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nina-nemethova · 2 months

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PROMPT: "What did you do?!"

Time: 7 minutes

The music seemed to swell from the strange device, a haunting melody filling the air.

Arissa tried their best to keep their steps light, like a bird flitting between trees, escaping a hunter.

The music abruptly cut off, Arissa, once lost in the dance, caught their foot in their skirt, and fell to the dirt. They cry out, trying to catch their fall, but their hands grazed tiny rocks in the dead grass, shooting spikes of pain through their palms.

"Arissa Dameetha Bin-Lashiek! What did you do?!"

Arissa got to their feet, hiding a scowl at their teacher as they lift their head.

The teacher had their back to the young performer.

"Did you not watch me at all, child?"

The teacher ran through the short section of the routine again, her movements making her look as if she were flying.

Arissa kept their thoughts to themself. They'd never liked this lady, from the day she joined their family's troupe. They lightly slapped the upside of their hand, seeing red whisps of aqshy swirl around it.

"Quit it." They whispered to themself.

"Focus! Why is your head in the clouds? You and your writing, never focusing on what you must do. Are you not grateful for what your parents have done for you?"

Arissa bit back a retort, keeping it to themself.

"What? Forcing me to get on a stage, when I want nothing to do with a spotlight on me?"

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devizakura · 2 years

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2 - Little steps (Part 3)

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I'm sorry it took so long, winter really took all energy out of me 😩

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deviships · 2 years

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2 - LITTLE STEPS (Part 3)

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I'm sorry it took so long, winter really took all energy out of me 😩

#selfship #oc x canon #familial ship #platonic/familial ships #Hunter + Arissa (familial)#hunter tag (n/a)#my ships #my art

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noire-pandora · 3 years

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Birthdays

Another prompt from this list. Also on my ao3

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Arissa Surana learns how it feels to be loved.

The cold of the night made Arissa shiver, and she scooted closer to the campfire. No matter how much she wished to get to Denerim, they had to make camp and rest. Her companions chatted next to her as they ate their tasteless dinner. Arissa, Alistair, Leliana, Morrigan and Zevran have been travelling together for almost three weeks and now they had a moment of peace to get to know each other. She quietly watched them as they bickered, laughed and bonded. Even Morrigan joined them tonight, leaving the loneliness of her isolated campfire.

Arissa rarely spoke in moments like this. She preferred to eat and listen, Fluffy drooling on her leg. She loved to learn more about them but she was shy to participate. She believed tonight would be the same. Until Alistair turned towards her, a bright, big smile on his round face.

“What about you? What’s the best present you got for your birthday?”

Arissa blinked a few times, her hands squeezing her food bowl a bit too hard, her knuckles turning white. She could hear her heart pounding against her chest and she took a deep breath to steady it.

“I did not get any presents. I did not celebrate my birthday in the Circle”

Alistair’s eyes widened and his voice boomed with surprise. What? You never celebrated your birthday? Why?"

“Maybe I did, with my family, but I do not remember. The Templars took me to the Circle when I was five years old. And nobody asked for my birthday there. I never received any birthday presents. Sorry, I cannot answer your question,” she answered and avoided Alistair's eyes, looking down at her legs.

“Why are you apologizing, it isn’t your fault! I can’t believe they ignored your birthday. What a bunch of jerks.”

“This is how it usually goes in your Circles, Alistair. They do not care about the ones they cage in. They do not care about birthdays or presents or any holiday. Kindness is scarce. And all for the safety of the world, as your Chantry likes to say,” Morrigan intervened, sarcasm oozing from her words.

Arissa glared at Morrigan, deeply hurt by her words, but said nothing. Morrigan’s opinions against the Circle hurt, but Arissa usually ignored her. She had no idea what she talked about.

A long silence followed before Leliana spoke. “When is your birthday, Arissa?”

Arissa looked surprised at Leliana, as no one asked this until now. “22st Drakonis.”

“Friend, but this is three weeks from now. Why did you not tell us earlier?” Zevran asked, surprise written on his face.

“Why would I tell you that?” Arissa asked, truly confused about his question.

“Because we need to get your presents! And do something special for you!” Alistair shouted, raising his arms in the air. “What if we missed it? I can’t believe it, we have only three weeks to find a good present for you. You know, doing that in a Blight might be a biiiit tricky.”

