#sketch dump galore!!!

[bishicat]

can we talk about how jarring it would be to wake up looking like a stranger so in this essay I'll be—

[joowee-feftynn]

assorted doodles i asked the twitter people to tell me to draw

[biboomerangboi]

Hua Cheng is just so iconic to us because he is in fact a tumblr girlie. Notebook filled to the brim with sketches of his blorbo. Info dumps galore. Maximalist fashion to the nines. Outfits based on accessories. Has all of the genders under one big shapeshifting trench coat. Hates the ruling class. Excuses every problematic thing his blorbo does and stands by them in the group chats. Insane reaction to people who dislike his blorbo and says mean things about them, burning temples is the doxxing of his time. He belongs on here with us.

[ethaneldritch]

SKETCH DUMP TIME :D

First, we have some quick Seer concepts and hand drawing practice (both human and vampire). I'm working on a redesign for her, to hopefully be used in a future fic! BO2's whole cast was done dirty on so many levels, but the Seer specifically was such an interesting concept...only for her to show up in a single scene and then vanish completely.

Much like some other iconic boys of which I am quite fond...

SPEAKING OF WHOM:

Obligatory (yet slightly wonky) Dumah! Guaranteed to break (most) artblock slumps!

I also drew Melchiah (the rest of his sketch page is unfinished, so I omitted it for now). I've been watching a lot of old Disney animation clips recently, and my obsession with shape language has reared its recognizably-silhouetted head once again. XD

Ngl, I've started getting hooked on drawing Mel, purely because his type(?) of character seems the easiest to fit into a more cartoonish style. He reminds me of the tavern thugs from Tangled: simultaneously intimidating and endearing.

Not only that, but he's quite literally built for visual gags galore. I imagine a series set in the empire days would include its full share of Melchiahim tomfoolery.

[sonyodreams]

Hello hello, welcome aboard my fellow visitor! :D

What you're looking at is the main hub of all tags that i use, incase you wish to see an specific content of mine.

Celestial Museum: Finished Works

Scraps Galore: Doodles/Sketches

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The Fun House: Media consumption dump

Rambling Lounge: Where you get to hear my thoughts.

Before ending things off, i primarily focus on Kirby, Sonic and Cookie Run. Just to give you an general idea of what to expect

Regardless of any reasoning it may be, may you have a blissful time of your day ^w^ -Sonyo

[helplessavacado]

✨Introduction To The Nonsense✨

(I’ll update this when it needs updating)

Hiya! My name is Alex, and I moved here from my Instagram (also known as helpless-avacado, I’m nothing if not consistent). I’m mostly known for my OCs, lore dumps, ranting about my current fixations, and my overuse of the sparkly pink heart emoji (💖). I’ve got a love for fantasy, sci-fi, birds, beasts, bugs, and biblical lore. I am a LoTR and Hobbit fan, a lover of Blue Eyed Samurai, Arcane, Spiderverse, and my bestie’s stories. I’ve got a few stories of my own in the works, and more than a few fanworks just for funzies.

Establishing navigation tags early to simplify things:

• #shoulders(avacado) — Original story #1. Angels and trauma galore. Who’s ready to fight God?

• #threerealms(avacado) — Original story #2. Has some overlap with Shoulders character and concept-wise but still needs its own tag for organization purposes. Angels and trauma but much more goofy.

• #divineinheritance — Original story #3. Manifest Destiny, colonialism, imperialism, and all the horrors that come along with it but in Space. So many alien species and so many concept sketches.

• #tagalongAU — My self-insert turned OC for LotR that I got really attached to. Obviously, she Tags Along with Thorin Oakenshield's company, shenanigans ensue.

• #talesintertwined — Pirate/Mermaid AU/Crossover (my OC, Kylen, and @holidamned's OC, Mary). They’re in love. No further explanation needed.

• #marymonday and #wormwoodwednesday — a lil drawing challenge that holidamned and I do every so often for our OCs

[definitelynotapossum]

Way Back Home

You can read this fic, and all my others, on my ao3!

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The nights in Hyrule had gotten to a point where, come morning, the trees, grass, and whatever flowers were left would be coated in a thin sheet of icy frost, as the seasons began their final change of the year. Grasses shriveled up, most fall crops were dying, and Hyrule's local waterfowl were beginning to leave for the warmer southern waters. Next spring, they would return and nest in the nearby ponds and springs.

Zelda was home alone at Links abode in Hateno, dumping what was left of the slightly damp firewood into the furnace. It was sappy wood, so now and again, she would jump from the sound of a loud crack as the heat made the wood pop and crackle viciously.

Link was supposed to return from a trip to Rito Village soon. Kass had asked for some help reaching his destination on a three-day trip, and the only path they could take ran through Lizalfos camps and Lynel territory. Link was more than happy to accompany him, always ready to lend a hand to a friend. That was four days ago, but Zelda hadn't the slightest worry. Sometimes his trips took a little longer than expected, especially when unsavory weather, monsters, or villagers needing help popped up unannounced. He was capable, that she knew of, and never doubted.

