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sorrcha · 1 year

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shoutout to mourning doves. i love you

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#art #digital art #animal #bird #dove #mourning dove #birdblr #they were cooing while i was working on this earlier today :-) like khrooo.. kroooo... krooo........#it's such a nice sound <3 and the birds themselves are pretty too! they're not super bright but sometimes subtle colors are the nicest..#hall of fame #1k #species portrait

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marblerose-rue · 1 year

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the planes of existence

#my art #do not copy trace or steal #dovewing #lionblaze #jayfeather #wc #wc art #waca #warriors #warrior cats #this is more experimental than anything . very silly very fun #whenever i used to draw dove lion and jay i always drew dove upset . for whatever reason #and i didnt really understand what shes going through but now that im older and now that more has happened to her . yeah . i get it #i also had a phase where i didnt like dove and that was part of the reason xd i promise thats not the case anymore i lovewing dovewing #i kin her i project onto her sm . im so normal about her #i know the planes of existence is a dnd thing but if we think abt it . dovewing earth jayfeather heaven lionblaze hell #that has nothing to do with personal opinions its literally parts of their story unless im remembering wrong #i just dont have a good title without sounding corny x_x #anyway goodnight tumblr im gonna shower and go to bed happy super bowl (did not do a single football related thing)

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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HI HI DOVE!!!! :D you were so thorough with the rules of your event (I NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK PEOPLE FOR BACKUPS HELP?????????)

but ofc ofc you can probably guess who i was going to ask for LMAO but i promise my backups will NOT BE FOR AZUL PROMISE!!!!

i was immediately intrigued by the prompt "By the babbling brook" so i would like to request azul and that!! maybe friends to lovers vibes because im a suck for that??? AS FOR BACKUPS HMMM

"Caught in the rain" WITH VIL WOULD BE SO CUTE :((( I CAN IMAGINE HIM BEING CONCERNED FOR HIS APPEARANCE??? even though his makeup is probably waterproof LMAO

"Stargazing" with trey sniffle cough cough.,.,.,. it would be so soothing AND ACTUALLY I DONT REQUEST TREY CONTENT LIKE EVER EVEN THOUGH HES MY BESTIE?!?!?!?

so yea atcually i think ALL of these are cute so i dont even really have backups LMAO JUST WRITE WHICHEVER ONE STRIKES YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH OF HOSTING TIHS DOVE IM GOING TO BE SCREAING IN YOUR REBLOGS WHENEVER YOU POST WHWAHAWHAWHWAH <3333

By the Babbling Brook; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Gender-neutral reader, friends-to-lovers, a smidgen of hurt/comfort

Word Count; 700+

AN: Auburn, why did you give me so many good ideas /hj. But I hope you enjoy your Azul. Everyone coming for the Fish Mafia content (3 more are lined up). As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You sat on a large boulder sitting in the middle of a shallow brook, dipping your legs in as an attempt to try and escape the heat of the day. Even from under the shade of the willow tree from above, the heat and humidity was still oppressive. And the chirping of cicadas only underscored the fact. And sitting on the boulder just a few centimetres away was Azul, pant legs rolled up to his knees and his legs in the water as well, trying to cool off as well.

The two of you had arranged a day to hang out, since the Coral Sea isn’t really the most hospitable place for anyone without fins or gills. So Azul had agreed to set aside some time in his schedule so that he could spend some time with you, and this time there was no Grim or nosey Leech twins to interrupt you. But why, why did today have to be so insufferably hot.

“Why couldn’t we go someplace cooler,” he groaned, pushing his hair out of his face. “Somewhere with… air conditioning?” At least the water was cold, which helped break the heat a little bit. Plus the shade from the willow tree kept the harshness of the midday sun at bay.

You flicked some water at him, and chortled at the dirty look he gave you. “Just wanted to check this out, see where it led,” you say in a chipper tone. You slipped down the boulder a bit, getting further into the water. The brook was shallow, only reaching about mid-calf.

Your hand brushed against Azul’s and he could have sworn it felt like an electric shock rather than a soft caress. “It led to a tree and some rocks,” he sighed.

