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fooltofancy · 2 years
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box but there's a bigger (smaller) idiot in it.
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thehorsecharles · 4 years
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Trade with @fooltofancy ;) of her OC Sehren Lavellan. I love elves so here we are. Please check out her art I HAVE BEEN ENVIOUS OF HER LOOSE STYLE AND REALLY GREAT COLOUR PALETTES. SO beautiful. Also all of her OCs look perpetually tired so hopefully that came through. 
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the moon, redux
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collagedraws · 5 years
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but picture it soft
@absoluteflamingnonsense
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wonderlandcrows · 7 years
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‘‘ Why are you so goddamn chipper in the morning?’‘ ‘‘ Well someone has to be right? ‘‘
‘‘ ... right’‘
[ @absoluteflamingnonsense ]
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heycollage · 2 years
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'you take my hand in your hand; from you flowers grow'
sehren/osa for @fooltofancy <3
from 5000 years ago, the prompt was- “many woven garlands made of flowers around your soft throat”
Sera’s giggle bubbles over for the fourth time in a matter of minutes, goading a deep sigh from Osa.
“You couldn’t I don’t know, help me? Instead of snickering at my poor workmanship?”
“Not a bloody chance, your inquisitor-ness. Much more fun for me gettin’ to see yeh struggle for once. Besides, I’ve done my fair share already,” The rogue waves a careless hand, indicating a precarious heap of flowers which are all, despite appearances, expertly woven into trailing decorations.
Osa grumbles, but doesn’t argue, turning her attention back to the artless tangle of half-braided flowers in her hands. She so wanted to contribute to the festivities for Josephine’s birthday celebration, but her usually more involved role of delegating preparations had been snuffed out of the possibility that Josie would catch wind of the surprise before it was time.
Being relegated to decorations lackey is not an assignment Osa had anticipated, or one that she relishes, given the current state of her fruitless labor.
Sera leans over to tuck yet another stray bloom haphazardly into the Inquisitor’s hair, which is looking increasingly like an unkempt meadow under Sera’s unprompted ministrations.
Osa is in the middle of smacking at Sera with a loose swatch of decorative reeds when she finally catches a glimpse of the figure in the corner who is hiding an unsubtle smirk behind one scarred hand. She immediately brightens at the sight, happily abandoning her futile project.
“Sehren! I’d wondered where you’d gone! Too bad you weren’t here to stop Sera bullying me over my clumsy work,” Osa flashes the unrepentant Sera a look of reproach as she stands to greet the grey-haired scout, shyly extending a hand toward her. Sehren finally steps into the light, smiling slightly, and gives her hand a quick squeeze before turning to survey the floral mountain. She lets out a low whistle.
“Didn’t realize you were planning on covering the whole of Skyhold. I know Josephine loves her parties but isn’t this a bit overkill?”
“We’re lucky Sera works as fast as she does, this’ll be enough to decorate the great hall at least, no thanks to me,” Osa grimaces, rubbing at a blister that’s sprouted on her index finger. “My capabilities do not extend to lovingly crafted floral arrangements, unfortunately.”
“She’s been at it for hours, might wanna take her away from it before she rubs them pretty fingers raw. Wouldn’t want that to ruin anyone’s fun tonight, now wouldja?” Sera winks, guffawing at her own lewd joke. She stops abruptly, eyes still dancing with laughter, as the air around Osa suddenly flashes cold, the glitter of frost crystals crackling around her hand. They both know it’s an empty threat, and Sehren rolls her eyes affectionately at the theatrics.
“Aw get your killjoy girlfriend outta here, dove. She’s bound to do herself a mischief.” Sera picks up the fallen strands of Osa’s attempted arrangement and flaps it at them dismissively.
“Absolutely not!” Osa flushes indignantly. She presses her lips to Sehren’s cheek in a soft kiss, and flashes her an apologetic look before petulantly reclaiming her seat next to Sera. “If I’m not here, who’s to make sure you don’t make Solas a crown of rashvine nettle?”
Sehren just barely stifles a laugh at the way Sera’s eyes dart to a barely-concealed basket of what looks suspiciously like the vines in question tucked neatly behind a nearby tree. A thoughtful expression crosses Sehren’s face as she surveys the twining floral decorations, her gaze settling on the perturbed look Osa is giving her blistering fingers as she reaches to snatch the half-done garland from Sera’s hands.
“I’ll see you later, I’ve got some errands to run before tonight anyway. Try not to get too tangled up, Osa.” Sehren smirks before turning to duck through the door, ignoring the Inquisitor’s protests.
Osa sighs, stopping herself yet again from worrying at the blisters on her fingers, and instead adjusts the sash around her waist. She smooths her hands over the dark blue fabric of her tunic, nervous without reason. This isn’t a high stakes Orlesian party or a meeting in the war room; the evening should hold nothing but lighthearted celebration.