Originally, she had planned to go, but Link insisted she stay home and have some time to herself to do what she pleased, whether that be reading, writing, practicing archery, or putting together another one of her weird science experiments, as long as he didn't come home to a blown up house. She thought about it and realized she had been tagging along so much that she never made enough time for her own interests. "Actually, that's not a half-bad idea. There are some potion recipe parchments I gathered from the library. I'd like to try them and… Oh! I have to read those books too!"

Zelda was curled up on the couch reading said book. She had snatched it from Hyrule Castle's worn-down library during a scouting trip with Link. It was still intact and readable, and she took it, along with multiple others she found interesting, such as some fantasy novels, and romantic literature. This particular one was about native flora and fauna and she flipped through its pages, enamored with the scientific sketches and drawings. "Some of these flowers don't even exist anymore!"

Living in Hateno had swiftly become one of her favorite things about her new life. Though she was a princess a hundred years ago, she hadn't missed all the formalities, like those itchy ceremonial dresses, early mornings rushing to etiquette practice, or spending hours on end in freezing spring waters trying to access a power she wasn't even sure she possessed. Here, she could come and go as she pleased, spend hours indoors without someone banging on the door, rushing her to some diplomatic meeting, and, best of all, she had Link with her all the time, and there were no maids around to spread "scandalous rumors" about the pair. The worst she heard around the village was "Hey, are you Link's girlfriend?" Which she'd proudly announce "yes" to.

It was peaceful above all else. A warm fire, fuzzy lynel skin blankets, books to read, food to eat, and houseplants galore, a show of Link's green thumb. It was all she needed to be content. The only thing that could make it better was if he'd hurry on home.

Whatever pleasant thoughts she had were interrupted by three forceful knocks on the front door. She froze up and dropped the book to the floor, momentarily angered by the fact she had lost what page she was on. She really needed to invest in a bookmark.

A voice came from outside. Link's voice, albeit a bit hoarse. "Zelda? Zelda! Open up. It's me."

The moon was at its highest point in the sky. What was he doing back at that time of night, and in such cold temperatures? She pulled herself from her comfy seat, tossing the blankets to the side. "Great heavens, Link. It's midnight!" She strode towards the door. "What are you doing back at this hour-" her words were cut off by a loud gasp when she flung the door open. Instead of her knight jumping into open arms as she had hoped, she found him in a much worse off state.

First was the blood. So much fucking blood. He was covered head to toe like he had gone swimming in it. Some of it was dried, some fresh, but it was all a horrific sight. Then there were the bruises, two on his arm, one on his leg, another on his face, and there were some hidden under the torn clothing he was wearing. Some looked like they were beginning to turn blue, and Zelda worried about broken bones.

Lastly, he was paler than snow. His lips had lost their pinkish coloring, as did the tips of his ears and fingers. He looked like walking death. She noticed that his eyes were starting to dilate, as he did his best to hold her gaze, and she grew worried, knowing that usually, that happens right before…

"Sweet Hylia! Link!" She saw him begin to sway forward, and she lunged, grabbing him under his arms and hauling him upwards, and he garbled something unintelligible.

"Huh? What?"

She gave him a few seconds to come back to. "Bandages… and there's elixirs by the sink." He swayed again and she held him steady. "The table. Please."

"Right, right. Here, arm over my shoulders." She helped him lift his left arm over her, and slowly, they made their way to the kitchen table, where she plopped him down in a chair and only went to fetch his requested items when she was sure he wouldn't collapse again.

She came back only moments later, and Link mumbled again. "Can't see…"

"It's alright, I'm right here." The biggest gash was on his outer right thigh, and she immediately went to work wrapping it as tightly as she could manage, earning several pained noises from Link. "All this blood…"

"Most of it's not mine." He grumbled.

"I'm unsure whether that's better or worse." She finished off the bandaging and popped open an elixir for Link to take. "Here. Don't chug it all at once or you'll vomit. Little sips."

He did as he was told, slowly taking little sips at a time, while Zelda got to work on some of his lesser wounds. A cut on his shoulder, a bruise to his stomach, a puncture in his arm, a slash across his top lip, a lesion to his shoulder blade, the list went on and on, but Zelda was quick. What felt like a month's supply of medical bandages later, she was sure she had every single one cleaned and dressed, and some were starting to heal at the edges thanks to the healing elixir. Link had already opened his second one and was starting to drink it too, and she had to remind him again to go slow.

She was wetting a washcloth in the sink when Link tried to stand, but stars clouded his vision as soon as he did, and his body suddenly felt like lead. He landed back on the chair with a heavy thud, making Zelda panic, and rush over.

"Don't try that! You've lost far too much blood. Besides, I'm still working on these." She pointed to a cut with stitches that she had worked on. "Try to raise your arms. I need to get these filthy clothes off of you." 

