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Commissions are closed! Thank you all so much for the love 💕

Folks currently in my queue I will be updating you directly by end of the weekend, but I’ll also be posting daily updates for what I’m working on via my Trello!

Doing a lil v-day sale! Want to focus on shippy art to continue to build out that portfolio! 🖤💖

Offering for my tumblr fam only 25$ smooch sketches! Full color sketches, but will likely be shoulder/waist up and I might be a bit experimental with coloring! (Look to recent OC sketches for ideas).

FinchMarie-studio.com has a contact form, feel free to DM, email FinchMarie@PM.me or use discord @ FinchMarie

[finchmarie]

Doing a lil v-day sale! Want to focus on shippy art to continue to build out that portfolio! 🖤💖

Offering for my tumblr fam only 25$ smooch sketches! Full color sketches, but will likely be shoulder/waist up and I might be a bit experimental with coloring! (Look to recent OC sketches for ideas).

FinchMarie-studio.com has a contact form, feel free to DM, email FinchMarie@PM.me or use discord @ FinchMarie

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So pleased with this piece 🖤 Thank you again for commissioning me, can't wait for the rest!!

First comm of the batch by the amazing @finchmarie and of course it's Charley and Thane! Thank you so much, Finch, you've captured them perfectly <3

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Two days left to squeeze in then I’m closing my commissions until I clear my queue!✨🖤 thank you to everyone who has already reached out ilu 🖤

Doing a lil v-day sale! Want to focus on shippy art to continue to build out that portfolio! 🖤💖

Offering for my tumblr fam only 25$ smooch sketches! Full color sketches, but will likely be shoulder/waist up and I might be a bit experimental with coloring! (Look to recent OC sketches for ideas).

FinchMarie-studio.com has a contact form, feel free to DM, email FinchMarie@PM.me or use discord @ FinchMarie

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Will I be late to my own funeral? Maybe. Anyways. OCSmooch # One featuring one of my very favorite Sheps on this hellsite @dadpilled 's Sacha Shepard (they/them) and my Peregrine Shepard (she/her). 🖤🖤

[finchmarie]

Doing a lil v-day sale! Want to focus on shippy art to continue to build out that portfolio! 🖤💖

Offering for my tumblr fam only 25$ smooch sketches! Full color sketches, but will likely be shoulder/waist up and I might be a bit experimental with coloring! (Look to recent OC sketches for ideas).

FinchMarie-studio.com has a contact form, feel free to DM, email FinchMarie@PM.me or use discord @ FinchMarie

[finchmarie]

Now that I'm fully back from work, I can share that I participated in the inaugural Valentines day BG3 exchange run by the ever lovely @commander-krios

Be sure to check out all the incredible work on AO3: Here.

I was gifted a piece from the insanely talented @eluvisen that made me actually shriek, of Aska and her Wizard.

Go admire it: here!!

I did a piece for @aevallare that is far too spicy for Tumblr's delicate sensibilities of her Tav, Auri and Astarion based on a very very good spicy and sweet scene from her BG3 long fic 🖤

You can see the full piece here!! (CW oral sex)

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First round of smooch sketch commissions done for @starlightchaser Featuring their Rook & Elgar'nan and their Inquisitor & Dorian 🖤💖🖤

These are so very fun cause they're quick (for me at least, ha), loose and I get to push paint around and I very much enjoy that process.

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Finished smooch sketch for @daisywalletchains The lovely Mór Cousland & her smol murder boyfriend. 🖤🖤🖤

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Finished smooch sketch for @daisywalletchains The lovely Mór Cousland & her smol murder boyfriend. 🖤🖤🖤

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Just FYI comms sale ends at the end of February after which I’ll be closing comms for at least a month to play catch up. If I have talked to you about comms this month you’re in the queue so you’re all good there!

Business trip is absolutely draining my social battery but art is still in progress! Will get updates out by Friday at the latest.

[finchmarie]

Just FYI comms sale ends at the end of February after which I’ll be closing comms for at least a month to play catch up. If I have talked to you about comms this month you’re in the queue so you’re all good there!

Business trip is absolutely draining my social battery but art is still in progress! Will get updates out by Friday at the latest.

