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[salesart]

josie 💛

[bloodiedpixie]

AWTWB Fan Illustrated Edition!!

Heyo! I’m back! With the final (for now) instalment of my makeshift illustrated editions. This one is for the third and my personal favorite book in the Simon Snow Series, Any Way the Wind Blow by the amazing @rainbowrowell!!

Just like last time if you’re tagged, your art is in it!

This is essentially me putting the art pieces to the lines in the book to show the beautiful words and the beautiful art at once.

DISCLAIMER!!! This time, I managed to find out my local library allows me to print pages of colored documents for only 10 cents (woot woot) so the image quality is much better. HOWEVER, if you don’t see an art piece you believe should be on there or have seen before or even made, it is not because I don’t like the art or artist, it’s because I simply missed it when finding art or forgot to put it on a page to print.

This was by far the hardest one to complete, it took a total of 6 and a half months to complete. Two months to find all the art, 3 to glue it all in, 1 month taking photos and labeling, and a half month putting it all in collages and creating the artist credits.

AND IT WAS WORTH IT!! it looks great and it’s amazing to see all the art next to their source material.

Just like the other two times, each piece has a number on it that correlates to the credit page

(Ex. Artist: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

(I strongly, strongly, suggest clicking for better quality on everything and zoom in to see all the lines they’re next to)

Thank you to all the amazing artists in this fandom!! I hope you enjoy!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Artist Credits

Artists: @bonappetart @doublebraided @dancingwdinosaurs @nick-eyre @penpanoply @karcutie @banjjakbanjjak @letraspal @mostlymaudlin @babybimge @krisrix @peachpit-gabe @palimpsessed @kindaorangey @dehydratedcherry @dazed-squid @frjsti @springdays-arts @artsyunderstudy @dead-cherry-bitch @death-the-sapphic @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stardustasincocaine @henreyettah @cynopoe Jamie Krost @oyabun-draws Xivz @mara-miranda @styx-x @fromteevee @ottomatonic @generatingwings @kirbybot @subparselkie @irlfrogprince @samalander01 @babbleduck @kidovna @cattocavo @cherryfull @salesart @wunder-kin @toonysart @snootskunk @giu-box @schinkennudelnart @ghosttotheparty @mailjeevas66 @luddlestons @twinkle-twinkle-up-above @dreamingkc

[luzial]

I recently commissioned @salesart to do a portrait of Solas (aka “Song”) and Lavellan (aka “Ink”) from my fic, In And Out Of Time Again. I’m so thrilled with how it came out, especially all the little details that reference their codenames. Thank you SO MUCH to Sales for all your work on this piece, and for asking me all the hard-hitting questions like “what’s their height difference.” I had so much fun collaborating with you!

The first chapter of In And Out of Time Again is below the cut, and you can read the completed work on AO3.

Song has had many names. The latest suits him no better nor worse than the others. If he has one complaint, it is that this name lacks specificity. Fen’Harel was a name that was a lie, and a lie that has long since become irrelevant, but he cannot argue that it painted a clear and awful portrait. His other name, the one that came both before and after, he is only too glad to be rid of. He rarely thinks of it now.

Song is in his element in Strands like these, when he can submit to the demands of his teeth and claws and blessedly forget the version of himself that is not like this. It is simple here in the verdant expanse of his home, his first love. When a mountain stands in his way he moves it with a thought. When a beating heart must be silenced, he rips into it and tastes warm blood on his tongue.

His assignment today is a wonderfully simple one: a death. The target is ancient and powerful, though only in comparison to the other things of its world. Beside an agent of Music, it is nothing. He longs for a crush of strength against his own and for the moment when uncertainty asks him whether he can snap his target’s neck before it breaks him in two. The answer, of course, is that he will hear the crack of bone and hold its dying form within his jaws too quickly to satisfy the hunger that burns within him.

Still, he will try to afford it a fair fight.

When he finds the edges of its lair, Song realizes something is wrong. Demons should swarm around him, challenging his right to intrude on their master’s territory even as he cuts them down. There should be whispers here, a choir of disembodied voices singing the Melody’s secrets for those who know how to listen. Yet all that greets him are emptiness and silence.

The raw Fade has begun to reclaim this place, the green waters of its currents rising up to erode the poisoned ground that has been here for three thousand years. Song wanders farther in, his paws sinking deep into the muck, until finally he finds the corpse.

