#commandersarah

[defira85]

You take a wrong turn after that wild party in the Undercellar and find yourself face to face with her, what are you doing?

@commander-sarahs-art just absolutely blew me away with her attention to detail for Kass and the mood and energy of the piece... woof. I've been delighted every step of the way with her work and I'm clapping like an unhinged seal at the finished piece

[thornaelle]

Aspen Shepard for @commandersarah!

[commander-sarahs-art]

We have a little kitty that i need to get to the vet for a check up and flea medicine!

Im doing a slight discount for BG3 Characters! $30 for each BG3 Character or $35 for any other character!💕

Send your requests to the form!

As always my normal commission rules apply!

Nothing too crazy for these just simple bgs, no hands, etc! Just lil portraits!💕🙏🏻

Please if you have ANY questions send me a DM or an email to

Sarahgsart@gmail.com

[queen-scribbles]

Baroness Queen Jasiri Swallowtail ---

art by @commandersarah💕💕💕

[memaidraws]

I THINK i followed you when we were in the kirkwall zine together (Varric bros for life 😌💪🏻💕), and then i got Alannah from you, cried for several days and now you cant get rid of me🥺💕

LISTEN You *can’t* have a Kirkwall zine WITHOUT Varric! DLLAK HONESTLY HAPPY TO NOT EVER GETTING RID OF U YOU’VE BLESSED MY LIFE WITH PRETTY ARTS AND PRETTY CHARACTERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[erika-xero]

Isabel, the Jedi Master for @commandersarah!

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

The Things Worth Practicing

A commission for @weird-aunt and @commandersarah, featuring their lovely OCs Flynn and Lyndsi from ME:A. Thank you for commissioning me!     

         “Wanna go on a hike?”

         Standing outside her door on the Tempest, Flynn was already dressed in what was only typical Flynn—short shorts and a muscle top, fitting to the contours of every slope and plain. Damn did he look good.

         Lyndsi decided not to give him the satisfaction of letting him know however. Not when he was already quite aware of how he looked. Not when she already knew her eyes told the whole autobiography of her attraction to Flynn Ryder. Once she would have even tried to feign disinterest.

         She’d rather be soft. She’d rather let him know. He deserved that.

         But not too much.

         “Would you like to go on a hike with me?” he asked again. “You said it yourself, there was some great trails here.”

         “You’re already dressed,” she pointed out, crossing her arms. “What if I say no?”

         “I’d convince you.”

         He winked. Suppressing a laugh, Lyndsi shut the door to her cabin. “Hey,” Flynn called from behind her door. “Bring a bathing suit. There’s a surprise at the end.”

         “Flynn,” she called back. “It’s not going to be much of a surprise if you tell me to bring my bathing suit.”

         “You could always skinny dip.”

         “You wish.”

         He chuckled as she put on her bathing suit before throwing on her hiking clothes over it and slapping her long dark hair into a ponytail. She packed her art supplies in her bag, thinking she could sketch when they stopped to break. In ten minutes she was ready.

         “Awesome,” Flynn said when she emerged. “May I escort you to the ball?”

         She snickered. “Maybe later.”

         Once they left the ship and were inside the city, Flynn lead Lyndsi toward the outskirts. There were several hiking trails available, Lyndsi letting Flynn lead her along to a more secluded pathway carved within a jungle, lush and secluded from the city.

         “I got an idea,” Flynn said with another one of his winks. “We could race. First one who has to stop loses.”

         “You’re on.”

         Their backpacks were cumbersome but they raced down the pathway, both growing more out of breath but neither wanting to stop. Lyndsi’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest and she could see Flynn’s red cheeks from the corner of her eye and still she ran, only stopping when the wicked idea made her veer toward him accidently on purpose, knocking him to the side. “I win!” She announced as he stumbled and then stopped, huffing and puffing and catching his breath.

         “Fine,” Flynn said, breathing heavily. “You win. But we both know what happened.”

         “I won is all,” she said slyly and winking, taking a page from his book. “Lucky for you, you just need to take me where you promised.”

         He grinned at her. He let her have the victory.

         They made it at last at to the top of the small cresting hill. Lyndsi heard the water as Flynn readied himself to lay on the ground and quit.

         “See?” he asked, pointing to the waterfall as they put their bags down. “I told you we just had to persevere.”

