Stitches and Sketches

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I'm a largely SFW artist. No sexual images/smut but there may be some violence and light gore in my art and there certainly is violence and heavy dark theming in my writing, though abuse of all kinds in my writing is treated appropriately and not romanticized.

My commissions are Open

Ko-fi link

The place to pay for commissions and check out my prices

Etsy link

I sell Chainmail Jewellery here

Feel free to ask about requests and art trades but my health is variable so I guarantee nothing for these

ao3 link

Side blog

#lottie's gothic wardrobe

#lottie's sketchbook

#chainmail

My fanfic series

The Tales of Isobel Morgana master list

#Isobel Morgana

If anyone would like to draw Isobel, I'm okay with it but nothing sexual in any way or inappropriate. If you have any doubt about whether or not I would deem the idea inappropriate, it is best to choose a different idea or ask me.

#lottie's backgrounds (these are available for free use. Just follow the rules I have laid out for them if you do and have fun!)

My original projects

#The Lost Legacy of New Victoria

#Draconic Dystopia

Information about me, my transformative work policy, and using my free backgrounds are below the cut ↓

Thank you @draco-senpai for placing this Etsy order, I had so much fun making it and it really cheered me up. I hope you love everything! You're a delight to work with as always 💜

Pictures of how I intended the pocket watch necklace to be worn below the cut ↓

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If I've already done one of your characters in my common room series, feel free to still ask but I will prioritize people who haven't gotten in one yet. If you'd like to make my life easier, please mention if you've had a character in one of my previous group pictures, thanks!

When I respond to your comment that you have a slot, please DM me with:

-refs of your character or a description if you don't have any (do not send me an AI image)

-your character's given name and surname

-your character's height (preferably in cm)

-if they want a teacup/snack

-a first and second option for where you want them to sit/stand (at least two people will be sitting on the floor/standing)

-any specific details you'd like to make sure I'm aware of

He would win a race like a half a lap ahead of us then proceed to get up and do a walking handstand around behind the couch and back to his seat before we even finished!

Mom says he did this because he's hyperactive but my siblings and I all say he was emoting on us before that was a thing.

Granddad bought a new car- like brand new, not used and purchased in cash because he always did that- and when he brought it home, dad came out to look at it.

"I don't really like this car. Do you want it? You need a new one, don't you? Here, you have it."

Yeah. He went and bought himself another new car a couple days later (the car that eventually because my first car) and the first one officially became dad's car.

As a kid I thought "Granddad is a crazy old man. Who just buys a car they don't even like?" but that car had leather seats. Granddad hated leather seats and dad loved them. That's the part I only realized as an adult. That car was a gift granddad knew dad wouldn't know how to accept if he'd framed it as "I bought you a car"

I've never felt more numb in my life.

I got a text from my girlfriend shortly later, asking if I wanted to hang out because she was going to be nearby and despite the fact that I probably shouldn't have been driving, I got in my car and went to get her. She got in my passenger seat with a frozen coffee for me and could immediately tell something was wrong. When I confirmed it was about dad, she asked if he'd gotten worse and when I said he had died only maybe an hour before, she was angry with me that I hadn't told her how bad it was while I had been trying to keep the house functioning and my brothers alive without mom there. She managed to make the day my dad died about herself. That day would be the catalyst for my first attempt to leave her and I think dad would be proud of that. That even after death, he was one of the first cracks in my trauma bond.

It went terribly. We ran out of bleach, it turned out patchy and orange, it took a few days before we could do another round of bleaching. When we finally did get it light enough, we put the purple over top and I knew immediately that I'd never go back to my natural color.

The rest of the year, we did all my root touch ups at home and every time something went wrong. We got bleach on things, we dyed counter tops, we dyed our whole hands and sometimes my neck and forehead… we had so much fun.

At the end of that school year, I wanted black and dad wasn't confident enough that he wouldn't mess that up so a friend I had who was learning to dye hair started doing it from then but I'll still always treasure that time.

Idiots in a kitchen with too few boxes of bleach and a tube of purple.