The fear demon that claimed this part of the Fade is gone, reduced to a husk of tangled limbs and fangs that still drip with venom. Song has arrived too late. The death has already been administered, but this means that the timing is all wrong, and for Music, timing is everything.

Whatever killed the demon has done so before it had a chance to strike a bargain with a young mage girl in Kirkwall. Now she will not murder her family and dozens of others; she will not leave alive one angry, orphaned sister. Thanks to this single fault in the rhythm, the entire Strand is lost.

Song is so annoyed by all the absences that at first he does not notice the addition. It is so impossibly out of place that for a moment he simply stares at it. Stuck to the venom on the dead demon’s fangs is a piece of finely-made paper that smells of sugar and flowers, its perfume somehow drowning the stench of the rotting carcass. He reaches out for it with a hand and fingers; it is a thing too delicate to be held by claws. The venom stings but he pays it no mind, for he has seen the single line written on the page in a delicate script: Touch me with fire that I be cleansed.  

It must be a trap. Not the venom, of course. Whoever left this certainly knows it will take much more than that to wound him. It would be best to leave the note here and let it rot along with the rest of this discordant Strand. But this is a challenge and an invitation - words that hint at more words.  

Song ignites the paper between his fingers and it is as if he has turned the first page in a book. He reads, and when he is done he has become the wolf again, mouth twisted to a snarl. When he has committed the words to memory, he shreds what’s left of the sweet-smelling paper between his claws and grinds it into the mud.

When Song is gone, a shade steps into the pawprints he left and searches until it finds every piece of the burned, shredded, filthy paper.

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Tell me I have sung to Your approval.

I’ve always been fond of the Canticle of Transfigurations, or at least of the versions that I’ve penned. Hopefully you have more than a passing familiarity with it as well, or the cosmic cleverness of what I’ve just done will be totally wasted on you. (But I suspect your familiarity is more than passing. If you are who I think you are, you’ve probably written versions of it yourself. If so, how do you deal with the bit in 10:1 about the moth and the flame? I feel like I can never get it quite ominous enough, you know?)

I’ve barely just begun and already I’ve distracted myself with all the questions I wish to ask you. But that just speaks to my point (that I’m about to make).

Is there anything in this world more insidious than words? It took me eight of them to grab your attention. Honestly, I could have managed it in fewer if I didn’t want to make a dramatic entrance. But I did.

I’ve been curious about you for a while now. It’s not like there are many things left to be curious about when you have all of time to catch up on anything you might have missed, so I should thank you for that novelty. I think the first time I saw you was during that bad business in the Deep Roads in Strand 398. I was the hurlock, you were the Grey Warden recruit. Our eyes met as I bit into your commander’s neck and tore out his windpipe. (Sorry about the mess, by the way - I really enjoy getting into character.)

You were definitely meant to lose that fight. I know - I’ve gone back and checked a lot of other Strands and that recruit always dies, the darkspawn always swarm, and the Third Blight always begins. But then you single-handedly cut down the horde after everyone else in your party had died. (I know because I stuck around after you chopped off my head with that broadsword - I just had to see what would happen!) You killed enough of them to prevent the swarm, even though you died for it in the end. (And of course you died for it - you’re good but no one’s that good.)

My point is: do you remember how it felt when that shriek bit into your arm and the Blight burned into your veins? Do you remember the way it spiraled into you, burrowing in your lungs and your heart and your gut until it felt like your body had always been its home? (I’ve been Blighted a lot so I’ve got some pretty good descriptors for it.)

Anyway, let me spell it out in case my metaphors are getting too convoluted: In this letter, I’m the shriek and my words are the Blight. I’ve bitten you and poured my words into you. Your memory will pump them through your mind just as surely as your heart pumped the Blight to the tips of your fingers and toes. Want a cure? Too bad, there isn’t one.

I’m not only writing to gloat. I meant what I said above - I appreciate the novelty you’ve brought to the battlefield. Things are dreadfully dull most of the time. Mainly the Story sends me off to retcon the occasional plot holes your Music introduces to the narrative. There’s very little chance for improvisation, so I have to find amusement where I can.

And this has been very amusing.

Sincerely, Ink

(Keep reading on AO3)

[poetickitten]

Fantastic art and gif by @salesart !! Thanks for giving permission!

