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razrogue · 2 years ago
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Zuriya & Sylvain
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"I'm going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise..."
These two have been long overdue for some art and I couldn't be happier with how it turned out. He's a goober for his wife and I love them!
Thank you so so much @rayeliann 🥹
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haledamage · 2 years ago
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I was lucky to get the chance to commission @rayeliann for this beautiful piece of Etain and Vikkari 😍 they're so damn pretty, and even prettier together!
@queen-scribbles HAPPY CHRISTMAS, CAIT!! I am obsessed with these two and it's at least 70% your fault 🥰 Etain and Vikkari deserve all the romantic kisses in the snow
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farseerdri · 2 years ago
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Arah and Rylen for the OCWINTERBALL2022
(Arah belongs to @rayeliann
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strawberdii-art · 2 years ago
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YCH: Rylen & Arah
For @rayeliann
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imp-printed · 2 years ago
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I had a blast with this project, @sorrelchestnut's series everybody wants to be a cat! Post-apocalyptic spycraft in the 1950s-flavoured 2280s has never looked so good.
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Of course I'm unreasonably fond of the title page cat, look at it :3
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Thank you to both @needlesslycryptic and @rayeliann for permission to include their wonderful art!
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I got another beauteous commission from @rayeliann and this time, I got a flower crown portrait of Sabina Peg’asi, one of my A6 travelers from the Andromeda Six game. She’s half Tilaari, half human, and is all around sweetheart with a compassionate soul. She just wants to learn more science and medicine so she can heal and help people out, and actually doing something worthwhile in her life, even if her contributions are small in the grand scheme of things. 
The two flowers I selected for Sabina’s flower crown are purple tulips (nobility/royalty, rebirth, spring) and white yarrow (healing/good health, inspiration, everlasting love). And they look so lovely in her hair--I love how each petal looks so finely detailed and the layers are colors are skillfully shaded. Everything about this work of art screams out beauty and perfection, especially with how all of the hues, both bright and dark, appear so lush and pop out to snag my attention. Thank you, @rayeliann, for making this commission a reality. <3 :D <3 
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alyssalenko · 5 years ago
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The talented @rayeliann drew Calysta and Grainne from @lauraemoriarty and my twin Shepard fic The Soldier and the Spy and I couldn't be happier with how they turned out!
Here is her commission info!
Patreon / Website / Twitch / Discord / Ko-fi / Livestream Archive
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inquisitorhotpants · 5 years ago
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[Behold, the art I’ve been staring at rather rapturously since it appeared in my inbox. There is so much about this that just absolutely stuns me. The gold of the background. Kryn’s dress. The contrast of the couple against the background. It’s just perfect. @rayeliann is an utter magician.]
Livimele Valra anchors her tripod-mounted holorecorder on the hovering platform in front of her, then steps on, scrutinizing the screen in front of her as she adjusts position. “I think the edge of the staircase would be best, majesties.”  
As her statement sends a small battalion of people into action, Livimele taps the device, starting the recording.
Celinin darts up the stairs as Kryn comes to a stop, already bending to shake out Kryn’s skirt and nudge the fabric until it sits where she wants it. Taiyi, hard on her heels, circles around Marr, already smoothing nonexistent wrinkles out of the shoulders of his coat before turning her attention to the drape of the fabric. 
“Now don’t move from this spot, Nox,” Celinin commands. “Marr, I assume you’re going to stand all stoic, yes? That has been your general look for the last forty-some years. No hope for a dance pose or sunny grin?”
Marr, watching the flurry of activity around Kryn - Celinin, a hairdresser whose name he can’t immediately recall, and Riva, Kryn’s favored makeup artist - ignores Celinin. “You’ve certainly made a valiant effort to be as tall as me, qilitzarai,” he says, small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “When you add in your hair, you even come past my shoulder. Well done.”  
“If these shoes were any taller, I wouldn’t be able to walk in them and you’d have to carry me everywhere,” she chuckles. “This is as good as it gets without a visit to an alchemist.”
