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hhi guys!! i wanna draw Rhys (due to some popular demand;)) buttttt im not sure which idea one to start first:(

vv

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...more Rhys plz? (/Not forcing, /plz)

SOON...

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ava

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As promised, Rhys

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BUSTS A NUT.

food practice w rhys hes gonna take my life

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drew zex also first post i have no idea how this app works

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balls?

not yours..

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AHHHHHHHHH THESE ARE SO AMAZING!!! im so happy I accidentally inspired these beautiful designs!!!!! You're such a wonderful artist im gonna EXPLODE

Finally finished all of the Merboys + Pirate Ava for the mermaid au. Shout out to @corpseken for the original idea! This was such a fun project and I loved watching my art improve with each design.

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was thinking about pierce x rhys

who let noi into the blue yaoi

(me i did)

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( Pierce x Lorelei )

pretty woman

walking down the street

pretty woman

the kind i'd like to meet

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You like rhys x Pierce?:0 omg.. can I put in a request for them? Maybe something of Pierce calming Rhys' nerves down? Thank you:D

I like to think he's trying to calm her down from Leif believing something incorrectly and refusing to let Rhys explain.... it's not working very well.

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saw this thing on twitter so i made my own

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whiteboard fox with my friend:)

bomus

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This guy

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HIS HAIR REMINDED ME OF HOWL

worst guy ever

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OH MY GODDDD!! AHHHH!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!@@

"I'll catch you" IM SOBBING!!! AHHH!!

hii!! would you mind doing some Rhys x Leif stuff?:0 completely fine if not!! love your writing:)

A/n: aww thank you so much!!

pair: Leif x Rhys

genre: Some Angst, romance

tw: none

They weren’t supposed to be here. Not like this.

The rooftop was quiet, save for the far-off hum of cicadas and the rhythmic buzz of streetlamps flickering to life. Rhys leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the sky that was too hazy for stars. Leif sat beside him, legs dangling over the ledge like it didn’t scare him, like he didn’t care about the wind tugging at his hoodie or the height beneath them.

"You ever feel like you're one wrong step from losing everything?" Rhys said suddenly, his voice low. He wasn’t sure where it came from. Maybe the heat. Or the way Leif had looked at him when he climbed up here.

Leif didn’t answer right away. Just pulled his legs up, arms looping around his knees, his green-blue eyes fixed somewhere in the dark.

"Yeah," he said. "Pretty much all the time."

The silence after that wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy. Like it was holding its breath for them.

Rhys turned his head. Leif was close. Closer than he thought. The kind of close that made Rhys forget how to swallow. That made his heart thud traitorously against his ribs. His fingers ached with the need to do something—reach out and say the right thing, say anything.

But Leif beat him to it. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Why’d you ask?"

Rhys swallowed. "Because I feel like I’m standing at the edge. And I don’t know if I should jump."

Leif tilted his head, brows furrowing slightly. “And what’s at the bottom?”

"You."

It was out before Rhys could stop it. And just like that, something in the air shifted. Leif's lips parted, breath caught, something fragile blooming behind his eyes like surprise and hope tangled together.

"Rhys—"

But Rhys was already moving. Slow, cautious, like giving Leif time to pull away if this wasn’t what he wanted.

Leif didn’t move.

When their lips met, it wasn’t perfect. It was a little off-center, and Rhys's nose bumped Leif’s cheek, and they were both breathing too fast—but none of that mattered. Because Leif kissed him back. Gentle at first, then with a quiet, desperate sort of certainty, like he’d been waiting for this and was just too scared to ask.

When they pulled away, Rhys didn’t open his eyes right away. He stayed close, forehead resting against Leif’s.

“I think I just jumped,” he whispered.

Leif laughed—barely, quietly—and whispered back, “I’ll catch you.”