You hummed, splashing a bit in the water as the stark coldness of the brook was finally breaking the sticky heat. “Well I think it led to an opportunity.”

“For what?” He didn’t really want to say it, but today, other than the Sevens forsaken heat, was nice. The two of you had just walked together, and had some nice conversations that melted into each other seamlessly.

A mischievous smile spread across your face and you splashed Azul in the face. “For that,” you laugh.

Azul spat out water, and the faintest bit of ink, blue flushing his cheeks. But his brief flash of anger mixed with embarrassment of being bested faded just as quickly as it had arisen. You looked so happy, sitting in the brook with the swaying branches of willows behind you. And Azul felt a lump form in his throat. They look… ethereal.

You noticed him staring and waved a hand in front of his face. “Helloooo,” you called, “ear- erm, Twisted Wonderland to Azul? You good?”

“YES,” he sputtered, getting up from the boulder and trying to get back to the banks of the brook. “I am perfectly fine, Prefect!” But the slight crack in his voice betrayed him. He was very much not okay, no. Why did he feel like there were butterflies in his stomach? Why did he feel weird around you? Why do you make me feel like this? Like a fish out of water?

You got up and followed him, a few paces behind. “I can tell when you’re lying, you know? Come on Azul, be honest with me. We’re friends after all.”

We’re friends after all. That line, why did it hurt so much? “I’m not lying,” he could feel you behind him, but he dared not to look back.

“Now you’re just lying to yourself,” you huff. “Come on, Azul, just say it.”

“Say what?!” He turned around and looked at you. The dappled light, and glittering water behind you only made the lump in his throat grow even more. “That I love you-” He snapped his mouth shut and held his breath.

That I love you. That’s what the feeling was. Love.

Your eyes widened, and you opened and closed your mouth, trying to decide what to say. “Well,” you say softly, “I love you too, Azul. I have for a while now.”

And who would have guessed that seeing where the brook led would lead to this. Two friends confessing that there was indeed something more between them.

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ailius-suffers-through-art · 5 months

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nap time 💤💤

#Heads up: if you ship LuClive please dni and also stay as far as earthly possible away from my blog!!!!#I find it Super Gross and would not like anything i make to be associated with that. thanks.#anyways once again on my dad!clive agenda #he just seems like he would be a “trying his best” parental figure and i want that for him.#professor layton #original art #clive dove #clive albatross #luke triton #professor layton and the unwound future #miracle mask #jean descole #(only his cape though???)#also Fuck hats i hate drawing them britches.

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moonlitmosss · 5 months

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Exile, day 1

#dsmp #c!tommy #c!wilbur #ghostbur #c!dream #exile arc #my art #ITS EXILE DAY ITS EXILE DAY ITS EXILE DAY #im definitely not mentally ill i promise #this took so long and im not super happy with it but it took too long to not post #forcing my art/au upon thee #au but its like just worldbuilding and some characters are very different and also tommy has wings #they're based on mourning doves :>#ok ramble over pls like and subscribe

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topibeeru · 1 year

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Flora Reinhold, attorney at law! 🫡

Something I doodled from a couple of months a go for a silly little Ace Attorney AU idea in my head ((the way this all started because of Rosa’s court outfit from Tears of Themis who I think looks a lot like flora))

Bonus:

#my art #flora reinhold #clive dove #luke triton #katrielle layton #dimitri allen #claire foley #other characters are me and saje’s ocs hehe #prosecutor clive go brrr #professor layton #ace attorney au #life update: I’ve been really busy with intern work lately so I couldn’t draw much this month 😭😭🙏🙏#this is probably super late but once I have time I’ll draw something for clora week and continue drawing the ask game requests!#(P.S. really excited for the new layton game WOOO!!!!!)#edit: added a bonus sketch!

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dove-da-birb · 7 months

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Have some Basil to brighten your day; yes, he sucks on his paw

#dove’s himbo cat #please don’t be weird about it; he only does it when he’s super relaxed (former stray)

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leonkennedygvrl · 5 days

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for dead dove readers tw smut

can someone PLEASE write a oneshot that’s like leon specifically re4, with a reader who gives him a bj but hes tied up and blindfolded because she thinks shes ugly? and he agrees. then another time when they actually do it, she puts a pillowcase over her head.