“I am sorry, I did not realise that. You do not have to buy me anything. We are at war. My birthday is insignificant in times like this.

“Don’t be silly!” Alistair insisted, waving his hand to dismiss her words. “We’re going to buy you a present and have a birthday dinner for you. Somehow.”

“You do not have to, Alistair,” Arissa whispered, but her words were lost as Alistair started to plan what they should do for her birthday with the other companions.

The conversation lasted a few more minutes until Leliana decided to call it a day and they retreated to their tents, except Arissa, who took over the first watch. She stood in darkness, staring at the sky and wondering how her life would have been if the Templar did not take her away from her family. Maybe her parents would have bought her presents? Made her a cake? A tear slipped on her cheek. Fluffy whimpered and licked her face.

“It is all right, my friend. I am being silly. No need to cry about ifs and maybes. Let us pay attention so no Darkspawn can surprise us.”

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As the days and weeks passed by, Arissa forgot about that conversation. She had more pressing matters to think about, the Darkspawns attacking them at every corner.One night, they made camp as they usually do, but this time, Alistair insisted Arissa and Leliana went hunting for dinner. Arissa frowned, for it usually was Morrigan’s duty, and Morrigan rarely refused to do her part.The hunt went awful. Arissa was no hunter and while Leliana had impressive archer skills,the animals in the forest heard their steps and run away before Leliana had any chance to fire her bow. After an hour of running around animals and failing to hunt them, they returned to the camp with a few berries and mushrooms in their pouches. Arissa found Leliana’s nonchalant air about the whole situation a bit strange, but she did not question it.

A smell of cooked meat tickled Arissa’s nose as they got closer to the camp and she saw her friends sitting around the fire, a wild boar roasting above it.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “When did you catch the boar? Why did you send me and Leliana to hunt, knowing we will fail?”

“We planned this to distract you, friend,” Zevran answered, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Today is your birthday. Or have you forgotten?”

“We did this for you!” Alistair chimed in, visibly excited to talk about it. “Here, sit, sit. Alistair pushed her to sit on the wooden log next to his own. She looked at them, too surprised to say anything. “The boar needs time to cook. We have to wait a bit more or else we’re going to spend a lot of nights in the bushes. But until then, how about we give you the presents!”

“Presents?” Arissa murmured, unsure if she heard right.

“Yes, presents,” Zevran answered, a thick book in his hand. “This is my present to you. I brought you a journal. So you can write our adventure in it. Or draw. Anything that might distract you from your mission for a few minutes. “

Arissa’s hand shook as she took the journal. The black leather cover felt rough to the touch, but she loved the sensation against her fingers. She gently opened, careful not to break the spine. The white pages were empty and waited for her to put her mark on them.“Thank you, Zevran. It is wonderful. I think I know what to do with it. Do you mind if I used it to press and conserve plants? I always dreamed to make a herbarium.

“Not at all! What a beautiful idea. It is yours now.” he said, a big smile on his lips.

“And I offer you as a present a spell my mother taught me,” Morrigan said, her hands touching the will-be herbarium. She closed her eyes and her hands glow green, the light covering the book. It faded away in a few seconds. “The spell will protect the pages of your book from rain, mud, any element of nature, thus keeping your work intact.”

Arissa’s eyes became glossy as she held back her tears. No one ever cared about the integrity of her precious books. “Thank you, Morrigan.”

Morrigan nodded, and Arissa could have sworn she saw a small smile tugging at Morrigan’s lips.

“My turn now,” Alistair exclaimed, getting up and grabbing a small package from this backpack. “I tried to wrap it, but I’m not that good at it.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, and watched as Arissa slowly unwrapped her present.

Inside, she found a small wooden carving, a few centimeters bigger than a chess piece. At first, she wondered herself why Alistair gave her a chess piece but, as she looked closer, she noticed what it was: a carving after the Circle tower she spent all her life in. She gasped and blinked back a tear, but it escaped and slid down her cheek.