The war was lost The treaty signed I was not caught I crossed the line I was not caught Though many tried I live among you Well-disguised I had to leave My life behind I dug some graves You'll never find The story's told With facts and lies I had a name But never mind Never mind.

Names so deep And names so true They're blood to me Dust to you There is no need And this survives There's Truth that lives And Truth that dies.

If this doesn’t scream Solas, I don’t know what.

[oopiejay5]

@heysales @salesart I got my new tumbler finally! I decorated it with your Solas art! <3 <3 <3

[brokenheart2408]

11 to 3 pm !!! Come and visit ✨ #uppervalleymarket #uppervalley #uppervalleyartistfarmersmarket #art #salesart #smallbusiness (at Upper Valley Artist & Farmers Market) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNh5mJrlojc/?igshid=nmdy8ukcuiam

[fiadhaisteach]

WIP Wednesday

Smörgåsbord!

I wasn't tagged this week, but that's okay... I've a few things to share. 😝

How I store my air dry clay. (I've been working through this, originally 2#, block for more than 3 years; so it may be overkill, but it works. 😉)

and I'll tag @noire-pandora, @batsy22-me, @little-lightning-lavellan, @bearlytolerant, @jessitasquirrel, @beaubashley, @in-arlathan, @roguelioness, @shift-shaping, @salesart, @queenaeducan-writes, @crackinglamb, & @thevikingwoman

[kumaronoa]

~ Falon'Din  (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ 

inspired on @salesart  Falon’Din  ❤  thank you!!  ♡

[salesart]

idk this pose reminded me of that meme lol

[lavellanvibes]

WIP Wednesday !

A little cowboy AU socialite Miss Sadie La Vellan and wanted dead or alive outlaw Sammy the Red 😉 🤠

Thank you soOO much @coffeebirdafterdark @nug-juggler and @queen-kass-the-writer ! Y’all keep me motivated when I need a fire under my behind! No slacking off for me :)

Tagging (and no pressure of course!) @dalish-rogue @johaeryslavellan @midnightprelude @hollyand-writes @salesart @ashalle-art @charlatron @oftachancer @schoute @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @a-shakespearean-in-paris and anyone else whomstve I have forgotten but still love v much 🥰 (seriously- wish I could tag all the amazing artists and writers I interact with!)

[theharellan]

Get to know the blogger

tagged by: @dalishdick​ tysm!

tagging: @weptfreedom​, @valorcorrupt, @fun-sized-owl, @salesart, @dreadfutures​, @ anyone else who cares to do this!

Favourite Color: Like a dusty pink colour

Currently Reading: Nothing atm but I bought a pretty copy of Wuthering Heights on my honeymoon and maybe one day I’ll even read it.

Last Song: The River - AURORA

Last movie: Treasure Planet, ask me in two weeks and I’m hoping I can say Green Knight

Last series: Uhhh Puppet History, or Mass Effect if you count video game series.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: All three! It depends on my mood, I’d say I’m most consistently for savoury or spicy stuff.

Craving: I’ve really been craving mashed potatoes but I have to decide what to have with it so I don’t just have a plate of mashed potatoes with nothing else. Also pomegranates, but I’ll have to wait another few months for those.

Tea or coffee: Tea, I can only drink coffee if it has chocolate and lots of milk in it.

Currently working on: At the moment I’m not actively working on much, summer isn’t the best season for me in general. I’m hoping for my next work to be a multi-chapter Cadash-Solas friendship fic where they explore Cadash Thaig or, failing that, I might try writing some spicier Ian/Solas fic.

[blarrghe]

Drew @nug-juggler @midnightprelude @oftachancer @dalish-rogue @serphena and @salesart 's ocs poorly :3 (and also taren...)

[midnightprelude]

Heads up Seven Up!

Tagged by @nug-juggler and @pedlimwen to share the last 7 lines I wrote! Tagging @johaeryslavellan, @blarrghe, @salesart to share if you’d like!

Rilienus finally made it out of his apartment to attend a faculty gathering with Dorian and... It’s really not his scene. @oftachancer and I swapped who writes Ril and Dorian for their early relationship and it’s been super weird and fun!

