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retquits · 4 months ago
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a quick sam sketch for the wonderful person who sent me a k☌fi !!! đŸ„ș
he's thinkin up song lyrics đŸŽ¶
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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 10 months ago
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@saltedcaramelchaos đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
MY GOSHDARNED HEARTTTTT THIS IS SO SWEET AND KIND <333
@monthly-challenge 2024 | “first kiss” (but make it platonic)
Hi yes I’m posting another fic no I don’t know how. Enjoying it though. Artham Wingfeather my beloved.
read on A03
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When Esben bursts through the doors, Artham shoots to his feet and expects the worst. He’d been daring to hope for hours now, keeping a sturdy faith in the Maker’s goodness, and that hope hadn’t once vanished or lessened—even after the sun set and the stars came alive, long after the moon made its journey across the midnight sky, and all the way up to the gentle but brilliant sunrise. He hadn’t lost his hope. He hadn’t lost his faith. 
But now, all the hope and faith in the world evaporates like water, leaving Artham with a sick, sinking hole splitting his chest apart. Something went wrong. Something went so terribly wrong. One of them didn’t make it. None of them made it. No one could help. No one could do anything. It’s all over now. No more can be done. 
Something went wrong.
Esben spins around, searching wildly. His eyes catch Artham’s and then he stills. His hair is greasy and tangled. There’s tear tracks on his face. 
Artham’s breath stops in his throat.
And then Esben laughs—or cries or sobs or shouts, or maybe all of them at once. And Artham’s breath returns; the sinking hole in his chest begins to mend itself. It’s okay.
“How are things?” He asks, which seems far too refined a question to ask in a situation like this, but it’s all Artham can think to say—and he wants to know. 
“Great! Perfect, just brilliant!” Esben laughs (it’s clearly a laugh this time) and gleefully runs his fingers through his hair. “Nia’s- she’s as bright and beautiful as ever, even- oh Artham, you should’ve seen her. As surely as I stand today, there’s never been a braver woman in all of Anniera—no, in all the world! She’s just- oh, I don’t know. I don’t know how she managed to do that. I could never, certainly
 oh, surely not.”
He shakes his head, a somewhat horrified look coming upon his face, before he looks up, brightening. His eyes are shining like the sea. “It’s a girl.”
And then Artham does what he should have done the moment Esben opened those doors: he races forward, quick as the wind, and pulls his brother to himself, one hand on the back of his head. Esben cries, returning the embrace with shaking arms. 
Artham holds on tighter. 
He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, hugging in the middle of a hallway. It could’ve been decades or millennia and Artham would have never pulled away. 
But then Esben is bouncing, unfurling his arms from his brother and taking a step back. His eyes are bright like sunlight despite the bags underneath. He looks free. “What are we doing, all the way out here? Come on, you have to meet her! Just think Artham, you have a niece now!” He grins. “How cool is that?”
Artham opens and closes his mouth. Oh. A
 a niece. Him. He has a niece now. Oh. 
Esben chuckles. “You’re speechless. Y’know, I can always count on having a kid to shut your mouth for a few blessed minutes.” He winks, clearly joking, but Artham barely hears the words.
I have a niece. She’s a girl. I’m an uncle to a girl.
“I-”
“Come on!” Esben hurries forward, taking Artham’s hand like a child and rushing through the doors and into the bedroom. Artham blinks, following blindly. 
The lights are low, a quiet and steady dimness that feels comforting. The midwives must have left by this point, because all that remains is Nia, sitting against a tower of pillows in bed. She’s holding something small close to her chest. 
Artham gasps. His feet stumble. 
Nia looks up; she looks tired, with hair sticking to her face and dark spots under her eyes and lines on her forehead, but Esben was right: she’s as bright and beautiful as ever. There’s a glow that seems to radiate from her whole being, happiness and relief and gratitude all rolled into one. She smiles. “Hello, Artham.”
“Congratulations, my lady,” Artham stutters, because that’s the sort of thing he ought to say to someone who just gave birth. Right? He said it for Janner and Kalmar, didn’t he?
