My 2023 drawing summary! ✨
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Barely remember the year to be honest. Just a lot of work and chores. Lol
Just some ramblings under the cut.
Let's see...
Achieved start of the year goals
Didn't fulfill my last year's goal of making commissions a full time job. I mean, I did for a little bit while but it's still not the right time yet.
Though what I did unexpectedly accomplish is that my fear of cockroaches had decreased. We had a family of house shrews this year (usually we had mice) and I learned they mainly eat insects. I still like to avoid killing the few huntsman spiders we have hanging around so the next big insect available would normally be a roach. So I'd bonk one if I find one (instead of immediately bolting out the room) so I can feed the shrews. I mean cockroaches, specially the American cockroach, still freaks me the heck out. But, like, it's shrew food.
Oh, also bought a display tab. I'll always be grateful to the Ko-fi supporters for reaching this goal! I'm still in the middle finding my rhythm with the tablet. Considering getting a paperlike screen protector to minimize the glass texture.
2024 goal
A new laptop of course. My ideapad is in the cusps of dying. 😭
I don't feel that productive in the drawing department this year. :/ My current day job does pay a little higher than my commissions and ko-fi requests combined... But I really don't fill fulfilled when I make less drawings. Let's see if I can make commissions a full time job this year. Or at least try to see if I can make my top source of income drawing related.
There are other goals I hope to accomplish this year, but these are the main drawing related ones.
Regarding commissions
There will be some adjustments to the background prices in regular commissions. Because, like, I shouldn't price it lower than the base price if I spent as much time drawing it. Lol
I think I'll rate Ko-fi doodle requests based on what the piece literally contain instead of basing on the amount of time spent drawing the request. It'll make things simpler specially with comics. I'll make a post about the changes when I decide on the settled rates
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one more for @wayfarer-week, this time for prompt 6: flirt
Fandom: Wayfarer IF | Words: 669 | Read on Ao3
Illia Strand x Aeran Kellis (pre-relationship) | after Karth, pre game
rating: T. Flirting, bad habits, hoping for the best
Flirt
“So, you’re new here?”
The voice is melodic and Illia turns towards the man next to her, even if she almost laughs at their obvious conversation starter. She’s done worse herself, and she does look like – is a mercenary, and doesn’t look like a local in any way.
“I’m just passing through.” She looks the man up and down, lifting an eyebrow at his shimmering silver wings and teal crest sparkling on his forehead like little raindrops. Altogether it’s quite stunning. “And you? You don’t look like you’re from around here either.”
He laughs, and his laugh is lovely too.
“I’ve settled here some years ago. It’s a nice place here and there’s enough to do for me.” He takes a drink from his glass. “Name’s Elen.”
“Nice to meet you Elen. I’m Illia. What do you do here?”
“I make and repair instruments, there’s enough musicians here. Requires a deft hand, you know.”
He winks and heat rises in Illia’s cheeks. It’s an easy enough thing to fall into, grinning and running and hand through her hair, flexing her arm. Once they seek her out, she found that most people like the tattoo, and she’s happy to oblige, even if she hasn’t done this lately. She looks at Elen’s hands, but her gaze is drawn to his wings. He notices, and they shiver and fan out a little.
“You look like you’ve traveled far, Illia, I don’t doubt you’ve met an Aeda before,” he goes on, “but if you’re curious perhaps you’d like to touch them?”
Her throat is suddenly dry, and she drinks again before she answers. She knows what next and it always matters, whether it’s one way or the other.
“You might prefer me not to,” she says, “I’m a magianis.”
That’s all she wants to say for now, though part of her bristles against it. Wayfarer, Wayfarer, but it’s better to leave it be. She should stop and leave regardless, but she waits instead.
Elen startles slightly, and looks her up and down, taking in her sword and armor and dusty travel clothes.
“I see. I’ve heard that is quite an experience, Illia,” he draws and leans closer. “Maybe we can find out in private?”
She can work with that, and perhaps pretend that this time the morning after will be different. He’s pretty enough that she might not care what happens, how much she’ll hate that he’ll be gone before she wakes.
