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dismaidenart · 1 year
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Akitober Day 11: Elf!
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therealraeweber · 3 months
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I give you, my Christmas break sewing project: Buddy the Elf! I made this whole costume in 3 days, and I genuinely can't believe how well it turned out!
I made every part of the costume from scratch, excluding the tights, and this was my first time ever sewing sleeves (properly... that is). I also hand painted the designs on the front to replicate the embroidery on the original costume.
Overall, very thrilled with this! And the fact that I actually managed to finish it before Christmas is some kind of miracle.
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Some progress as I worked on my outfit for Winterheart (our in world holiday event). The leather shoulder piece (based off a wheel of time design) has been so much damn little detail work but its finally about 60-70% done ;-;
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yeahbamby · 10 months
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Will you take me from forest? 🍃🌿🌱
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tappytoeclaws · 1 year
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An old Nettle Sentinel shoot with Nude Carbon Studios in the WI Dells, in the middle of the night and about 20 feet from a 40 ft drop off the cliff into the river 😅
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ofmiceandwomen · 1 year
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WIP - Maedhros cosplay quilted tunic
I wanted to make myself some nice and elaborate elf costume, and Maedhros was my first choice in the end. It’s mostly because of easy accessibility to the materials needed, which is probably the only simple thing about this particular project.
I am finishing the front panels of the tunic. I will probably differ from my original design, which is ok. I used cotton instead of wool because it’s hard to get it in my country and I’m not very keen about ordering it online (seriously, I’m bad at imagining colours). I changed the quilt pattern a bit as well to differ from the human (lol) gambesons and make it more elegant and elven-like. The quilt itself was done all by hand. The overall look will be accentuated with some silver embroidery.
The cloak pattern differs a bit as well and I still need to find the balance between majestic and practical.
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atths--twice · 4 months
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Art in All Its Forms
Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, neighbors and friends, find that they each have been wanting more and this Christmas they will get all they have wished for.
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Fox heard the slow jingle of the bells on her shoes and he smiled. Putting his paintbrush down onto the easel, he walked to the door and opened it just as Dana reached the top step. Sighing as she looked up at him, her long puffy coat lying over her arm, she took off her Santa hat and shook her head. 
“How you doing?” he asked, though he could see the answer on her face. 
“I keep telling myself: It’s only three more days. You can make it. But then, I think… ugh, it’s three more days and I don’t know if I can.” 
“You can,” he said with a chuckle. “You want to come in for a drink?” 
“God, I would love that,” she answered and walked into his apartment. 
He stared at the back of her, at the silly elf costume she had been wearing for the past three weeks, and he smiled. She might slap him for it, but he thought she looked absolutely adorable in the costume, especially the drawn on freckles decorating her face and the wide-eyed look created by her eye makeup. 
She was simply adorable. 
“What would you like? Pick your poison.” 
“Whatever you have will be fine with me,” she said as she took off the backpack she wore and dropped it and her coat onto the floor. Collapsing onto the couch with a heavy sigh, she tossed her Santa hat onto the coffee table. 
“Sure you don’t have any preference?” 
“Nah, I don’t care.” 
In the kitchen, he poured them each a small glass of scotch, bringing it out to her as she yawned and settled further into the couch. 
“Thank you,” she said softly, taking the glass from him, sitting back again, and closing her eyes. “Today was rough. Two kids threw up, causing others to gag and throw up. It was so disgusting, I nearly vomited.” She took a sip of the scotch and made a face, coughing a little. 
“Is it too much?” 
“No, it’s fine. It’s just me.” She coughed again before she took another sip, able to keep from coughing this time. “See, no problem.” He laughed and sat in the chair beside her, watching her drinking with her eyes closed. 
Her long red hair was in two braids tonight and tied at the end with candy cane striped bows. She had her feet up on the coffee table, her jingly shoes off, her stockinged toes wiggling. 
“If I didn’t need the money, I would quit tonight. But a girl’s gotta eat, right?” she said with a sigh. 
“And pay the bills and the rent,” he replied, his lips quirking up in a smile. 
“Don’t remind me,” she whined. She opened her eyes and stared at him. “Why is being an adult so difficult? And expensive?” 
“That’s life, Toots,” he said and she groaned, closing her eyes again as she took another sip of her drink. 
