#lynwell

[fatal-blow]

Some cats! Jasper (left) and Lynwell (right) are brother from the Dragon's Yolk and a member of an ethno-religion known as the Bas'sekh, who tend to be very anti-magic. Jasper's a weirdo tho because he was born with magic anyways, so he came to Herrinhoff with his brother to learn more about magic at the University but to also look for their missing sisters

They end up becoming Aurelia's first friends at the University and show her around the city a little bit (I'll have to do a littol comic about it at some point)

#priscilliam #my art #lynwell #jasper #furry #cat furry #cat anthro #anthro #furry art #sfw furry #art

[thewindbloom]

Got a bunch of little lore buddies for sale: First, Iitan’s half-Fae clutch. That he doesn’t get to touch. Or influence. (And he isn’t getting another - she promised one /perfect heir/, she didn’t mention how, nor did she promise that it /would/ be a child of her own…)

Second, Chrisha and Haojean’s clutch of half-Dreamwarden kids. They all look amazing with jaguar, so Haojean will probably get jaguar soon.

Anyhow. Iitan’s kids are up for 25kt, and Haojean’s clutch is up for 30kt.

Find them all via their IDs! 33968695 - Rinelle 33968696 - Lynwell 33968693 - Ladora 33968697 - Iarren 33968694 - Adrana

34706123 - Lylia 34706124 - Jinho 34706125 - Avarice

#fr dragon sales #fr sales #flight rising dragon sales #flight rising sales #frbiodragons #fr lore kids #lore kids

[dcriuswrites-blog]

My dear Alex,

I know that you are very likely gone, but I was hoping that you wouldn’t be. I hope you get this letter, because I didn’t get to say what I wanted to when we saw each other last. 

I loved you the first moment I saw you, not at the cafe, not when we were paired together as partners. I saw you in First year, in Introduction to Comp. You were sitting in the back row next to that infuriating redhead, I think her name was Melissa or something, she was a compulsive gum chewer and she switched to Marketing or something in Second year. I am rambling again, but this time it’s because this is the hardest thing I have ever had to write and I really am trying to find a way out of it.

Regardless, I fell for you immediately, as you sat at the back with a journal like mine, only I didn’t know that at the time. I just knew that you seemed to be scribbling all the time, spilling your secrets to crisp pages in that beautiful scratch of yours. I knew that you were perfect because I did the same thing. I knew at that moment that I would do anything to meet you.

Of course, I didn’t for years. I was in your class on and off over the next four years and I would try to convince myself that you could never like a girl like me, I was convinced until one day, I was in Professor Lynwell’s office after class, talking about the upcoming partner assignment. I didn’t want to work with anyone, I was too scared. But then Lynwell asked if I would participate if he paired me with you. It was mortifying, but I guess when you stand in front of a class for four years, you pick up on a few things. I thought you should know that, before you cut me out forever. 

I am looking for a way out of this situation. The one where we give up all our dreams, the townhouse, the dog, the take out and the pantslessness. Where you make me so happy that even me, with my English Lit minor, can’t find the words to describe how happy you make me. You make me happier than cucumber sandwiches on the sunniest of days. Happier than Frank Sinatra and Sabrina and Jane Erye and Thai Food and No Pants. Combined. 

I don’t know how else to convince you to stay, to pick me. I will support you, and your potential child. I love you that much. But pick me. Pick us. Pick laying in bed after sex, pick vinyl shopping and finding a new pizza place. Pick Lucy June, toothpaste drink when Barbie comes to stay and neck pain for both of us because we can’t stop kissing.

There is not really anything left I can say, other than I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything else on this planet, in this galaxy or the whole damn universe. I am moving to Seattle this Saturday, I got a job writing for this small band out there. They sounds great. They are going places. If you love me, you will come to Little Oddfellows, I hear they have great green tea. I will be there from noon till four on Sunday. 

I love you,

Honey 

(Envelope Contents: One scrap of paper with Little Oddfellows Address, torn paper cup with lyrics from John Mayer’s Slow Dancing in a Burning Room from a University Cafe Cup) 

#honey b #honey honey #honey burton #sweet honey and bitter lemons #oh but he is beautiful