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BONUS DOODLES! The night Henry discovers Antonius is Pious after weeks of slowly growing close to one another. Pious is oblivious to Henry's realisation and falls asleep, Henry on the other hand is heartbroken + sad headpats.

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Baiken [Guilty Gear]

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I’m sitting in our home office as I’m actually “working”- and my husband @turnbaseddave has said he’s gonna try to make me some new fancy egg recipe. He comes in minutes later, as a joke, with a bowl full of microwaved scrambled eggs.

I, horrified, stared at it and could not disguise my distaste. He knows I hate microwaved eggs.

Dave: “Hahaha just kidding, yours is still being made.”

Me: “Oh thank goodness! Because I love you… but… no.”

Dave, clutching pearls: “No?! Fine! You can’t have any of my leathery eggs!”

Me- dying- because leathery eggs just sounds like another euphemism for balls.

What a way to start my Tuesday.

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WIP Wednesday

Hiiiiiiii thank you to *takes a deep breath* @nyx-de-riva @flowersforthemachines @himluv @pixiedurango @basedonconjecture @seaglassmelody @mythals-whore @cocoboots @gingervitus @bubblecat-co for the tags! I feel loved today ahaha

Okay so I have managed to write a little bit of three wips and have no fucks left to give this week soooooo

I'm a Midnight Rider:

Ceren had learned him well by now, and he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

The words were stuck in his throat. For a moment, Ceren tilting his head with concern. So Davrin finally told him.

“I need more Ceren. This isn’t…it’s not enough any more. I love you.”

Ceren stared at him, eyes widening, then he turned away and shook his head.

“Davrin we can’t. You know that. Don’t ruin a good thing.”

It hurt. Damned if it didn’t hurt. His heart ached.

“Why am I not enough? Why isn’t this enough?”

The Last Train to Nowhere:

She climbed onto the wooden platform and her brace caught and she tripped straight into a pair of solid arms.

“Careful hermosa, it would be a shame to see one such as you get hurt.”

Rook looked into his face and one blue eye gleamed back from a handsome face, though he had a fresh bruise over the other and it had swollen shut. Her skin flushed even worse and she pulled away hastily. She’d gotten used to her injury. She had. That didn’t make it easier at times like this.

“Ah…thank you.” She forced a smile on her face. “Seems like you could use some protection yourself.”

His smile was too wide, edging into something more dangerous. “Don’t worry about me��?’

“Ah, Rook.” She offered her hand.  

He took it, folding her hand into both of his. “A pleasure. Call me Illario if you wish. You’re new in town no? I would have remembered the likes of you.”

“Is it that obvious?” Rook laughed and pulled away again.

Something was off about him. That false smile was a brittle as ice, and his fine clothes had seen better days. But he kept up his easy tone.

“I know what that’s like. Me and my cousin.” He said the word cousin like it tasted foul. “We came here from Antiva with our grandmother.”

Ilario’s eyes drifted off on to the horizon then he turned back to her with a practiced wink.

“Ah! But enough about me! Watch yourself Rook.”

She frowned, wondering what else she might find in this strange town in the middle of nowhere, and walked through the swinging doors.

Untitled Princess Carolyn Project:

The sky was filled with ash, the stagnant wind carrying that rotten smell of death Davrin had come to know like an old friend. The sunset was bloody and brilliant, indifferent to the dead beneath it. His muscles ached after a long day of fighting followed by trying to find the injured and the lost. He was covered in filth and sweat and blood, his hair thick with it as he moved in out of the infirmary tents.  All these years of fighting, and he’d never grown used to the sound.

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Thank you for the shoutout! I’m fairly new to the scene and it’s been overly meeting you and happy to lend my skill from time to time.

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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update

Apologies for the lack of art peeps. I'll be drawing more DA art soon enough. But first, here's a little sample WIP that I'm working on

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Here comes your next fix of Emmrook✨

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@thedissonantverses - @serensama let slip to one of our mutual friends that you were working on a cowboy Davrin fic and she joked that I was going to do art for it. Jokes on her! Ha! I totally showed her 🤣 Tagging @mythals-whore @deardream99 I think you both liked Davrin a little.

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Apologies for the lack of art peeps. I'll be drawing more DA art soon enough. But first, here's a little sample WIP that I'm working on

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Writing Challenge Weekend

Thank you @thedissonantverses for always being such a dang peach! This was just what I needed to detox from my last piece and get me ready for the next!!!

I chose the following prompt for a quick write about the darling Bellara Lutara ❤️

"But with all my education I can't seem to command it."