He languidly hoisted them upwards, and Zelda took extra caution in maneuvering the fabric around all his wounds, worried about infecting them. She tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, then crouched down, undoing his belt. "Pants too." A little bit of color returned to his face as he froze. 

"Link-"

"Yeah! Yeah…" He snapped out of it and lifted his hips so she could get the garment off. It was safe to say that everything he was wearing would be tossed out or burned, and he was left sitting in his boxers.

Zelda backed up and finally took a good look. He looked like hell had swallowed him whole, chewed him up, and spat him back to earth. The injuries were all dressed, but he didn't look any better. He looked defeated. She squeezed the washcloth in her hands, and strode over, gingerly wiping some dried blood off his collarbones. "Oh, Link. What happened out there?"

He said nothing. Instead, he just looked over at the wall, clearly not wanting to say. Zelda wiped more blood and gore off of him before pressing for an answer. "Link." She brought a finger under his chin and gently, but firmly, pulled him to face her. "What? Happened?" She punctuated each word.

Beat, he sighed roughly, like a balloon losing all its air, and pressed a hand to his forehead. "Yiga."

"Fucking hell, Link."

"I know, I know. Don't berate me, the wounds were a lesson enough." He coughed wetly. "Shit."

Finished with her work, she took the blood-stained cloth and tossed it on top of the ruined clothing. "How many were there?"

He held up his fingers to count and then dropped them. "Ten? Twenty? I don't know. They just kept appearing. It felt like an ambush."

"I don't see how it couldn't have been an ambush. Are they all dead?"

"Yes-" he caught himself. "No. Wait. No. I… well… I got some of them but I- I just-" It pained him to even say it.

"You did what?" She questioned. He looked at her for a moment, trying to calm his nerves, which were becoming more frayed by the second. Zelda knew what he had done. He wouldn't have been there had he not, but she knew just how much it bothered him, so she placed a hand on his. "Ran away. You ran for your life."

She felt his body tense at the fact. "I- I ran. I ran as fast as I could." His voice broke and Zelda swore she heard her heart shatter into a million little pieces. "I took down a few, then more came for me. I got overrun, and… one of them cut my arm, then another. I just- there were too many." He brought his head up and looked straight at her, and Zelda suddenly realized she was witnessing something she had never seen before. "I just ran. They chased me but I ran." Tears were now flowing, dripping onto the bandages.

"I was scared, Zelda. I was so fucking scared."

Those few words made him feel more bare and seen than he had ever felt before, and his breathing got more erratic as every silent second passed by. 

Zelda stood, taking both his hands in hers, and tugging. He stood up, still jaded, but a little confused as she slowly led him towards the couch, and the warm, but dimming fire. She sat down first, never letting him go, then guided him to follow. His breathing was still labored, and she worried he would pass out again. "Come here, love." 

Moving hurt him, from every part of his body, and he would hiss in pain every time a wounded part of him would hit the side of the couch, or he would put weight on the wrong leg. Slowly, he eased himself down on top of Zelda, until he was able to wrap his arms around her shoulders and release some of his body weight. He let out a long breath of relief.

She shifted slightly to grab a blanket off the floor, and he whined. "Sorry." She dragged the blanket up over them both, covering him just below his shoulders, and he shifted to get more comfortable. He looked at her, and she looked like she was thinking hard. Gazing upon his battered body and teary face with a judging look, as she did with those weird experiments of hers.

"Zelda. Say something. Anything."

She looked like she had been pulled from a trance, and she sighed, letting her hands drift under the blanket as she rubbed up and down his sides and back. He felt like he could fall asleep at the first touch. "My dear, sweet knight. Of all the courageous, boar-headed, and downright crazy things I've seen you do," She brought her hand to his face, "I think this is, by far, the bravest thing you've ever done."

"But-" Link couldn't believe his ears, and he perked them, curiously. "But I ran!"

"You did, you ran for your life. You ran as fast as you could go and because of that you are alive, Link. You came home to me because you ran."

He was starstruck, and Zelda's patience was wearing paper thin. She leaned forward, pulling him in and kissing him as hard and fervently as ever, making him squeak, but she slowed as she felt him melt, like wax over flame. She kept telling herself to be gentle, not breaking him any more than he already was.

He tried to mumble something, and she pulled back, letting him catch his breath to speak. 

"It's not right. That wasn't courage, that was fear. I was frightened." Tears returned anew, though not as much as before. "It's not right. I'm supposed to be a hero, courage incarnate. Not whatever the hell this is." He gestured to himself, placing his hand on his chest.

She took his hand and wrapped him back around her shoulders. "Link, true courage is knowing when to run. If you didn't, you wouldn't be fighting another day." She frowned. "You never would have come home. To me."

Link sniffled, and buried his face in her neck, trying and failing to get closer when there was no more air between them, and Zelda curled around him, sheltering and warming him until his whimpers and cries got quieter and quieter, until all she heard was heavy breaths. He finally peeled himself away from her, sitting up a little straighter. She put her hand back to his cheek and he all but melted at the touch, pushing closer to her. She smelled like pine and chamomile, and Link wondered for a moment if he really had died and made it to heaven.

