#i love them all so much ahh

[lavendel081]

Seberis Commissions and Gifts I got!

1.@/ryooshi (tumblr and twitter) 2.@PresageFlower18 (twitter) 3. @languidnimbus (twitter) 4. @negot0 (tumblr and twitter) 5. @uoxou_1613 (twitter) 6. @yideliaa(twitter)

[donaviolet]

Saimatsu Week Day 1 - Chapter 1

@saimatsu-week thank you so much for hosting this lovely idea!!

These two are everything to me <333

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 12] -> favorite location(s)-> The Tarloft

[potatobugz]

i finally watched lmk season four!!! i havent drawn these characters in forever

[bixels]

What did/do you like about Pharah?

Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.

Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).

But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.

There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.

Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.

[i-mode]

so i watched infinity train

[thedeadthree]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ➸ irulanne . the rook .

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 . 𝐄𝐋𝐅 . 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

-`. template by @kanos . coloring . icons .

✧ ― 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ask to be added or removed or interact 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!!):

@pavus, @wlwaerith, @shadowsofrose, @grapecaseschoices, @nokstella

@queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @carrionsflower, @leviiackrman, @griffin-wood

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[seagull-scribbles]

I want you to tell ‘em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like sore middle fingers

[Continuation of this]

[powderflower]

(a commission for @unseenbox <3)

[lieutenantselnia]

POV: He's holding your hand💕

[razables]

YAYYY!

[thevikingwoman]

Meryta, busy in the midst of trying to help her friends get back from the First, takes a time to visit her lover Tansui. Unfortunately she finds him sick - but she doesn't mind taking care of him a bit. While there, she has time for reflection and maybe a few realizations.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 2542 | Read on Ao3

I was recently out of commission with a very annoying cold, so of course I kept myself going dreaming up a sweet sickfic-trope scenario. I hope you enjoy some fluff!

Meryta Khatin x Tansui | Early shb patches | romance Rating: Teen. Fluff, romance, sickfic, food as a love language, feelings, swearing, black magic headcanons, minor black mage jobquest spoilers

Homesick

“You may want to skip out right away,” Rasho says. He’s sitting alone at his usual table, Tansui nowhere in sight.

Meryta lifts her eyebrows, and he explains: “Tansui’s sick in bed.”

“Should I worry? Can I help?”

“Nothing serious - a cold or something. But a sick pirate is a sorry sight if there was one.”

Worried despite Rasho’s reassurances, she finds Tansui’s dwelling. Maybe she can do something, and besides that, she did come to visit him in the short time that she has. She doesn’t bother knocking, gently pushing the door open. It’s dark inside, his curtains drawn and just a small oil lamp casting a dim light across the room.

“Meryta?”

Tansui sits half up in his bed, covered in a twisted blanket, his hair messy. “Is that you or a fever dream?”

He coughs, rough and loud, covering his mouth with a cloth and collapsing on himself.

“Tansui – I’m here, I – how are you?”

She rushes over, her hand brushing against his face. He does feel hot to touch, his brow sticky. The stale air doesn’t help either.

“Not worth much to see me such, sick as a dog. Good to see you well, though –” He coughs a little again, his voice strained, and falls silent.

“Shhh - spare your voice.” He opens his mouth as to protest, but she continues, no wish to hear that rattling cough again. It sounds painful. “And no matter, it’s always worth it to see you, Tansui.”

She tucks a bit of his hair away from his forehead, and he smiles carefully as he looks up at her. He looks awful, really, his lips dry and eyes unfocused.

Meryta gets up and opens the window in the kitchen – fresh, cool air will be nice. There’s a pitcher of water, and she pours a glass for him. He drinks all of it carefully, and she gets another.

“Are you hungry?”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not sure my healing can do much for a cold – but let me try.”

Day or night, the stars and the gates of the heavens are always present and heed her call. Her aether swirls through her, out of her, and over and into Tansui. She tries to find if she can heal or bring relief anywhere, anyhow, but she’s not a chirurgeon. Her healing is meant to close wounds and provide succor in battle, not cure the sick.

“Feels nice enough,” he says – but she’s not really doing anything. She shakes her head and withdraws her hands and her aether. He still feels hot, his skin sticky.

“Are you hot?”

He nods. “Yes. I felt cold earlier, but its too hot in here.” He kicks at the blankets.  She sorts them, but puts them back over his legs.

“You have a fever. You shouldn’t get too cold.”