I NEED TJIS

#leon kennedy/reader #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #fantasy #smut #leon scott kennedy smut #dead dove #dead #dove #freaky stuff #super needed #pls #re4 leon

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

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He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #drabble #harringrove relay race #once more imagine they are t4t and I simply did not elaborate #this was originally supposed to be part of a larger fic btw describing Steve looping through waking up at least 2 times before this and #slowly revealing the true circumstances he was in #and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third #but in the end I lost the internal mapping I had for that version. now we have this one #this wasn’t what I was originally gonna post btw I was gonna post art but that one struggled with me too hard. ok bye!!!#suicidal thoughts tw

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dovelydraws · 11 months

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Revun doodle dump! 😊

#pf2e #pf2e oc #ttrpg oc #ttrpg #tieflings #pathfinder #pathfinder 2e #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd ocs #original characters #oc art #revun #this is just a handful of how much i've been drawing them recently... they've become my go-to doodling character lol #me since february: hey i have an idea what if I drew revun agai-#blood tw #kindaaa??? it's super sketchy but tagging just in case #dove art #vivere campaign

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sunnydayaoe · 1 year

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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..how did they film kazui eating the dove?

A pretty grisly prop, and otherwise cool costuming >:3

I imagine they get him set up with fake teeth, colored contacts, and fake blood (it's also a bit sweet, since it's mean to go in his mouth. Haruka tries to steal some). He wanders around set in the full getup, waiting for filming to start. Yuno nags him to sing vampire with her. Kotoko is secretly jealous he got a cooler animal look than she did in Harrow. Fuuta is kind of freaked out by the whole thing. Although Kazui tries not to purposely scare anyone, a few prisoners who come late to the studio get a pretty big shock when he turns around with red eyes and flash a fanged smile 👀👀👀

The first dove is real, and some magician/animal trainers help Kazui learn the proper way to handle it. It makes for really cool shots and causes a bit of chaos around set, always treated very well. Jackalope shows up with the prop (in a bag labeled "dead dove, to eat") and it's pretty convincing. Kazui's not quite sure how to take the bite as needed, but with each try he get more and more comfortable with the action/expression. By the end he's really into it, surprising himself a but when he looks back at the footage.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #lights camera sing your sins #thank you for the ask! :D #it was fun to think of him dressed up and ready -- i loved the mental image of him just chilling like that #even if the prisoners dont scare easy it would be a big shock to it all of the sudden #for more angst i wonder if hinako was there that day and saw him like that...#the group is torn between feeling disgust by the dove prop and super interested #they dare each other to pick it up and stuff #ask

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mercury-and-scry · 7 months

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running my passion project dnd campaign by next year and im tempting my players in with dateable npcs

#my art #my ocs #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd oc #dnd character #dnd npc #dnd character art #dnd dm #dungeon master #they are all cool and sexy to me #I hate romance options when all the characters look and act super similar so I tried to add some variety to these guys #also they're all bi Ladarius is ace n Ladarius and dove are trans

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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Hi!!

I'm so excited for this event - I love seeing your writing, and this theme is so cute!!

For my request, may I suggest the combination of Jade with prompt 8 ("by the babbling brook"), and the emojis 🖌,🤝 and/or 🍵?

Best of luck (and have fun!) with your writing!!

*.ﾟ+ヽ(○^▽^○)ﾉﾞ +.ﾟ*

By the Babbling Brook; Jade Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, I allude to romance but you get to choose your ending ;)

Word Count; 700+

AN; The first of three Jade requests. I have no idea where all the Jade kissers came from, but I'm THRILLED to see it. Hope you enjoy your request! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It was a pleasant day, both in the weather — being not too hot, with a gentle breeze and fluffy white clouds dotting the sky — and in today’s activities. It was picturesque. For you see, you spent the majority of your day painting plein air by a quaint brook. You don’t really know what compelled you to grab the easel, brushes, and most likely expired paint that was just collecting dust in some random closet in Ramshackle, but you didn’t regret it. It was nice, just sitting under the shade of an aging birch tree and painting the scene in front of you. Just you, the sounds of nature, the gentle warmth of the sun, and your paints and easel.