He glanced at her lips and leaned forward. "Kiss me?" And Zelda fought back a smirk.

Oranges. She had been eating oranges because he tasted the faint citrus flavor every time he kissed her. Maybe some strawberries too, but mostly the oranges. She pressed harder into the kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth and making him moan. He had surrendered, too tired to take control, but more than willing to let her take charge.

It went on until the embers in the fire started to die out, and Zelda pulled back, nor before placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I love you, Link, but now I want you to rest, ok?" He nodded, sad they had to stop, but his yawn told him she was right. "Lay down. I'm not going anywhere."

She saw the way he looked around them, out the windows, and at the door. The horrors of the ambush are still fresh in his mind, so she had to remind him that he was safe. "Link, no one is going to get you." She lifted her hand to him, and a faint glow of the Triforce shone just under the skin. "Not while I'm here. Now sleep, my knight."

He felt so lucky to have her, and he smiled widely, taking her hand, still faintly glowing, and pressing a kiss to it, before settling down, and laying his head on her chest. "I love you too, Princess. More than you'll ever know." He was out within minutes, breathes coming in slight wheezes from the injuries, but comfortable other than that.

Zelda watched for a while before she felt herself grow weary and fatigued. She scooted down, careful not to wake him, and snuggled closer. "Goodnight my love."

Seeing him in such a state pained her. Images of red-clad warriors with curved blades and white masks danced in her head, filling her with seething, fiery rage. Like hell, they were going to take someone else she loved out of her life. Not a chance. Not with her alive and kicking. She'd kill Ganon a hundred times over to protect him, so some Yiga ambush was nothing.

"Link, I promise you. I will find them, and I will destroy… Every. Last. One." With her promise sealed, she allowed herself to drift off.

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Fanfic Art Dump Galore

by TheLoneliestOne Just a place where I'm dropping my drawing that I've done for my fics along the way~~   Yes, I refuse to get a tumblr xD or will I crumble!? Stay tune to ~ Yes, I'm a dumbass ~ Words: 539, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: Fanart, art dump for my fics, I'm lazy atm to figure out tags, so I'll fix them out later, Sketches via https://ift.tt/OQZYlUH

[azzzhat]

I swear this account isn't dead, I'm just too bogged down by schoolwork to draw as frequently D:

thank you to the wonderful person who sent me fanart by the way! you gave me the motivation to make this <3

now, i present to thee: very belated official art of unmasked gem

[aleepime]

Awawawa! I’m finally back on tumblr, after like a year! I don’t know- I think it’s close enough to that but Tumblr does have better way of posting images then Instagram does.

Here is my reworked ducksona Grapple, my beloved hobgoblin gremlin piece of work. I’ve been told that he possibly sounds like Invader Zim, so I can’t unhear it know. Is he a DT or DW Oc? Uh- both? I never categorised so he just sits in both, like the mad genius he is- ;))

[windblume-beloved]

next set!

pairings: albedo, xiao, and kaeya x gn!reader

wc: 182, 121, 113

tw: none!

a/n @starfell-traveler anyways volleyball vibes amirite

"Nice kill!"

Shoes squeaked against the court for the nth time as a match ends. Holding out water for the team, your eyes land on him, someone who has captivated you ever since this camp started.

- obviously this man is a setter

- the brains, the look, it just screams setter energy ok

- probably known for setter dumps when you least expect it and it's always super funny because he makes this smug face that makes you wanna punch him but it's ok guys he's cute

- anyhoo he's managed to capture your heart (along with a lot of fans,,,)

- but he chose to become friends with you and he's real sweet around you!!

- sometimes brings his little sister klee to practice because he couldn't find a sitter so you get to watch practice with her

- during training camps he plays like there's no tomorrow- especially against the liyue team

- something about a setter rivalry with xiao?? you don't know all the details

- at the end of the day though, he lets you braid his hair whole he wears this comfy sweater and round glasses while sketching to wind down

- ask to wear his jersey

- ASK TO WEAR HIS JERSEY

- he's usually stoic but if you ask to wear it he'll erupt into a blush while handing it to you

- also a setter argue with a wall

- probably a prodigy who played because zhongli played as his mentor

- old coach maybe 👀

- but he jumps really high

- like really really high

- probably like me and gets super sweaty but you're not complaining it's lowkey attractive (thirst traps,,,)

- give him a little ponytail I beg of you

- he gets super flustered if you just watch him practice for some reason

- dw xiao it's cute

- ignores all his fangirls and is partially rude but that's because he genuinely doesn't know what to do 💀

- if you two are close he might ask you to pretend to be his partner,,,so they'll leave him alone

- might have to become a permanent thing tho 👁👁

- THIS LIL SHIT

- middle blocker energy

- "y/nnnn could you rub my shoulders? my back is aching~"

- asks you to tie up his hair every single practice

- play with his hair and see his reaction I dare you

- him n diluc have a minor rivalry even though they're on the same team 🙄 dramatic mf