“You know,” she said with a sigh. “I can handle the kids. I can handle the screaming and crying because they’re over stimulated, over warm, doing something different in an unknown environment so they’re bound to cry and kick up a fuss. But the parents…” She shook her head and opened her eyes again. “Especially the moms. Some of them are the absolute worst. They talk as if we aren’t there or they do see us and demand more for their sitting because little Timmy deserves more than “that tacky backdrop. Don’t you have something else to choose from?” Bitch, this is the North Pole. We’re in Santa’s workshop office. That’s the fucking scene.” She waved her hand around in exasperation and Fox chuckled as she shook her head. 
“That was way too specific. Did that happen today too?” 
“Yesterday,” she said, sighing deeply. “Patricia didn’t feel that it was good enough for her children. “Everyone else has that backdrop. It will be in everyone’s picture. What can you do to make mine stand out? I’ll pay more. Money is no object.” I was about ready to scream at her, but her children were so excited to see Santa, I couldn’t ruin that for them.” 
“You’re an elf, of course you couldn’t,” he said and she smiled as she took another drink. “Did you also tell her that it’s not a backdrop or something interchangeable, but it’s a scene specifically set up to create an atmosphere of Christmas?” 
“Pfft,” she said, shaking her head. “You think she would have heard any of that? That she would have cared? She’s Patricia Draper.” 
“Who’s that?” he asked with a smile. 
“How the fuck should I know?!” she asked, throwing a hand up in the air as he laughed. She shook her head and took another drink. “But… as much as it’s bad, it’s good. I love to see the excitement in the children’s eyes when they get closer. Watch them jump up and down or dance with happiness. I love to see the older ones telling their siblings about when they were little and seeing Santa for the first time. I love the shy children who perk up and tell Santa what they want for Christmas. And oh…” She shook her head and smiled. “The babies…” 
“Babies?” 
“Mmhmm. They’re my favorite. The little girls dressed in velvet dresses or as angels. The boys in little suits with bow ties or suspenders. Oh my god… one little boy had both and it was just… so adorable.” She smiled as her eyes saw things he could not and he smiled back. “Paul, I mean Santa, is so good with all of them. He’s gentle and slow and talks to them quietly. He’s the best Santa. He really seems like the real deal.” 
“What are you saying right now?” Fox said in a quiet voice. “Are you saying he’s not the real Santa? I’m… I can’t… What?!” 
“Shut up,” she said, tossing a couch pillow at him. He caught it and she shook her head. “You knew what I meant.”
“Maybe.” 
“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding as she looked down at her drink. Raising it to her lips, she finished it in one gulp. Breathing in deeply, she let it out and placed the glass on the coffee table as she stood up and stretched. “I need to bathe, eat something, and go to bed. Maybe eat first, but those three things. I’m exhausted. Thanks for the drink and letting me vent. I’ll get my jingle toes out of here now.” 
“You’re welcome,” he said, standing as well and picking up her Santa hat. “Don’t forget this.” She stared at him and he smiled as he placed it on her head, laying the pointed bit down with the white pom pom beside her left ear. “Ahh, there we go.” 
“Three more days,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Just three more days.” 
“Nearly there,” he said and she sighed as she opened her eyes. 
Putting on her shoes, she picked up her backpack and coat and walked towards the door, her shoes jingling with every step. 
She opened the door and stepped through it with another sigh. She walked to her apartment directly across from his, stopped at her door, and turned around. 
“Will you do me a favor?” she asked and he nodded. “Can you call me in thirty minutes to make sure I haven’t fallen asleep in the tub?” 
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. 
“I’m just so tired.” 
“Setting the timer now,” he said and she nodded. 
“Good man. Goodnight.” 
“Goodnight, Jingle Toes.” 
She smiled and shook a leg as she unlocked the door and he chuckled again. She waved as she closed the door and he did the same.  
Setting a timer on his phone, he called her when it rang and she answered with a sleepy voice, promising him her bath was done and she was going to eat and sleep. 
“Thank you for calling though,” she said, yawning as he heard the fridge opening and closing. 
“Thanks for asking.” 
“Hmm,” she hummed and he smiled. 
“Goodnight again, JT,” he teased and she laughed softly. 
“Night.” 