Well, it was just you for the majority of the day. Seems like someone else had a similar idea.

“Prefect,” a familiar voice called behind you, “this is quite a pleasant surprise. I was not expecting to see you here.”

Looking behind you, you saw none other than Jade Leech carrying a wicker basket partially filled with mushrooms and a thermos bag slung across his chest. “Jade? I could say the same about you.” You would have thought that he would spend his summer in the sea with his family, but the mer-eel was very much still on land. At least for today, judging from his rather decent fungi haul.

Jade let out a soft chuckle and chose to ignore the rather large chaga growth on the birch tree in favour of enjoying your company. He could always get it later, your company was far greater worth to him than the fungus anyhow. “I enjoy stretching my legs every so often, plus it serves as an opportunity to explore new places and-”

“Was Floyd getting on your nerves,” you ask, closing the cap on the paint you were using.

A small smile graced his face, and his eyes glimmered. “Hmm, perhaps. Why are you here, Prefect? May I see what you’re painting?”

He leaned over your shoulder and inspected your work. He was so close that you could smell sea salt, the earthy smell of mushrooms, and the scent of matcha. He hummed to himself and stepped out of your personal bubble, giving you a nod. “A rather lovely piece.”

You blinked, “Thank you.” And then you remembered his question. “Wanted to get out, get some fresh air. It is a lovely day, after all, would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside… Would you like to walk for a bit?”

Jade raised a brow, “Fair enough. And where to?” He looked at you with curious eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Wherever we please,” you answer. Painting could wait for later. “We can see where the brook brings us.”

So the two of you walked together beside the brook, an easy quiet with each other. But it was comfortable, and you knew that he would share eventually, so you felt no need to push or fill the air with awkward attempts at small talk. Until you reached a steep hill in which the brook ran under, eroding the soil to form an underground system.

Jade offered you his hand, “Looks like it ends just on the other side.” He looked back at you expectantly, his hand still outreached.

You grabbed it, and Jade helped the both of you get up the steep embankment. Upon reaching the top you saw a small pond, full of water lilies and looking like it was plucked out of a Claude Monet painting. The very setting of a fairy tale.

“Wow,” you breathed out and looked back to Jade.

But Jade wasn’t looking at the quaint pond, he was giving you a soft look instead. “I take it you’re happy with how this trip unfolded.”

You were still holding hands, but neither of you made any move to separate them. Screw it, you don’t get this chance every day. Take your shot! And you brought Jade’s hand to your lips, placing a kiss to his knuckles. You had wanted to do that small, yet world-shifting, action for what felt like forever, and so, you took it. “Beyond happy.”

His eyes widened before he let out a soft breath of air, bringing your hand up and placing a kiss on your wrist. “That’s wonderful… you’re wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful too, Jade.”

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canayams-art · 5 months

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Informant and Spymaster of the Healing Church — Yon Novarlam.

#yamsart #yon #dnd character #dnd art #this is for a super specific and very dead dove au LOL #In which Yon becomes an informant and eventual member of a cult #he only joins in an effort to help the person dearest to him (Micaiah)#and ends up getting lost in the sauce and a little too reverent towards Vicar Micaiah #anyway he sees himself as Micaiah’s (and another vicar who shall remain unnamed) attack dog #like he may be absolutely SERVING here but trust me when I say he is not doing well LOL #yams original character(tm)

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harlequinalis · 11 months

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Fuck it it's bird time again

#barn owl #osprey #california quail #anna's hummingbird #mourning dove #more bird art!!#since the first one blew up with like 900 notes i figured i might as well lol #i was referencing photos as a study thing but i'm not super pleased how they came out. oh well #my secret is to make everything fuzzy and colorful so you don't notice how little detail i put in 💀#anyways the osprey is actually from a character meme im working on that i just ran through a filter. i just wanted to include it #so if you see it again that's why 🤭#my art

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