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another take-the-wheel commission finished! A dunmer sorcerer who enjoys bein’ fancy.

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Commissions!

1. Kalle for bestboyonoda@twitter

2. Akuva for @bezella

3. Beatrice for @belovedxiv

4. Akuva for @bezella

5. Shenyu for @speremint

6. Lunena for arylena_@twitter

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Commissions!

1. Njorthbiartr Hjallr for @vysaldhe

1. Avinah for @thenaaru​

3. Karlotte for @fernothewise​

4. Bilal for trashcanime @ twitter

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Commissions for Cari. It is very nice to work with this wonderful person and every time I get to draw new characters with an interesting design♥

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Aang: fuck ba sing se and its rules

Toph:

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Right of Blood

The Lord of the Emberglades gestured to his Steward to bring him the map of his realm. The Emberglades, the five provinces that were placed into his care. The five provinces that were now at the brink of civil war.

Stenden, fourteen summers of age, wiped the blood from his face with a trembling hand. A hundred thousand thoughts raced through him as his father unrolled the map across the dining table.

“Thank you father,” he said emptily, glad to focus his mind on borders, names, and houses. He welcomed anything that could keep the events of the day from his mind. It had been the first blood he had seen spilled from still-breathing men- Men who had come to take his life in a botched assassination attempt.

“The assassins bore the crest of House Illithia,” Solendis said to his wide-eyed son. Cold. Factual. “This was a power play. The image of your body paraded above the tabards of Westheath sounds like a message Aranias would send.” Though his tone had remained even, Solendis’ fists clenched in rage.

Stenden looked up at his father, then at his clenched fists. They were covered in blood from one of the assassins he had helped to dispatch earlier. It had stained the map he had helped roll out in splotches of crimson. 

“I want you to wash,” the boy said.

“To wash?”

“Your hands.” Stenden nodded. “Then I want you to write missives. That an attempt on my life has been made. Declaring a state of war between the Emberglades and House Illithia. Any who stands with them are hereby enemies of the realm.”

“We need to know who stands with them before making declarations like that-” Solendis protested. But his Lord silenced him with a trembling hand.

“We need to mobilize every garrison at our disposal regardless of who. The declaration of war ought to be sent first. We can sort out our enemies and allies later.” Stenden stated. His voice betraying a boy who was on the verge of cracking under the pressure. Barely keeping composure that his station required. “But most of all, we need you to play to your strengths: Opinion. We need the outrage of the people on our side. We need everyone to know the desecration of Uncle’s funeral. So- Have a wash. We cannot have you write these missives in anger.”

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if you say “bloodborne” 3x in the mirror I show up and give u a tender kiss

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My 2nd Breath of the Wild illustration inspired by Studio Ghibli!

I love koroks so much. 💕

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There are three (3) Gods:

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Commission with Venthys for @bakuracult  🖤

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Emissary of the Fallen

She sat alone with her drink in a tavern at the edge of the world. Back to the wall. Eyes focused half on the lukewarm ale and half on the door. The weight of all the war bearing down upon her shoulders.

Die for your country.

Those were Zarannis’ last orders to her Farstriders, as she lay dying in a field of summer flowers. She watched as they disobeyed, screening Fury Company while they still lived, braving the blood and brine from that accursed tide-caster Ralleigh.

Die for your country damn you.

She had sneered then, as she sneered now at her drink. Remembering as Ellinia’s marines stole her body from the wreckage of fallen banners and bodies. But the remnants of the Kestrels kept disobeying- continuing their vigil over their commander until she was safely off the field.

Die like the finest of us. Vicren Springwhisper. Woods. Darsi. Why should you live when the best of us fall?

It was at that battle, where two companies of her finest Farstriders were torn asunder. Fighting to buy time for the Northern Vanguard to retreat. Encircled by the Alliance and dying to a man- except her.

‘Die for your country.’ She had ordered the last captain of the Kestrels. But he had refused. Saving her life and the lives of her comrades.

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Commission slots are open and I’m available for work! To celebrate Sketch Busts are buy-one-get-one-½-off until the 26th! Please feel free to reach out via email with any inquiries or questions!

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city of light, city of magic 

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I am Darkness Inkarnate. I will not be denied.

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★ Alolan Vulpix

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Assassin’s Creed