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Glancing at his watch, he waited at the door for the sound of Dana leaving for work, a tumbler of coffee held in his hands. When he heard her, he let out a breath and opened his own door. 
“Good morning,” he said softly as she turned and began walking towards him. 
“It’s morning. That’s for sure,” she said, putting her keys in the pocket of her long puffy coat. “I’m still tired, but the walk will definitely wake me up.” 
“If it doesn’t, this might help,” he said, offering her the tumbler. “Dark roast, teaspoon of sugar, cinnamon flavored cream added until it reached a light tan color.” 
“You fabulous human being,” she said, taking the cup from him and taking a long sniff. “God, it smells delicious.” She took a sip and moaned as her eyes closed. “It’s perfect.” 
“Good. That should help you this morning.” 
“Better than the coffee at the diner.” 
“Obviously,” he agreed with a snort and she laughed through her nose as she opened her eyes and took another drink. “So today you’ll be at the diner, then onto being an elf?” 
“Yup,” she said with a nod. “Got my costume in my backpack. What about you? You’re at the art gallery today?” 
“I will be later, yeah. Gotta help at the exhibition tonight and then tomorrow morning, I’ll start setting up for mine.” 
“I’m so excited to see what you’ve done this time. The last show was great. I loved the wildflower painting you did. Every time I looked at it that night, I felt like I was in the field amongst the flowers.” She closed her eyes, smiling as she swayed slightly. “Like I was a small fairy or an animal with the beautiful flowers surrounding me.” 
“With those jingle bells on your shoes, you’d have fit right in as a fairy for sure,” he teased and she opened her eyes, her smile growing as she shook her backpack and the shoes inside of it jingled faintly. “See? Tinkerbell herself would approve.” She smiled and nodded as she took another sip of coffee. 
“Okay. My jingle toes and fairy wings have to get going. I won’t see you tonight, but good luck with your endeavors today. Thank you for the coffee.” She tipped the tumbler at him and he smiled with a nod. 
“You’re most welcome. Enjoy your day.” 
“I shall aim to do my best, but there’s people out there.” She raised her eyebrows and he laughed with a nod. “Thank you again. See you tomorrow.” 
“Yeah,” he said with a nod as she started towards the stairs. “Tomorrow.” She waved as she walked down the stairs, humming We Wish You A Merry Christmas. With another laugh, he went inside to get ready for his day. 
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He missed her the next morning, his night running late. When he opened his eyes and saw it was already half past nine, he jumped out of bed, his heart and mind racing. 
Tomorrow was his showing and he felt that he still had so much to do. Taking a quick shower, he was getting dressed when he looked at his phone for the first time. There were two messages from Dana and he grinned when he saw them. 
One was a gif of a tired little girl not wanting to wake up and he understood how she felt. 
The other message had him hurrying to the door. 
Good morning. I came home exhausted and then had a second wind. I got a craving for cranberry oatmeal muffins and so I made some before I crashed for the night. I left some for you on your doorstep, along with your travel tumbler. Alas, there is no coffee inside, but it is clean. Hope the muffins help to sustain you through the day. See you tonight? 🤞🏼
Opening his door, he saw a paper lunch bag inside of a plastic bag sitting on his welcome mat. He grinned as he picked it up and brought it inside. 
“Oh…” he exclaimed when he saw the four muffins had thin strips of white icing crisscrossed along the top. He took a bite and closed his eyes as he hummed. “Delicious. Absolutely delicious.” 
Filling his tumbler with coffee, he set it and a muffin aside as he finished getting ready. 
As he was leaving, he sent a quick text of thanks, knowing it would be awhile before she saw it. The diner was always busy, but especially early in the morning. 
Thanks for the muffins. They’re delicious. Exactly what I needed for today. 
I’ll be home late tonight. If you’re up for some company, I’m game. I’ll text you when I’m home. If I don’t hear back, I’ll know you’ve succumbed to the mistress we call sleep. Either way, I’ll definitely see you tomorrow evening. 🎨🖼️
Smiling as he pressed send, he grabbed his things and headed out the door. 
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“Fox?” 
“Yes?” 
“Could I steal you away for a moment?” 
“Of course.”
He smiled as he stepped away from the painting he had just hung up and turned to Marilee Miles, the owner of the small art gallery in which his exhibit would take place. 
