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marian | 26 | she/her | illustrator | main blog @mababwion | commissions are currently: OPEN!

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Check out mababwion's commissions and portfolio! | Hi, I'm Marian! Canadian based artist currently doing my MA in Montreal for Art Education

Heyo! ~ I've opened up VGen commissions!

Between doing my MA and teaching, I'm also looking for ways to help support me and my family. If you're looking for personal characters or a gift for a friend, I'm available for anything!

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The sun, the moon, the stars, and the Earth

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Brain be spiralling all day every day and here are some Concept Sketches.

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“From now on,” Arthur declared. “This is where I judge you. Whatever you do from this point forward is how I will choose to remember you being. Because this isn’t just a second chance, this is a second life. We have all gone through entirely different things – we’re separate people. Yes, we can learn from the past, but only so we can plan for the future.

This is where the cycle ends."

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Sneak peak for Chapter 8 Wings of Time!

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For those interested, I made a little comic of some of my favourite dialogue written in my fic, Wings of Time. This was a nice scene that I think showcases Merlin and Arthur’s differences with how they deal with problems. When I’m writing, it’s almost as though I can hear them in my head, and I hope I portrayed that clearly here.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 7 is up!

“Is that all of it?” Arthur asked.

“For now,” Merlin grunted as he stood back up, favouring his side.

Arthur began placing it all into the dark void of the duffle. “We don’t know when we’ll be coming back —“

“I know,” Merlin growled.

Arthur snapped. “Look, if you have something to say —“

Merlin threw what he had down onto the examination table. “I did! And I said it! And you didn’t listen!”

“Because your choice was stupid!” Arthur shouted back.

“Well look at how well your idea turned out for us, hm? Because it all looks stellar from my perspective. On the run, presumed dead and, oh yes, all of our past enemies want to kill us.”

Though it was underhanded, Arthur sneered, “And you would rather them remain in the dark, oblivious to their own histories. Remind me again what happened the last time people were forced to be secret and betray their own kin.”

If Merlin had any energy left to use to smite him, Arthur was pretty sure he would have. As it was, his glare was nearly enough to make him second guess everything.

He didn’t want this to be how their reunion was, and he knew Merlin didn’t either, but emotions and feelings were so strong and hurt, it was hard for either of them not to lash out.

I did it for you, Arthur wanted to say. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t bear to lose you.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/10 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Mature

They laid Gwaine down on the examiner’s bed and the doctor quickly went to wash his hands before putting gloves on. As he returned, he would not look Arthur in the eyes and instead focused on Gwaine with a laser like intensity and began his preliminary examination.

“How well can you see right now?”

Gwaine’s eyes were foggy and disoriented, staring up at the doctor with a look of bewildered confusion. “I don’t — quite believe — what I’m seeing.” Then the fool smiled a dopey grin and said, “Hello, handsome.”

The doctor laughed, peeling away the jacket and lifting up Gwaine’s shirt to get a better look. “Not too well, then. Hello yourself. Do you have a habit of running into the woods and getting infectious injuries?”

“Only when there are hot doctors around to treat me.”

Arthur coughed, loudly. “Weren’t you dying a couple minutes ago?”

Gwaine’s head swivelled offended to stare at him. “Am I dying? That explains the angel then.”

“Good lord,” Arthur grumbled. “Maybe just put him out of his misery.”

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I'm thriving.

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still thriving 🙌🍾🙏🫡🥲💛🐦

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Thinks about colour coded found family elemental ninjas for FAR too long.

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*sees a dtiys going around*

Nice.

*sees a punk Lloyd dtiys going around*

NICE!

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The Golden Raven Crew

(Quality is garbage, please click 🥲)

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Wrapping up the members of the party for what we’re calling "Season 2".

After 80+ sessions, the characters and my art style have gone through a little bit of a glow up, and I don’t think that’s presented more greatly than these last two editions. I’m really, really happy with them.

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Mr Orym, your gender, sir. 😤👀❤️

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Kay, but is anyone else still randomly getting hit by missing shadowgast vibes or is it just me

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A Whole Bunch More Birthdays Happen In October.

Here are a few more members of the party, as I reach the very close end in sight for drawing each member of my party! Described below if you're interested!

Commission Info Insta

First up is Ashlei Jude "Grim" Carro. A half-elf cleric of the Goddess of Death, Grim woke up 2 weeks before the campaign with no idea where he came from or where he was. He embarked on his journey with his memories slowly returning, and his death quickly reapproaching.

Fahlen is the latest member of the party, the elusive rogue with a Tragic Past™️. Hard to get a read on, they're just beginning to see the value of friendship and how lonely they've truly been. Getting out of the shadows sometimes means embracing the light.

Goury Tolk, the Grandma of the group. She's dwarven, and she's lived longer than you and Seen Some Shit. But that doesn't stop her from caring for those she sees need help and a good meal. Careful though, she has a vendetta.

Erik Korsson, cleric of the God of Storms. What is it with clerics and memory issues? Erik has missing bits of his past and a recently returned companion who he can't quite get out of his head. Truly just trying to make his way in the world and seeing it for what it is, Erik is here for the ride, but will wear a seatbelt in the backseat, thanks.

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I'm thriving.