strawbeki:

you only win big once, baby.

a wild OTP appears!

blackdistraction:

I had so much fun doing this! =3

dannawashere:

Happy Christmas to everyone.
Oh. wait. it’s may.
Oh well. 
(p.s. nope it’s not finished and i will not finish it.) 

theillusivewoman:

fyeahisabela:

Girl Time by  ~LadyRedDarkness

She likes rogues. Rivaini rogues especially.

theillusivewoman:

you're a careless con, and you're a crazy liar

spicyshimmy:

spader7:

I’ve began to sketch a little with my right arm again, but I can’t do it for more than 20-30min or so each day so I can’t do anything ambitious.
But I could manage to draw this without it hurting! woho!

Aveline’s skin was all wrong for the seafaring life; she’d make a fine bo’sun, to be sure, but she’d burn up too quickly in the sun, until none of those freckles Isabela favored so much could be seen on her broad shoulders or proud cheeks. 

‘I’ll tell you what you need, big girl,’ Isabela said one night, the flash of her teeth in a grin as crooked as a new moon—or a very old one. 

But Isabela was Isabela; she didn’t tell when she could show. And she traced each freckle one by one across Aveline’s back the same way some captains navigated by the scattered stars: familiar relics and promises whispered against the horizon.