“I’m sorry!" he rambled, panicked. " I know it isn’t the best carving, but you said the Tower was the only house you knew and you miss it so I tried to give you a part of it. But I guess you don’t like it if you’re crying.” His shoulder dropped, and he kicked the ground, his disappointment showing. He gasped when Arissa’s arms wrapped around his torso, her hair tickling his nose. He stood still for a few seconds, but he returned the hug, squeezing her a bit too strongly. They stood like this for almost a minute until Morrigan grunted.

“Are you all right there?” Alistair gently asked as they broke the hug.

Arissa nodded, squeezing the small wooden tower against her chest. “Thank you, Alistair. I will treasure it forever.”

Alistair giggled and rubbed his neck again, his cheeks slowly turning pink. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Can we eat now?” Morrigan asked. “I am starving. Running around to catch a boar is not an easy task.”

“Be patient, Morrigan, please,” Leliana said, rolling her eyes. “My present to you, my dear friend, is a song. Would you like to listen to it?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Then take a seat and allow me to sing for you.”

As Arissa sat on the wooden log and listened to Leliana’s wonderful voice, the tears finally slipped on her cheeks and she didn’t bother to wipe them. She let her emotions take the best of her.

No one cared to compose songs about her. No one bothered to carve anything for her or spend their money to buy her books. No one thought to offer her anything, and she never realized others could go out of their way to make her happy. But now, these wonderful people prepared a delicious dinner for her and bought her presents, in the middle of a Blight, while they had to run away from Darkspawns attacks. For the first time in her life, she understood how being loved felt.

#promp #arissa surana #characters: alistair morrigan zevran leliana #birthday #dragon age #noire writes #my stories

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blasphemousherald · 5 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. nuva lavellan PRONUNCIATION. ( NOO-va ) ( la-VELL-ahn ) NICKNAME. nova, freckles, clover GENDER. fem HEIGHT. 5′6″ AGE. 27 at the beginning of inquisition ZODIAC. silentir / cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. trade tongue, elvish (eldirthe)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. strawberry blonde. EYE COLOR. vibrant, anchor green SKIN TONE. fair, covered in freckles and often sunburnt BODY TYPE. ectomorph// trouble gaining muscle and fat, as a result, v/ lean and small. ACCENT. free marcher dalish, usually tries to use a more neutral accent now ( thicker irish accent in her youth ) VOICE. DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous, right leaning POSTURE. tends to make herself smaller than she is SCARS. many facial scars from a dog mauling, slice along jawline/cheek from a blade, linear scarring at the back of her head from a skull fracture, burn patch on her hip from an abomination, discoloured patch beneath her knee from a compound fracture, stretch marks over stomach and breasts from childbirth TATTOOS. deep blue mythal vallaslin, full forehead BIRTHMARKS. freckles everywhere MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). freckles, big and bright eyes (with their cat-like pupils), big pointed ears, vallaslin, facial scars. basically, her face is pretty recognisable. oh, and also the anchor.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. in a valley near hercinia HOMETOWN. none BIRTH WEIGHT. 5lbs, 20z BIRTH HEIGHT. 14 in MANNER OF BIRTH. natural birth, long and difficult with a rough labour. FIRST WORDS. mama SIBLINGS. none PARENTS. seralahna (mother) and alahren (father, recently passed) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. over protective and doting, her father especially. she was the only child they were ever able to concieve and thus, made them extra protective of her. her father was especially protective as he recognised the same “fade-mindedness” that her mother has, and this only increased after her involvement with thomas.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. inquisitor in default verse / healer in companion / tattoo artist in modern thedas CURRENT RESIDENCE. skyhold CLOSE FRIENDS. arissa and lialora (healers in clan lavellan), elorra (second mage), felhren (a hunter), @pelle-lavellan, dorian, cassandra, cullen, solas, cole RELATIONSHIP STATUS. none FINANCIAL STATUS. honestly, as inquisitor it’s probably not bad. DRIVER’S LICENSE. no, she’d rather walk places ( in modern ) CRIMINAL RECORD. n/a VICES. reckless and impatient with poor self control. has issues with classic dalish stubbornness and pride. swears a lot. acts without thinking, and doesn’t always consider how others might feel about her actions. has a habit of masking her emotions & hiding when she’s upset.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. doesn’t usually express much of a libido until she takes an interest in someone. tends to be in the mid-range. TURN ON’S. humour // muscles // compassion // strong ethics & morality // practicality TURN OFF’S. arrogance // cruelty // greed // injustice LOVE LANGUAGE. words of love (primary), touch & gifts (secondary). she often has doubts going through her head, and so hearing the reasons that someone cares can be greatly impactful on her. likewise, she’s not afraid to wax poetic about her loved ones; she loves to talk. touch and gifts are lesser so than words, but she definitely does enjoy casual touches and will often surprise a s.o with a random gift. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. in the early stages of a romance she’s more likely to be uncertain of herself. she wants to express herself and her affections but she knows that she can sometimes be intense so rather than scare them off she tends to keep all but the most demure to herself. this eventually gives way to a sort of release where all her bubbly nature comes out at once, because if this doesn’t scare them off (unintentionally) then nothing will, before finally giving way to something a bit more... mature? still goofy and dorky with a tendency towards wordplay, but not as silly and childish as before. she’s more comfortable. in relationships she tends to give little gifts when she comes across something that they might like -- flowers, sweets, whatever. she also tends to want to spend a lot of time with them, expressing herself in long rambles and gentle touches. and expect plenty of puns when it comes to her.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. i’ve never really been able to pick one, but i guess FOREST // TWENTY-ONE PILOTS isn’t bad for her. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. she spends far more time than one may expect in the skyhold garden, cultivating the herbs. she also spends a lot of time on her art. MENTAL ILLNESSES. adhd, anxiety, a history of depression, dyslexia PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. chronic migraines, hyperemesis gravidarum in pregnancy LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right brained PHOBIAS. she has a lot of different fears but the only ones that could really be classified as a phobia is a fear of failure. of those around her dying because she wasn’t good enough. also, a fear of drowning / asphyxiation. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. very poor. VULNERABILITIES. she’s got quite a few. she’s very sensitive about certain aspects of her past and when a child is in danger she’s pretty likely to lose her shit. likewise, she’s super protective over her family and about preserving what little is left of elvhen culture. however, those vulnerabilities (family, culture, children) is likely to make her fight harder. otherwise, she considers herself rather stupid and gets overwhelmed when surrounded by a lot of people in an uncomfortable or unfamiliar space.