He makes a noise of displeasure, and sticks his feet out from the blanket. Fine. There’s a bucket of water with a rag by the bed – someone else left it, and she dips and wrings the cloth. The water is tepid, almost warm, but she still wipes the sweat from his brow.

“Meryta,” he says, and kicks at the blankets, twisting them again. “So pretty.”

“You should rest, Tansui.”

“Too fucking hot.”

The tepid water is not helping, if only it was cold, or – perhaps she could create some ice? She frowns. The truth is, she doesn’t have that kind of control, her black magic large and destructive. It’s a nice thought, to freeze a bit of water, but she’s just as likely to have a hunk of ice take out the side of the building.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, and kisses his hair.

Meryta grabs an empty bucket and fills it with fresh water from the well. Then she walks off, out of the settlement and around the stone that supports Heaven on High, into the narrow piece of land between the rocks. The ground is sandy, coarse stubborn grass growing where nothing else will.

She places the bucket and stands back. She’s come a long way recently, the black magic proving a great outlet when she feels restless about her aether, worrying it will overwhelm her. But she’s not a technician, and she rolls her eyes thinking of Zhai'a’s admonishments. She does need to control it better, but it’s good enough for battle.

She blasts the bucket, the air freezing, and a block of ice forming around it, then shattering. The grass is covered in frost and ice shards. Not an indoors endeavor. But the bucket is full of ice, and with her goal accomplished, she heads back to Tansui.

He’s still awake when she returns, smiling and then coughing as she enters the room. The ice is easily cut into chunks – her control with the katana is no issue and the blade is sharp and pure. She dumps pieces of ice in the warm water and dips the rag in it. Much better.

“Mmm, nice,” Tansui whispers when she brushes it across his brow. She seats herself next to him. He has closed his eyes now, and she hopes it’s in relief. He sighs when she brushes the rag across his shoulders and his chest.

“That’s why you came, to put your hands on my chest,” he mumbles.

She can’t help but grin.

“A little lower, please.”

She drags the cool water across the top of his abdomen, careful not to make the whole bed wet. Tansui cracks an eye open.

“You could go lower still.”

She starts, and he winks at her.

“Ass!”

“Pirate.”

“You need to rest,” she says firmly, smiling broadly. It would not be useful to give in to his antics, but it’s good to hear them.

“This is helping?”

“S’feel good, yes.”

She returns to her task, and cools his brow again. Tansui’s head falls forward, and he sighs again when she runs the cloth along his nape, lifting his messy hair out of the way.  His braid is one big tangle from sleeping on it, probably tossing and turning.

“Scoot a little forward,” she says, kissing his shoulder. “Let me fix your hair.”

He makes a noise that she supposes is assent, and moves himself a little forward so she can sit behind him. She starts, gently undoing his braid and the tangles with her hands. His hair is soft, the purple and black strands parting for her with a little patience. She likes, loves, that he takes the time to dye it, the flash of brightness suits him, for all the Confederacy’s practicality. She runs her fingers through it one more time.

“Do you want me to rebraid it? Or leave it loose?”

She prefers to have her hair loose when sleeping, but she knows he sometimes keeps it braided and she doesn’t know if it’s laziness or preference.

“I like your hands it in, Meryta.”

She’s more than happy to oblige. He should really rest, though, his shoulders slumped as he sits. She scoots herself further back, and leans against the wall.

“Lay down,” she says, hands gently pulling his shoulders, maneuvering them both until his head is in her lap. She resumes running her hands through his hair and across his scalp. “Rest.”

He closes his eyes and makes himself comfortable. Then opens his eyes again, looking up at her.

“How are you, Meryta? Are you here long? Tell me.”

“I can’t stay long, I’m afraid.” She tries to make time, after everything, but once again things start to seem urgent. “We’re looking for a way to get everyone back home. Their bodies and souls being apart is taking its toll. I worry – we’re working on it. We will find a solution, to carry their souls and minds across the void. But it has been a long time, especially for Thancred. I think he’s worse off than he lets on.” At least others share her concern. “It’s not my area of expertise, but I can help with the practical stuff.” Fetching things and people and fighting what she can.

“Mmm. You’ll all find a way. I’m sure of it. Problem solvers the lot of you.” Tansui has closed his eyes again. “And creators of them. What else. There’s always something else.”

She doesn’t admonish him on account of being sick, but he’s also right.