[finchmarie]

Exquisite

OC Kiss #3 ended up spicy. My drow Tav, Alyril'fryn, enjoys some down time with @finchmarie's Aska. Enjoy, my friend <3 I had so much fun with this one!

Content Warning: Sexual Content

A warm body shifted beside her, arm draping across her middle, hand dangling only mere centimeters from Alyril’fryn’s skin. She tried to ignore the intense desire to feel those fingers inside her again, reminding herself there was so little time before she had to leave… to report back her findings about the urn that the Zhentarim had found on their last job. The history, and price, of what they’d scored only brought to light thanks to the necromancer she’d visited for an appraisal.

But she didn’t want to leave the comfort and safety of Aska’s bed.

The necromancer muttered something in her sleep, snuggling close enough that her naked breasts pressed against Ryn’s arm. She hesitated, stilling as silence enveloped them once again, the only sounds the hushed breathing of Aska in her ear. She might get used to this, this intimacy, this feeling of contentment and warmth, and godsdammit, hope… but things were never going to be that simple for someone like her.

“You’re thinking too much.”

The voice was rough from sleep, mixing with Aska’s usual quiet way of speaking, and it sent shivers through her, every place where the necromancer’s skin touched hers tingling with something akin to magic.

“Can you read minds now?”

Aska laughed, a breathless giggle that left her dizzy with want. She knew what other sounds those lips made, and she wanted to hear them all. “If you’re not dead, you have nothing to worry about.”

Alyril’fryn turned on her side, dark vision making it easy to see the outline of Aska’s cheek, the dark tattoo curling up from her neck to the curve of her jaw, the ebony lips smirking at her. Ryn reached out to brush a lock of grey hair behind a pointed ear, fingers trailing down her neck until they rested against her pulse point. “I’m not dead yet.”

Aska closed her eyes, turning her head so that her cheek brushed against Ryn’s palm. “Yes. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

A question lingered as she fell silent: how long will you be here for?  Alyril’fryn wasn’t sure of the answer, didn’t want to ponder it when the woman she cared for lay beside her, their legs entangled beneath the blankets. Instead of dwelling on the painful thought, Ryn shifted closer, her own breasts brushing tantalizingly against Aska’s skin as she ensnared the necromancer’s lips in a kiss. 

Her tongue darted out, slipping between painted lips, and Ryn swallowed the gasp that escaped Aska’s mouth. It was intoxicating, the taste of her, the heat of her body, the shivers that ran through them both as Ryn’s hand traveled south, fingers skimming scars as she followed the curve of Aska’s body to where her hips met her thighs. A moan started deep in her throat and Alyril’fryn kissed her harder, taking everything she’d give before they parted.

Tickling the skin of her belly, Ryn smirked as Aska’s thighs parted, allowing her access to other places she liked to touch… to taste. Her fingers greedily trailed further, brushing through dark curls as it searched for her clit. At the first flick, Aska’s back arched, fingers curling painfully into Alyril’fryn shoulders, nails biting into the soft flesh there. If she drew blood, Ryn didn’t care, not when she squirmed so beautifully beneath her touch. She was exquisite, the shadows of the night obscuring the darkest parts of them both, leaving them exposed in ways they wouldn’t - couldn't - be in the daylight.

All that existed in Aska’s bed was the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other. 

When morning finally dawned, things would be different. 

But each gasp of breath, each guttural moan, and the feel of slick between Aska’s legs as she worked her over the edge was only a bright spot in a life full of violence.

She’d make excellent use of whatever bright moment she could.

“Ryn… please.”

The plea was beautiful as it tumbled from her lips, her breaths coming quicker. Aska stared at her with half lidded eyes, a gorgeous mess as she lost all control of herself. As she rode her through the waves of her orgasm, Alyril’fryn memorized every sigh and twitch, seared every single moan into her mind for later. 

Aska’s fingers carded through her hair, a half smirk on her face. “You never fail to leave an impression, love.”

Ryn leaned closer, nuzzling her neck before pressing a soft kiss against her skin, getting a sigh in response. Time may be short, but she was in Aska’s arms and for now, it was enough.

[finchmarie]

First round of smooch sketch commissions done for @starlightchaser Featuring their Rook & Elgar'nan and their Inquisitor & Dorian 🖤💖🖤

These are so very fun cause they're quick (for me at least, ha), loose and I get to push paint around and I very much enjoy that process.