Still, after months of events centered solely around politics and alliances, it’s hard to shake the sense of urgency during even a purely joyful occasion.
The Inquisitor is shaken from her thoughts by an odd scrabbling sound from her balcony, followed by a soft thud. There’s a slight pause, then a hesitant knock at the latticed window.
“Who’s there?” Osa readies herself, the air in the room dropping by several degrees as magic pools in her hands.
“I- ah. It’s me, Osa,” Sehren’s voice drifts in from the outside. “Didn’t mean to spook you.”
“Sehren? Maker’s breath, why don’t you just come in? Or, you know, use the door to my chambers?” Osa drops her guard, walking toward the balcony, and the room gradually regains its warmth.
Stepping into the last rays of evening sun, she finds a rather disheveled Sehren standing sheepishly on the balcony, with something partially hidden behind her back. Osa takes a bemused moment or two to take in the twigs poking out of pale hair and freshly scuffed arms, in contrast with a relatively clean scarf wrapped around Sehren’s shoulders- a nod to the quasi-formality of tonight’s festivities.
“Oh you know me, can’t stand to do things the straightforward way,” Sehren scrapes a booted heel against the stone floor. “Where’s the excitement in that?”
“Well… If it’s excitement you’re bringing, dare I ask what you’ve got in your hands?” Osa arches an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure Sera has a monopoly on firecrackers so it can’t be that.”
Hesitation rises again in Sehren’s posture, but she finally steps forward to offer Osa her prize. Draped across her hands is a delicately-woven garland of royal elfroot, interspersed with the draping buds of arbor blessing and dotted with embrium blossoms.
“Look it’s not anything really, but it’s- well this is for you. For tonight.”
“…Sehren. You made this yourself?” Osa breathes, reaching to run a fingertip over the fiery petals of a tiny embrium flower. “Just today, you made this. For me?”
“Yeah, of course. I mean, seeing you and Sera working on all that earlier, I thought it’d be nice for you to have your own. One you didn’t have to put any blood, sweat or tears into.” Sehren won’t meet her eyes, but her pallid complexion stays unflushed. Osa however, is beaming, a pink tinge clearly coloring her cheeks even in the warm evening light.
“I don’t mean you did a bad job on yours or-“
“Oh don’t baby me,” Osa laughs, “I know my garlands look more like mabari chew toys than decorations. But Sehren, this is so lovely of you. This is wonderful, really. Thank you.”
“Yeah, don’t think anything of it. You’re welcome-,“ Sehren stiffens as Osa grasps her hands, pulling her in to press a lingering kiss to her cheek, the scent of fresh flowers enveloping them both.
“You’re sweet.” Osa nudges her forehead against Sehren’s and they share an extended moment of comfortable silence.
Eventually they separate, and Sehren loosely coils the garland around Osa’s neck and shoulders, the petals brushing softly against the Inquisitor’s throat. Osa smiles softly, reaching up to cradle Sehren’s fine work in her hand, brushing a thumb gently over a just-opened arbor blessing bud. She looks up to meet pale eyes that quickly slide away from her gaze and she smiles, stepping toward the reticent scout.
“Shall we?” She playfully offers her arm in an over-the-top show of gallantry which Sehren bats away, rolling her eyes, leaving Osa laughing as she heads toward her chamber door.
“Only because I know they shipped Orlesian wine in for this event.”
“We had to get you to show up somehow, right?”
“Oh right because this celebration is for me and not Lady Montilyet.” Sehren crosses her arms, pausing at the top of the stairs.
“Promise you won’t tell her?” Osa gives Sehren a wink and offers her hand, the other resting on the doorknob. Sehren lets out an exasperated sigh in response, descending the stairs to give her outstretched hand a squeeze.
“I won’t breathe a word to a single soul.”
“Lovely,” grins Osa as she turns the handle and the two step into the great hall amidst the wash of candlelight and the scent of spring flowers.
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fooltofancy · 2 years
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idk, leafs.
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fooltofancy · 2 years
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idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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i regret to inform u that not only is she an idiot, she is also kind of a jock.
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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@heycollage put me in an idiot mood, so have some idiot.
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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this isn't the style i was trying to remember how to draw, either.
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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not really trying new things, but i AM doing my best to disregard old... things. have another box.
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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How about that Venatori palette with a character of your choice?
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three actual years later.
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fooltofancy · 3 years
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whole ugly pile of things i WANT to draw atm but first i have to remember how to do.... that. anyway.
have an alcoholic.
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fooltofancy · 4 years
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i’ve stopped sleeping and @heycollage and i were talking about the idiot and raccoons which live in my head rent-free now. 
they’re spiritually compatible. 
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