I was a pretty withdrawn kid at the time. Sometimes I wonder if that was his way of tricking me into talking to him.

With granddad I kind of just… didn't. There was no "I like girls" talk, I just told him about girls I liked and he'd respond with short stories about my my grandmother or little granddad jokes. When I brought my first girlfriend home in highschool, he had already been feeding her for months because I'd mentioned that she never ate in the mornings and he started sending double breakfast with me to school so that she'd eat.

With dad… I had a really toxic group of "friends" at the time (around 13 years old) who, because dad was a Christian and relatively conservative, would constantly tell me that he was going to hate me if I came out. That wasn't true in the slightest. They simply couldn't fathom someone who disagrees with them being a good person but nonetheless, it made me so scared that I was going to lose one of the most important people to me.

As I was an incredibly awkward teen, I decided the only way to get through the conversation was to not have it and replace it with a really bad joke. I had found this post (on here actually, someone tag me if you find the post because I've never seen it again) with a picture of the Dragonology book dad had gotten me as a kid and a caption along the lines of "if you had this book as a kid, you're gay now" and thus the plan became: sit at the table drawing dragons using the book for reference as I sometimes did, when dad comes in pull up the post and show it to him, say something like "hey, guess it's your fault I'm gay", side step difficult conversation with joke. Genius, I know.

So that's not exactly how it went. I know I showed him the post and mumbled out something incoherent then he stared at me for a few seconds and I think I started crying? He sat next to me and told me he loved me and we talked about it but halfway through the conversation, my oblivious sister walked up with a jar of something, wearing her headphones and that damn Jaden Animations hoodie that says "awkward" across the front, and asked him to open the jar then walked away without realizing what she'd interrupted. I wanted to sink into the floor.

At the time? Mortifying. In hindsight? Hilarious. Comedy gold timing.

It was nice having time just the two of us.

Thank you my dear 💜

I've been spending time with my family. Mom got us macrons for dad's birthday.

It was dad's birthday and we were going to have his German chocolate cake even if no one felt like celebrating. Mom was exhausted beyond description from weeks of hospice care on her own, dad was exhausted from taking me back and forth from the hospital and staying there for a bit after the surgery, I was exhausted from well… having surgery and from my abusive (now ex) girlfriend staying over to "take care of me" (read as "make me being sick all about her". That's a whole different story too), and my siblings were exhausted from keeping everything running while all that was going on. A lot happened that day so here's a list, probably in order, of things I remember.

1, we baked a cake (I probably wasn't very helpful)

2, I tried on the bodice of my prom dress and the centerpiece of my senior year 3D art portfolio for the first time since surgery and had a breakdown because it didn't fit now that the melon sized cyst was out.

3, dad's father and his wife (both are absolutely terrible people) called to sing him happy birthday and while they were on the phone, granddad started actively dying. Dad had to hang up on them, which they got mad about.

4, I ran upstairs to get my siblings.

5, while the body was being cleaned up and removed from the house, we all sat in a kind of numb catatonia.

6, my ex took advantage of the moment while I was drugged up, in pain, and emotionally devastated to "ask" if she could have my handmade prom bodice because "it doesn't fit you anyway"

7, we all pretended it was a different day and granddad dying had happened on some in between day that wasn't today because him dying on dad's birthday felt too messed up.

8, we had cake

It's hard to explain but I had felt like he was gone for a few days before his body physically died. I think it was since the time a few days earlier that he'd asked mom who I was as I left the room or maybe since shortly after that when he stopped waking up.

If you don't want your happy pride month disrupted, mute my blog or whatever you gotta do till father's day is over. I'll be sharing stories about dad and granddad and maybe a couple drawings too depending on how I'm feeling. Please be respectful if you decide to read and interact with the posts. I will immediately and permanently block you if you are not. I love both of them very much and will not tolerate any disrespect.

Posts discussing their deaths will have the "tw death" tag. If you would like to avoid those, block the tag. The other stories will all have the "grief week" tag.