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#❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ❞ ( hc: nova. )

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loveydoveykirk · 7 years

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then comes the first of the sunday campaigns. i dm that one! sadly, i cant reveal too much about it because my players follow me but hmu and ill talk about it w you in asks or messaging.

the second sunday campaign is pyria trisvalur of house trisvalur, champion of the house. shes a half elf fighter and shes ready to throw down despite having two diplomats for parents. some would say she had an easy life. in ways, she did. she never hungered and she had fine clothes and swords. but because of her parents’ positions, and the reason she was born, assassins and thieves were constant. she learned how to fight at a young age. (and, to her parents’ dismay, put those skills to good use on the neighborhood kids.) she wanted to prove herself so she went out in the world when, as fate would have it, she was knocked out and woke up in the sewers with a moon goddess (who is in lesbians w the sun; confirmed by dm)

the third sunday campaign is my longest going campaign (over a year now) and so this character is near to my heart. nyx beren was a small gnome child who lived in the forest with her family… until a group of orcs and half orcs burned her home (with her parents still in it) to the ground. managing to escape, nyx went to the big city at a measly 12 years old where she eventually found herself at dwarf rogue’s doorstep. he himself was fairly young and took her in and trained her in his craft and they became fast friends. he gave her a dark purple, almost black, hooded cloak, and a name to match. cloak. when nyx was 30 and into adulthood in gnome years (and spent many years as an assassin at this point) okim (the dwarf) said he wanted more out of their relationship. he loved cloak. cloak said they should remain friends. later that night as cloak was going to sleep, she found a poisonous spider in her bed. okims signature. he had tried to kill her. she fled town and started to adventure as a simple thief, scared of spiders ever since. when she was 40 she met her party. fast forward to now, shes nyx “cloak” beren-eveningfall (married to rae'wyn, the party cleric) and has a child, a deep gnome named arissa. theyre still adventuring but raes friend talone is watching arissa at their keep, their home.

