#support: olivia

[laslow]

Love, Persevering

starter for: @macawbre , @timidsteps <3

He wakes with a gasp.

Curled up on his side, all loose limbs, he stares wide-eyed at the wall, heart thundering in his ears. A hand rests on his stomach. Seconds tick by before he gathers the courage to peek beneath the covers, steeling himself for whatever awaits--

No blood stains pristine sheets, no tears mar the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, Laslow sits up. Lets the sheet fall away, shaking fingernails scratching his stomach as he yanks up the hem. Nothing. Only faded scars from battles long past stare back at him; there's nothing proving the events of the last month.

It all felt so real. The stage, the voice in his head. But there, at the end, it all faded to black. Emptiness where there was once sensation. He'd been weightless, floating aimlessly until he returned to himself with a startled inhale.

Gods. Already his memories feel fuzzy, like he's viewing them through a frosted glass. Could that all have been a dream, then? Some magical experiment? He prays so. They never found the missing women and children--he'll only live with himself knowing their plight wasn't real.

He slips out of bed, anxiety making it impossible to try falling back asleep. Woodenly, he dresses, mind still processing everything. He grabs his dancer's rings without making a conscious choice. Little else will settle his nerves when he's this rattled.

Laslow's silent on his way to his little forest clearing. The very air feels different. Charged, as if it knows something fundamental is different. He doesn't dare let his guard down, starting at every little noise.

So keyed up, in fact, he nearly dismisses the two figures a few feet ahead of him as an extension of his dreams. Laslow stops dead, rings clutched protectively across his chest. He's a teenager again, having traveled back in time to prevent a future no child show grow up in.

(He's four years old, seeking comfort after a nightmare.)

"....Mom? Dad?" He croaks in disbelief.

[anankelotus]

A Song of Birthrights and Love

starter for @dancing-rose

Arriving back the academy makes Anankos feel like he can breath again, no more worries of the dreams burdening his already heavy heart. He’s glad to be back, but at what cost? Sure, no one was truly lost, but the grief can still overwhelm him so easily.

He wanders the academy’s halls, as if he is searching for a way to lift that weight, though he knows that he will not. There is nothing that can do such a thing for him, not here, not now.

He pauses in his sorrow, as he hears a familiar telltale jingle. The bells of a dancer were unmistakable, and he could never forget such a sound, no matter how long he had been anyway from any sort of performer. He smiles fondly, thinking back on times long past, happier times where there weren’t so many worries weighing on him, times when there weren’t so many who had called Valla home that were gone now.

He stares quietly before he says anything to the woman, and he surely looks terribly creepy. But he can’t help it, how bad he is at talking to people. And it’s such a weird offer anyway, there was no way she would accept. He sighs, but... surely there was no harm in trying... right?

“Excuse me... but you are a quite the wonderful dancer, and... sorry if this offer sounds weird...! But even though I am not that skilled at them myself, I would surely be honoured if you would allow me to attempt to teach you some dances from the kingdom I come from. I may be a bit rusty at the dancing, but I still remember them at the very least... it would be please me greatly to teach such things that have been lost to time to everyone else...”

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

These two mfs change their haircut more than some bitches change their underwear:

Maybe it’s like a spin on a drinking game. “Take a shot every time you get shot, kidnapped, tortured, or punched in the face,” except instead of a tequila it’s just scissors and hair dye.

[arkiwii]

i was supposed to draw something sad but my hands slipped, so oops?

[nymika-arts]

Store update (and more)!

Hey everyone, it's been a minute! I've got a few things to update y'all on, but first things first, I've just finished a big update on my store! There's a bunch of fun new products for you to check out, like phone charms, print, and keychains, as well as restocks of some favourites. Click here to take a look if you're interested ✨️ AND use the code SUMMER10 to get 10% off your whole order! I won't be sharing this discount anywhere else it's special for the tumblr girlies <3

And now some other business: reviews! my shop platform has just added a reviews feature; it would mean the absolute world to me if anyone who has purchased from me before could leave a review on my shop or on the product they ordered (bonus points if you've got pictures!). It doesn't have to be long, just a li'l something to let other people know what you loved about it, or to let me know if there's anything I can improve on. Just scroll to the bottom of the main shop or product pages to find the review section. And thank you so so much in advance to anyone who takes the time to write one 💖

I've also just moved away from home and into a new apartment, which I mostly wanted to mention because it means I don't have easy access to a printer, so I won't be able to offer as many prints as often on my store. However, I will be keeping my Inprnt shop updated! (And if there's anything that you can't find there, just let me know and I can upload it.) So between the two, you should be able to find anything you're looking for 😊. It also means I've got some new expenses to take care of (and unfortunately a job that doesn't pay very well 🥲) so I'm relying more than ever on my art for income while I search for something better.

If you'd like to support my art but aren't interested in purchasing anything, please give this post a reblog or share it with your friends! You can also donate to my ko-fi if you'd like.

Thank you so much to everyone who has ever supported me and everyone who continues to do so, you are the loveliest people and the reason I'm still doing what I love 🥰 mwah!