- something about their dad having to retire from coaching and kaeya almost quitting??? ask them and you might get hit /j

- inbetween water breaks he flirts with you istg

- anyways see those calves 👀

- fangirls galore my golly

- flirts with them as a joke but if you say anything whether you're upset or insecure he drops it immediately

©windblume-beloved. any translations and reposts are considered plagiarism

[endless-shelter]

Sketch dump from over the summer? More likely than you think! This isn't everything, just a couple of random shenanigans, and out of order KSNDJDK we got AUs, different fandom ocs, standalone ocs! OC galore!! And as always, Baron belongs to @hunting-at-least-69-witches

[wild-houseplant]

Hello Plant!!! I found a moment and would like to pose a few questions from the OTP asks. For Rhodri and Zevran:

5. Describe their cozy night in.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

And/or

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

Please feel free to pick the ones you like and to take as long as you'd like ^^ Lovely even temperatures to you and a spectacular day! And give Rhodri and Zevran all my love ^^

Hello my excellent and superb friend :3 I really appreciate you sending me the ask!! I am greedy and will choose them all, and as I rabbit on and on and on I will be steadily wishing you a very long sequence of perfect days and excellent temperatures.

And, of course, Rhod and Zev send their best love to you. Please keep half an eye on your nearest window; I'm told they had a bit of a shopping spree, as is their wont, and gifts are coming your way in untold quantities. I hid my own presents for you in there too, though, so as to bum off their postage. One must get one's money's worth, don't you think?

Under the cut, you know the score. The curse of the waffler! ok but I kid you not, I went all-out on this one. It's seriously long.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

This will be a lengthy answer, my spiffing friend, as there are headcanons galore in here. I humbly offer my condolences and sincere appreciation for your manifold patience! :D

my tl;dr for this is that they might sit and do their own thing together (Zevran will read, play the mandolin and/or sing, cook, and draw; Rhodri will read and enjoy his singing); dancing is also a thing, and Rhodri starts getting a mite... how would you call it... dumping the affection (sfw).

A cosy night in means they've got time alone, because the Callistus-Amell family usually spend evenings together at every possible opportunity, so it'd mean the parents and siblings all have prior engagements.

Not that they're not a cosy bunch, per se. There's plenty of contentment to be had, but they'll often be pretty involved in some activity or another that you couldn't call cosy. Stuff like dancing, taking in a show, attending a gala, paying visits to friends or vice-versa... probably the closest thing they get to cosy would be sitting and chatting-- and lord knows Aurelio and Revka just won't shut up. Factor in the boisterous twins Mazarin and Evander, plus the quieter but still involved Owen and Bethann, and now also Rhodri and Zevran, and the bastards will stay up until all hours. They don't go to bed until the beloved housekeeper politely but firmly shooes them out around daybreak.

One particular thing I think they'd love, if they wanted something really low-key, would be to just sit together and do their own thing.

I think Zevran in particular would really enjoy this avenue because up to now, he's never really had the opportunity to pursue his interests. The Crows were awful, physically and mentally, about people doing what made them happy, and it’s a forbidden pleasure he now-- tentatively-- relishes. He could turn his hand to anything but I can see him being a voracious reader if given the chance. He also seems to dabble a lot in arty things (tattoo artistry, dance, the mandolin, etc.), which is frankly perfect since the Callistus-Amell bunch are great patrons of the arts, both in Tevinter and Kirkwall.

So now, with an entire library, more comfy chairs than you can shake a packet of peanuts at, and basically anything else his heart desires, Zevvo can park himself beside/on/against Rhodri and devour a pile of books, or practice the mandolin or some other instrument, do some sketching... gosh, he could do whatever he pleased. To actually have the means to pursue what he enjoys, and to actually have that encouraged by Rhodri and the family means more to him than he can find the words for. Better still, it’s not only encouraged but modelled by the rest of the family, and so he treasures the times where he and Rhod can sit together and feed their interests, and share them without fear of something awful coming from the other.

Also, not to be ridiculous, but I hc that he has a very pleasant singing voice- somewhere between baritone and tenor, I can't quite decide, but absolutely splendid vibrato either way- and if he's in the mood to have Rhodri rocking them hard enough to tip the chair over backwards, he'll take the ol' vocal cords out for a spin. Happens more often than we’d think.

As for Rhodri, she's usually reading or writing. Creative outlets done by someone's own hand are limited for Tevinter Altus. The HC here is that the Altus place such high value on convenience that they hire other people to do just about everything for them. It's a lot of work to learn to play an instrument well, or draw well, or act, or anything really. Dancing and maybe designing their own outfits would be about the limit. Maybe crafting stupendous insults to whip out in the Magisterium. Nothing beyond that, though. In practice, this means that if they want something arty, they'll hire someone for that. A singer, an artist, an actor. It's small change for them. If they’re good at it themselves, it’s by sheer miracle.