She was “dressed down” for the day, as she liked to say, in a flowing aqua floral kaftan, her graying hair tied in a silky matching bandana. Her many golden bangles sounded as she walked around in her black ballet flats. She was a character and he really liked her. 
“What can I help you with, Marilee?” 
“I just wanted to double check your guest list. You only have one person on it. You can invite more you know. However many you like,” she said, looking down at the clipboard she held. “In fact, it’s the same person you had last time. Just the one?” 
“I don’t really have others close by. And honestly, she’s the only one I really want. The opinion I hold highest.” He smiled and Marilee looked at him over her half moon glasses. “Not that I don’t value your opinion, Marilee. It’s not that at all.” He shook his head and she smiled. 
“Of course not, dear boy,” she said with a chuckle, shaking her head and causing the large gold earrings she was wearing to move. “I know what you mean. I just wanted to be sure that you knew you could have more people if you’d like.” 
“I’m good with just her.” 
“Hmm,” Marilee hummed, writing something down on her clipboard. “Okay. She’s on the list. Stop by my office before you leave, okay?” 
“You got it.” 
Marilee nodded and smiled at him. Glancing at the artwork in her sight, she nodded again. 
“I really like these. You did so well with them.” 
“Thank you,” he said. “I enjoyed working on them.” 
“My office. Don’t forget.” 
“I won’t.” 
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Later than he had anticipated, he made his way up the stairs. He was tired, but very happy with how everything had come together. Tomorrow evening would be busy, but he felt confident that he would both enjoy his time and sell many of his paintings. 
“It’s Christmas Eve,” Marilee had said when they left and she had been locking up. “People tend to feel more giving on Christmas Eve. Exactly why I planned it that way. You make money, I make money. It’s a win-win.” 
“It is at that,” he had laughed and she had smiled. “See you tomorrow, Marilee.” 
“Merry Christmas Eve Eve, dear boy. See you tomorrow.” 
He smiled and then yawned as he reached the last step. Glancing at Dana’s door, he tapped the envelope he held in his hand against his other hand and debated approaching her door. He had said he would text her when he got home and she had sent back a screen effect of thumbs up emojis hours ago, but nothing since. 
He knew she was tired from working two jobs, but he also wanted to see her. Deciding on leaving her undisturbed, he walked quietly to her door, bent down and pushed the envelope through the small space between floor and door. 
Standing up, he walked to his door and waited for a second, watching to see if she would happen to see the envelope. When nearly a minute had passed, he unlocked his door and walked inside. 
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A soft knock woke him and he was surprised to discover that he had fallen asleep on the couch. Standing up, he groaned as he stretched and then yawned as he stumbled to the door. 
Dana stood on the other side of it, a smile on her face, her backpack on the ground behind her, and a gift wrapped in shiny green paper held in her hands. 
“Merry Christmas Eve,” she said and he smiled before yawning again. “However, this particular gift isn’t for Christmas. This is a happy exhibition day gift. You’ll get your other gift tomorrow on Christmas.” 
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said, taking the slim box from her and shaking his head. 
“I don’t wanna hear that. Of course I did. We’re friends, neighbors, confidants… People like that deserve a gift,” she said, fiddling with the zipper on her coat and rolling her eyes goodnaturedly. “This gift is a little…“wish you luck” present.” She shrugged and he nodded as he smiled. 
“Should I open it now?” 
“Uh… duh. Why do you think I’m still standing here? Rip that sucker open!” 
He laughed as he ripped the paper off the box and let it fall to the floor to be picked up later. Lifting the lid of the white box, he then pulled back the red tissue paper and his eyes widened. 
“Dana,” he said softly as he looked at the black tie with small white snowflakes. “This is… wait… what? Are these…?” 
“They’re cufflinks,” she said quietly. “Are they too much?” 
“No,” he said, taking one of the silver cufflinks out and looking at it. It was a palette with seven small spots for paint and three paint brushes stuck through the center. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. Where did you…” He looked at her and saw that her cheeks had become flushed and she was worrying the zipper on her coat again. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been working extra to pay for these or for the tie. I-”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve been working extra simply to get ahead for the new year. I found those at the market on Third Street back in September. I was going to give them to you for your birthday, but since by then I knew you were doing the exhibit, I thought I would wait and they would be more fitting for today.” 