“Ryne – I did tell you about Ryne, did I not? She’s found something, in the empty place flooded by light. She’s going to try and fix things.” She explains, about the Empty and Eden and Ryne’s plans, and the change of aethereal balance they’ve set in motion. There’s a lot to tell and explain, her hands slowly caressing Tansui as she speaks. Her tail winds itself across his chest, she can’t help it. He catches it lazily, his hand holding it close.

She’s so proud of Ryne. The drive of her, to figure out who she is, and to fight for her world on her own premise. Not just fight for it, but change it. Create something, something big. If she can truly transform the landscape – and she will – it’s incredible.

Pulling herself back to the story, Meryta looks down on Tansui, who’s seems asleep now. Without rush or interruption, she really looks at him, and all the ways he is handsome to her. His skin tanned from the sun and sea,. the crow’s feet around his eyes His distinctive nose. His beard, scruffy and dark and a bit novel still. Of course she’s seen lots of people of many races with beards by now, but no au ra has them, prominent scales adorning the jaws on some people instead. Whichever you see in childhood still sticks with you. Same with his ears, soft and round. She holds herself back from tracing his ears and jaw, in case she wakes him, but she loves it. His features are interesting and wonderful and somehow now, familiar too. She doesn’t mind sitting here, while he sleeps; while he gets better.

Is this what love feels like?

She frowns. No use to think of now. Tansui is fast asleep, breathing steadily. She does not want to wake him, so she keeps petting his hair and closes her own eyes. Her thoughts turn back to Ryne.

Ryne’s a better hero than she can ever be, the force of her growing and healing her world. Meryta herself, she’s better at changing things through fighting. For all she’s done, the big things were not her actions. Aymeric is the one ended the Dragonsong war, his political influence and boldness bringing change. Hien and Lyse freed their countries, brought them out from under the grasp of Garlemald, their people following them. She’s a pointy tool, but when the fighting is over, other people are the true heroes. People like Ryne. Meryta is happy enough to fix both a sword and a plough, to make a pretty necklace or dig an irrigation ditch. She likes being a fixer too, but it’s in the small, mundane and physical ways.

She should check on the enclave soon, see how the rice fields are doing; the school too. And Charlemand’s infirmary. Good people, whom she can help in her own small ways. Her thoughts wander – to her friends back at the First, to her friends here she has missed. Back to Tansui, snoring slightly with a firm grip on her tail.

-

The next thing she notices is the sun filling the room. It’s morning, and she must have drifted off last night, trying not to disturb him. There’s a slight cramp in her shoulder from siting and sleeping, but it’s not too bad. She tries to move it, shuffle around without waking Tansui. She doesn’t succeed. He cracks his eyes open – at least they look more focused today. She rests her hand against his brow, and he feels less warm to touch too. His fever seem to have broken.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Morning.” He frowns. “Did you sit there all night?”

“I didn’t want to wake you. And I fell asleep.”

“Oh.” His cheeks color and she worries momentarily if he’s feeling feverish again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better, I think. Hungry.”

“I’ll cook you something.”

“No need, I’ll just – “

“Please, Tansui, I need to leave soon, but I can do this. You should still rest.”

She wriggles out away from him, and he sighs and shuffles in the bed to sit up.

“I’m not that infirm.”

She ignores him and starts in the kitchen. Rummaging around, she finds some cooked rice and eggs, and it’s fast enough to fry them up for a meal. Tansui hasn’t left the bed, sitting against the wall in it with his eyes closed. Still tired, no matter his protests. She crushes a bit of dried seaweed over the dish. Something simple should do.

Tansui accepts the dish, and she sits on the chair next to his bed to eat her own plate. While he is absorbed by the food, she can’t help but look at him, carefully from beneath her lashes. There’s something unhurried and undefined, eating breakfast together messily like this. She’s happy to see his appetite, and to make him food. She wants to share this with him, whether he’s sick or well.

“Thank you. He looks up from his plate, and then down again. “I’m sorry. I should have cooked, or –”

“You’re not well. And I’m happy to cook for you.”

“And it was good, but you’re – in my house and it’s… well.” He hesitates and shrugs.

“Well, it’s only fair. It’s not as if I have a home to invite you to.”

As she says it she wonders; where does she feel at home? Maybe she should find a more permanent place – once everyone is back. Somewhere she can invite Tansui. It’s an appealing thought, but fleeting for now.

She finishes her own plate, and cleans them both. Simple moments for the two of them. Her heart pounds in her chest. But for now, she has more duties, and friends to help. She can’t bring herself to leave quite yet, though, and finds something else to clean, her eyes drifting to Tansui ever so often.