[layla-keating]

OLIVIA BAKER & SPENCER JAMES ALL AMERICAN | 6.12 "Draft Day"

[winter-seance]

Broadchurch (2013-17) Episode 2.01

[dlartistanon]

wait wait WAIT did joyce straight up say 'my life has color because of you' WHERE i am DYING

Hahaha, sadly no, that was a reference to a PtiloSil fic my friend wrote! It's a line that's permanently etched into my brain whenever I think of Joyce and her feelings for Olivia. It really does sound like something she'd say though, doesn't it? Especially when Dorothy's Vision had this:

Ptilopsis's Operator Record, her "Diary" segment in the Stories of Afternoon vignette, and Silence's Operator Record are chock-full of PtiloSil goodness. AND THE MANHUA CRANKS UP THE INTIMACY--

[elliot-olivia]

Okay, Detective. Tell me why. Whatever’s inside this box, you’re afraid it’s too normal.

[serrangelic-art]

the bestiessss

[continuous-spec]

Wonderful commission of my Olivia Shepard by @thatwildwolfart ❤️❤️❤️

[laslow]

After the long and treacherous travels across distant lands of different shapes and sizes to find her son from a different life- Olivia finally reaches her destination upon the gates of Garreg Mach. The snow flurries sprinkle the crowns of two, and Olivia couldn't help but smile quietly to herself of how thematic it would seem to finally greet her lost child on his birthday.

Where was his whereabouts? She couldn't be so entirely sure. First she and her partner ought to settle themselves right in, the formalities and rules to be followed and such. Olivia is reminded of Emmeryn's presence and sacrifice as she thinks about the backbone of the Academy- the arch bishop who has ambitions to unite these countries. Olivia learned a lot about Fodlan by their most unlikely tour guide, Henry.

The two were allowed to enter past the gates, and the dancer observes the merchants and artesians taking stock for the morning. All too shy to give them a simple wave of hello.

Olivia grips her cloak for support, hoping she would find the courage to greet Inigo and remind him that he isn't alone.

The hallways of the academy were grand and ornate, with banners and scarlet rugs for decor. There were plenty of students and faculty, conversing in groups as some make their way towards their destination.

Olivia started to wonder about the trail of possibilities, but all halts when she takes a glance of a familiar form from what feels from so long ago. Abruptly, she drops her satchel and comes running up the stairway, shouting out their name. " Inigo!" With once timid steps with their eyes averted - she kept her focus straight ahead. " Inigo! " She didn't know she had it in her to run as fast as she did, to wrap her arms to cling so fast in a room filled with people. Olivia usually would consider her actions before making them, but she was so happy to finally find what she was looking for. A family.

" My baby… Oh! Happy birthday! " There were dew drops spilling down her cheeks, but she wasn't afraid to look at him. As she tugs at his cheek.

The moment was spontaneous as it ended just as abrupt. There were people around these halls and a few students were curiously observing. Olivia had to pull herself away, rubbing her bicep to quell her anxiety.

"Um.. my apologies, I happened to get carried away in my excitement…. Oh! I do have a present for you though, where--" she looks for her satchel and realized she dropped it down the stairs.

Thankfully it wouldn't become lost, for Henry kept a watchful eye over it.

His birthday always brings with it mood swings.

Excitement, of course, for he's always loved celebrating another year of bringing smiles to those around him. (And the mere fact he's still alive is a bonus.) Melancholy follows close; for every joyous laugh, a pang of loneliness echoes in his heart. While the celebrations of his childhood are nothing more than a dim memory, he's never denied he's sentimental.

So he wanders the halls of the monastery with a fresh flower crown atop his head and a dazzling smile fixed firmly in place. He will not succumb to depression so early in the day if it's the last thing he does.

Laslow waves merrily at everyone he passes, social energy be damned. There'll be plenty of time to recover tonight when only the stars serve as his company. It's tradition, after all, performing Mother's dance today. Both versions if he can manage--some years are easier than others emotionally.

There's a distant thump that he pays no mind. Probably a merchant's bag of wares or some such. Laslow continues on his way, though the spring in his step has faded. Instinct, perhaps, alerting his senses that something has changed.

The voice calls. He stops short. It's a dream. Has to be; no way that today of all days, mom--

Her voice rings out loud and clear. Laslow pivots on his heels in time to throw his arms open wide. "Mother!" He staggers back a step as she crashes into him, wrapping his arms tight around his greatest hero.

Cool fingers pinch his rapidly flushing cheeks. But he ignores the rising flare of anxiety at so many pairs of eyes on them; so what if he's sniffling because his mother appeared out of the blue on his birthday?

Mom pulls away far too soon, a mirror of his own hidden embarrassment. "You're here," he says in elated disbelief, reaching for the hand rubbing circles in her arm, free hand rising to brush away the tears lining her cheeks. "It's alright, Mom. Wait, seriously? You didn't have to!"

He squeezes her hand once. "All I could ever want for my birthday is you and Father." Then the rest of her words register, and he sees a familiar figure scooping up the straps of a leather satchel.

Now his vision turns watery. "...You both came?"

[pt 2!]

[sieglinde-freud]

they were so insane for this

[arkiwii]

"Oh young love, yound dear,

Why have you taken me from the fall?

All of my love, and all of my life,

Given to you, sacrificed"

[nymika-arts]

store update! 💖

hey everyone, just wanted to let you guys know that i've added a bunch of new products to my etsy store that i'm very excited about, as well as restocking some older designs! now along with the taylor swift cassette tapes, you can find keychains of albums by olivia rodrigo, hozier, fall out boy, and niall horan, and i've added some new prints and spider-verse keychains.

check out my store here ✨

thank you guys so much for all your support of my art!! pls rb to signal boost if u can 💕

[layla-keating]

LAYLA KEATING & OLIVIA BAKER ALL AMERICAN | 6.12 "Draft Day"