Nia dips her head in thanks, and Artham’s nerves are somewhat eased. That’s the sort of thing he ought to say, then. 
“Come on!” Esben urges, dragging Artham forward a few steps. “You have to see her!”
Artham realizes that he and Esben had walked in holding hands, and Nia had said nothing about it. She had only smiled. 
Somehow, Artham’s love for his sister-in-law grows. 
Esben leads him all the way to the edge of the bed, where he stops and grins so wide it seems his mouth will jump right off his face. Artham stands there dumbly. 
“Do you see her?” Esben asks dreamily. “Do you see how perfect she is?”
Artham leans forward slightly, eyes wide as he searches for the tiny thing. Nia smiles and gently tilts the bundle in her arms towards-
“Oh,” Artham breathes. “Oh.”
Because in Nia’s arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, is a baby; an unbelievably small, amazingly delicate baby. 
Artham leans even closer, watching the baby’s nose gently flare with silent breaths. Her eyes are shut, her skin is pink, and Artham thinks she may be the most perfect thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 
“She’s beautiful,” He murmurs, and Nia beams. 
“Do you want to hold her?”
Artham tears his gaze away from the baby, eyes wide. “Excuse me?”
“Our child.” Nia tilts her head meaningfully. “Would you like to hold her?”
“I-” Artham looks to his brother, feeling oddly helpless. 
Esben grins, nodding eagerly. “Hold her. Hold your niece and say hello.”
Artham shuts his mouth, then opens it, then nods. 
There’s no need to ask for instruction on how to properly hold the newborn; Artham learned from Janner and Kalmar, and he doesn’t think he could ever forget the feel of an impossibly tiny human resting in his arms, or the immense responsibility it carries—the knowledge that you are the keeper of a helpless human being, all that stands between them and death. It’s a wonderful and terrifying feeling. 
Nia carefully moves the baby, a motion so smooth that the infant doesn’t stir. In seconds, the baby has passed from her mother’s chest to her uncle’s hands. Artham doesn’t dare look away from her.
She really is small. Smaller than her brothers when they were born.
A flutter of worry erupts in the Throne Warden’s chest. “Is she healthy?”
“Healthy as can be,” Esben answers, placing a cheerful hand over Artham’s shoulder. “We thought she was small as well. But, the midwives assured us that her size isn’t dangerous, and she’s been content as a thwap in a totato patch so far.”
“But we’re keeping a close eye on her,” Nia adds. “Just in case.”
“Just in case,” Esben echoes, quieter. 
Artham swallows. The baby doesn’t even stretch from his hand to his elbow. She is so, unfathomably small. 
She makes an equally small noise, and Artham’s eyes go wide as a (somehow smaller) hand reaches out of the blanket, plaintively waving. 
“It’s alright,” Artham soothes, voice soft like the blanket the newborn rests in. Using the hand that isn’t currently occupied, he holds out his index finger to her. 
She grabs it. Like instinct. 
Just like that, her noises cease, and she relaxes amidst the blanket. Artham suddenly finds that he is unable to move. 
She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. She looks like the Maker painted each and every detail with the softest paintbrush and the calmest colors. She looks like tiny blue waves lapping at a sandy shore, sea-birds gliding and chirping nearby. She looks like the music notes for the most stunning piece of music. 
She looks like a song.
Artham breathes out (though he isn’t sure how) and he thinks he smiles and he knows he cries, because how? How does one experience pure beauty like this, and live unmoved by it? It’s impossible, he believes. It’s impossible. 
The baby opens her eyes for a brief moment, blinking and yawning. They are brilliant. If true could be a color, that would be hers.
Artham pulls the baby closer, gazing deep into her face and attempting to memorize every shape of it, and every line. Every single detail. 