“Illia, there you are!” a voice calls across the inn.
Aeran.
She turns to him and smiles automatically as he makes his way towards her. She remembers why she’s not doing this anymore.
“I have to go, Elen. It was nice meeting you – perhaps some other time.”
Elen reaches for her, and he doesn’t startle all – perhaps he’s more well-traveled than she expected.
“Are you alright,” he says in a low voice.
“He’s my friend, it’s fine. I hope you have a great evening.”
He sighs a little and leans away from her.
“You too, Illia. Safe travels.”
She gets up and meets Aeran, leaving Elen at the bar.
“What was that about, Lia?”
“Nothing. Just a guy.”
She shakes her head. She’s stopped doing this, after she met with Aeran on that fateful afternoon in Karth. She’s no need for the empty feeling when someone eventually shies away, once they’ve had their curiosity sated. She’s spent too much time hoping some quick romp will fill the emptiness inside.
“I’ve inquired about the giant rats,” Aeran says. “Apparently, they spit fire. He’s offering 25 crowns to get rid of them.”
“So, we’re doing it?”
Aeran grins, and nods.
She wants to reach for him, and she knows he won’t shy away. He’s right there, like a bit of sunshine in her life; some days, he’s the only happy thing in her life. A familiar comfort, tugging at her heart. She isn’t sure if he feels the same, but they’re here together and right now she doesn’t need anything or anyone else.
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Lalapril 4/27: Secret
Cherrypit sat down on the edge of the fountain.
All around him people were running around barking around more words that he didn’t understand. Some of them looked happy, a lot of them looked kind of scared. Gaius ran by him without a word.
At least Cid told him to get ready to fight something soon. Something really big.
Sofia still didn’t know why she even bothered to show up today.
Well, she kind of did.
That Cherrypit kid had told her that today would be the day that he would be coming by the Archer’s guild again to continue his training.
He had promised this just a few days ago, when Sofia had just missed him he had just been on his way out. He was rushing out towards something important apparently. Something way more important than their target practice rematch between the two of them.
Sofia had been very insistent on having their rematch soon. So much so that she was even willing to let Cherrypit have the first shot, confident that she would beat his score this time.
Despite Cherrypit looking to be in a hurry (an awful hurry judging by the way he was dancing around and holding his linkshell) he made sure to give Sofia his word that he would come back soon to play with her.
As he ran off Sofia yelled out at him that she was NOT playing. She wasn’t a little kid, unlike Cherrypit. What she was doing was TRAINING her archery skills so she could go out and become an adventurer just like her hero, the warrior of light.
Maybe Cherrypit thought he was playing but Sofia was going to set the record straight today one way or another.
By kicking his butt in target practice.
Right on cue, Sofia heard the telltale sound of someone arriving at the archer’s guild by aethernet.
Cherrypit had arrived just as he said. Sporting a new outfit than the last one Sofia had seen him wearing. Though in her opinion, it looked like he was really overdressed, especially when it came to the weather in Gridania for the season.
Alongside the bow on his back, Sofia also noticed that in his oversized mitten wearing hands he was carrying a basket. It wasn’t an odd thing to see Cherrypit bring here. Oftentimes she heard whispers among the other serpents of Cherrypit sharing snacks with them.
She would rather much steer clear of those snacks however.
Last time she heard that Cherrypit had given one of the serpent guards a whole slug as a snack and he refused to leave until he saw them at least attempt to take a bite out of it.
If he offered her anything she would just politely refuse it. Like royalty would.
By now Cherrypit had noticed Sofia waiting by the archer’s guild and waved at her. He started to run towards her only stopped by falling flat on his face. The basket in his hands flew from his hands and flew into the air.
Before Sofia could act, the basket fell right back down to the ground, Cherrypit caught the falling basket with one hand and lifted himself back upright with the other. He shook his head and moved some hair out of his face. Then smiled as if nothing had ever happened.
“Hi Soapiea!”
Sofia’s grin of confidence quickly faded away into a disappointed smile. She was sure that after last time that Cherrypit had finally learned how to pronounce her name. Rather than take another forty minutes sitting him down and slowly saying her name together Sofia decided to take it in stride and let him live with it for now.
