it wasn’t just flowers they sent. 
there’s the universe calling for you on line two, orla–

  • Orla:How long have you been sleeping with Gansey?
  • Blue Sargent:That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Gansey is my friend, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate.

*shakes fist*
How yall feel about orla/Helen gansey ?!? Two totally unattainable girls pining after each other fucking wreck me Helen comes across orla’s number from a friend of a friend who swears by her so she calls and complains and doesn’t care she’s getting charged by the minute and orla just hums in the background and suggests she comes in for a reading. Maybe that’s why none of the male admirers can stick around?!?


“A Landscape Made By Time”

Sketch (colored and uncolored, since I liked both) of Orla, one of the amazing dwarf ladies from determamfidd’s fanfic, Sansûkh.  More specifically, I wanted to draw her as she’s described in this side-story.  I didn’t originally go into it specifically wanting to draw her naked, but that ended up being the only way to portray what I was going for, which was that quote I used as a title.  I wanted to show her with all the evidence on her body from the life she’s had- wrinkles and scowl lines, greying hair, tattoos, both scars from war and stretch marks from motherhood.  (And yes, I absolutely think dwarf ladies have chest hair. ;p  Also, headcanon that the Blacklocks use different tattoo designs, and tattoo in dark red instead of the blue-black the Longbeards use.)

But yeah basically Orla is a badass beautiful warrior mom and I love her a lot. <3