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𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩 - 🌼🌱

bought a pack of frames like that and i wasn’t expecting it would help me so much to paint a simple portrait and focus on the simplicity while still having some noise around it that makes my brain calm and happy

close up because i like how the textures turned out

print available here <:

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A saint for these truly

sounds of solas trying to reach his first aid kit after stubbing his toe really hard

sounds of solas after reaching his destination

sounds of solas recovering

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sorry i haven't read your fic yet it's been in my open tabs for 8 months

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Just some cutesy art I did a little while ago. I love them 🥰💕

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Emmrich Taking a nap in a well deserved comfy chair in his room 🥰

Little snippet I wrote to go along with this as well if you are interested. It's just a fluff piece that kind of prompted me drawing this💕:

Rook tapped on Emmrich's door with gentle fingers, "Emmrich, Darling?" She called out.

All she could hear through the thick ancient door was the soft crackle of the roaring hearth within. Maybe he's not in? she thought and timidly pushed open the door.

Her heart picked up in her chest as she laid eyes on the dapper Mourn Watcher slung leisurely across an elegant green leather sofa. His wine goblet had tipped over in his hand, spilling its contents down the side of the time worn seat. The book he was reading laid open and forgotten on his lap.

The serenity of the scene made Rook's chest swell with warmth as she gingerly slipped the book and goblet from his grasp and placed them atop his neatly organized desk. She snagged the woolen blanket he had tucked away behind some books and tossed it over him, careful not to jostle him too much.

Rook couldn't fight the tender smile that stretched across her lips as she took in the peaceful expression on his face, the love she felt for the man before her overwhelming her thoughts. She leaned forward, brushing the few stray strands of silver hair from his forehead and placed a delicate kiss to the crease between his brows that always formed when he slept.

"Hello Darling," Emmrich's voice was rough with sleep. Rook startled at the sound and met his eyes only to find that they glimmered with fondness as they looked up at her still blurred from sleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered.

Emmrich smiled softly and pulled her down into his arms; his lips pressed a chaste kiss to her temple and he tucked her into his embrace.

"Don't you mind that," his voice rumbled against her back as he spoke, "I will always treasure waking up to your smile my dear."

Rook's heart bloomed as the pair settled into the comfortable warmth of that cozy study until she, too, drifted off to sleep in the safety her lover's arms.