#maybe one day ..

the First v1 doodles (in terms of being drawn … not posted . whateva) …. silly ….. (plus v2 :3 and florp)

helmetless gabriel ooooooohhhhhhhhh its him …. (look at virtue-like gabriel . the silly .)

suggestive art under cut !

she stands in the hallway, heavy-set stone hanging above and around her, and the claustrophobia of it all feels wrong in her veins. there’s a sort of suffocating closeness to the city, and this hall, and the room that splays open at the other end of it, all painfully foreign when it shouldn’t be. she feels her hands itch for the blades at her sides; frost creeps in the corners of her vision, and she forces it away.

this was her home, and yet she recoils at the harshness of it all. the thought almost makes her sick.

“it cannot be . . . ” a voice mutters, syllables slowly lost to the growing horror of his gruff tone. turning, bailie sees a man round the corner. hazel eyes, roughly-cut blonde hair, eyes set in the dark shadows of tiredness. she forces her thoughts back, back, back, into the long-lost crevices of her memory, but all she finds is ice and blood and death. 

the man stands there, eyes frozen in disbelief on her face, as the tankard he’s been carrying crashes to the ground.

  i hope the random side character woman from my yuriryan fic becomes real, she is so beautiful to me.... i would treat her right......forget men. im right here

anyway funniest semi-non-spoiler(? if thats a concept) part for me

“It was a fruitful meeting. Unfortunately, I will have to excuse myself. My sincere apologies,” said Yuri (he did not sound like he was sorry), catching his coat from the seat next to him and standing up. Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but maybe the impromptu exit was out of compelling privacy concerns.