She’s still gripping his index finger with a gentleness he doesn’t think he could ever deserve. He wants to sob. If he did that, though, then he would probably drop her.Â ï»żï»ż
Instead, he dips his head forward and presses his lips to her forehead, wondering at how new the skin feels. She has not yet been weathered and beaten by storms and sun. Artham finds himself grieving the day she will lose this newness, this softness, this remarkable state of being that’s unique to newborns.Â ï»żï»ż
He lingers there. He doesn’t know for how long. She is so perfect.
It is in this moment that Artham Wingfeather’s heart shifts, allowing room for someone else to make a home there; a small space, filled with ocean waves and flapping birds and singing. A space for this innocent child that he holds in his arms. A space he will fight to the death for. He will die before this space becomes empty and overgrown, he decides.Â ï»żï»ż
ïżœïżœAs long as I live, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Artham promises, pulling away and staring into her sleeping face. “I promise. I promise by the Maker’s good hand, young
”
He pauses, and a realization strikes him. He looks up—perhaps for the first time in a very long while—and looks to the parents’ faces, which are both glowing and wet. 
“What’s her name?” He asks.Â ï»żï»ż
Esben looks at Nia, and Nia looks at Esben. “We don’t know yet,” He says slowly. 
Nia smiles. “It will come as the Maker wills it. For now, I am content to call her mine—call her ours.â€Â ï»żï»ż
Artham looks back to the newborn, taking her in once more; her nose, her ears, her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, her meager supply of hair. His heart begins to warm like a fire in a hearth. “Leeli.â€Â ï»żï»ż
The room quiets.Â ï»żï»ż
“What?” Nia asks softly.Â ï»żï»ż
“Leeli.” Artham smiles, and the fire inside his chest burns brighter. “Leeli Wingfeather. Her name.â€Â ï»żï»ż
He swallows, looking up before looking back down. “Leeli.â€Â ï»żï»ż
“Leeli,” Nia repeats, soft like the beginning of a song.Â ï»żï»ż
Esben looks from brother to wife, then back again. “Where’s that name from, Artham?”
Artham thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure. It just
 sounded like her.â€Â ï»żï»ż
“Leeli,” The High King murmurs. He sounds thoughtful.Â ï»żï»ż
The room is quiet. Then: 
“I think it’s lovely.” Nia’s voice is strong through the dimness, and Artham wonders if she has a fire in her chest as well. “Leeli, Song Maiden of Anniera.”
“Leeli Wingfeather.” Esben smiles, nodding his head and shaking water droplets to the floor. “That’s perfect.â€Â ï»żï»ż
Artham turns back to the child in his arms, and he feels an odd respect for her, despite her unassuming size. She is the Song Maiden—something the kingdom has not had in many long years. Artham instantly knows that she will fill the land with music, and it will be the most beautiful music anyone has ever heard.Â ï»żï»ż
He smiles once more, watching her sleep peacefully in his arms. “Hello, Leeli Wingfeather. We’ve been waiting for you a long, long time.â€Â ï»żï»ż
He smiles wider. “I can’t wait for you to learn to sing.”
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wheatcak3 · 1 month ago
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imagine the Shepherdess but bards uwu✹✹
also click for better quality đŸ„ș
timelapse below!
(i remembered part of the way in but 90% of it is recorded LMAO)
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raeb33s · 1 year ago
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Me, before playing bg3: I don't know if I'm gonna like that Astarion guy, he seems like a pompous prick
Astarion:
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Me now:
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emmavakarian-theirin · 12 days ago
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FELLOW BLACKWALL ROMANCERS, I BRING YOU FOOD
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u3pxx · 6 months ago
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Den... đŸ„ș first off, I adore your parent designs so much, they're all so so good and the Phoenix ones are just such a delightful little family and I love them
...having said that. How do you think Mama Elle would react to Phoenix coming home with frosted tips
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[wright parents] the conversation was prompted bc elle had been staring very judgementally (but not saying anything) since phoenix got home
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gotchibam · 1 year ago
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Skorupi, Nymble, and Spinarak ko-fi doodle for salmonandsoup!
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teddybeartoji · 5 months ago
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husband toji kissing ur awake because he wants ur first thoughts every morning to be him !!!
đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șSOBBBING WAILING CRYINGG THIS IS SO SWEET LUNNIE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKK he definitely takes his time to admire you just a bit before placing the first kiss:(((( u just look so prettyy wahhhhh and ooooohhhh the first one is the softest one too... right on your lips but it's so light bc he's scared to wake you just yet but he. Needed to do it okay
and then he's kind of nosing against your cheek a little while pressing himself closer to you, his hands are slipping under your shirt because he craves the skin to skin contact so fucking bad. he cracks a sleepy smile when you move around a little under him ur just so fucking cute!!!!!!! your eyebrows furrow and you pout in your sleep when he pulls away to look at youđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș and then he just goes full in. he can't help it!!!!!!!! he's kissing your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and right under your eyes and the bridge of your nose and your jaw and your chin and that gets you squirming a little more. he gives you a warm hum as he waits for you to come to him. he wants to see you already. he wants to look at you. he wants your full attention.
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satorisoup · 3 months ago
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itoshi rin doodle spread !! đŸ„  @megutime
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mblue-art · 1 month ago
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You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.
I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3
awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333
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belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)
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marshmallowgoop · 8 months ago
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no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)
#detective conan#case closed#amv#my amvs#eye strain#heiji hattori#harley hartwell#conan edogawa#shinichi kudo#funimation english dub script#video#happy two-year anniversary to 'no thoughts just heiji hattori'!#while it's not my first amv (it's maybe my... fifth?)#it was the first one i made with davinci resolve and the amv that really got me into editing amvs for real#it's the amv that made me believe i could make amvs đŸ„ș#and in remastering it i deeply understood how ambitious it was! i thought i did a lot of audio mixing for 'messed up'#but that's not even close to all the audio mixing i did here--cannot believe that i did all this for my first big amv project#it took about 20 hours *just* to remaster!#which is something i've been meaning to do for a while now so i'm very happy to finally share the results!#to make this a 'remaster' and not a 'redo' the only changes i tried to make were to the source footage and audio#video now uses almost entirely hd remastered footage from my blu-rays or netflix rather than my dvds#but oh gosh was it *hard* not to touch anything else! i'd do so many things differently now#but this video will always be really special to me (and i can't believe i did it at all tbh!)#i hope seeing it in hd is fun too! i'm so blown away by all the love this vid's gotten#and that it helped increase interest in funi's old english dub is amazing and 100% what i was trying to do with it!#thank you everyone for all the support <333 i wouldn't be the video editor i am today without this vid or your encouragement for it <3333#like the original the sources used are mostly from what funi dubbed (but mixed in hd by me!): eps 48-49 57-58 77-78 117 and 118 and movie 3#but i also used episodes 141-142 174 189 239 263 277 291 293 345 479 491 517 and 522#and ova 3 and tv special 6 (episode one) and movies 10 and 13 and ops 27 31 and 33 and the funi 5.2 dvd blooper for the one line lol#the song is 'you're stupid aren't you' by toshio masuda (from jubei-chan 2)
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mercymaker · 8 months ago
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𝐘𝐹𝐼 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞 đ©đ«đžđœđąđšđźđŹ, đąđŠđ©đšđŹđŹđąđ›đ„đž 𝐩𝐹𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐹𝐟 đœđšđŠđŸđšđ«đ­.
This beautiful art of Maleane & Astarion was made by the wonderfully talented @tadpole-apocalypse thank you so much!!! They're open to commissions, so check them out!
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jkvjimin · 5 months ago
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he makes everything better â™ĄïžŽ
+bonus (mimi's beak):
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lee-minhoe · 11 months ago
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tanktop lino for @skzfaker 💞🎁
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teenagenutant · 2 years ago
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been working on more of the boys- here's some of the raph fusion concepts!!
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retquits · 6 months ago
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the way you drew Hayden slightly more thick I love that and the way you drew him is amazing af
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hayden's a bigger gent!!! this is a hill i will die on!!!
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