(It's been that way for ages; many Vints are under the impression that it's the same in other countries. To this day, Rhodri's father Aurelio is convinced that her mother Revka, who is a classically-trained singer, was naturally born with a beautiful voice. He has often taken umbrage to accusations (in Revka's absence, of course) that this is untrue, and swears on his own grave that his wife has never taken a music lesson in her life. Revka has no idea he is under this impression. It's gorgeous oblivion.)

They might dance!

Both of them are great on their feet and love to tear up the dance floor. The Antivan dancing style tends to be a little lacking in modesty compared to the Tevinter approach (think bachata vs. zouk, respectively), which means it's best kept for home. Better for if they're feeling energetic.

Zevran could get seized by a Fast and Ridiculous Mood. Or Rhodri could.

As it says on the tin. What usually happens is one of them ponders something absurd (e.g. 'how hard would it be to recreate a raincloud indoors?' 'will a stack of 250 pancakes weigh more than me?'). Really weird shit, and they ponder it aloud. The other one hears it and gets a wild look in their eye, and next minute you've got the love child of Jackass and Mythbusters unfolding as they get to the bottom of it.

Massage and Tevinter gestures of appreciation (SFW)

Rhod's nowhere near as good at massage as Zevran- at least initially, but has anyone else ever offered him so much as a back rub? Not on your life. She's not awful at it, just amateurish, but Zevran enjoys it all the same. Sometimes he can persuade Rhodri to let him give her one, even though it's "not his job" to do something nice for his stupid wife. Rhodri is a damned fool. Usually if he explains it's for teaching purposes, or to keep his skills current, she's much more amenable. Both are true, and they're the more palatable truths.

Rhodri's also very hung up on showing Zevran that they are equals and that she doesn't consider herself above him in any way. This is especially the case once they're back in Tevinter and it becomes quite clear that she could, in theory, exercise a lot of unfair power over him.

With that in mind, in comes my last headcanon for this question: in Tevinter and Antiva, and parts of Rivain, the feet were once-- and in some contexts still are-- considered a dirty part of the body. Kissing or washing someone's feet are the most significant displays of deference, reverence, and respect in all three nations. Unfortunately, most of the time it's done by slaves who are forced to show submission to their masters, and it's often done in public.

Now, I hope it goes without saying that Rhodri would rather display things like reverence and respect to Zev through everyday behaviour- actually asking for his opinion before reaching a decision together; doing her best to give him whatever reasonable thing he wants; checking in on him; fixing his problems wherever she can and looking ahead to anticipate what he might need, often at cost (often small, but) to her energy and time for herself. Things that actually have an impact on your life, and are petty much what her father would expect of his heir.

But these things are what she considers to be displays of genuine care for someone’s wellbeing, and tender as they might be to onlookers, she doesn’t attach too much emotional significance to them. Certainly she does them lovingly, and out of love, but also out of moral obligations. She performs them almost reflexively, because she has spent her whole life doing it and doesn’t know any different. The result of this is that they come at minimal emotional cost to her.

At the complete opposite end of this, for Rhodri at least, is feet-washing. Showing your love is one thing; showing the extent of it is quite another. There’s no practical reason to wash Zevran’s feet; he is a fastidiously clean man, and his feet are rarely dirty, especially indoors. The only real purpose to being sat down as someone gets on their knees and tenderly washes your clean feet in fragrant water is a symbolic one. And culturally speaking, a Magister kissing or washing the feet of anyone is unheard of, except perhaps for their parents, or the Archon. Her doing it to him is just bananas by Vint standards. Actually, to an outsider it's probably closer to embarrassing because it's so implausible as to seem gauche, if not outright mockery.

But Rhodri does mean it. She’s completely, deadly serious every single time, because as far as she’s concerned, this is the most truthful (and emotionally costly) way of conveying to Zevvo how highly she thinks of him and treasures him, and how she sees herself in relation to him. Rhod’s not given to talking about her emotions. Her father didn’t allow it with anyone but him, and she finds words to be frustratingly inadequate. (In fact, she was extremely distressed about one of the last letters she sent to Zevran while they were apart; he had asked her if she missed him and she considered her response woefully understated, and upon their reunion in Kirkwall, bypassed greetings and kissed his feet in front of a very astonished Fenris, Isabela, Varric, and Cousin Tank).

So in practice, expressing the depth of this particularly strong one, even to Zevran, is like offering herself up on a platter.  Especially in her case, because in her heart of hearts, she’s such a proud person, and painfully aware that whatever she does could easily be interpreted as hyperbole. In Kinloch Hold, she was roundly mocked for her rather jarring honesty (among other things), and the embarrassment of having something as tender and privately valued as the depth of her affections being mistaken for dramatics, well. I think it would be more than she could stand, and she’d never do it again. But hey, it was explained to Zevran the first time, gravely and in a very soft, embarrassed voice, and the importance was understood immediately.

