#precious art gifts💚

[bunbunny02]

Omg-

This is so cute!!💚💚💚

@bunbunny02 merry christmas :D

[clearwillow]

Happy birthday @brain-rot-hour, you absolute delight of a precious human being! 💚 I know you've been having a rough go of it and I wish I could give you a hug, but I'm on the opposite side of the country and my arms are short... I can offer a gift of spicy art though!

And it uh...is so spicy I had to draw clothes as a censor, but it's on AO3!

I really hope you have a great day and enjoy yourself, because it is long overdue for you to have some fun 💚

[cyazule]

Aahh! I recently received this amazing Luca gift trade from the incredibly kindhearted @beksboys!!! 💌💜💚✨️

I'm in love! Beks' breathtaking art brought to life in such high-quality merch is truly magical! They're all so beautiful in person! 😭💓💞

Here are some close-up photos, but my camera does not do them justice!

The pins look elegant with the glistening gold metal lining! And the sparkling glitter makes the rose pins look exquisite! ✨️

The subtle holographic hearts add such a cute charm to the badges! I think they complement the gentleness of Luca and Alberto's forehead kisses 🥺💗

Beks' sticker designs are way too cute! 💫 I especially love the sticker sheets on the right! Just look at those fish boys swimming so adorably! 🥰

I'm really grateful that Beks sent two of them! Now I can use one for my water bottle and keep the other nice and pristine!

Luca and Alberto embracing each other! 💕 The acrylic charms have a stunning rainbow effect that seems to glow in the light! I have them hanging in my room, and when the light hits them... Bellissimo! 🤌🌈

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I'm so thankful to Beks for gifting me her wonderful Luca goods!! I've been looking forward to buying them from her store, so it feels surreal to hold them now!

I'm super happy and proud to add them to my Luca collection! They've become some of my most precious treasures! 💝💖💘

[marukuroshima]

NEW UT:AU MAIL!

I got a heart shaped button Pin of Error and Ink (limited edition for Valentine’s Day), although I’m not a Errorink shipper (I love them as besties/found family tbh), the art was too cute and precious to resist ! And it doesn’t feel TOO romantic to me so I’ll just interpret it as platonic.

And look at it ! It has little holographic hearts on it, isn’t it just adorable ? ❤️

It completes my little bag! All of the button pins come from the same shop ! (The Red x Classic one was a gift from them!)

Troublemaker is at the center because he’s my superstar⭐️💚💛

I also got a cute sketch on their card! Another one for my silly little collection ! I kept all of them ! (I also left their business card on the picture, in case you’re looking for UT:AU merch ! They ship worldwide !)

They also make awesome keychains! I also got a bunch of them ! I got two of my boy, and one of them was a gift, while the first one was a commission! They’re just so sweet and invested artists ❤️

Note : I am not trying to advertise their shop or anything like that : I am just genuinely happy of my orders ! And I don’t know much shops that make UT:AU stuff and ship worldwide, so I share my experience in case you want cool UT:AU merch wherever you are ! They also make merch of other fandoms btw ! You can find them on Etsy, their shop is named « AruemeShop »

And if you know a cool shop that sells UT:AU stuff and ships worldwide, please let me know ! I would be more than happy to make my little collection bigger when I can afford it !

OH ! And look at this wonderful piece of my collection made by my cousin, @raymp4x ! It was a gift from her and I love it so much ! ❤️

Don’t hesitate to check her profile if you like UT:AU stuff ! She has wonderful OCs and makes awesome fanarts !

ANYWAY THAT WAS JUST ME RAMBLING ABOUT STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY, BYE EVERYONE !! And have a wonderful day/night ! ❤️

[psychrodraws]

💖💚Happy Valentine's Day!!💚💖 Marina's gotten her three most precious treasures the best gift she could think of- Applin from her own Dipplin! Although... I think only one of them understands the meaning.

Yeah I'm not gonna lie this one kicked my ass. I'm so so happy with it- the coloring, the line art, shading and texturing, I really put my all into it. Don't look at the backgrounds they're totally not traced from in game screenshots bc I couldn't figure out the perspective ahahaha. The colored line art was a total spur of the moment thing but I think it really elevates the whole piece- plus it was super fun!

Despite the fact I'm super happy with this, and that it shows how far I've developed my skills and style, I'm probably gonna slow down drawing for the rest of the month. I'm just super exhausted, so I'll do the bare minimum to not completely lose my skills. Hope you guys like those silly meme sketches I make.

Also, like. I love Pokemon. I really do. But Oh My God I'm gonna burn myself out on it. I gotta find something new to fixate on, not sorry.