[finchmarie]

Exquisite

OC Kiss #3 ended up spicy. My drow Tav, Alyril'fryn, enjoys some down time with @finchmarie's Aska. Enjoy, my friend <3 I had so much fun with this one!

Content Warning: Sexual Content

A warm body shifted beside her, arm draping across her middle, hand dangling only mere centimeters from Alyril’fryn’s skin. She tried to ignore the intense desire to feel those fingers inside her again, reminding herself there was so little time before she had to leave… to report back her findings about the urn that the Zhentarim had found on their last job. The history, and price, of what they’d scored only brought to light thanks to the necromancer she’d visited for an appraisal.

But she didn’t want to leave the comfort and safety of Aska’s bed.

The necromancer muttered something in her sleep, snuggling close enough that her naked breasts pressed against Ryn’s arm. She hesitated, stilling as silence enveloped them once again, the only sounds the hushed breathing of Aska in her ear. She might get used to this, this intimacy, this feeling of contentment and warmth, and godsdammit, hope… but things were never going to be that simple for someone like her.

“You’re thinking too much.”

The voice was rough from sleep, mixing with Aska’s usual quiet way of speaking, and it sent shivers through her, every place where the necromancer’s skin touched hers tingling with something akin to magic.

“Can you read minds now?”

Aska laughed, a breathless giggle that left her dizzy with want. She knew what other sounds those lips made, and she wanted to hear them all. “If you’re not dead, you have nothing to worry about.”

Alyril’fryn turned on her side, dark vision making it easy to see the outline of Aska’s cheek, the dark tattoo curling up from her neck to the curve of her jaw, the ebony lips smirking at her. Ryn reached out to brush a lock of grey hair behind a pointed ear, fingers trailing down her neck until they rested against her pulse point. “I’m not dead yet.”

Aska closed her eyes, turning her head so that her cheek brushed against Ryn’s palm. “Yes. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

A question lingered as she fell silent: how long will you be here for?  Alyril’fryn wasn’t sure of the answer, didn’t want to ponder it when the woman she cared for lay beside her, their legs entangled beneath the blankets. Instead of dwelling on the painful thought, Ryn shifted closer, her own breasts brushing tantalizingly against Aska’s skin as she ensnared the necromancer’s lips in a kiss. 

Her tongue darted out, slipping between painted lips, and Ryn swallowed the gasp that escaped Aska’s mouth. It was intoxicating, the taste of her, the heat of her body, the shivers that ran through them both as Ryn’s hand traveled south, fingers skimming scars as she followed the curve of Aska’s body to where her hips met her thighs. A moan started deep in her throat and Alyril’fryn kissed her harder, taking everything she’d give before they parted.

Tickling the skin of her belly, Ryn smirked as Aska’s thighs parted, allowing her access to other places she liked to touch… to taste. Her fingers greedily trailed further, brushing through dark curls as it searched for her clit. At the first flick, Aska’s back arched, fingers curling painfully into Alyril’fryn shoulders, nails biting into the soft flesh there. If she drew blood, Ryn didn’t care, not when she squirmed so beautifully beneath her touch. She was exquisite, the shadows of the night obscuring the darkest parts of them both, leaving them exposed in ways they wouldn’t - couldn't - be in the daylight.

All that existed in Aska’s bed was the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other. 

When morning finally dawned, things would be different. 

But each gasp of breath, each guttural moan, and the feel of slick between Aska’s legs as she worked her over the edge was only a bright spot in a life full of violence.

She’d make excellent use of whatever bright moment she could.

“Ryn… please.”

The plea was beautiful as it tumbled from her lips, her breaths coming quicker. Aska stared at her with half lidded eyes, a gorgeous mess as she lost all control of herself. As she rode her through the waves of her orgasm, Alyril’fryn memorized every sigh and twitch, seared every single moan into her mind for later. 

Aska’s fingers carded through her hair, a half smirk on her face. “You never fail to leave an impression, love.”

Ryn leaned closer, nuzzling her neck before pressing a soft kiss against her skin, getting a sigh in response. Time may be short, but she was in Aska’s arms and for now, it was enough.