A picture of Lil Bell for effect, thanks @turnbaseddave

(I wrote this on my phone and I did not review anything, no edits, we die like men)

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A loud crash caught Rook off guard, with only a couple of them left at the Lighthouse, she hadn’t expected for there to be such a commotion without Taash running around after Assan, or Emmrich chasing after Manfred who had learned how to summon actual fire. Lucanis had gone ahead of her to get his apartment ready for them to move into and Neve had been called back to Minrathous by the Threads for an urgent matter. The regular sounds of life around the Lighthouse had diminished into silence almost overnight. Rook ran out to the courtyard to investigate the noise, reminding herself that the gods were gone and that they weren’t under attack. She hoped.

A wave of relief washed over her when she saw it had been Bellara clamouring about, only to be replaced by a sense of dread when she realised it was Bellara clamouring about. She was by no means shy or meek, especially around their team, but she was never one to throw her belongings out of her door and into the yard in a fit of anger- the caretaker diligently retrieving any items that fell off the ledge.

Rook dodged a tome about astral projection or projecting atoms or something- the title flashed by her eyes too quickly- and dashed into Bellara’s room, hoping to escape a concussion from her unintentional aerial assault. The girl had wicked aim even when she wasn’t aiming. Rook called out to her but she was too far gone, screaming and crying in such rapid broken Elvhen and Common, it was hard for her to keep up with what she was saying.

“BELLARA!” Rook screamed, startling the her into stopping. “Bell! What is… who… are you okay?!”

Bellara stood in the centre of her room, panting heavily and her shoulders hunched forward. She sniffed and wiped the tears that marred her face on the back of her glove, succumbing to more as the silence dragged on.

“Bellara, take your time. Tell me what’s wrong, you know I’m here to help you.”

The veil jumper made a sound at the back of her throat and nodded sadly, doing her best to smile reassuringly to her friend, the thin watery offering looking more like a wince than anything close to being ‘okay’, let alone ‘happy’.

“I’m.. I’m fine, Rook. Thanks.”

Rook sighed softly and sat on Bellara’s green chaise until her friend was ready to talk. She looked around her normally well organised room and found it littered with loose papers, random tools and pieces of half finished artifacts she had been working on. Whatever was happening to her, it was serious. Bellara never let two active projects too close to each other in case their parts were accidentally interchanged, she would never allow such a breach in her own protocols unless she was going through something earth shattering.

“Is… is it about Cyrian?”

Bellara shook her head and sniffed again, trying to stabilise her hiccups. “No, it’s fine Rook. You have so much on your plate as it is, the last thing you need to do is-“

“-The last thing I need to do, is be a bad friend after all we’ve been through. Talk to me Bell. Big. Small. Normal. Weird. I’m here for it all,” she grinned, hoping to brighten up her spirits.

“It’s… you see the thing is… and then I… the real issue here is… oooooh, I can’t even get my thoughts right to tell you!” she groaned, crumpling her shirt collar in frustration. “Okay. It’s fine. Breathe, Bellara. Breathe.”

Rook smiled at her kindly and continued to wait. She knew that Bellara would be able to tell her what bothered her if given enough time and patience.

Bellara paced the room for a few minutes, her body slowly releasing the tension held in her muscles as she allowed herself the grace to find her words. She pushed away her journal and other notes from her desk and perched herself on it, her leg bouncing upon her stool unconsciously.

“I’ve thought about it. Over and over. Did my due diligence and wrote down what I observed. I tried to pick it apart and put it back together, a hundred, no- a thousand ways! I even asked the Nadas Dirthalen and it wasn’t able to help. It’s just another problem that I can’t work out!” she cried, her eyes welling up with tears as her nose started to redden. If she weren’t in such distress, Rook would have squealed at how adorable her friend was. "I’ve disciplined myself. Put limitations on what I could and could not do to see if I could change it, then I stopped that to see if it made any difference- but nothing Rook! No changes! No understanding! I’ve done everything I could viably do, but it still won’t listen to me!”

“What? The Nadas Dirthalen?” Rook asked, confused as she thought she had the archive spirit figured out for the most part, even if it was a sassy little shit half the time.

Bellara frowned and waved her hand. “No, not that. This is much worse. I even asked Emmrich and Neve what to do but they said it was up to me to work it out, but I can’t Rook! That’s the problem! I’m tearing my hair out trying to figure it out so I can handle this on my own, but I can’t! I’ve read everything I could get my hands on, spoken to experts and in my desperation, I prayed for anyone to grant me the knowledge I needed. But with all my education I can't seem to command it."

Rook stared at her friend, completely lost.

“Uh… sure. But um- handle what? Command what, exactly?”

Bellara’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she realised that she hadn’t actually explained it properly. She cleared her throat and felt her face flush from her embarrassment, she had been talking a mile a minute again.

