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I think it’s finally time that I post this piece. I started it months ago cause I wanted to paint a colorful personal illustration done in my style…I didn’t use it in ages. It’s autumn themed piece and my character Leia was a perfect subject for it XD It was done in Photoshop CC with Wacom Cintiq 27QHD and I drew it about 29 hours.

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DIY Inspiration: Raluca Bazura’s  Porcelain Jewelry

Both these ideas can be used for “inspired” versions: mice necklace using painted Dollar Store mice, and the wing/angel necklace using plastic spoons, craft foam, or polymer clay.

Raluca Buzura’s jewelry is made out of porcelain, transparent glaze, and colloidal gold.

For more DIY Cosplay Jewelry go here.

Find more of Raluca Buzura’s jewelry here.

Here is the beautiful wing necklace by Raluca Buzura below:

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Pharmercy pregnant Mercy, Pharah feeling the baby move (fluff)

It’s early, before sunrise, and Angela can’t sleep. It happens enough times for her to be unconcerned. The result of culminated stress. Her body can handle more than most, and subsequently, requires less sleep than most. So she sits up with a quiet sigh and reaches for her book with a small little light attached to the back. As quietly as she can muster, she sits up, the bed creaking only slightly as she rests her back against the headboard. From the dull light of her little lamp, she can see Fareeha’s relaxed face,  her slow, even breathing. Affection grips at her and longs to touch, but just because she can’t sleep doesn’t mean that Fareeha shouldn’t. So she lets her wife be and finds her page.

Fareeha is a notoriously light sleeper, however, and when Angela gives a soft whimper, dark eyes open and quickly clench again at the light. Still, she rises, leaning over and wrapping a muscled arm around Angela’s now rotund belly. 

“You okay?” she murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. She feels a kiss to the top of her head that soothes her nearly back to sleep. 

“I’m sorry I woke you. She kicked a nerve. Go back to sleep.”

“She kicked?”

Now suddenly awake, Fareeha sits up and leans over Angela to turn on the bedside lamp, bathing the bedroom in soft gold. Angela closes her book and sets it aside as Fareeha slides the covers down and lifts her ratty t-shirt (stolen from Fareeha) up underneath her breasts. She can’t help but shake her head at the sight. Angela, normally so petite save for those mercifully childbearing hips, swollen with a child. Their child.  Her normally inward belly button protrudes out a bit now and as Fareeha dips her head she can make out silver lines of stretch marks rising up from her side to cover her belly in a glorious sheen. 

Fareeha’s palms are large, and she spreads her fingers wide as she lays a hand on Angela’s stomach and waits. Angela smirks knowingly when, after twelve seconds, disappointment crosses her wife’s lovely features. 

“I was reading a romance scene when it happened,” she whispers for no real reason other than to not squander this quiet moment. “Perhaps if you…”

Fareeha turns to her with a smile. “Say no more.” She leans in, hand caressing Angela’s stomach as their lips meet. Slow and tender, chaste for fear of morning breath, but full of smiles and racing hearts as if it was their first night together all over again. She feels Angela’s hand over top of hers and allows her to guide it to the side, where after a few more kisses, she feels a kick. And then another. A third. Fareeha pulls away with a shuddered gasp and shakes her head. 

“Wow.”

Angela’s smile is a new one. A maternal one, soft and knowing despite not knowing anything at all. But it’s a mother’s smile. One that is in place to comfort a child who knows even less than her first time mother. Fareeha feels as if she’s about to burst from love. How can she have so much for Angela and still find the room to love this little basketball? Love that will only grow and grow and grow. 

“You should go back to sleep.” 

“Not when my girls are awake.” 

With another soft kiss, Fareeha rests her head gently on Angela’s stomach, and sings softly in her mother tongue.