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๐๐Ÿ๐ฉ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ @๐๐ž๐œ๐š๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ง๐š๐œ๐ก๐จ. ๐๐จ๐ž๐ญ, ๐–๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐จ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ซ. ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐’๐ž๐š๐ญ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ. ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฒ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ. ( ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š ๐›๐š๐ง๐ค ๐š๐œ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž )

โ‚Šโœง ๐‚๐ซ๐š๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ?

โ˜† ๐Œ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ž โ˜† Not A Minor โ˜† They /Them โ˜† Bisexual Disaster โ˜†

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โ‚Šโœง '๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ

HAAPPY BIRTHDAYYY @limeandorange ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰ here is tiny gift from me, I hope u like it ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆ ๐Ÿ’

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The tent still smelled of iron and trampled earth, the remnants of violence clinging stubbornly to the canvas despite the hour that had passed. Nesta sat on a low camp stool, armor discarded in careless pieces at her feet, leathers darkened where bloodโ€”mostly not her ownโ€”had soaked in. She leaned back against the central pole, eyes half-lidded, the tension of command loosening only now that the noise of the skirmish had faded into memory.

The flap stirred as Eris entered, Firelight caught in his copper hair, turning it momentarily molten. His expression was composed and distantโ€”High Lord first, alwaysโ€”and his voice followed suit.

ZEEEEEE, ZEEEEETUUUS ๐Ÿ˜ญ

THANK YOOOOOU! oh my GOD this battlefield caretaking between lovers trope mix is SOOOOO YUMMYYYY

And he is bossy!! Kneeling. The focus. The tenderness.

This was such a perfect, delicious little gift. Thank you so much for feeding me exactly what I love ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

YIPEEEEE IM SO HAPPY U LIKE ITT U DESERVE ALL DA LOVBBBBB <<<33333

HAAPPY BIRTHDAYYY @limeandorange ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰ here is tiny gift from me, I hope u like it ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆ ๐Ÿ’

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The tent still smelled of iron and trampled earth, the remnants of violence clinging stubbornly to the canvas despite the hour that had passed. Nesta sat on a low camp stool, armor discarded in careless pieces at her feet, leathers darkened where bloodโ€”mostly not her ownโ€”had soaked in. She leaned back against the central pole, eyes half-lidded, the tension of command loosening only now that the noise of the skirmish had faded into memory.

The flap stirred as Eris entered, Firelight caught in his copper hair, turning it momentarily molten. His expression was composed and distantโ€”High Lord first, alwaysโ€”and his voice followed suit.

Iโ€™ve been wanting to draw Emerie for a really long time. And I wanted to explore the lack of love the Illyrian people get in acotar canon. I have always hated the bland colorless, lifeless, warlike โ€œprimitiveโ€ treatment they getโ€ฆ soooo I explored color and patterns, as well as textures in a character design of Emerie.

I was inspired by cultural dress from Eastern Europe, in particular Ukrainian, Polish, Georgian and Romanian folk dress.

I have seen other creators on here post about it before so I will not take credit for the idea. Let me know what you think loves <3

I love transfem people, I love trans girls and I love fem presenting non binary ppl. I love when my trans girl friend smiles and shakes her hair she is obviously very proud of growing out. I love the look on her face when she tells me I'm the only one of her friends who can fully lift her off of the ground. I love her pretty brown eyes. I love listen to her talking about physics which I don't understand at all but it's interesting. I have another trans girl friend and she's not that lucky to get gender affirming care, but she still rocks. I love that she doesn't care to soften her voice or wear make up or anything. I love that she is the tech girl of the friend group and has everything you could ever possibly need for your PC. I love that she's not afraid to speak up to strangers when they misgender her. I love her style, bc honestly, those skirts fit her perfectly. I have a fem presenting non binary friend. They're not sure about their identity yet which is why I use they/them for them. I love their soft vibe. The way they dress, those soft flannels and simple jeans. I love their short ginger hair which I can't imagine is natural bc it's so pretty and perfect but it is their own. I love their small cute nose and how their glasses look on them. I love that they have so much love to give that they even get along really well with their sibling. I know a few more people like that and I love them all and I love to share their joy. That's it.

Equinox
With their scheming fathers, Tamlin and Eris found themselves traveling to each other's courts more frequently than any other. Tours through forests on horseback were a tradition in both Spring and Autumn's cultures -- an opportunity for haughty lords to show off the virility of their lands and gloat from atop their steeds. But Tam found he needn't pay attention to the rolling hills of color changing leaves, the scent of spice and nuts in the air, or the politicking of males in their shimmering red and green robes, when he could steal the taste of autumn straight from the mouth of the most beautiful prince in the world.

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