If you've read this far, erm, reblogs appreciated? I worked real hard on this one, after all!

Love you all btw, have an amazing Valentine's Day!!! 💚

[j-restlessgeek]

I am still in disbelief, its so unreal but it happened.

Me and @smimon who is not only an insanely talented artist, but also one of the most sweet, kindest and loviest people i ever got to be friends with and the fact that i can call you my friend is amazing 💛💛💛💛💛💛, did something :3.

So we made an gift exchange and the freaking scream i let out when both of our gifts arrived at each other. @smimon put so much work, love and detail into mine, so let me show you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹.

A selfmade card 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹, of our beautiful beautiful absolutely amazing the most sparklative out there, pink bolero beloved 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 worn by Jere 🥹🥹🥹🥹💚💚💚💚💚💚. He is so pretty and detailed, the hair is so nice and pretty, the words on the inside are so lovely.

Stickers!!!! The duck is the house. @smimon I freaking love your stickers, frank is still living and vibing on my bottle (made it waterproof with tape :3) These are so precious 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.

Look at this!!! Freaking look at this, @smimon made me a freaking kitty zine (i cried so hard 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭) look at them all, they are so freaking cute, adorable. I freaking love your art style. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. Jure is the best kitty!!!, so cute and lovely. I love judgy kris kitty. 💛💛💛💛 Nace is so sweet and adorable. Jan knows he looks great and sure gives great hugs, he should give Nace one or two or three never let him go. Puppy Kitty Bojan is amazing 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. Jure on his drum kit 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Now the grand finale:

You are seeing right, its häärijä 🥹🥹🥹💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.

Look at him look at him. @smimon made a key buddy häärijä 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. Handmade with love 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. There is a stronger piece in the string for durability. Made with so much thought and love 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. I am in love with this small guy. So cute and lovely. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 You can remove the jacket 😭😭😭😭.

United :3. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Thank you so much @smimon i had so much fun doing this, I am absolutely stunned and so happy that we did this. 💛💛💛💛💛💛

I cant await to hunt häärijä in vantaa with you 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 and give you a real hug (full body tackle)

[rayroseu]

Oh my!! I am late (like the dragon fairy.............).........

But Happy Birthday Lian!!

Joyeux anniversaire!!!!

Take care of yourself hope you had a great day and a good year to come!!

Enjoy a mini chibi Malleus for you!! See you!!!

🥹🥹💞💞💓💞💞💖💞💖💖 @k-looking-glass-house K!!!! I AM JUMPING WITH JOY AND BEEN OVER THE MOON SINCE IVE SEEN THIS OMGGGG🫶🏻🫶🏻💞💓💖💓💖💓💖 MALLEUS ALWAYS LOOKS SO CUTE IN YOUR ART IMMMMM MY LIFESPAN JUST INCREASED BY A CENTURY SEEING THAT ENTHUSIASTIC SMILE🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

HE IS SO PRECIOUS AND SURROUNDED BY SUCH SHINY PRESENTS AND FLOWERS ‼️‼️✨✨✨💞💞 THE DEAREST DRAGON EVER, I'LL TREASURE HIM FOREVER 🫶🏻🫶🏻💞🫶🏻💞💞🫶🏻🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for the cute malleus gift, k💖💓💖💓 best birthday gift✨✨✨💚💜💚��

As per Malleus' teachings, every gift must be gifted back 🥰🥰💞💖💞💖💞 here's K with beloved champagne for you~~ i love her designs when her hair is curly long like shining candy ✨💞✨💞✨

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! , if it is not a bother I was wondering if I could request number 9?

I’m mixed but am white (Italian, German, African American, Scottish). I currently reside in California but I moved around a lot in childhood from Maine to Massachusetts. I am neurodivergent with recognized depression, and anxiety. I play guitar, listen to music, doodle occasionally, play video games, write, study herbology, and love to engage in theoretical discussions about science and/or spirituality. My favorite colors are forest green, black and ice blue. I love all music except for trucks and drugs country music. I’m especially fond of Blondie, Hozier, The Buzzcocks, The Toy Dolls, No Doubt, Colter Wall, and 1950’s crooners. I love action films and noir films (James Stewart, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra..) I enjoy learning about history and where traditions come from, as well as herbology, and quantum mechanics. I love reading comics. I also enjoy watching Rick and Morty, South Park, and The Simpsons. I have both ear lobes pierced but rarely wear earrings, I also have my cartilage pierced. I want to get a tattoo of a horse for someone who was close to me, and a tattoo of Yellowstone National Park because my father would take me nearly every summer when I was a teenager. I am a natural brunette and tend to dye my hair whatever color I feel like, currently it’s “Starry Night.” A blueish black with highlights as it fades out. I have hazel brown eyes (they change color if the light hits them right and makes them a pretty ember.) I have a marking nearish my left kidney from a kidney stone procedure.