And better still, Zevran relishes it. He wasn’t sure what he’d think of it at first, since it’s a rather unexpected gesture (by his standards). But yanno, Rhodri’s ‘moral obligation’ loving gestures shocked and awkward-ed the hell out of him for an entire year, and he ended up feeding off them, so. By the time his shoes were off he was convinced, and the bugger swan-dived into the affection like a hog into the trough. He sees the change that comes over her whenever they do it, and since he’s the one usually doing the opening-up emotionally, it feels good to be on the other end for a whole host of reasons. He’s encouraging and appreciative in that gentle way he has, and so she keeps offering.

Anyway, on a night in, she'll probably ask to wash his feet at the end of the evening, and he’ll accept with alacrity. The added bonus of this, of course, is that Tevinter nights are often quite warm. Even without all the humble-adoring-devoted symbolism shit, cool water on the feet before bed is the Good Stuff.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

Oh, it's resolved pretty quick for Zevvo. Though Rhod's not as good of a healer as her younger twin siblings, she's a dab hand at anaesthesia- both in the sense of taking away pain and sedation. Zevran's never out of sorts for too long with her to hand, and once Mazarin and Evander bustle in with some foul-tasting cure-all, the matter is resolved before the hour's out. If it takes longer, Rhodri appoints herself as both his nurse and his doctor, and keeps a close eye on him. Most of his issues are chronic, and they have detailed plans from top healers on how to manage them, so she's quick to leap into action and get him as comfy as soon as she can.

Rhod's not so good at being unwell, unfortunately. Not on her own. There are a lot of things that make her uncomfortable in everyday life. Loud noises, certain fabrics, tight shoes, weird temperatures... it's all go in Autism Land. Usually, the way illness manifests in her is that her skin aches. Just a full-body oversensitivity. Light touches are especially painful; clothes or skin glancing over skin are agony. She can't get comfortable; it's always at the forefront of her mind, and it's so distracting that she can't always puzzle out what the bloody problem is before a meltdown is imminent.

Zevran, bless him, only needed to witness this once; now he can spot it from a mile away. Once she starts trying to straitjacket herself with her robes, or she flinches when he touches her, he'll let her know his suspicion that she's not well and she'll arrange for the healer. Even knowing why she's uncomfortable helps, but sparing her pride by letting her sort it out herself is a kindness that she appreciates so much. He'll help out if the pain is stopping her from getting it done, or get her father to do it, but most of the time that's not necessary. Smart feller, that Zevvo.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Somewhat unsure, I tried to ask Rhodri what she'd do for Zevran, and she flat-out refused to participate. As far as she's concerned, it's not an appropriate thing to do when elves are commodified for their looks and have had very little agency over their bodies in general. On top of that, in the event her outfit selection deviated from any of Zevran’s own personal style preferences, she would be horrified if he started doing that thing just to please her. She wasn’t having a bar of Zevran’s gentle reassurances that that wouldn’t happen if she didn’t want it to. If we can put that all aside and delve into her reptile brain, though, where such notions float around unformed and certainly unsaid, she'd probably kit him out in the flowy Antivan shirts he's fond of, in the very finest silks. Complements his shoulders, and better still if it’s tucked in to show off his waistline. The shirt's probably in a jewel colour- purple is my first guess. Tan breeches made of top-notch Antivan leather, and boots of the same, rounded off with an embossed leather belt. Jewellery, especially gold and with precious stones, would be worn generously- possibly more than Zevran would usually wear. (Rhod's got the most awful weak spot for seeing him wear finery that he enjoys, and sometimes she does just take it a little further than necessary). Fingers, toes, ears, neck, wrists-- a nose ring, if he fancies... hell, if he’ll let someone weave filigree gold chain into his braids, it’ll be done.

Zevran has absolutely no problem with kitting Rhodri out for the day, mostly because he knows she wouldn't wear anything she didn't want to, so if he chose something out of the ordinary and she wanted to wear it to please him, it'd have to please her as well. (he sighs and quietly wishes she'd feel the same in regard to him, but what can one do?)

That said, what he’d want choose for her outfit isn’t something she tends to wear any more. As a child, she absolutely did, and the rest of her family certainly dress in it now, but her own pair is much simpler than theirs: traditional Tevinter loungewear. He’d kit her out in an exquisite robe made of Imperial vestment cotton, in peacock green, royal blue, or deep red with gold chain detailing around the seams. It’d be a short-ish wraparound robe that came to the hips or mid-thigh paired with matching pants and a pair of soft shoes.

If Rhodri were really willing to humour him, Zevran would go ham accessorising her, too. Earrings, chain finger rings, cuff bracelets, one of those decorative headchains... she wouldn’t look out of place on the front cover of Lonely Planet: Tevinter edition.

42. What’s their favourite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching snowstorms, etc.)

Ahhh, you know what? They’re tropical babies. The year in Ferelden (plus the other twelve in Kinloch Hold for Rhodders), was spent missing the humid afternoon weather. The hot day in both Minrathous and Antiva City builds all through the morning and midday into a swelter, clouds gather, and the air is heavy and exhausting. People who can wangle it will take cover with a cool drink and good company (book or person), or a bed, and spend the next hour enjoying the flash of relief as the rain clears out the humidity and the thunder/lightning gives them something to watch.