[finchmarie]

Got the first of my comms from @finchmarie for a Veilguard Pavellan smooch and please look at them 🥺 my beloveds are so cute

[finchmarie]

Exquisite

OC Kiss #3 ended up spicy. My drow Tav, Alyril'fryn, enjoys some down time with @finchmarie's Aska. Enjoy, my friend <3 I had so much fun with this one!

Content Warning: Sexual Content

A warm body shifted beside her, arm draping across her middle, hand dangling only mere centimeters from Alyril’fryn’s skin. She tried to ignore the intense desire to feel those fingers inside her again, reminding herself there was so little time before she had to leave… to report back her findings about the urn that the Zhentarim had found on their last job. The history, and price, of what they’d scored only brought to light thanks to the necromancer she’d visited for an appraisal.

But she didn’t want to leave the comfort and safety of Aska’s bed.

The necromancer muttered something in her sleep, snuggling close enough that her naked breasts pressed against Ryn’s arm. She hesitated, stilling as silence enveloped them once again, the only sounds the hushed breathing of Aska in her ear. She might get used to this, this intimacy, this feeling of contentment and warmth, and godsdammit, hope… but things were never going to be that simple for someone like her.

“You’re thinking too much.”

The voice was rough from sleep, mixing with Aska’s usual quiet way of speaking, and it sent shivers through her, every place where the necromancer’s skin touched hers tingling with something akin to magic.

“Can you read minds now?”

Aska laughed, a breathless giggle that left her dizzy with want. She knew what other sounds those lips made, and she wanted to hear them all. “If you’re not dead, you have nothing to worry about.”

Alyril’fryn turned on her side, dark vision making it easy to see the outline of Aska’s cheek, the dark tattoo curling up from her neck to the curve of her jaw, the ebony lips smirking at her. Ryn reached out to brush a lock of grey hair behind a pointed ear, fingers trailing down her neck until they rested against her pulse point. “I’m not dead yet.”

Aska closed her eyes, turning her head so that her cheek brushed against Ryn’s palm. “Yes. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

A question lingered as she fell silent: how long will you be here for?  Alyril’fryn wasn’t sure of the answer, didn’t want to ponder it when the woman she cared for lay beside her, their legs entangled beneath the blankets. Instead of dwelling on the painful thought, Ryn shifted closer, her own breasts brushing tantalizingly against Aska’s skin as she ensnared the necromancer’s lips in a kiss. 

Her tongue darted out, slipping between painted lips, and Ryn swallowed the gasp that escaped Aska’s mouth. It was intoxicating, the taste of her, the heat of her body, the shivers that ran through them both as Ryn’s hand traveled south, fingers skimming scars as she followed the curve of Aska’s body to where her hips met her thighs. A moan started deep in her throat and Alyril’fryn kissed her harder, taking everything she’d give before they parted.

Tickling the skin of her belly, Ryn smirked as Aska’s thighs parted, allowing her access to other places she liked to touch… to taste. Her fingers greedily trailed further, brushing through dark curls as it searched for her clit. At the first flick, Aska’s back arched, fingers curling painfully into Alyril’fryn shoulders, nails biting into the soft flesh there. If she drew blood, Ryn didn’t care, not when she squirmed so beautifully beneath her touch. She was exquisite, the shadows of the night obscuring the darkest parts of them both, leaving them exposed in ways they wouldn’t - couldn't - be in the daylight.

All that existed in Aska’s bed was the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other. 

When morning finally dawned, things would be different. 

But each gasp of breath, each guttural moan, and the feel of slick between Aska’s legs as she worked her over the edge was only a bright spot in a life full of violence.

She’d make excellent use of whatever bright moment she could.

“Ryn… please.”

The plea was beautiful as it tumbled from her lips, her breaths coming quicker. Aska stared at her with half lidded eyes, a gorgeous mess as she lost all control of herself. As she rode her through the waves of her orgasm, Alyril’fryn memorized every sigh and twitch, seared every single moan into her mind for later. 

Aska’s fingers carded through her hair, a half smirk on her face. “You never fail to leave an impression, love.”

Ryn leaned closer, nuzzling her neck before pressing a soft kiss against her skin, getting a sigh in response. Time may be short, but she was in Aska’s arms and for now, it was enough.