he did ) and when no force stopped him, andrei leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, a gentle and chaste measure of comfort that filled his heart with some mixture of anxiety and gladness. and when he pulled away, it was not to immediately avert his eyes, but to watch her with significance and worry, unmarred by mocking or ironic contempt.

andrei was unsure if he had made a mistake —- if he had done what was right ( rather, what she thought would be right ) or if this was but another err in connection for which he would have to condemn himself, as he had done time and time again. he’d known in the moment only his heart, and as his head regained control, he was filled with terrible and dreading regret.

[zinaspersonalblog-arts]

Sister location!

[tliuser-blog]

I present to you, the sun!!