I apologize if I added too much, or if it is too much.

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ah i hope this wasn't too obvious of a pick but i truly think this is so right! and don't be sorry, this was perfect 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so first of all, the three states you've mentioned are all ones, for the most part, that i (as a non-american) associate with nature, especially maine and california for the forests and trees. so you have a connection with plant life

depression and anxiety, i feel ya on that one, and i think ivy would too? she takes on quite a burden and deals with it in a solitary fashion. i think he worries and fears stem from the world being cruel and unforgiving, mostly humanity, and that's true of a lot of people with anxiety or depression

your creative energy is so obvious, and i think that's something ivy would appreciate. gentle music, beautiful art, anything you could gift to her that came from your soul and was made organically. given that she's definitely the kind of girl who sends immense amounts of flowers for every gift, all grown by her of course, it makes sense that she'd love to receive a "home-grown" gift in return

pam is a scientist, and she's deeply spiritual at least in the sense that she's open to feeling nature and healing powers, so she'd be up for a debate on the subject, or even just long nights discussing it with you in depth, especially if you both agree or can offer some information or insights the other hasn't ever considered before

your favourite colours remind me of those precious dark sky spots within deep forests, where nature is untouched and you can see the stars clearly because there's very little civilisation around you. a perfect spot for spending time with pam, and the fact that your hair matches that is so neat!!

the crooners and the noir films are giving off so much romance and lovey-dovey vibes and i can't think of anyone more deserving of some genuine romance than ivy. i think along she'd be interested in older things, from a nostalgic point of view in relation to the aesthetics only, given that gotham is her home

ok so history, herbology and science are all very pam things! it's almost perfect, like you were made for each other! traditions, especially relating to preserving and appreciating nature, are close to her heart. and someone on the same intellectual level with her with regards to science would mean she has someone to talk to about those things, meaning she's not as alone anymore

a tattoo of a park??? are you kidding me? nature tattoos would be an exceptional edition to your already perfect self, and she'd appreciate it to no end. same with the little mark on your body from your procedure, anything that makes you unique and natural and a piece of art. and your eyes changing colour from the hues of the earth and of wood to the sun and the flowers would have her completely enamoured

[roscolate]

My 7am reaction to seeing my tagged notification then this post (all in that order)

DREAMY

DREAMY

You have no idea how much you made my morning. Like I’m literally in tears right now 🥹🥹😭😭 Getting fanart made of my fics has been something I dreamed about yet honestly didn’t hold out too much hope for. Cuz, at the end of the day, I’m just happy that people love my fics enough to leave kudos and comments, bookmark them, etc, etc, and that I get to flourish as a writer. And now I’m here gazing at this adorable, precious, beautiful art you’ve made for me, and I’m like…Gah, I can hardly believe it 🥺😭😭

Whew…Ok ok ok…Onto to actually commenting on the doodles 😅

Luigi and his sweatshirt are so freakin’ cute, and he looks so huggable that I wish I could jump inside the drawing and hug him. And you got the sweatshirt’s design so perfect too 🥹🥰🥰

And the scrapbook scene…OH MY GOD THE SCRAPBOOK SCENE 🥺🥲😭❤️💚 Mario gazing down at the pages with his teary eyes is so ugggHHH 😭😭 And the “OHMYGODOHMYGODDON’TCRYILOVEHIMSOMUCH” thoughts got a laugh out of me. That’s totally what his inner monologue was like as he was reading it 😂 And the scrapbook’s cover is so adorable and spot-on too. The bros’ poses in the photo and the adhesive letters for the title…I could spend hours looking at these doodles and just taking in every detail honestly

AND LOOK AT MY BOYS IN THEIR WINTER WEAR 🥺🥺🥰🥰 Luigi making Mario laugh by getting whipped cream on his stache was one of my fav moments to write, and seeing it in fanart-form makes my heart soar 🥹🥹

And

Don’t even get me started on your sweet tags 🥺🥺😭😭 Gosh, I wish I knew you irl so that I could hug you 😭 I’m really sorry to hear that life’s rough for you right now, and I’m so glad my fic has been able to help you in some way. I hope things get better for you soon ❤️ And don’t worry about Luigi’s bruise! I’m so happy by this gift you’ve given me that I don’t even care ☺️ Also…*slides a box of tissues to you so that you don’t forget next time I write a tear-jerking chapter/fic* You’re welcome