He slides a hand around her waist, watching as she makes a thoroughly unnecessary adjustment to the collar of his coat, rubs a smudge off the shining Imperial emblem on his chest. “Am I now satisfactory?”
“Quite.” She looks over to Livemele. “Is there a particular pose you’re wanting?”
“That’s perfect, actually,” Livimele says, looking up from the screen on her holorecorder. “Empress, if you could rest your hand on his forearm?”
Kryn does so, a smirk curving her lips. “Why, Darth Marr, are you smiling for an official holo?”
“It seems I can’t school my expression into appropriate seriousness,” he replies with a mock sigh. Indeed, multiple people have commented on the heretofore unseen phenomenon throughout the day. “Truly, a testament to your sorcerous powers.”
“How awful, looking happy on your wedding day.” The most sarcastic tsk tsk Marr has ever heard. “You poor man.”
“I suppose I’ll simply have to hope my reputation of the last forty years can weather this one lapse.”
She pretends to think, face lighting up like she has an idea. “We can go storm a planet for our honeymoon. Who shall we conquer?”
“You always know just what to say. But first, we should probably finish all the to-do around this wedding, and if you don’t direct your attention back to Livimele, she’s likely to throw a shoe at us.”
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honekitteh · 5 years ago
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Oh wow!  Look at this amazing commission I got of Jyana from @rayeliann.
I love it so much!
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reallystellacadente · 6 years ago
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OMG LOOK WHAT @rayeliann DID! OMG.
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It’s my Sith Warrior Xhareen as Zendaya’s Met Gala Joan of Arc. I cannot even word it is so beautiful. OMG do commission her if at all possible. 
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eatingyarndraws · 7 years ago
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Elektra and Tynan for @rayeliann ♥
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farseerdri · 2 years ago
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(Header by @rayeliann) ANGER:  jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts, foot stompies
JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savours joy
SADNESS:  crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better
EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME:  blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humour, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate
GUILT:  avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others
FEAR/ANXIETY:  trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, freeze, withdraw, fawn
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polkadotspjs · 7 years ago
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My half of an art trade with @rayeliann!
Elektra from her on going work Fallen Star and Angels. She is super beautiful and badass and I hope I did her justice!!
Rachel, it was an honor to do this for you and I hope you like it!
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“Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me.” - NFWMB by Hozier
Thanks to the wondrous skills of @rayeliann, I got this freaking gorgeous and devastatingly alluring commission of my D&D OC, Kyrie Silbersonnen. She’s a fallen aasimar and a a blood hunter who is a part of the Order of the Lycan. 
I always wanted to get a sexy commission of her because dressing provocatively and showing little skin is definitely up her alley (especially for her future spouse, whoever they may be). The lingerie set turned out beautifully on her and I love the subtle sheer texture and appearance of her skirt and stockings as well as starkly the green shade in her lingerie stand out. I’m also in love with how much her eyes pop out with that topaz hue and of course, you made those scars of hers look so badass! The way you colored and shaded her hair is lovely and the colors pop out so vibrantly and appear so soft and smooth. And lastly, you captured the silver hue of her skintone perfectly and the silver skin reflects the lighting in this piece quite beautifully too. 
Thank you again for this awesome commission, @rayeliann! :D <3 <3
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suryiel · 7 years ago
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OC PARTY - ‘Stand Alone’ Challenge
First draft of an OC that popped into my mind after the newest Star Wars :)
Thank you @rayeliann for the unintentional motivation!
Apologies for my English- it got horribly rusty after few years of writing only short business mails...
Jethro's family has cultivated the rich soil of Dantooine for ages, though they never reached any major families with their status. In fact, they had nothing at all apart from their animals and land.
Born as the second son of his parents, Jethro never felt that he lacked anything when compared to his brother. His childhood was filled with farm work; His hands were always full of blisters and cheeks covered with dirt, his boots were covered with mud from endless swamps or caves he was never supposed to visit. Yet he did; drawn to them like a moth is drawn to the light. It would be a lie to say that his older brother was his guardian- more like partner in crime, though he never had Jethro's sense for adventure, no matter how childish and full of fantasies it was.