“I’ve never owned a pair of cufflinks.” 
“Never?” 
“No,” he said with a smile. 
“I know they’re usually more… reserved. But…” 
“Reserved wouldn’t fit for me.” 
“No,” she agreed with a laugh. “No, it wouldn’t.” 
“I…” He shook his head and looked at her. “Thank you. Truly. That…” He put the cufflink back and closed the box. Holding it tightly, he stepped closer and put his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. 
It was not the first time he had hugged her, but it had definitely been awhile. He had forgotten how petite she truly was, her winter clothing hiding it well. She smelled like coconut and he smiled at the memory of her smelling the same when she had come over for a barbecue one hot summer night and she had danced past him on the way to the fridge to get each of them another beer. 
He had discovered that night that he really liked the scent of coconut. 
“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he held her. “I really love them.” 
“You’re welcome,” she whispered back, her arms wrapped around his waist. “I hadn’t even planned to go to the market that day, but something was nagging at me to go. When I saw those I knew why.” 
“Fated,” he said with a quiet chuckle, pulling back and looking into her eyes. 
“Something like that,” she agreed, shrugging her shoulders. 
“Hmm,” he hummed, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off of her cheek. 
Her expression changed immediately and he felt her arms on his waist tighten. His eyes dropped to her lips and the desire to kiss her was overwhelming. 
But then her phone chimed and the moment was broken. She let go of him to get it from her pocket, her breath shaky as she exhaled. 
“I… I have to go. I set a timer for myself to be sure I left on time. The diner waits for no man. Or woman,” she said, silencing her phone. 
“Smart,” he said. She glanced at him and he smiled. “Hey, it’s your last day as an elf. Oh… I should have gotten you something.” 
“Turning the costume in at the end of my shift later will be gift enough for me,” she said, picking up her backpack and putting it on. “I’ve enjoyed and hated it equally. I’ll be so glad when I’m finally a free elf.” 
“Goodbye Jingle Toes. Hello Dobby,” he teased and she laughed. 
“Just about. Okay, I have to go. Not quite free yet, but in about thirteen hours… oh yeah. I’m glad you like your gifts.” 
“I love them,” he corrected her and she nodded. 
“I’ll see you later. Hopefully not too far into the evening. Bye,” she said with a wave and a smile. 
“Bye,” he said as she walked towards the stairs. 
“Oh,” she said, stopping on the top step, her eyes on her hand holding onto the railing. “Thank you for the invitation you dropped off last night. I know you had already asked and I am going, but it was a beautiful invitation and there’s something about being addressed as Miss Scully and knowing that I’ll be out at a fancy art gallery later this evening.” She looked at him and smiled. “It feels so grown up. And in a much better way than paying bills and rent.” 
“There'll also be free booze there,” he said, grinning at her. 
“Holy shit. I’m pretty sure you failed to mention that. I’m gonna be there as soon as humanly possible. No hanging around after elf hours.” 
“Good plan,” he said with a chuckle. “Thank you again for the gifts. See you later.” 
“Goodbye, Fox.”
“Bye, Dana.” 
He waved and she smiled as she continued down the stairs. He waited until she was out of sight before he picked up the paper from the floor and walked back inside.
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The gallery was full of people, most of them from the wealthier parts of town, looking to find some new art for the holidays. They were dressed to the nines and in his new suit with the snowflake tie Dana had given him, knotted extra carefully, he felt as though he could almost pass as one of them. 
He felt inside the sleeve of his jacket and ran a finger over the cufflink and he smiled. Others there may have ones that cost more, but in his opinion, the ones Dana had given him were priceless. 
“Fox,” Marilee said, walking up to him with a glass of champagne in her hand. “Mr. Loen would like to speak to you about one of your paintings.” 
“Oh, great,” he said and she slipped her arm through his to lead him to said Mr. Loen. 
“He has his eye on Lincoln Street but so does Mrs. Sweets and I’ve never not seen that woman get what she wanted,” Marilee told him conspiratorially. “We’re about to up the ante.” 
“Let’s see what we can do,” he said quietly, nodding at a few people as they walked by. 
After he had spoken to Mr. Loen, which had drawn Mrs. Sweets over, prompting a bidding match which Mr. Loen had graciously bowed out from once his wife had called for him to see another painting, Fox stepped away to let Marilee handle the monetary transactions. 