Just…just thank you. SO MUCH. Thank you so much for this, Dreamy. I don’t think I can say that enough even if I tried. This is such a blessing, and I’ll definitely treasure it forever 🥹❤️

some doodles based on this fic by @roscolate ;w; because holy shit this tore me apart, my heart ached then exploded it's so good

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: My "Baggy Cloth-Ober" Day 31: 🐇✨

Hello, October! 🎃🦇 Here's my final daily "Baggy Cloth-Ober" before November calendar starts tomorrow! 🧢👕🧤👖🧦👟😊

If you haven't seen my previous related post, then please click these: ↓

• Day 1: Maxwell 🐰🖌️ • Day 2: May 🐰👊💥 • Day 3: Sam 🦊⚽ • Day 4: Mikey 🐱🎧 • Day 5: Brown 🥜 • Day 6: Choco 🐰🍫 • Day 7: Stripes 🦝⚾️😴 • Day 8: Leo 🦁🖌️ • Day 9: Wilson 🐶 • Day 10: Foofie 🐩🌸 • Day 11: Jumbo 🐘 🎮 🧹 • Day 12: Jo 🐆 • Day 13: Emme 🦌🌼 • Day 14: Ziggy 🦨 • Day 15: Jazzy 🦨💃🎵 • Day 16: Todd 🐑📚 • Day 17: Bearo 🐻🎒🚗 • Day 18: Joey 🦘 • Day 19: Katie 🐨 • Day 20: Batty Midnight 🦇🌙 • Day 21: Spot Speedster 🐶🏎️ • Day 22: Riya Speedster 🐰🏎️ • Day 23: Miya Speedster 🐰🐻🔋 • Day 24: Aace Speedster 🐶🐺⭐ • Day 25: Cude 🐰🤖 • DAY 26: Vanilla 🐰🎀 • Day 27: Shadow R. 😺🗡️ • Day 28: Tory 😺🩰 • Day 29: Caleb 😺🏀🏈 • Day 30: Lisa 😺❤️⚡

DAY 31: Mayu's Normal Clothes 🐇✨

• Finally, we're back with my one last OC for the end day of October! 😁 And this right here is my 2nd HTF OC I made since debut in Feb of 2022 💘. 😊 This is 'Mayu' 🐇✨,a special Anthro jackalope critter who lives in the distant galaxy with a special T-shape metal object known as the 'Psycho-Frame', attaching on her wand and possessed new magical abilities 🟢🪄✨. We'll take a deep down about her and the 'Psycho-Frame', very soon. 😉 But, let's continue my story we're I left off. So once again, Mai herself won't be featured in her future HTF artworks, and she sold her precious adorable Mai via deviantART points to a new owner. Although, she helped me to send some of her points because 'TigerMcFlurry' sort of entrusted me, but to avail... 😟😔 I think, I know who's the new owner of 'Mai', but I decided not to track the unknown owner. As of this year, the unknown person remain 'confidential'. 🚫📂 So, what am I going to do now? 🤔 Well, I decided to inspired her lost HTF OC for the second time after I've made my first one. And thus, I created the inspiration to 'Mai'; and it might something of a long lost sister to the aforementioned 'Mai' herself, but I would rather choose 'no relation' line (similar to Buster & Babs Bunny from the Tiny Toon series). I show it to her, and she impressed my HTF OC 💚💙. So, I'm glad! 😊👍 Meanwhile, she's very fine celebrating her spooky festivity (as she's said about Halloween) with her pet Haro 'Hikari', and her oversized comfy clothing! 🌸👕👖🥰🤗 In which, she's the only clothing that she has on her advanced tech wardrobe, but I bet she'll be gifted by my OCs and other trustworthy/friendly OCs from the likes of my A-Pal 'Bryan360' and Carmenramcat/Shadowramcat. 😊 For now, though, she always sporting with her soft thick special robe and pants, with a touch of 'Fab Com with Expanded Formula'! 🌸🥰🤗

Well, that's the end of 2024's Inktober installment, and 🎃🦇 HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL 🍬🌙! 😊

Mayu's Normal Clothes and Hikari (Gundam Haro OC) - created by ME!

[shuinami]

Isabela's family 🌸🍋!

Names and more info under the cut ↓

Cristal Perez (b.26/06/25):

Cristal is a woman of ambition who runs the beauty supply/salon that Dolores works at (in my fic). She's wise, compassionate and great at doing hair. Her girlfriend's little cousins, Marco and Rio (👀), love getting their hair done by her, despite it taking hours! Being Dolores' best friend and Isabela's girlfriend, although she has no intentions of moving into Casita, she's very much a part of the family.