lastly, my monday campaign is nevarra, the half elf ranger. the land they live in has been under drow tyranny for approx 100 years. they were a slave, born to parents they never knew. they never learned to read or write but they learned common and elvish from other slaves who thought they should know their heritage. about a year ago, they escaped thanks to a masked strangers help. the stranger and them traveled for months, avoiding drow bounty hunters. not once did they see their rescuers face. one day, as they came back from a hunt, they came back to their encampment in shambles. there was a struggle and the masked stranger was no where to be seen. nevarra tried searching for them but couldnt go into any towns or cities for fear of being thrown in jail, taken back to the fela'liskes (the drows who owned them), or worse. nevarra stayed at the camp a few more days just in case the stranger was to return, but knowing they couldnt stay in one place too long, nevarra had to move. eventually, they found themself at a town where a little orc girl was trying to stir up a revolution. saving the orc girl by shooting the drow guards with their bow and arrows, a few other strangers and nevarra escorted the girl away. the strangers were the party nevarra travels with. nevarra got engaged by meeting someone then rolling a nat 20 charisma to propose while in battle. also the princess is ALIVE

#bbtta #kotmf #eza dnd #baseandbasi #tazdnd #sarah.txt #ocs #nevarra #cloak #eternal #pyria #theres like death n shit so dont like if ur sensitive to that 👌

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devizakura · 2 years

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Here we get a glimpse at Sibling Swap AU Hunter.

He was found by Castor while Arissa was away gathering resources. As for how Arissa got into Belos's hands... I believe that might be a slight spoiler for the canon timeline 😳

Under Castor's care, Hunter grows up to be an outwardly soft boy he deserves to be. He still has a tendency to absorb knowledge like a sponge - and this time, he has someone who's more than willing to listen.

He may not have dyed his hair like the original timeline's Arissa did in honor of her adoptive dad but he does have papa's lil braid beads 💜

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devizakura · 3 years

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2 - Little steps (Part 1)

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Now here's some food for thought, because I have a lot of thoughts whenever I write Hunter and I wanna talk about it. (Warning for discussions of parental abuse)

I like to think Hunter is aware of the fact Belos treats him badly sometimes, that he doesn't think that at least the physical abuse is normal or warranted (at least my version of him, who's had a positive familial relationship before), but that he simply believes it's either that or sure death and doesn't see a way out, and justifies his uncle's behavior as "his condition makes him like this, more prone to lashing out, if only I could help we could be a happy family". Especially since Hunter has seen Belos's gentle side, he knows he can be kind (not recognizing a lot of it might be manipulation) so there must be something causing him to be cruel.

He's also very protective of anyone who shows even a little bit of care for him, so if there is a chance his sister is happy somewhere else, he wouldn't want to put her in a situation where she might be forcibly dragged into his way of life. He has no idea what Belos would do. The fact that Belos injured Hunter when he was eager to tell might have saved Arissa some issues for now.

#the owl house #toh #hunter the golden guard #toh hunter #the golden guard #emperor belos #hunter + arissa (familial)#oc x cc #oc x canon #selfship #platonic ship #familial ship #art #my art #i'm arting #devi's art

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devizakura · 2 years

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2 - Little steps (Part 2)

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AT LAST! This one took me a long while, sorry for that.

Anyway

"Good luck returning me without the receipt, you little shit"

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devizakura · 3 years

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Soft hair... soft

Fun fact, Arissa has ADHD - like ✨me✨

If you're autistic or adhd and don't use soft and socially acceptable body parts of your close ones to tactile stim, what are you even doing with your life, am I right? 😂 I admittedly do that a lot, lol

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devizakura · 3 years

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Meanwhile, in an alternate universe where Arissa got taken in by Belos instead of Hunter

Thanks @therealjanejackson for accidentally brainstorming this with me 🤣

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devizakura · 3 years

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1 - REUNITED (Part 5)

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Despite the everything, believe it or not, this was the most enjoyable part to draw so far!

Aaand that concludes the first "episode" so to speak. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far 👉👈

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devizakura · 2 years

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In an alternate universe where Hunter wasn't so on guard about Arissa sweeping him up in a hug...

Finished a previously unfinished drawing today (albeit after some significant cropping). Hugs are hard but I really liked how his face came out so I had to get it done