He scanned the room, still not seeing Dana. He knew she would be later than the prompt start of seven, but it was nearly eight now and he was getting worried. 
As he glanced around, he turned and looked twice at the woman standing in front of his second favorite painting. She was wearing a short sleeved black dress that cinched at the waist with a thin belt and fell just below her knees and black heels that were past their fashion date, but looked perfect with her dress. Her red hair was done up in an elaborate looking knot that had a careless ease about it. 
“Dana?” he asked as he stepped closer and she turned around with a smile on her face. 
“Fox,” she said quietly, walking towards him and looking him up and down before she put her arms around his neck and hugged him. He closed his eyes briefly as he hugged her back, both of them letting go quickly. 
Two hugs in one day, he thought. I could get used to that.
“You look beautiful,” he said and she flushed as she gestured to him. 
“The tie suits you well. I didn’t want it to be too much of a design, but just enough.”
“You achieved it,” he said, smoothing his tie as she smiled. 
“And you have achieved this,” she said, looking around the room. “These are all so beautiful. I’ve seen some of them, or at least as works in progress, but…” She shook her head and smiled as she looked back at the painting behind her. “It’s the market, but at Christmas time.” 
“Yeah,” he said, looking at the painting. 
“It’s beautiful. Truly beautiful. The way you’ve captured the people and the stalls. The fairy lights. That one little girl with the ornament. The color of the sky. Oh… I love it.” 
“As much as the wildflower painting?” he teased and she laughed softly. 
“I don’t feel like a fairy holding on in the breeze, but it makes me feel warm and safe. Like… I’m a kid and the entire world is all at this one market. My own little corner of the world.” 
He smiled as he placed a hand on her back and he leaned closer to her, placing a kiss on her cheek. She looked at him in surprise, her eyes wide. 
“Thank you. I don’t think I could have been paid a higher compliment,” he said. 
“Oh, I’m sure… I’m sure someone could put it more eloquently.” 
“No, I don’t think so,” he whispered and even in the soft light, he saw her cheeks flush. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest.” He held out his hand and even though she appeared hesitant, she took it and he led her around the gallery. 
She sighed and gasped, stayed quiet, or had a lot to say about the different paintings, a glass of champagne held in her hand. So many other people had told him how they enjoyed his paintings, but her opinion was all that mattered to him. He loved experiencing what he created through her eyes, to discover the details that stood out to her. 
“Sold another,” Marilee said, coming up behind him and placing a red dot sticker on the wall beside First Snowfall. “It’s going so well.”
“Yeah,” he replied with a happy nod. 
“Hello again, Dana,” Marilee said, smiling at Dana. “You look very elegant tonight. I love your hair.” 
“Thank you,” Dana said. “A girl at work did it for me.” 
“It suits you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab some more red stickers.” She winked at them and Dana laughed. 
“I like her,” she said and Fox smiled. 
“Me too.” 
“Any more to see?” 
“A few more,” he said and she nodded, setting her empty glass down and taking his hand, gesturing for him to continue on. 
When they came around the corner of the last painting, his heart stopped beating for a second. 
“Oh that’s… I… wait…” She stepped closer, dropping his hand and letting out a breath. “It’s me… but not me me. Oh… Fox.” 
A coffee table took up a large portion of the painting. The point of view was from the front of it where a discarded Santa hat was on top of it as well as a pair of small striped stockinged feet, crossed at the ankle. There were also tiny little elves painted throughout doing day-to-day activities as though unfazed by the large world around them. 
Two elves were laughing, a male and female, and a barbecue with two steaks cooking on it stood between them. The male was alone and painting at an easel. The two were sitting on a couch with a bowl of popcorn on each of their laps, obviously watching a movie. The female stood wearing an apron and holding a notepad in one hand and a pencil in another. The two sat at a counter eating pie straight from the pie tin. The two sat on a different couch, the female asleep with her head on the male's shoulder. 
“It’s… is it… us?” Dana asked, turning her head to look at him. “The barbecue this summer, you painting, me at the diner, the pie from your birthday, Fox…” 
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s us. And your stockinged feet above us.” 