And his head was full of that. Being born after Empire's demise, Jethro could only hear about the heroic Rebellion, about the evil Emperor and his hand, the mighty Lord Vader. His favorite was always the tales about the smuggler-turned-general, Han Solo while his older brother favored the legend of the Jedi. Along with other children, thy could spend days playing on the plains, among the grass re-creating the battles of the past, unaware of the true face of war. And may the Force be blessed for that.
Time passed, as it always does, leaving children's heroes covered in dust of memories. It was expected from Jethro to follow his brother's footsteps; marry a cute girl, get a fragment of land for his own and take care of it till his own children will be grown enough to do it for him.
But he did not grow up to be a farm boy. Legends of his childhood were quickly replaced by stories from the space port he used to visit far too much; stories of riches, easy credits, beautiful twi'lek dancers, high life of Coruscant or vibrant colors of Nar Shaddaa.
He always had a knack for gambling. It was mostly pocket money at first- easy credits to earn by simply counting the cards or helping the dices a bit. It was just a slight pushes at first; he always imagined an invisible blow which simply rolled the dices few more times into his advantage. He never dared to do more, too scared to be discovered. Others never liked those who were different. And he always was just that. Different.
When he won his first speeder, his father did not share his enthusiasm- he did not work hard for it, he did not have to wake up before sunset, he did not pay for it with blisters and bruises. It spoiled him quickly and when the speeder became too slow and too familiar, he won another one. Just for the sake of it.
It spoiled him quickly. Well known plains became gray and boring, Dantooine's two moons too unimpressive. There was so much more to see among the stars.
His friend took him to Nar Shaddaa first; they were supposed to earn the credits of their lives; Jethro by his gambling abilities and Gaff by knowing where and whom to gamble with. And they did come easy but they did not satisfy him. There was always a bigger game ahead, always a better player to beat, a new ways to spend all those credits on.
He quickly grew accustomed to Nar Shadda. To its stench and bright neons, to its vibrating heart that kept him awake during all those night spend in various cantynas and casinos. The more time he spend there, the more perfect his tactics were, the more adjusted to his talents he became. Others saw his talents too and often willed to spend double the price to use them in his own cause.
But, no matter how many credits he earned and spent, the hunger in him was never satisfied. He thought about is as hunger, though there were moments when he was not entirely sure of its nature. Calling? Yearning? As if right there, right around the corner behind that next prize, there was suppose to be something.
Something he could not sense, no matter how hard he tried.
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inquisitorhotpants · 6 years ago
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How about "Brushing lint off of"? :D
The sun has just started to set when Krys nods to the single cameraman standing out on the balcony at Devil’s Head Lookout, then holds up five fingers. At the long, slow exhale across the room, she looks over from where she’s buffing the toe of her almost-immaculate black patent leather pump. “Second thoughts?” 
Max narrows his eyes, scrutinizing his reflection in one of the windows for probably the seventh time. “No. Maybe?” A pause. “No, I don’t think so.”
Krys straightens, flicks a non-existent speck off her fitted jacket, inspects the fall of her matching trousers in the mirror, then crosses to Max. “You’ll be fine.” She looks him up and down. Smooths back the silver hair at his temple. Makes a minuscule adjustment to his tie tack. Looks up and smiles. 
“Why is it I’m always fixing your clothes, Marine?”
He chuckles, thinking back to a hotel in Boston and Krys draped in shimmering gold, patiently turning buttons and emblems. “It’s a convenient excuse to get you close?”
“Like you need that.” She brushes lint off his shoulder, steps back, gives him a critical once-over, then checks her watch. “Done, and just in time. Are you ready?”
“As I’m going to be.”
They step out through the door, moving to where Krys has marked tiny Xs in chalk near the railing, breathtaking view spread out behind them. She loops her arm around his, straightening just a bit, then nods to the cameraman, who looks at Max, starting the camera at his matching nod. 
“It is my great honor, and privilege, to announce my candidacy for the Presidency of the United States of America.”
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