rynezion:

03-04.  First  ⬅️/➡️ Latest

[How you left me alone with my head]

(magical au shenanigans)

EDIT: had to cut them because of tumblr quality :(





rynezion:

The brilliant @sandkopf commissioned me to paint a kuroken for her awesome weather spirit AU (it is seriously so cool!) 

(Thank you, again!  🌿)

See commission info



rynezion:

07.  First  ⬅️/➡️ 

[Tip: Don’t piss off the massive hovering fae, even if it’s a herbivore]

(magical au shenanigans)



rynezion:

two kurokens commissioned by the awesome @newamsterdame for their brilliant magical AU fic, Curiosity Kills (I’ve read it, it’s great!!!)

Thank you, again! A million times! I had so much fun with this!!!!! 



rynezion:

My entry for the Haikyuu!! Magic Fest - Unnecessary Drama™  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯





lifeinyourhead:

The living room was warm.

Soft orange light was bathing the apartment, the setting sun giving its best with the last rays of the day. They sat on a small couch, steam rising from the teacups resting on the table in front of them, a cat curled up between their bodies. Kenma was quietly typing away on his PSP, the screen light illuminating his face.

While Tetsurou usually loved watching his boyfriend, examining the concentrated set of his eyebrows, the clenching and unclenching of his jaw, the tip of his tongue that appeared when he was about to solve the level, today he couldn’t ignore the feeling of distress bugging him. He has been watching the mess for a few weeks now, had made indirect implications to change it, but has been shooed away every time, if not utterly ignored. Today, however, he would finally stand his ground, would fight the offense that laid upon Kenma’s head.

“You can’t just wear your hair in a knot on your head for the rest of your life.” he scolded. His eyes tried to follow single strands but he lost them in all the tangles, blond and black, weaved around a hairband he couldn’t even see.

“Sure I can.” Kenma shrugged, gaze fixed on his game.

“But where does it even end?” Tetsurou inquired, his hand reaching out to catch a strand. His boyfriend ducked his head reflexively, expertly.

“Who cares?”

“I care! I wish my hair was so soft like yours. Don’t let that talent go to waste.”

“It’s no talent. It’s just hair.”

“It sure as hell is a talent to neglect it like that then!” Tetsurou huffed, crossing his arms. After that, Kenma did not grace him with further responses, too focused on his game.

But Tetsurou could not, would not leave it be. By now, the sun was almost completely hiding behind the horizon, the orange light turning into blue. It got even harder to see distinctive strands of Kenma’s hair and Tetsurou wasn’t capable of turning his stare away from it. When Kenma’s game signaled that he had cleared the level, Tetsurou’s body acted almost on autopilot, noting and taking the chance that was offered, laid out on a silver platter.

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shions-heart:

I commissioned @rynezion for some royal AU kuroken

thank you again, Ryn, for such a gorgeous/beautiful/amazing piece of art. I absolutely adore it. <3













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