Leo Perez (b.24/10/48):

Although he's not a Madrigal by name or blood, he was the first in his generation to get a gift. Leo can turn things into gold with a touch of a finger (temporarily). Being raised in part by Isabela, he has always had an eye for the flashy. After getting his gift, Leo became obsessed with jewellery, chains and all manner of things that remain precious and valuable forever: like his family. He's especially close to his tía Mirabel and his prima, Sirena, but he loves everyone at Casita 💚

Azar (b.15/05/55):

Azar is a black cat, which is hard to tell sometimes with Leo's gift at work. Although he is eventually joined by some other pets in the family, being the first one and the only cuddly mammal in a sea of Madrigal kids... man's tired.

(+Apologies for this being sketchier than usual, adjusting to my new accom and roommate situation has me stressed, and lineart+details make me STRESSED so I decided to do something a bit more relaxing and focus on the aspects of art I enjoy most)

[inquisimer]

happy dadwc day darling 💚 I'd LOVE to see "One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc." from the platonic prompts for Zevran x Warden, especially if it features certain gloves, boots, or an earring.

hndfshjkl okay so I'm not sure how much *adjusting* happens here, but it IS about the boots and the gloves

they're SOMFT and anyone who says otherwise can Fite Me™

for @dadrunkwriting under a cut because this got out of hand whoops

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There was something to having possessions of your own, something precious and identifying and grounding, something that had always been lacking for both Ariya and Zevran. Odd, the similarities between being raised in an alienage and an assassins’ guild. In Denerim, there simply weren’t possessions to be had—they were lucky to have food in their bellies or wood to patch the holes in their shack-like houses. And with the Crows, anything that might be perceived as valuable or precious was just a weakness to be exploited.

Perhaps that was why Ariya was so attuned to little trinkets that reminded her of her companions. Small statuettes that made Alistair’s face light up with delight, etchings that bore some religious significance for Leliana, anything laced with silver or gold for Morrigan. She collected scrolls and tomes of fantastic adventures to appease Wynne’s wanderlust and bottles of all manner of booze clinked in her satchel, waiting for Oghren’s flask to run dry. Shale and Sten were a bit harder to read, but she eventually cottoned on to the golem’s preference for anything that sparkled and the warrior’s unexpected affinity for art.

With Zevran, though, she hesitated. Their association was still tentative, fragile even. Not impassionate—the tips of her ears still burned at her companions’ thinly veiled references to her vocality and the distinct lack of soundproof tents. But they knew so little of each other beyond the cords of muscle and curves they’d traced with hands and lips and tongues.

Perhaps she would get him a leash. That would have more than one use, not the least of which would be keeping him from leaping in front of every blade that threatened to touch her.

She found the boots in a chest in Haven. She checked every nook and cranny for loot—as was her practice—even while her companions stood and gawked at the blood-soaked altar. Her first instinct was to present them immediately: Zev’s boots were serviceable, but worn from the copious amounts of walking they’d done, and spattered with the lifeblood of painful memories to boot.

Still, what if he thought she meant something by it? Or what if he thought she didn’t mean something by it? Was he keeping track of all the gifts she’d given others and wondering why she hadn’t given him any? Did she mean something by it? Did she want to mean something by it?

Ugh. She needed a drink.

The boots stayed rolled up and stuffed at the bottom of her pack long enough that now it would be awkward to explain where she’d gotten them and why. They conquered the Gauntlet and revived Eamon and trekked all the way to the Brecillian Forest, and still the boots sat like a stone underneath her provisions and healing poultices.

Then, as if following a script, the solution presented itself. In another chest, a pair of gloves, more Dalish in design than the Antivan pattern of the boots, but complimentary enough that she could present them together as a set. With some luck, Zevran wouldn’t question whether they’d come from the same place or not.

She still turned the words over in her mind as they wandered back in the direction of Redcliffe, wondering how she should broach the topic. With everyone else, she’d gotten over the awkwardness, for the most part. She could just throw something in their laps, bask in the warmth of appreciation, and leave. It really shouldn’t be any different with Zevran, and yet it was.

Or was it?

“Mi amor.” His voice was like warm honey and she shivered in the best way as it curled around her ears. His eyes tracked her as she skirted the edge of the fire and came to a stop in front of the stool where he was sitting. At this angle, her knees were almost even with his and she inched close enough that they were just touching, enjoying how the firelight glinted in his eyes when he tipped his head back to look at her.

“Mi pajarito,” she answered in kind, then hesitated. Her hands fidgeted with the frayed threads of her backpack until Zevran’s rough palms covered them, stilling them with the gentlest of pressures.