Rhodri and Zevran make time to enjoy it together as often as they possibly can, often daily. Usually, especially since she was cured of the Taint, Rhodri’s pretty dozy by this point in the day, and Zevran won’t say no to extra rest either, so they’ll often take the opportunity to sprawl out on a day bed in the observatory or, when the heat’s especially oppressive, outside undercover. Say a few words, knock back a cool drink, and then drift off to sleep. What more could a person want?

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Sketch dump part 2: family galore

1) Dad Miri meeting tiny son

2) Someone gave them this baby onesie as a gift(spoiler: it was Bakugou)

3) Mom and baby

4) Izumi is having regrets

5) That feel when your mom's a demon and decides to start embarrassing you in goth language from a young age

6) and 7) Fun fact: Izumi doesn't like horror movies. At all.

8) A good parent teaches their child from a young age that life is bullshit

9) Recording a baby Mira that found something interesting off-camera(Mirio totally got that onesie so he could tease Izumi about her being her clone)

10) Hisashi's first picture

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Jacen Sketch-dump #3:

Good friends, cousins, old flames, and potential love interests galore as I practice different couple references by Kibbitzer. (PS- Their Patreon is wonderful, and anyone who is interested/able should go donate!)

Some characters were requested, others made up on the fly, but all of them have names and headcanons now because that’s how I work! lol

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Sanders Bros Au Masterlist

Story:

(premise)

A living hell

Roman watched their parents change from good to awful

the parents werent great

a bit more on the abuse

Logan’s scars

more on those

and roman has prejudices

Getting out

i.. had a dream, once

Ro gets a job and stuff

learn to work around each others

more of that

Logan’s timer

quirks i guess?

a trigger for V

The night they left

Logan and V bonding

Livin’ cramped

some more headcanons and Qs

They get to have free meals at Roman’s job now

the bros vs people

good memories tho

Making it

Thomas!

Thomas finding out about the bros

More about Roman

Roman’s first premiere ft. the bros

Patton angst (tw: he has depression in this au)

more on that

general Patton hc

V’s not good at camera-ing

Remy’s in this guys

Remy and the genderfluid agenda

Dee!

The band‘s origin kinda

virgil and dee’s relationship kinda

V’s stage fainting

A shit show

the parents are back and boy is it ugly

bad people are everywhere and V gets it bad

more on that

Nightmares galore

smokin’s bad for u

Healing

TheY TakE A BreAk

Sleepxiety’s canon in this.

more on that

even more on that

Patton’s job(s)

Thomas and Roman sitting in a tree

k-i-s-s-i-n-g

more on that i guess lol

Logan about Remy and Dee

Pat about Dee

Dee’s story kinda  More on that

sometimes V attends Logan’s classes

on V Dee and Remy

Christmas!!

Art:

Family portrait

baby pictures!

Roman!

Logan!

Patttonnnn

hiding from folks

Lo with bbV

Roman singing to bbV and bbPat

Their small flat! and a glow up!

Roman’s bedtime stories!

the sweet lesbian couple neighbors

Logan with some cool bro hand-me-downs

Some sleepxiety in this and this(nsfw)

Line up!!

Roman’s first Movie

Tomas meeting the bros! and V

Roman’s first premiere!

Talyn and Joan are tiny V’s idols

halloween halloween!!

ice cream you scream

They grow up one day i guess

Goblin roman

Remy’s a disaster gay (again)

surprise, Deceit’s in this au (he’s a good-ish boy dont worry)

SPIN HUG Retrouvailles

midnight dancing idiots

V and Remy’s coming out

Virgil and Thomas duet

Patton and Virgil duet too

Thomas is concerned about roman’s sleep smh

Patton and Dee are soft like sometimes

but mostly they’re dorks

Dee and Remy being lovestruck fools

bb rem! and bb Dee!

sketch dump

Logan has friends i swear

Remy the nb god

(and goddess)

Dee’s love for sneks

The celeb couple everyone actually likes

Tour bus smooches

CoveR MAgAZinE

Neon Show boos

the bros tattoo! details

V and pat’s tattoo

moodboards

The Band (has a name now) and merch!

Remy and Dee are basically V’s personal army

Fashion Lineup!!

Comics:

bb Patton and Virgil bonding

Leaving

Logan at the principal’s uh oh

Roman takes care or his bros;

Logan

Virgil

Patton

Roman needs a nap

Movie nights

aftermath of that

V helps Lo

A V good B-day(get it?)

A new friend appears!

Remy’s closet (ah get it?)

Virgil gets everyone to dye their hair thats just how he is

Remy finally fucking confesses (Part two)

Pat and Dee hook up at one point

downs are sad but theres always ups

Pat learns new things about Dee uh oh

Other important stuff i guess

“I’m telling you three times”

they love each others lots

they queer bros

Playlists

general

Roman’s lullabies