#sebthesnipe

[erstwhilesky]

Commission for @gilby-the-geek-girl

As a gift for @sebthesnipe

based on a scene from sebthesnipe’s fic My Dearest Procyon. It’s a really fun fantasy au, and I highly recommend checking it out! You can find it {here}, and the chapter this illustration goes with can be found {here}.

I got to experiment with so many different techniques on this drawing, it was a really fun challenge and I’m really happy with how it turned out.

[nightashes]

Hi Friendo! Just wanted to drop in and tell you how awesome you are! I hope your doing okay and that today is a great day!

Aww! You are so sweet! Thank you so much! I’m actually having a pretty great week. I got a new haircut yesterday (shortest I’ve ever gone but I love it). I have fallen behind on your writing, so hopefully I’ll have time to read and comment today. You’re awesome!

[camiluna27]

👏💬🔊💜💙

awwwww <3 thank you so much! :D :D :Dfeel free to contact me when you want ^”^

[fangirltothefullest]

6A Logan? I have a soft spot for surprised softness Lo.

Expression meme

[foxy-voxy]

the color orange

Ooh, I’m not sure I have a song that reminds me of autumn. 

Loreena McKennit’s All Souls’ Night, maybe?

[camiluna27]

Hi! I'm sebthesnipe, aka Liz. My favorite color is green. I love vanilla ice cream. My favorite ship is a tie between Stanner (Bruce and Tony) and Sabriel (Sam Winchester and Gabriel). I have a cat named Jim-atron-akon aka Jimmy.

hi! :D green is one of my fave! :Dyey! brucetony! its a very nice ship ^^oh, sabriel is super cool too!  awww jimmy! <3 kitties are wonderful 

[arlessiar]

🌺Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going.🌺 (⌒▽⌒)♡

Thank you so much!! Getting this made me smile, thanks a lot! <3

[the-key-to-the-universe]

DA: Inqusition: rp

Elanna collapsed to her knees beside the crib, eyes scanning over Cullen’s limp form in wistfulness. His bloody mutilated body reminiscent of her worst apparitions. The life has seemed to have been seized absent from him, the warmth that once radiated from him subrogated with a foreign gelidity, the presence of death advancing over the man, eager to claim his soul. The elfs hand attentively laced with the humans, squeezing it gently in support, equivalently for her own than his. “Where will we obtain the other supplies he needs?” The inquisitor contemplated, tone edged with desperation “Will we receive them in time?” The moment before the conflict transacted out in her mind. I had offered to aid him help to which he had declined.’ She reflected ‘I walked away. I should have gone; insisted. I could have prevented this. I could have stopped this.’ “It was my job to protect you all,” the woman uttered in a hushed tone, brow furrowing in despair “and I failed. I failed you.” The closing of the sentence landed as a snarl, self discouragement conquering her.