#manillasart

[etoileven]

the lady in the flowers - done with brush markers and a micron pen

[aph-yoohoos]

This started as something small for ceilion but became an 8 hour project really quickly. Happy belated birthday by like.........a lot..... @snorikefjell

I guess im here now

Oh god

[ask-middleschool-hun]

((maybe she’d be prettier if she stopped slouching, but liz doesn’t give a flying dog fart like the queen she is))

[etoileven]

:)

[etoileven]

lyra belacqua --> lyra silvertongue

*click for higher quality*

[etoileven]

“who are you?”

[etoileven]

Day 2 - Tradition. A sketch and a watercolor done as the two dorks would every couple decades or so. It turns out differently every time, and like the old days, they're frowning.

@aph-romnor-week

[aph-yoohoos]

My Hetabang project with @teenytonnie​!

The story written by them and the drawing done by me!

Berwald walked out of the local animal shelter, a small dark teal pet carrier securely in his arms. There was an animal in there - a small white dog, to be specific - and he wanted to be extra careful carrying the new pet to his car. Before he got either of them inside, though, Berwald lifted the carrier to take a peek at the puppy inside. The fluffy dog wagged her tail happily at the sight of him - she wasn't scared at all, to Berwald’s surprise, quite the opposite, really, which is what made her stand out to him. She was a dog that would be able to live with him without being in constant fear, like seemingly any other animal in the shelter would be. That comforted Berwald - one less person to worry about his standoffish looks.

The tall Swedish man opened the door to the backseat and placed the carrier inside, fastening the seat belt over it. Maybe it was unnecessary, but perhaps it would keep the puppy from being jostled around too much while the car was moving. After getting in the driver's seat and buckling his own seatbelt, Berwald began making the drive back home where he resided with his wife (well, really his husband), Tino. He was the love of his life. And hopefully, he would be just as overjoyed as Berwald was with the new surprise. 

During the car ride, Berwald would often hear the dog moving around inside the carrier in the back seat - the sound of dog nails against plastic, mostly- which only made him all the more thankful he thought to put the seatbelt on back there. Luckily, the animal shelter was about a five minute drive from Berwald and Tino's house, and so the ride home was shortand, for the most part, smooth. The puppy hadn’t whined much and from the little peeks that Berwald took, she seemed excited for what came next. After parking the car in his driveway, he retrieved the carrier from the back seat and tucked it under his arm. 

This will be a nice surprise for Tino, Berwald thought as he walked up the sidewalk leading to his front door. Putting the pet carrier down, Berwald fished his pockets for his house keys before unlocking the door to his house, scooping up the crate again and stepping into the front hall. Tino was there in a few seconds to greet him. 

"Hi, Berwald! How was your drive?" Tino glanced down at what Berwald was carrying in his arms. "What's in the crate?"

Berwald, as usual, didn't respond much in terms of words, instead kneeling to set the carrier down. He then unlatched the door and opened it, and, discovering she was free, the puppy ran out and immediately went to investigate Tino. This involved trying to jump up his leg. Tino laughed, not seeming to mind, having gasped in surprise when he saw the small and fluffy dog bound towards him. Picking her up, he asked almost with tears in his eyes, "You got us a puppy?"

To which Berwald nodded. 

Picking up the puppy, Tino gave her a hug before he embraced Berwald, too, careful to keep the dog out of the way as he did so. 

"Thank you so much! That was so sweet of you, love!" Not that Tino could expect anything much different from Berwald. They pulled away from one another, Tino still holding the dog in his arms. 

"What do you want to name her?" Berwald asked, knowing immediately that Tino would probably come up with something strange - asking that question sealed the puppy's fate to whatever weird name Tino would pull out of the depths of his mind. 

Tino gave his response a long, hard thought though, even holding the dog - who was wagging her tail a thousand miles per hour since Berwald picked her up from the shelter- in front of him as he carefully considered his answer. "Hmm… I'm thinking Hanatamago."

This surprised Berwald, and he agreed, thinking of how sweet and simple the name was.There it is. Hanatamago was the name that so perfectly screamed Tino, and the name that would stick to that little dog forever.

@hetabang​