“Charmed,” Rilienus extended his hand. Hannigan. He was supposed to attempt to remember these things- Fuck, the first names were already gone, warmth flooding his cheeks from Dorian’s weight against him. “Rilienus Maecilia.”

“And what is it you study?” The woman took his hand and shook it, her frown stiffly in place.

“Study?” Rilienus flushed, wrinkling his nose. “Nothing, I suppose. I’m a musician. I guess you could say I study that.”

[luzial]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @crackinglamb ! Tagging @akisazame , @salesart , @salexectria , @pedlimwen (no pressure!)

Here’s some more from the Viago de Riva/Teia Cantori piece I’m working on. (By “working on” I mean rereading Eight Little Talons twice a week and occasionally shoving words into a doc.)

Finally, he returns to the bed to inspect the dagger and realizes he should have done this first. It requires only a momentary glance to see that the pommel is decorated with the symbol of House Cantori.

Teia.

Viago breathes a sigh of relief. The adrenaline quickly drains from him but is replaced with embarrassment and something else. He rolls his eyes in irritation to think that she must have been just outside the window, and he imagines he can hear the echo of her soft chuckle there. This thought is quickly replaced by another - How long was she watching me?

As intriguing of a question as that is, Viago drags his attention back to the dagger and the slip of paper he finds tightly tied to its hilt. He unrolls it to find an opera ticket - deep red with a gold leaf filigree border - granting him admission to tomorrow night’s performance of Gana of Ayesleigh.

[fiadhaisteach]

Postcards are amazing!

See... when we were rearranging our room, we uncovered a wall for art so I'd have somewhere to put the Solas romance lithograph when it comes... which also gave me the excuse to get a nice frame for a couple of old prints.

I also came across a few things that had been stowed away for safe keeping, one of which was a postcard that I'd always meant to frame (don't ask how many years and moves it's not been) and the postcard that came with my copy of Beyond the Veil (@solaszine).

Well... when I went looking for frames for those, the best ones came in four packs, so of course, I needed a couple of more postcards... but they're so inexpensive... I obviously couldn't just buy two postcards. Since the frames came in four packs; six it was. 😝

From top left: the @solaszine postcard by @lystacre-art, Dreadwolfs Gaze by Eldorys (@ashalle-art​), "RiverGenesis" by Jonathon Earl Bowser, The Sad Wolf's Jaws by Kasye (@inkedinmoonlight), Solas in the Crossroads by salesman (@salesart), Paint by @nipuni, The Fairy Queen on her Carriage Richard Doyle by RedCapeTales, Solas by AnnaHelme.

They'll go up on the wall once big Solas arrives and final arrangements can be figured out.

[the-upper-shelf]

Amazon rainforest charity event results: thank you all!

I am happy to announce that we, as artists, writers, modders and fellow tumblr users, have now sent successfully the money you guys helped us collect to the amazon rainforest to the cause, in the hope to preserve our world a little more.

we raised 2000 usd in just a month!!

special thanks goes to the amazing artists and writers who took part in this project:

@awaari , @kallielef , @lavellanlove , @lystandthefandoms , @nipuni​ , @noquietinhere​ , @Randomlymaddodles , @resjade​ , @salesart​ , @Smuttine , @trashwarden​ , @xiz0r​ , @ashkaarishok​ , @buttsonthebeach​ 

to the customers and donators:

@latefortevinter​ , @Beaudora , @scharoux​​ , @saphyremelodies​ , @Blainezor , @Kayla , @TheJustin , @Chai , Samantha Race, @elfsplaining​ , @lavellanlove​ , Jenn Liddiard , @liderfin​ , @vhenhan​ , @midnightprelude​ , @radiantbeam , @celiacelie​ , @dalish-rogue​ , @yeyintingz​ , @nug-juggler​ , petùlia , Balfrey , @impossibleclair​ , @suchanadorer , @cccreampeach , VincentVael , @liltrevelyan​ , @khaoticvex​ , @factorykat​ , Geekyzekey , @queen-scribbles​ , @waahav14 (on twitter) , Sophie Leah , @curiousthimble​ , Alex Callais , Erica Nichole , @trashwarden​ , @minhels​​ , @kwancorey and @Saphiremelodies .

And least but not last thank you to @teryster​ who made for us a very useful Google doc where to store all the commissions and to @smuttine​ who gave more money to cover the cost of the fees and ​ helped me making this idea become real!