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Ducks, Otters, and Other Wildlife Plunge into Water in Intricate Split-View Embroideries

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Sleeping Beauty dir. Clyde Geronimi | 1959

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Opal and her constant shadow

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Shudder before the beautiful.

Available as print

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All the Critical Role fanart that I’ve done so far. Veth/Nott is my favourite character and so unsurprisingly she features on all my artworks lol

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just a regular lonely monday of being stuck in fantasy antarctica with anxiety, stress, an existential crisis and the fear of getting assassinated  💅

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That last episode of CR got me like… Hello, Yasha Nydoorin. ♥♥♥ Thank you for my life.

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'HEART'

I'm extremely behind on CR, but I still love them and hadn't drawn them in forever ;;--;; I've made so much progress!

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That DATE!! My heart is full of love <3

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A firework show and confirmation of love.

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That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.

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I am really really happy

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YEAH WE GAY KEEP SCROLLING

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Yasha was ready to mourn for the rest of her life. 

She was ready to spend whatever years she had left paying penance and building her life into a memorial to her wife. She was ready for Zuala to be the end of her. She was ready to leave what was left of herself behind and give in to the rage and grief.

But she found a tiefling in a circus. Who wouldn’t let her wallow in herself. Who wrapped himself in color and chaos and pulled her along with him into something new and different.

She found a little blue cleric who is ready and willing to love everyone, a wizard who saw her trauma without pity. A warlock who pushed her to her best, a goblin girl ready to fight for what seemed lost, and a firbolg who can never truly be convinced that anyone is lost for good.

And she found Beau. A woman who wasn’t any more ready for love than she was. Who didn’t believe she ever could be loved. They fell together and then apart, never fitting quite right, never ready for each other.

But this time it feels different. And it’s taken them both by surprise.

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Yasha’s refusal to talk to Lucien but only to Molly when she gave him the clover has me in knots. She has every reason to believe he can’t hear her. “I was with you when you got some of those tattoos.” You were my friend, my friend, my friend.

Yasha’s also got a book of flowers to show her dead wife, who can’t reply either.

She gave a letter to someone she knows is damn near pathologically incapable of responding just yet - she’s not lying awake wondering what Beau thinks, she doesn’t expect a reply.

Yasha doesn’t do things expecting to gain from them. She just does them because they should be done. The flowers should be shared with Zuala. Molly should hear that he helped her. Beau should know that she makes Yasha feel safe and that she is seen. The inability or unlikelihood of any of them reciprocating doesn’t factor.

What a trait in a character. What a path she took to getting here.

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you love so fiercely you make me feel stronger you make me feel safe

Self indulgent critical role art moment. Beau and yasha said lesbian rights 💪😔