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The Last of Us Part 2!!!

Ready for a fun season!! Right?! 😀

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“I’m the Avatar and you gotta deal with it!”

Check out my TikTok to see the full process of this drawing!

My TikTok

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Pedrotober Day 4/31: Silva (and Jake) ❤️

Love these cowboys so much and I cannot express how much I wish the scene where Jake sneaks up behind Silva was LONGER. They should have kept so much more in this film. Or maybe the movie itself needed to have been longer idek I want moreeee. Good thing I can always draw for these two.

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If I ever were to lose you…..🌿Procreate drawing 🖤

I’m sincerely so sorry about this but it had to be done before we see Pedro Joel with a guitar (which will kill me btw I will die)

Please no reposts without credit!

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Flower Joel

14x14 gouache on watercolor paper, some details finished in procreate.

A labor of love. I have special plans for him, fingers crossed they turn out alright. 💕🌸

(Please do not repost without credit)

Shop | ig | kofi

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Beautiful 💜

Paulo and Virginia by Alessandro Puttinati

But. It’s Pedro. (Shirted and unshirted for those of us who are delusional)

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In honor of gladiator day here’s Pan Comforting Psyche by Reinhold Begas.

But it’s Pedro.

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🌿 “When you’re lost in the Darkness….” 🌿

Happy Joely July everyone!

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I love everything about this 💕

You Should See The Other Guys | Din Djarin Imagine (Knight!au)

Summary: when you come across a knight covered in blood you fear the worst

Warnings: blood, hurt/comfort

A/N: as promised earlier, here’s my quick one before I go to bed. you guys voted and Din Djarin was the run away winner and I guess given the metal armour it works. anyway when I came across this picture on Pinterest it just got my mind working, although I think it’s implied that this might be a slain and fallen soldier, my brain couldn’t help but think otherwise…

This was not what you were expecting to see in the field, just up the dirt road from your house, as you made your way back from the market. In fact, you almost hadn’t noticed him at all, too preoccupied by the tiny stone that had worked its way into your shoes and now rattled around at the gap near your toes. As you had leaned against a wooden post for balance so you could take off your shoe, shaking the stone free before placing your shoe back on your foot, you looked out at the field of flowers and noticed something shiny and metal, laying amongst the wild grass. You squinted as the sun reflected off of it, your hand coming up to shield your eyes as you abandoned your wicker basket and began to make your way towards the anomaly in the field.

As you got closer, your realised the sun was reflecting on a suit of armour- it was a knight- and from the amount of blood that splattered his armour, you didn’t think he looked too healthy… probably why he had collapsed in the middle of a field of flowers. Upon realising what lay before you, you picked up the pace, rushing towards the man, eager to help in whatever way you could- even if it was just to hold his hand as he passed, which you feared was the most likely case.

As you hastily came to a stop and collapsed down onto your knees beside him, he startled, attempting to sit up.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tried to sooth placatingly, your hands moving across his breast plate, trying to get him to relax again, “don’t move, it’s okay, I’m here to help.”

He tried to fight you a little, reluctant to lie back down so you could assess his injuries and see if you could help, his head tilting slightly as he looked at you in confusion.

“I live just over that hill.” You pointed behind him. “I was just on my way back from the market when I noticed you-“ He groaned slightly. “It’s okay, just relax, I’m here to help.” You said again.

“What are you talking about?” He said confused. His voice was slightly gruff, but sounded tinny through his helmet. Your fingers instantly reached to help pull it off. “No!” He cried out, sitting upright, his hands reaching to hold the helmet in place. “Don’t take it off.” He said.

“But I need to see your injuries.” You protested.

“Injuries?” His voice came back confused.

“Yes, injuries. You’re covered in blood. I’m surprised you are alive and moving at all, given the amount of blood on your armour.”

He looked down at himself then. His breast plate sagged as he sighed, his hand relaxing at his side.”You should see the other guys.” He mumbled, then paused. When you looked to him, begging him to elaborate, he said, “It’s not mine,” relaxing his body and leaning back on one hand. “Well most of it isn’t anyway.” He said, lifting his right leg and bending his knee, sneering slightly with the effort, before relaxing again.

“But I thought you were dying.” You said. “You’re lying in the middle of a field covered in blood.”

He sighed. “I was just resting.”

“Just resting.” You repeated, a look of reluctant astonishment on your face.

“Yes, resting.” He affirmed.

“Your leg?” You queried, putting the pieces together.

“I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

You frowned. He was being difficult. “So, where did all the other blood come from?” You asked.

“Bandits.”

“Bandits?”

“Yes, bandits? Look am I going to have to repeat everything I say to you?”

“Fine!” You snapped, “I was only trying to help. You know do my civic duty or something as a member of the realm.” You said, getting up and dusting off your hands and knees. He sat forward, following you with his gaze, or at least you thought he was behind that visor.

You huffed loudly at his silence before turning your back on him, ready to stride back through the flowers to the road and pick up your basket of goods- but the thought of his injured leg made you pause. You huffed again, loudly as you turned back to him. Marching towards him, you held out your hand to him.