“It’s…” She laughed and then drew in a shaky breath, a hand going to her mouth. “You painted us… as elves. We look so happy. I love the barbecue one. That was a fun day. We…” She looked at him and he watched her eyes travel across his face, stopping at his lips before looking back into his eyes. “I went home that day and I thought… maybe we’d… but then…” She shook her head and looked back at the painting. 
“I’m terrible at expressing myself sometimes,” he said, stepping closer to her. “I loved… love spending time with you and I didn’t want to chance that ending if you… if we…” He shook his head and sighed. “I thought I was happy enough with being friends and then you came home wearing that elf costume and you laughed and laughed and I… Jesus…” He shook his head again and stared at her. “I wished I could have expressed it to you. But that night, I started sketching this out. It was… the fastest painting I’ve ever done. It felt like someone else was painting as I watched and told them what I wanted. I remembered the heat of summer and the scent of your coconut sunscreen when I painted the barbecue elves. The way you screamed and spilled your popcorn when we watched Signs. The taste of the apple pie you made for me. I wanted to include more, but these moments in particular were the ones when I wished I’d been bolder. Been more assertive in speaking up. Because if I had, maybe…” 
“Maybe what?” Dana asked, tears shining in her eyes. 
“Maybe I would have…” he said, stepping closer, his eyes dropping to her lips. 
“You would have…?” she whispered, leaning towards him, her hands landing lightly on his chest. 
“I would have kissed you,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over hers. 
“Could have done a lot more than that,” she breathed and he paused, pulling back to look at her, but she was not having it. Her hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his, her other arm joining the first. 
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Fox heard Marilee say and he and Dana quickly pulled apart. “I truly hate to interrupt but…” She grinned at them and shook her head. “Fuck it, it’s Christmas Eve. I’ll give you five minutes, but then you need to speak to everyone and thank them for coming out tonight. Five minutes and then you’re free to do whatever you like.” 
“Yes, Marilee,” Fox said, grinning as he took Dana’s hand and pulled her away from the gallery showroom. 
Five minutes later, the taste of Dana’s kisses on his slightly swollen lips, he stood before the room of people and spoke, though he remembered nothing that he said. He only saw Dana and her beautiful smile. 
They held hands as they walked home through the recently fallen snow an hour later, her heels switched for the boots in her backpack. When they trudged up the stairs, she tugged him towards her apartment, her smile suddenly shy. 
He kissed her, pressing her against the door, both of them breathing hard when they pulled apart and she managed to get the door open to let them inside. 
“It’s a shame that painting sold,” she said later, her head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I feel like this moment should be added to it.” 
“I can do that,” he said, kissing the top of her head. 
“How?” she asked, leaning up to look at him. 
“Because no one bought it. Marilee put that sticker beside it to make it seem like it was purchased. It’s your Christmas present,” he said, smiling at her as he brushed her hair back. 
She smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him and ended up astride him, his hands holding lightly to her naked waist, her breasts pulling his attention like a magnet. 
“How risqué are you willing to paint it?” she asked. “Would our elf selves painted to look like this be going too far?” 
“Absolutely not,” he said, one hand moving up to cup her breast. “Or I could paint something new. You could be my model.” 
“No elf costume?” she teased and he smiled. 
“No more elf costume. You are freeee,” he said and she threw her head back and laughed and laughed. 
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boletesinbikinis · 1 year
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✨️https://www.instagram.com/boletesinbikinis✨️
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ohduhviing · 1 year
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An eco-goth elf goes to the Renaissance festival 🍃
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nonexpizza · 2 years
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your favorite neighborhood elven mommy
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miwachan2 · 1 year
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Since Shiori is red and white you could draw them as Santa and Kuroi as his elf. Image a little shit Santa and his 7'7 foot tall elf.
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voiceofnature · 2 years
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eldalagren My Noldo scout
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ace-of-dragons-art · 2 years
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this look is serving forest fae 🌿✨
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a-winter-wonderland · 4 months
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Strawberry elf at Ren Fair last weekend 🍓🌿
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tappytoeclaws · 1 year
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Shivam reminded me of this cosplay today - Lorwyn is and always will be my favorite plane. This isn't the Lorwyn cosplay I was MOST excited to do (but it was one that I could build in like... two weeks). If we ever go back to Lorwyn I have one I'd love to go all out on 🤞
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