“Right. Right. I uh… my heart.”

Rook blinked and paused for a minute, to ensure she heard correctly. Her- heart? Did Bellara have a crush on someone?!

“Ooh! Don’t look at me like that!” Bellara whined, reddening further, playing with the hem of her skirt to avoid looking at Rook. “I just… I can’t help it. I didn’t mean to feel this way-”

“We rarely do, Bell.”

“And I don’t want to cause trouble or make things difficult-”

“Bell, you never do that-”

“I just know that he plans to go travelling and do some really amazing things, but I can’t go just yet, Strife would kill me, and it would be selfish for me to say anything to him and burden him with my feelings and force him to stay if he feels the same - that will mean his dreams will be on hold, Rook, that’s not fair!- but if he doesn’t feel similarly and nothing is going to come about anyways then is there any point in me discussing this with him and-”

“Wa-hey! Slow down there Bellara! Remember. Breathe.”

“Right. Breathe. Gotcha. I can do that. That I can command. Breathing. That’s what I’m doing. Breathing. Cool.”

Rook shook her head in disbelief at the flustered elf, always everyone’s biggest cheerleader when it came to their love lives but oh so anxious when it came to her own. “Bell. Do you… do you like, Davrin?”

She wrung her hands together, jingling the cuff on her wrist. “No! No, of course not! Don’t be ridiculous, it would be preposterous for me to like him. He’s so calm, assured, confident, kind and wonderful. He’s always able to talk me down and listen to me, even when others have long stopped listening to me. Even if he doesn’t always understand what I’m talking about or agree or get as excited as me- he’s always there and listening and being more amazing than I deserve. So no? No. I don’t like him. Wait. No. I do like him. Just not like like him.”

A large grin spread across Rook’s face as she looked upon her friend, understanding dawning on her even as the other elf fidgeted nervously under her gaze.

“Yeah, totally. You don’t like him. Or even like like him. Bellara, you’re in love with him.”

Bellara let out a yelp before hiding her face within her hands, feet stamping on the stool with frustration at herself. She peered out from between her fingers, clear cognac eyes saying everything she needed to say to Rook, without uttering a word.

“Bell, you are wonderful and you need to tell him and give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s your friend first- remember? He will never think your feelings are a burden, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.”

Bellara nodded, knowing that she was probably right. The math was always in Rook’s favour when it came to understanding their little rag tag team. She had been right about her and Cyrian, after all.

“I’m right here for you Bell, always. And Neve will be back by dinner and between us three, we will have you ready to confess to our resident warden in no time! But I need to know… when did you start feeling this way?”

A soft giggle escaped Bellara’s lips as she bounced on the spot, her quill rolling off the table from the abrupt movement. “Okay- so you know how we’ve been going to Arlathan a lot since the gryphons found their home with Uncle Eldrin? Well, we got to talking and…”

Rook watched on as her friend excitedly spoke, the kind elf flushing and biting her lip whenever her giddiness overflowed. She chuckled, shaking her head at her sweet cluelessness. Her heart never had to be commanded, it just wanted to be listened to, and it would be able to speak freely, always knowing the right words.

Just like Bellara. Luckily for her, Davrin was an excellent listener.

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DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) | lucanis dellamorte [5/∞]

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

My digital art WIP of Lucanis. Ref screenshot from @emmavakarian-theirin

@mythals-whore and @biowaredisasterbisexual both tagged me in WIP Wednesday, and @bygonesigh and @mageofquandrix encouraged me to post a WIP of the art I was working on. Tagging @hyperions-light @thedissonantverses @dymme @basedonconjecture

“There’s a case on the table,” he said. “Open it.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, and I walked to the other side of the room and unclipped the fastenings on the understated leather case. It was heavy, and large, taking up nearly a quarter of the worktable on its own. I was unsurprised when I levered it open to find two long rows of forged steel blades, of various types and lengths. It was a nice gesture, letting me at the weapons first.

I raised my eyebrows at him over the edge of the case. “You’re trying extra hard to come across as nonthreatening this morning. Do you think I don’t know how many throwing knives you’re carrying?”

“Do you always needle people when you feel threatened?” Luca asked, a note of unbothered curiosity in his voice. “And no, I think you’re guessing.”

Well, he was right about the knives. The count was at least three, though, and probably tipped with something that made them resistant to magic.

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Valentine's Date 🌹 --- These are the spot art illustrations I did for Wingsyouburn's adorable fic about a date at the Golden Saucer Arcade! This story and artwork were featured in our AerTi/Zakkura charity Fanzine last year!

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aerti foreverrrr

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“𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴…”🌸🍃

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ive been playing too much ff7r lately!!!!!!!!!!!!!