         It was a hidden oasis, a small waterfall in a thicket of lush greenery. Taking off their hiking clothes they wadded into the water. They swam and the splashed, the water azure and cool. Neither had been swimming for so long. They stayed at the shallow end first, Lyndsi eventually venturing further than Flynn. He swam to her, proudly announcing his arrival as he splashed water in direction. She called him a regular merman before wrapping her arms around him dunking him underwater, speaking their mutual love language through playfulness and a friendly duel. They spoke their love language constantly, trying to find ways to compete with one another. Sometimes they even spoke their love language behind closed doors in the bedroom, where sometimes Lyndsi let Flynn take a victory or two. Whatever victories either one had however, Lyndsi was glad he won the most important competition, the one that got them up near the waterfall feeling freer than either one had in all their lives.

         One missed competition and they were having a go at it. They were together and each other’s. One day, maybe soon, she’d admit just how glad she was that she lost that day.

         Flynn continued to swim. Splashing him one more time, Lyndsi began drying out in the sun before deciding she could do some landscape painting of the area. “I can see why you want to paint this,” Flynn said, still in the water. “It really is beautiful. It’s worth preserving. I—”

         He paused for a moment. “Wait a minute. Why do you look so sad?”

         Did she? Lyndsi shook her head, and said it was nothing.

         From the water, Flynn raised his brows. “Not nothing.”

         “Well…” When she used to paint with her mother that’s exactly what she used to say—paint memories and places that deserve to be preserved. And not just preserve how it was, but how she saw it. Her mother, and now Flynn said she had a way of seeing the good in everything deep beyond her tough exterior. With her paintings, she made her memories baubles to hang on her wall to remember. She painted her mother often, always with poppies, her favorite flower. Poppies like the tattoo on her shoulder that Flynn always liked to kiss when they were together. Sometimes she could even paint her without crying.

         “It was something my mom used to say,” Lyndsi said, taking a deep breath. A moment passed, and then another. From the water, Flynn smiled at her.

         Lyndsi smiled to herself, not realizing how long it had been since she spoke of her mother without wanting to divert the subject. “You got this,” Flynn said. “I promise.”

         She did. She sketched the waterfall with her stash of art supplies, finishing up a quick likeness of the landscape before rummaging through her pack for her paintbrushes and gauche. She had to mix the paint to get the right shade of blue, but as she looked up, trying to examine every shade of azure and cerulean in the water, Flynn caught her eye. It always struck her how he didn’t have to be Alex Ryder’s son when he was with her, how his rougher edges smoothed away. With her he was playful, carefree, younger. He was like drops of sunshine after rain, always searching for adventure. Especially with her.

         Finding him waist deep in the water however, Lyndsi found Flynn mediative and calm. His eyes were closed as he sighed to himself, enjoying the cool water and soft sound of the waterfall. He knew Lyndsi was looking. He wouldn’t have had that small knowing smile otherwise. He loved it when she looked. He loved it when she studied him, looking for an answer to a question she didn’t even know she had.

         “Hey Flynn,” Lyndsi said, flipping to a new page in her sketchbook, “would you stay there for me?”

         He smirked. “Why?”

         “No reason.”

         “Yes reason.”

         “I’ll show you soon. Just…hang on a minute, alright?”

         It wasn’t soon. She had been called a perfectionist before with landscapes and even a few other models she had portrayed, but Flynn was another matter entirely. He was tall and fit, more so lanky than bulky, wiry with blue at the ends of his blonde hair that were more electric in color than the water. She sketched him the way he was with her, cocky in stance but strong, his eyes off in the distance. This was the Flynn few were privy to. This was the Flynn she knew and loved the most.

         “Hey Lyn, can I move now?”

         She smiled, erasing one askew line of his shoulder on the drawing before loosening her pencil. “Yeah,” she called back. “Go ahead.”

         “Can I look at it?”

         She showed him when he swam back to her side, emerging and drying off. She thought he would laugh, say that due to her chosen subject, it would be impossible to make him look bad. It wouldn’t be wrong. Flynn had so many shades she could spend hours trying to decide which exact shade to portray, even when she only considered who he was when he was with her. He was ethereal, like he was the one born in the Andromeda Galaxy.

         There was no quip. In fact, he didn’t say anything. He was at a loss for words. She never thought that could happen before.

         “Are you alright?” she asked. “Oh you don’t hate it do you—"

         “It’s perfect. It…wow. I…I can’t believe it.”

         “You matter,” Lyndsi promised. “You matter to me.”