“You don’t have to stick around, Meryta. I’m not much company.”

“It’s alright – I’m glad to see you – “

He reaches for her, and she sits at the edge of his bed, her hand in his. Easy.

“I do appreciate your care, looking like shite as I do, but I know your time is short. Better be back when I’m well again. Besides – loath as I am to admit it, I should rest more.”

“Promise me you’ll do so?”

“Aye.”

 She squeezes his hand, and they both smile, the moment between them suspended in time, filled with unspoken words.

It breaks when Tansui coughs, curling forward and letting go of her.

“Go save your friends.” He waves her off.

“Get well, Tansui. I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes. You will.” He smirks confidently at her, haggard as he looks. Then he leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. Her heart skips and heat flushes through her. She hopes she hasn’t caught his illness.

“Stay safe.”

 His words float after her as she slips out the door.

[dailyrioranger]

DAY 186 :

^^^ the background was supposed to be transparent but it's white .. now .. for some reason ... whatver ..

ANYWAY DTIYS RESULTS! im sorry for the wait, i was planning something way cooler for this but for reasons i couldnt, and i didnt want to keep you waiting any longer.. THIS WILL BE A LONG POST SO results under the cut !

FIRST OFF: i decided to change the prizes a little because i want to doodle something for everyone who participated... !!! So yeah!! also! you can see each one's pieces by clicking on the usernames written in orange <- like that

with no more to say, THE LONG AWAITED RESULTS ARE HERE!!!

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3rd PLACE GOES TO....!!!:

@evanescencefan101 & @averagecatdoodlesenjoyer !!!!!!

I could not choose just one.... i love these so much...

EVANESCENCEFAN101 i love your colors . i love the purple shading it looks SO GREAT and the epic face . Bye bye rio ... his expressions looks great too THIS IS JUST PERFECT I THINK thank you so much ...

AVERAGECATDOODLESENJOYER this left me SPEECHLESS i looove these paper cutout stuff so much. what are they called do they have a name . i love it so much ALSO THE EFFECTS it makes it look so cool... really cant put into words how much i love this

PRIZES:

TWO DOODLES OF ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

ONE RANGER DOODLE REQUEST ^-^

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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2nd PLACE GOES TO!!!:

@asoingbob !!!!!!

ASOINGBOB like you said, your style is very different and i think thats SO cool... this is impressive honestly, i love your shading and the expression looks very good. VERY well done ... love to see my piece adaptated in such a different artstyle I LOVE THIS... thank you so much!!!!!! also the clothes are very well drawn too. and i love the background wuaauuhhh....

PRIZES:

ONE HALF BODY DRAWING OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE !!!

A DOODLE OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE !!! (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

ONE RANGER DOODLE !!!!! YEAY :)

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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NOW.... LAST BUT NOT LEAST....

@corvidcrowned !!!!!!! 🎉

CORVIDCROWNED throws confetti at you . your piece is just. WOW. WOOAH. it was one of the first submissions too... i'm amazed by your ability of drawing such cool stuff in such a short period of time !!! ALSO JUST. amazed by this piece in general... your rendering is so good... his expression too.. SO GREAT... i am a big fan of when people draw yttd dolls to look like theyre actually dolls i love the joints (<- is that what theyre called? like. the knees and elbows) and the wires this is amazing... THE LIGHTING.. he is the spotlight, it's like he's in a theatrical play... AND IM PRETTY SURE IVE SAID THAT BEFORE... when reblogging but... thats okay. ALSO HIS EYES ARE GLOWING ouhhgh i really cant express how much i love this ... this is so fucking cool thank you...

PRIZES:

A FULL DRAWING OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE!!!!

TWO DOODLES OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE!! (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

A RIO DOODLE REQUEST :3

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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HONORABLE MENTIONS!!!!!:

EVERYONE ELSE!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Choosing the winners was a really hard decision to make... all of the pieces are so good... I felt bad not making something for some people so i decided to make a doodle for everyone who participated :] I'm so happy so many cool drawings were originated because of a drawing i made thank you...

if you participated in the DTIYS, send me a message telling me what you would like me to doodle for you!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

[disposal-blueeee]

no bg ver because i once AGAIN added too many details and thet got lost with everything else

[m0e-ru]

(watched visualive again voice) they should be friends

[sysig]

Do I know you? Do I know you? Do I know you? (Patreon)