#cruria

[kalika999]

Look at the amazing comic pages created by Cruria for the @charityhawktion based on @1000-directions awesome fic Boys of Summer that was written last year for the same event!

I love this story a lot and being allowed to have it brought out through artwork is just a cherry on top! 💙

If you enjoy Cruria's artwork, please leave this wonderful person a comment and/or a kudos on their AO3 post and please check out their other pieces while you're at it! :D

[no6secretsanta]

From @cruria for @nero-rabbit, who requested Nezumi visiting Shion in the hospital. Happy holidays!

[tachibanamakotobirthdayexchange]

💚 @cetaceans-pls  on tumblr created a gift for @/cruria on ao3.

You can find the gift here (ギフトはこちらへ)-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/27972931

@cetaceans-plsさんは＠/cruriaさんのギフトを作りました。

[kuchee]

happy zutaraang valentines @cruria​!! ❤️💛💙 I hope you enjoy this post-canon, slice of life snippet🙂

Zuko takes a brief glance around the room at the numerous groups of people huddled around the communal fire before shifting closer to Aang. Not surprisingly, there isn’t much to do holed up in the Southern Water Tribe in the middle of winter – at least, for those unused to sub-freezing temperatures – especially when you’re approaching the third evening of festivals and meetings.

Even considering that, Aang seems particularly preoccupied, uncharacteristically sitting in a corner and bothering no one. Not even Momo’s inquisitive purrs on his shoulder are able to distract him. 

Zuko cranes his neck. “What are you doing?” he hisses, not wanting to draw the curiosity of anyone surrounding them. People here are much more relaxed around royalty than anyone ever is back in the Fire Nation, but Zuko still manages to draw his share of attention. On the far side of the great room, through the dancing embers of the fire in the middle, he can see Chief Hakoda and his family in a loose circle. Sokka says something with a sceptical expression, which makes Hakoda throw his head back in laughter, ruffling Katara’s hair next to him. Zuko hides a smile by aiming it at the ground. It’s odd that Aang isn’t sitting with them.

“Braiding,” Aang says, belatedly. He sticks his tongue out in frustration, eyes almost bulging to discern something in his lap in the dim light. His hands are working in sharp, repetitive movements. 

“What is that?” 

In response, Aang presents the palm of his hand, a thick strip of elaborately woven threads in the middle of it. “Hemp fibre,” he mutters, picking up another thread from a pouch next to him, before hanging it between his teeth to measure, a little cross-eyed. “From the Earth Kingdom, I got it from that agricultural village we went to last month.” He twists the stiff threads with quick precision. 

“You’re making a bracelet,” Zuko says. Watching Aang’s technique jogs his memory. “...Like the monks’ lucky bands you told me about.” 

Aang glances up with a grin, brief but dazzling. “Yeah. You remembered.” He hands the item to Zuko for inspection. Zuko takes it carefully, trying not to tangle the loose ends. He holds it up to the firelight. It’s impressive – he can spot several types of knots and twists with no clue of how they could be combined so elegantly. 

“Gran-Gran offered me seal-gut string which is smoother, but I don’t think the monks would have liked that.” 

Zuko laughs and hands it back. “For Katara?” He can guess easily enough from the sheepish way Aang looks at him, not to mention the rapt attention he gives the task. That’s why they aren’t sitting together. 

“Yeah. So it’s not really for luck, I guess, it’s just– a gift.”  

Zuko nods and continues observing Aang braid the threads in silence. 

The scraps of conversation around the circle merge into one hazy murmur as he watches. Zuko relishes the peace and quiet, the opportunity to simply watch. It’s a peculiar thing to observe an Air Nomad tradition, just as it’s peculiar to be invited to the Southern Water Tribe, and to be there willingly in the depth of winter. The strangest parts of his new life as Fire Lord are in the little details, not the big responsibilities. 

Aang scrunches up his eyebrows and curses lowly, undoing a knot he just made. Zuko smirks to himself. When he thinks of Aang in action, it’s the sheer prowess of the Avatar’s fighting skill that crosses his mind; or alternatively, his skill of mediating. He never really gave thought to Aang’s hobbies, though watching him now, it seems to entail the same eerie patience that Zuko finds equal parts frustrating and inspiring.

Zuko thinks he’s the opposite. Uncle would probably say he hasn’t had the privilege to think about mundane arts and crafts in years, but Zuko doesn’t think that’s true – he’s just not that kind of guy.

He remembers he used to like fire-writing when he was a kid, though he was never any good at it. The tsungi horn, too, was something he reluctantly came to enjoy, once he stopped having tantrums over being forced to learn it. 

Anything so frivolous disappeared forever with his banishment.  

Aang’s eyes reflect the low firelight as they flit across the threads.

“How long is it gonna take you?” Zuko asks, if only to distract himself from the sneaking ache that seeps into him, watching Aang in focus. How does someone go through all that he has – all they both have – and still get excited about making trinkets? 

“Pretty long... I’ve been working on it at almost every gathering this week,” Aang says. He adds meekly, “it’s a complex braid, but I want her to have the prettiest one so…” He laughs nervously, his expression morphing quickly as he thinks of something to change the subject. “Wait – let me show you something – hold this for a minute.” 