“Tsk. There are so many knots in your mind, I can see them from here. Tell me, what troubles you?”

“It’s nothi—”

She broke off when his fingers suddenly tightened around her wrists and he tsked again. He gave her a knowing look.

“It is not nothing, not when it has been spinning your mind since we left the mountains. Tell me, tesoro, so that I may fight your battles with the proper weapons.”

“I have something for you,” she blurted, heat already rising in her cheeks. Curse her father and the easy blushing he’d passed down to her. She tugged her hands from within his grip and focused on loosening the straps of her pack, so she wouldn’t have to look at his bemused smirk and the raised eyebrow she just knew he would be giving her.

“For me?”

Ariya nodded absently. A few bottles clinked against her dagger maintenance kit as she dug into the pack, finally managing to extract the boots and gloves without dumping the rest of the contents on the ground. She thrust the garments into his lap, looking determinedly anywhere other than his face.

There was a brief, oppressive silence, then Zevran gave a bemused chuckle. “You’re giving me…boots? And gloves?”

Her blush deepened. “Yes.”

“…may I ask why?”

Ariya huffed. “If you must.”

The question didn’t come right away. Her chin was still tucked into her neck, gaze trained firmly away from the other elf.

“I have boots. And gloves. They’re quite serviceable.”

“That’s not a question.”

Two fingers pressed against her jaw and she let him tilt her head upward, though she kept her eyes petulantly downcast.

“Amor,” he said, voice impossibly soft. “Won’t you look at me?”

Like metal to a magnet, she couldn’t resist. His smirk had morphed into something softer and his eyes were like pools of chocolate, brimming with adoration and something a little deeper than the lust she usually found there.

His fingers traced the line of her cheek, trailing fire across her already burning skin, around her ear, until he was cupping her jaw and stroking her face with his thumb.

“You look so lovely when you blush,” he murmured. “But I would not have you be embarrassed to speak with me.”

“I’m not—”

His thumb pressed against her lips and she snapped them shut, more to contain her instinctual urge to bite his finger than any desire to stop talking. She watched as he toed off his dusty boots and kicked them aside. His hand dropped from her face as he pulled on the new pair, humming appreciatively and flexing his toes. The gloves were next; he tugged the leather over his hands, bringing them up to his nose and breathing deeply.

“So,” he said, voice carefully neutral and still making her heart thrum uncontrollably in her throat. “Focused on taking good care of my extremities, are you?”

“Well that goes without saying.” As always, in her discomfort she fell back on snark, a shield against any sort of emotion. Zevran tugged her down onto his lap, scooping her legs so they were slotted against each other like puzzle pieces. Her pack thudded, forgotten at his feet. She drew one of his gloved hands into hers and lightly traced the leaves and branches that were embossed in the leather.

“They’re Dalish,” she finally admitted, voice smaller than a field mouse. “Like your mother’s.”  

He flipped over the hand that she wasn’t holding captive and studied the patterns with renewed interest. He turned his wrist so the oblique angle of the fire caught the design; his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“So they are.” Damn him and his composure. “You…remembered that story.”

It wasn’t a question, exactly, but she gave a hesitant nod anyway.

“Why?”

“Why?” she repeated, confused. Her heart sank; was it too much? Maybe he thought she was obsessive. Maybe he would have preferred she sell the gloves to Bodahn and give him the gold.

“It has no personal consequence to yourself. I’m not sure what advantage you gain by preserving the knowledge.”

“What advantage?” Ariya lifted her head off his shoulder so she could pin him beneath her frown, her reservations chased away by incredulity. “You think I have some kind of angle? Zevran, the gloves made me think of you. So did the boots. I thought you would like them.”

She drew away and made to stand, a new kind of hurt bubbling in her chest. For all her concern that her lover would think she was asking too much of him romantically, she’d never anticipated this reaction. Had thought they were past these kind of suspicions, to be perfectly honest.

With lighting fast reflexes, Zevran snaked his arms around her waist and clamped her back against his torso. One of her hands immediately flew to his chest, ready to shove him back off the stump until he deftly caught her wrist and pinned it to her side

“I do like them, tesora.” His breath was hot against her ear and a surge of desire mingled with the anger and hurt in her heart. “Forgive me. Old habits die hard. It is not an excuse, but it is all I have to offer.”

He drew a finger around the shell of her ear and she suppressed a shudder. The leather was soft and starting to warm from the heat of his hand.

“You were worried about my reaction,” he commented idly, as if he wasn’t turning her into a puddle with the slightest of gestures. “Why, if not for this?”