“Hi Cherrypit.” She waved back at him.
Sofia watched as Cherrypit walked over to the steps of the Archer’s guild and set down the basket he was carrying. As usual on his back was a bow that looked way too big for him to be carrying around.
Either the bow Sofia was given was too small or someone was trusting Cherrypit with weaponry just a little too much. Whatever the case, she was going to file a complaint just in case Cherrypit was getting special treatment when it clearly should be the other way around.
Sofia’s patience was already running thin so by the time Cherrypit decided to sit down and pull out a sandwich it had disappeared almost entirely. She was about to gently remind him about the promise he made last time, until he pulled out a second sandwich and gestured towards her.
With his mouth still full he wiggled the sandwich at her and asked, “Do you wan’ some?” A drop of purple jelly fell from the corner of the sandwich. Her favorite kind of jelly, in both flavor and color.
As Cherrypit continued to hold out the sandwich for her Sofia decided to give in to his obvious bribe. She reluctantly tossed her bow aside and walked over to Cherrypit, taking the sandwich from his hand and taking a seat next to him.
Now that she thought about it, she was kind of hungry. That sort of thing is just what happens when you skip breakfast, she guessed.
“If you think sharing your snacks with me is going to get me to go easy on you, you got another thing coming.” Sofia used her free hand to take out her handkerchief and placed it on her lap. There was no way she was going to eat something as messy as this with the possibility of messing up her new dress.
Cherrypit looked at her, confused at what she had said and what she was doing.
Sofia clued into Cherrypit’s confusion and decided she would be nice enough to explain what she was doing. For one of her loyal subjects.
“I’m just making sure to keep my dress clean.” Sofia gestured to her immaculately clean dress. It was a pretty purple color, the color of royalty! (for sure!) Custom made and a perfect fit for her fifteenth nameday.
“A princess has to always look her best, you know?” Sofia threw her hair back and let the natural light of the sun shine down on her and sparkle her tiara.
Cherrypit watched her closely and flipped back his own ponytail. Sofia didn’t seem to notice his flattering imitation.
For a while Sofia and Cherrypit sat on the steps of the archer’s guild. Sofia gave every person that passed by a simple wave and a “Good morning.” Cherrypit watched her and waved right after her every time.
Sofia finished her meal and looked over to Cherrypit, hoping that he had finished too so they could start their friendly competition already.
For some reason Cherrypit was holding a tomato between his hands.
Sofia didn’t put much thought into it besides thinking to herself that eating a jelly sandwich with a tomato was an odd choice.
She decided to ignore it until she noticed that Cherrypit was squeezing the tomato with his hands. Or at least, trying to. Sofia knew that tomatoes were fairly easy to squish, unlike an apple or something.
She had half a mind to tell Cherrypit to be careful or he might make a mess or something.
Just as Sofia was about to raise her voice to tell Cherrypit to knock it off, the tomato had reached its limit.
The poor tomato finally exploded with a squish.
Sofia managed to jump back in time to avoid being hit by any of its residue. But the same could not be said for Cherrypit. Parts of his face and his entire shirt were covered in tomato juice.
All Sofia could think at that moment was that whoever did Cherrypit’s laundry for him would probably have a lot of questions for him.
Not only that, but the tomato had splattered all over the dirt in front of him.
Cherrypit dropped the last of the tomato on the ground. He wasn’t even bothering to wipe off any of the tomato’s residue off his hands, which Sofia found inconceivable.
Cherrypit looked at his hands and shook them in place. Then he looked up at Sofia,
“I saw that happen to a person.”
It was all that Cherrypit said.
Sofia remained silent.
He couldn’t possibly mean like, a real life person, could he? Where would someone even see something like that?! Let alone just walk away from something like that?
Sofia looked down at the tomato stain on the ground. It was starting to fade.
“Um, where did you see that?” Sofia had asked without thinking. There was a part of her that instantly regretted asking that question.
Cherrypit smiled, then put a finger up to his mouth.
“It’s a secret!”
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