“Come on.”

“What are you doing?”

“Come on,” you said again. “You need someone to look at that leg before it becomes infected and resting at my cottage will be a lot more comfortable than this field.” When he continued to hesitate, you said, “I’m not taking no for an answer Sir…?”

“Djarin.” He filled in. “Din Djarin.”

“Well then, Sir Din Djarin, are you going to take the help of this lowly peasant or not?”

Reluctantly he took your hand and allowed you to help pull him from the ground. He was reluctant to place weight on his right leg, so you wrapped an arm around his back and hooked his arm over your shoulders, encouraging him to lean on you to help him walk.

“It’s just over that hill, by that tree.” You informed him as you both began to cut across the field to where your small cottage lay.

He admired the flowers growing in your front garden, a well worn wooden fence with bits of it missing, the only defining factor between your property and the rest of the meadow. “How did you end up here anyway.” You asked him as you heaved him through the door. The two of you hobbled towards the fire place on the far side of the tiny thatched roof house.

“I walked.” He groaned as he sat himself down on a chair, stretching out his injured leg. You immediately fell to your knees before him, your fingers reaching to free his leg from its coverings. He sneered as you pried the blood covered armour from his soaked through undergarments. There was a large slash in both his trousers and leg. It was a miracle he had gotten anywhere. You gently slid the pant leg up above his knee to get a better look at the wound. Luckily it was all tissue damage, but boy was it bleeding.

“I think I’ve got some scraps of cloth to use as bandages-“ you began to half mutter to yourself and half explain to your new house guest, as you got up off the floor and moved towards a cabinet, opening up one of the doors and pulling out a basket of fabric.

You brought it back over to the fire place before moving into the adjacent room to grab some other supplies; a basin of water, a needle and thread, a pestle and mortar and a collection of flowers and herb from your garden. He watched you closely as you grabbed one of the pieces of cloth and began to clean the blood from around the wound. He would sneer every now and again when you pushed a little too hard at the skin and muscle around the wound, but mostly remained quiet.

When you had done that, you readied the needle and thread. Once again he grunted against the pain as you pierced his flesh with the needle, pulling the thread tight and holding the wound closed. Then you began to grab at different leaves and flowers, mashing them together until they formed a paste. Although he recognised some of the flowers you used by sight, he had no idea what half of them were called, or what healing properties they might have.

When you began to smear the paste over the stitches, he expected it to sting, but instead, they left a cooling sensation on his skin. As you began to wrap the leg, he relaxed, the concoction of medicinal herbs working their magic. When you tied off the bandage and shuffled back, collecting your items from the floor and placing them in your lap, he was suddenly so quiet- so still- you thought he might have fallen asleep.

As you looked at his helmet, the shade of his visor, your fingers itched. You had heard about these specific guard before, they never took their helmets off, never showed anyone their face. You didn’t want to take the helmet off, but you longed to lift the visor. You just wanted to see his eyes. You turned and placed the items in your hands on the nearby table before turning back to him. You watched a moment longer. Checked the steady rhythm of his breathing, Slowly you built up the confidence to reach for him, your fingers ghosting at the metal covering his eyes.

“Weren’t you coming back from the market?” He suddenly said and you jumped back, but his statement had your eyes growing wide.

“Oh crap- my basket.” You grumbled and raced from the house. But when you returned he was gone.

The next day at the market you heard news about a group of bandits who had been found dead at the side of the road not too far from your house, but no one knew for sure who had done it. And although you tried to look out for him whenever you were out and about, you never saw him again. After a time you thought you had made him up, thought that he had never existed. But every year on the anniversary of the day a tiny bag of coins would appear on your doorstep with a poppy from the meadow placed beside it- a thank you to the kind stranger who stopped and did everything they could to help a resting knight from the kings guard in a field of flowers at the side of the road.

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Din and Ca’tra in Chapter Six of Me and My Husband 🌌

This stunning art work is by @cass-hues 🥹🥹🥹

This is my favorite scene in all of MAMH! The Eye of Aldhani was one of my favorite parts of Andor and I knew I had to include it in one of my Din fics 🤍

Ca’tra = night sky in Mando’a

Ca’tra is a reader insert character so this is just an example of what she could look like! It’s all up to you!

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-Commission-

Just a little tequila for keep the cold away🥰 6x6 gouache on mixed media paper.

This ones for Maura over on ig. Thanks so much again Maura!! He was a delight to have around.

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Happy weekend everyone!!! 😘😉

Just a nice day to spend in Din’s bunk….

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Screaming

Hi :)

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✨Sad Sexy Joel Miller Hours✨

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Met my artwork today, He said “Hi!” 👋

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@gifsbysimplysonia Thank you!!

Thought I’d share this here as well!! Some Moon Knight Madness happening on my Instagram check it out!!

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Hi!! Holo Mando Bookmarks just restocked!!

I really like these guys they’re nice quality and they have a little holographic sparkle. They can be found right here in my lil store, I ship worldwide and shipping is only 80¢ no matter where you are.

Thanks!!🌌

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