“I—” her anxiety returned full force and her throat closed, cutting of her speech. She closed her eyes and tried to swallow, but didn’t quite succeed.

“We’ve mostly gone on as before, since we started…”

“Knocking boots?” Zevran wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tapped the heels of his new shoes together. She rolled her eyes and bumped her head against his chin at his ensuing chuckle.

“I suppose I was worried about overstepping in…whatever this is.”

“This is…whatever you wish it to be. I will not ask more of you than you are willing to give.”

“But what of you?” Her eyes searched his face, trying to see past the guarded expression to the depth of feeling she knew must be there. There had been flashes, moments when his walls came down and she saw something more. She wished he would stop hiding it from her. They could use that steady footing right about now.

“Me?”

“What do you wish it to be? I’m not one of your targets; you don’t have to be with me this way. This is a choice we each make. Separately, yes, and then together if we decide.”

He cocked his head and she watched as the guard slipped away and confusion, then realization, then cautious hope played across his face. He pressed their foreheads together; she threaded her fingers around his braid and he held his lips a whisper above her own.

“My heart is already yours, mi amor,” he said. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Be careful with those promises, mi pajarito. Forever is a long time.”

“So it is.” And he sealed the promise against her lips.

[bcbdrums]

okay first, THANK YOU!!!!! second... my very first thought upon seeing this was.... oh snap this took time, with all these details, which i know you do not have, and time is perhaps one of the most precious gifts a person can give another so.... aaaaaahhhhhh! 🥺 thank you so very much!

okay i'm... how do i begin to comment. i feel like i'm saying things you know but well i'm gonna say them anyway. you always have an outstanding ability for accuracy even when you do small doodles (and this is no small doodle my gosh) but....how perfectly you did their attire. every stitch in exactly the right place. the shape and fall of the clothing on their frames. and their physical frames as well, and their hair, their eyes... yes. you have a way of transferring characters accurately into your style, which, is my fave type of fanart--when i look at the art and see both the artist's uniqueness but also the character i fell in love with. you've done it fantastically here.

also must say how extremely much i appreciate the accurate colors. that's something that will often turn me off in fanart is color inaccuracy but of course you nailed it (as always) in every possible way, so that's even more a personal thank you, haha. but seriously you spent so much time on each detail!!! the angle of the table. the shiny balloons in the background. a purple present and my gosh you went so hard on that package that's incredible!!! the perfect dimensions, the detail in the wrapping, the shiny paper texture (ALL the textures in the entire thing, my gosh), the details in the ribbon and bow... a cute shiny little tag with my name...! 🥺

aaahhh but the fact there's an actual background here! textured background with depth and dimension and objects! you worked so hard on this ohmygosh ;O; i love that i'm apparently having a birthday party in the lab, lol... perfect. OH and the lighting and shading yesssss i have been staring at the lighting and shading details. it's fun actually to zoom in and out on the picture, because the lighting effects look really cool when it's small... surgical light above the table, heheh. and the way spirit is more lit up but stein is more in shadow, more sinister... heh, and a niiiice large knife for slicing the cake lol.

and....the cake. vanilla cherry-filled with realistic fondant on the outside oh my gosh. so, stein can bake, is what we have learned. stein why did you slice into the nipple laksdjhg but.... the CANON detail of the outie belly button. cuz of course stein knows what spirit's belly button looks like. why does soul know is the bigger question but i digress. this is SO SILLY and perfectly THEM... i just... their expressions. the whole scene. i'm lost for words. my cheeks hurt from how much i've been grinning and giggling over this thing. i adore it. absolutely adore it. thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou thank you thank you-- 💗💚❤️

Stein baked you a cake, @bcbdrums Happy birthday~ 🎉

[spookylittletownhq]

An ADA LEE ALSOP has arrived in Albion. While they may seem FAMILIAR, they are connected to the ALBION PROPER ALSOPS. Their passport was stamped at Falls’ Inn and shows that they are 32, 5'4", with BLONDE HAIR and BLUE EYES. Mrs. Kuiper at the Inn said that they seemed STEADFAST AND THOUGHTFUL, though they were seen MAKING EYES AT A MARRIED MAN as they departed St. Catharine’s Depot. Be wary, and report any sightings to Madame Lange’s Tea Room.

INTRODUCING ADA LEE ALSOP

Momma prepared me for the practicalities of what I do. The procedure. Things passed down from woman to woman, hand to hand, like the fussiest of stitches, like the strictest of rules. A french knot is best wrapped once, not twice, never thrice. Don’t prick a finger or you’ll bleed into someone else’s life. And never, not ever, come to the loom with a selfish heart, for the strings will know and the magic will come unstitched before you can even baste it down.