Zuko holds on to the bracelet again while Aang digs around in the pouch. It’s ludicrously simple and plain compared to the kind of jewellery he’s grown up around – everything here is. He imagines it tied around Katara’s skinny wrist; how suitable it would be. He imagines tying it around her wrist himself, a thought so abrupt and unjustified that he blames it on all the ceremonial hand-clasping they’ve been doing for the past few weeks – as pioneers of the new, restorative relationship between their homelands. Zuko had promised to see it done before the anniversary of the end of the war, gravely underestimating how many lengthy community discussions and presentations it would take. That’s why he’s here, six months later. He can’t say he minds. 

“This,” Aang says, carefully unspooling another thread, so delicate that Zuko’s eyes can only make out the thin lines when they catch the light of a wayward flame, “I got this from Toph– well, I got her to make it.”

Zuko might have judged prematurely about the plainness. It’s silver – probably pure silver, like the embroidery on the expensive robes worn in court parties. Glinting like sunlight trapped by the ocean. Zuko finds it hard to believe there’s even a trace of impurity in that, marvelling as ever at Toph’s abilities. “That’s gonna be the finishing touch,” Aang says.

Zuko nods approvingly. He wonders idly how Mai would have reacted to something like that. “It’s a really nice gift for your girlfriend.” 

Aang recoils slowly, shaking his head. “What–no. It’s not really for that, it’s just a nice thing to do. I mean, it’s special, obviously, but that’s not because we’re dating – I think we are, anyway – but that wouldn’t make sense since I’m making—” he stops short, “Uh.” 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Aang says, his voice rising an octave. He looks away from Zuko and straightens his posture, staring into the distance as if something foreboding just dawned on him. “Nevermind.” He scratches the back of his head before returning to Zuko with a strained smile.  

Zuko frowns. “Sure, okay. Whatever.” He doesn’t bother to even pretend to know what goes on in Aang’s head. “Do you want to go get something to eat?” 

_____

He finds the bracelet amongst his belongings weeks later, identical to the one he had found Aang braiding except for the line of spun gold weaving into each pattern. He’s a few hours away from the dock in the South Pole already. The unostentatious homeliness of the place is already vanishing dismally quickly, and with each minute, the severity and spectacle of the Fire Nation court looms closer. He smiles and puts it on. 

[seasons-of-anime-exchange]

Flurry of Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25682668

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Pairing: Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang Creator: Amarilly @amarilly Giftee: cruria

Summary: Roy Mustang was on an honorable quest- to rid the mountain of its wild monsters and ensure safety for the little town below its slopes. Still, he wasn’t above accepting help.

Tags: mythical creatures AU, Hawkeye is a Harpy, Roy is an adventuring knight

[dc-secret-gift-exchange]

For: @minhues

From: @cruria

[tododekubigbang]

hi! I applied as an artist (under the same username) some time ago, but I will be deleting tumblr blog in april- beginning of may the latest, when the project is in work and because of that I'd like to ask if I can drop out before it starts. Sorry for the problem and thank you!

Hey there!

If you would like to drop out from the event before it begins, you are more than free to do so. However, if your only reason for doing so is that you will be deleting your tumblr, you don’t have to drop out, as you can post your work to another social media you are in, such as twitter!

We would be thrilled to have you if you are still interested in participating!

-Mod Angie

[mthofferings2018]

Cruria

See Cruria’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Tumblr - cruria

Preferred organizations:

Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain:

I think I'm ok with most stuff I can think about now. and I love AUs!

Will not create works that contain:

- ships of minor and adult. - abuse? hate? other stuff like that? but i think it's obvious.

-- Art --

Auction ID: 132

Will create works for the following relationships:

Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff /Steve Rogers (or any 2 of them)- all universes Stephen Strange/ Tony Stark - MCU Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr- all universes Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock- all universes Frank Castle/Karen Page- MCU Jessica Jones/Trish Walker- MCU

Work Description:

I'm offering a black and white ink art with golden parts (similar effect to this picture https://www.instagram.com/p/BoczobeBcxk/?taken-by=cruriaart) with marvel characters in platonic/romantic relationship of your choice. If you want other ship than listed or you are not sure if I can create content for your prompt, please ask me on tumblr about everything before you decide to bid. I’m open to any suggestions but please mind I will not draw incest or minor/adult romantic relationships I'll start sketching the piece by November 6 (the day after sending donations receipts close) or the first day the winner writes to me about their idea. 90% chances I'll have the work finished by the end of the year. If the winning bid is 25$ or more I'll send the winner not only digital copy, but also original artwork if they choose to. I can pay for international shipping without a tracking number, but if a winning bidder would like a shipping with a tracking number I'd prefer them to pay for it.

Ratings: G, Teen

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Art --

Auction ID: 133

Will create works for the following relationships:

this is auction for illustration of one character only

Work Description:

I'm offering a portrait/ halfbody piece of one charater of your choice. It will be black and white ink art with golden/silver parts (similar effect to this picture https://www.instagram.com/p/BoczobeBcxk/?taken-by=cruriaart) I’m comfortable with all characters and I can create piece with blood or partial nudity but not depictured in erotic way I'll start sketching the piece by November 6 (the day after sending donations receipts close) or the first day the winner writes to me about their idea. 90% chances I'll have the work finished by the end of the year. If the winning bid is 25$ or more I'll send the winner not only digital copy, but also original artwork if they choose to. I can pay for international shipping without a tracking number, but if a winning bidder would like a shipping with a tracking number I'd prefer them to pay for it.

Ratings: G, Teen

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

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