         They went back into the water. As they let the waterfall sluice over them, Lyndsi at last admitted she was glad she lost that day.

***

         They were back on the Tempest. Lyndsi sketched Flynn again. She wanted to get more of his shades. She wanted to commit every one to paper.

         He sighed, sitting on a stool in her makeshift studio. “I don’t think I can do this,” he said.

         Lyndsi’s pencil drifted across the paper. “What are you talking about? You did earlier.”

         “Yeah but now I know for sure you’re looking at me and trying to get me down on paper…”

         “You know for sure?” She laughed. “What else would I be doing looking at you with my sketchbook?”

         “Admiring me? I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. What do I do?”

         Think about something nice she instructed. “Oh!” He exclaimed after a moment thinking, settling on the stool.

         It was some time later. At last, she showed him her newest sketch of him.

         “I wish I could do you too,” he said. “You matter to me.”

         She handed him her sketchbook on a new blank page along with a pencil. “Oh, you want…Now?” he scratched behind his neck. “I’m not going to be good.”

         “It begins with practice. It’s going to take me a while to practice with you too.”

         “But it looks so good already!”

         “You can always practice. Some things are worth practicing.”

         Flynn began practicing that night. He said she made it easy to want to start. “You do too,” Lyndsi said. “You’ve made everything so easy for me.”

         They filled up more blank pages.

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

I have some of the best friends in the world! @tejaswrites knew I was feeling down and, as a surprise pick-me-up, commissioned @commandersarah to create Nehna!

Tejas, I can't thank you enough for thinking of me. You are a great friend, and I am sending all my love your way!

[slothssassin]

Catch up meme

Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to know better/catch up with.

Tagged by @scarlettkat86 and @starsandskies thank you ♥

Tagging @playstationmademe @commandershepardshtole @wolfsmist @illusivesoul @wastelandwandererstuff @rosenkow @tessa1972 @commandersarah and @obvidalous but no pressure!

Last song: Modus by Joji

Last movie: Oh good question, I rarely watch movies :D Might have been Parasite?

Currently reading: Some short stories by Sy Montgomery and a book by my favourite nature documentarian Andreas Kieling.

Currently watching: Youtube, Gronkh (German Youtuber) playing SDV and Medium. Still Bones with mum when I see her.

Currently craving: Since my ex and I broke up after almost 9 years last December I am really craving the affirmation that I won’t stay alone for the rest of my life. Not that I immediately need a partner, I just want to be sure I’ll get one again :D Also, vacation. Travel. Going to the cinema. I really miss that.

[weird-aunt]

Mass Effect Tag

With all the discourse on Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, let's spread some positive vibes by remembering what we love about the trilogy. Fill in and tag your friends. Feel free to add your own categories to this survey.

Thank you @briarfox13 for the tag!!

I have like two Mass Effect friends so I’ll go ahead and tag @commandersarah @pathfinderlittleduck @pip-n-flinx and @memaidraws

I am a fan since:  Maaayyyybe 2012??? Or possibly 2013. I know it was my first “real” boyfriend’s favorite game so he let me borrow the series in high school sometime after I got an xbox for the first time. Fun fact- my first romance was Kaidan because they shared a name and then I eventually ended up romancing Garrus on my fourth??? playthrough and then it wasn’t long after that we broke up lmao

Favourite game of the series?: 3, the score is so good, the gameplay is the best of the three IMO, it’s the culmination of everything from the past two games and I just LOVE seeing all the disparate plots and side quests all coming togetheer

MShep or FShep?: FShep

Earthborn, Colonist,or Spacer: Earthborn! Mostly because it’s the origin that ties in best with my OC Laena’s backstory tbh

Biotics or Tech: BIOTICS FUCK YEAH!! Overload is good for them marauders but no one knows how deadly Sir Isaac Newton is like a biotic

Paragon or renegade: Paragon for sure, but you know ya girl never misses that renegade interrupt to get Kai Leng

Favourite Class?: Sentinel always

Favourite Companion: gotta love Garrus, but not counting romances EDI is probably my fave

Least favourite Companion: I half want to say Ashley solely because that’s how I can justify leaving her behind every time but since I always do I honestly don’t know her enough to dislike her lol. My least favorite of the consistent companions is Liara. She’s just too much, like she’s too much either way. When she’s innocent and naive she’s a little too childlike but then when she goes all rage she has absolutely zero control she’s just exhausting honestly

My Squad Selection:

Mass Effect 1- Garrus and Kaidan or occasionally Wrex

Mass Effect 2- I feel like I mixed this one up a little bit more often (mostly because you had to take each companion on their own loyalty mission) but usually always Garrus and then Miranda was probably my most often second person

Mass Effect 3-Garrus and EDI every time

Favourite In-game Romance: Shakarian always

Other pairings I like: I’m still fond of Shenko and even though it’s not canon I gotta support Ashley x Fshep for my girl

Favourite NPC: Anderson and Dr. Chakwas, nothing can replace my love for Dr. Chakwas, but Bailey gets an honorable mention

Favourite Antagonist: Kai Leng solely because the final scene with him was just so good but I gotta say I also enjoyed Maya Brooks

Favourite Mission: Oh gosh I’m definitely a fan of Overlord, but nothing beats the absolute adrenaline rush I get every time I do the Rannoch mission in ME3

Favourite Loyalty Mission: I have a love/hate relationship with Grunt’s loyalty mission, I love killing the thresher maw but also I hate killing the thresher maw, but the one I really enjoy the most is Jack’s. I feel like a lot of people really relate to seeing Jack confront her childhood trauma and I just love seeing the unique aspects of her character through the mission

Favourite DLC: Well I can’t not say the Citadel DLC, it really is so much fun, but I also loved Overlord, partially because I’m just glad Shepard gets to shut that shit down

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I think theoretically speaking, synthesis is what my preferred ending would be, but since I can never kill Shepard I always go with destroy

Favourite Weapon: Phaeston rifle

Favourite Place: I feel like it’s a cop out to say the Normandy, but there’s no place like home you know

A quote I like: The one that always makes me giggle? “Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space!" but in a more serious theme “Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters” I always play a paragon Shep but damn that line is raw

[the-upper-shelf]

tarot commission for @weird-aunt-writing , characters belong to them and @commandersarah , thank you again for commissioning me! :D

[forever-and-almost-always]

I was tagged by @bwaldorf, thanks lovely <3

rules: answer 17 questions and tag 21 blogs

nickname: Ken (by family), Velma (by my friend Samantha)

star sign: Cancer

height: 5′6

last film i watched: Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers 

favourite musician: Too many to count, but I’ll pick one and say Alice Cooper

song stuck in my head: None at the moment, surprisingly 

other blogs: @queenmegara (myth blog), @queenbdavis (oc blog), @nadiasatrinavas (arcana oc blog)

do i get asks: On occasion. My ask box currently has several old asks that I really need to get around to answering (all but one of them are yours, ramasha, sorry)

blogs following: 144

what am i wearing: A blue velma t-shirt that says “jinkies” + blue jeans 

dream job: College professor in Religious Studies and/or Ancient History 

dream trip: London (again), New York (again), and Italy

play any instruments?: I can sing, if that counts 

languages: English, and (hopefully) Hebrew after next year 

favourite food: I don’t really have one, but I’m partial to pub food 

favourite song: I have a whole playlist of songs that are my favorites, but one that’s especially close to my heart is “Brown Eyed Girl” by Van Morrison. My dad would play it when I was a little kid and he called me his "brown-eyed girl" (my eyes are hazel, so this was the closest I could get to having my eye color in a song)

random fact: I had epilepsy from ages 3-6, and have been free of them for sixteen years this year.

tagging: @penumbvra, @weird-aunt-writing, @commandersarah, @bellkaties, @lokiofasgcrd, @thiccthorr, @horowitzwinona, @silmarlis, @maggiemurdock, @incendiios, @zenik, @forvalkyrie, @miacorvere, @lucifer-chloe, @whvtry, @krem-aclassis, @snowhites, @andromedes, @helleneoftroy, @owldearest

[thornaelle]

Cleo Drake for @commandersarah!

[commander-sarahs-art]

Hi friends!! I am moving across the country in two months!! And i could really use some help!🥺💕🙏🏻

So i have opened a bust commission tier on my Ko-Fi!

You can get a bust of any character your heart could possibly desire every month if you so choose!💕 Or you could donate if you want to but hey why pass up art!

But seriously anything helps and i am just so grateful😭💕🙏🏻 Boosting would also be super great because you know how tumblr is with links😭💕

[queen-scribbles]

A floofy Vikkari appears, drawn by the incomparable @commandersarah! My angel boy looks so gooooood, ty Sarah 😘

[memaidraws]

Some commissions I finished recently for @seascrapes @thesungazer @commandersarah @weird-aunt and more!