But what she never told me about this job, this gift, was the way it tangles you up inside of it. The way that once you’ve held the threads of someone else’s life in your hands, really examined it for integrity and weight and design, you can never truly let those threads go. They knot into the fiber of you. Become a part of your patterning–little snipped bits of people, golden and shining, red and frayed at the ends.

For twenty-seven years, I carried them around in the jar of my heart, collecting them like cut floss. But even the best glass can only take so much stress before it breaks. Maybe that’s what happened to me. Maybe I just got too full. But I left, and took the broken bits with me, with my best dresses and books and not much else. Boston was less a choice and more an accidental harbor, and I rested safe in it for five years. I put my hands to work, making jam and pulling sodas and to the shape of a soft body and never once to the needle. But the threads found their ways in anyway, stuck in the wax of my canning, stopping a good seal, or else stark on the collar of a handsome patron’s shirt, glaring green on gray cotton, begging, begging to be plucked.

But quilts always have a way of coming back to their makers, in the end, like the art of them is too hard, too precious for any one else to carry alone for too long, and in much the same way, I suppose, I find myself coming back to Albion. Momma and Daddy, five sisters and Baby James, and a fate sewn into my veins wait for me. And I’ll fall back into place, like I am expected to. Like I should. The same old same old.

Only this morning, before I slipped into my coat and out the door, I snipped a few pieces of my life: a clip of the gold velvet curtain, a triangle of cotton blue floral sheets, a verdant piece of deepest green suit wool clipped carefully from a garment in the closet. I brought them with me on the train, pinned them into place–Four Winds, a quilt every woman should make for herself in her lifetime. I will let it carry me back, rumbling familiar and slow like the train that takes me, but the woman who arrives at St. Catherine’s won’t be the same one who left it. She will be dutiful, yes, and she will do work, and she will wear the same dress, the same braids, but at the center of herself is someone different now: an Ada of my own.

I cut a triangle of taunt, crisp cotton from the lining of my skirt, and I sew myself firmly into my own truth.

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[dreaming-of-assclass]

AssClass BigBang 2020!

Achieving Thermal Equilibrium: Fanart

Wow...this is very late. 🤡 I feel awful for posting this much later than I intended at first. This past month has been packed with a lot of family events and such, I haven’t had the time to focus on these pieces. In a way, I guess it’s good I’m posting once the BigBang event has been finished, so I’m not taking any attention away from all the talented creators who participated in it.

The BigBang event was incredibly fun to take part in, and I’m so glad I mustered up the courage to sign up. I made a lot of friends and got to know amazing creators in the fandom.

One of which is my partner, Nao! @assclass-conspiracies put so much hard work and love into this fic. And I had a great time thinking of ideas with and helping her create this wonderful AU. I’m so glad we became friends thanks to the event!! 💚

All of the extra pieces are going to be under the cut because there are a lot lmao. Common themes you will notice are fire/heat (of course haha) and the biggest one: colors. We made a whole color theory while brainstorming lmao, and colors are just very much tied into the art, with the emotions and experiences they can represent.

I painted with actual watercolors for two pieces (one of which was on the official post) And for the digital pieces, they were made on IbisPaint.

Piece #1

This was actually a candidate to be on the official BigBang post lmao. I used actual watercolor paint for both of them. I wanted to use a single palette for both of them, Kayano in greens, Itona in blues. And their golden eyes tie them together. The positioning of them was inspired by a Tokyo Ghoul cover book.

Piece #2

I just really love this scene and quote lmao. Once again, I chose limited palettes for them UwU.

Piece #3

A very precious scene in the fic where Kayano gifts Itona something from the field trip, he refuses it, she gets offended, then he takes it back because he secretly does like it. I just love their dynamic a lot.

Piece #4

Here’s vicious Kayano, aka my favorite thing in AssClass ever. I love the heavy, righteous fury she has during her reveal and I wanted to replicate that same coldness in this piece. Temperature and color matter a lot in this piece. Kayano is on fire right now, literally and metaphorically lmao. She’s angry and grieving, but alive. The Akari persona is like her being reborn, a different person from Kayano. And behind her, we have Aguri, in a light blue palette. Aguri is blue because she’s dead and cold, gone...the opposite of her sister. The Yukimura sisters make me so sad.

Piece #5

He was supposed to look a bit more...crazed. But yeah, Itona during his darkest moments. A parallel to the Kayano piece UwU.

[bunbunny02]

OMG!!!!!!

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH

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@bunbunny02 happy birthdayyy !!! heard u like these guys . lol

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