Pxyal Used To Hang Out With A Group Of Pixies Who Would Shrink People Down To Microscopic Sizes And Toy

tutoring sesh

He lifted his hands before his face, looking at them as he did every morning since waking in this strange body. They were not his hands. He saw soft hands, hands that had never touched a flame, never wielded a blade in true combat, never felt Ghost’s coarse fur beneath their fingertips. Not his hands at all.

Art for my Jon Snow fic Silver Spoon. :-) This one means a lot to me.

Summary:

Jon is killed by his brothers at the Wall, only to wake in a bed that is not his own and where people call him Aemon.

Your goal should be to get weirder with age and im not kidding. Become that odd estranged extended family member that owns a whacky home wherein a powerful magical item is kept that is the catalyst for the story of a children's adventure novel protagonist

Leni with her pokemon Slyveon

Sindri can't answer letters today he's busy doing something else (Kaeya)

Chu 😘

Art trade with @wuu-yuuno wwww ily ion

Fuck you.

This is love.

Every king needs his queen.