Bruise kiss :]
still figuring out how I'm gonna draw cole BEAR WITH ME Y'ALL ...
for the mutuals i have yet to write with, feel free to give this post a ♡ for a small starter, specify muse
eager to write noble again so feel free to give this post a ♡ for a small starter, specify muse
cole tag dump
☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole visage. ☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole aesthetics. ☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole musing. ☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole answered. ☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole threads. ☽ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 | cole dossier.
ɪꜰ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ
ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ
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The other two of Spyro’s gay dads! Model paintover of Cyril and Volteer :3
"Hold your hands to your chest. And tell me what you find. Out of you, a sparrow comes. And sees without its eyes. Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt. You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst. You can cry."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. It was a sentiment the night dragon had not experienced, growing up under Kestrel's talons. Then the SANDWING WAR, then the volcano, there was never a moment for Starflight to sit and MOURN. To mourn the loss of innocence, mourn the dead, mourn the loss of sight.
A scroll, battered and worn, was held gently in his talons. He had planned on making a copy of it, an effort to PRESERVE the scroll for ages to come. Now, he wasn’t quite sure if he would ever be able to make that a reality. 〝 How did you do it? 〞 The dragonet asked, his voice laced with hesitancy, 〝 ADJUST i mean... 〞