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heartaswater.bsky.social
Quin
@heartaswater.bsky.social
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| they/he | linguist by chance, weeb by trade |

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#art #artmutuals #traditionalart #sketchbook
November 23, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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Best girlie Rihari, one of my and my partner's favorite OCs. If you want a lore dump about her, consider becoming art mutuals with me! Encourage me to draw more cute girls! Invest now! lol

#art #sketchbook #artmoots #beginnerartist #traditionalartist #oc #ocsky
August 21, 2025 at 8:50 AM
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I'm looking for art mutuals! Here's some of my recent stuff

#art #artmoots #artmutuals #beginnerartist #sketchbook
August 15, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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Did this painting of my OC the other day
#art #oc #watercolor
August 15, 2025 at 6:38 AM
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#WIPSnips ah yes the homoerotic sword practice
"Don't tell me you've only now noticed that I'm left-handed. I've seen the way you look at my hands," Varuna said before stepping away slightly before blocking Akkar's attack. "I've been admiring the rings." "Then which one is your favorite?" Akkar couldn't answer that question, he could however draw the prince's hands from memory, veins and scars included. "The one the Queen gave you." He was dead again—sword through the heart. Varuna lifted Akkar's chin with his sword. "I have one from my father. None are my mother's." He cocked his head to the side. "I just slashed your throat." Akkar wondered if the prince was suggesting he talked too much.
June 27, 2025 at 10:49 AM
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Oh it's my time to spine, thsi is my favorite bit from this WIP

#WIPSnips
"Then listen to me instead, love. Don't waste my time—we don't have much." Varuna reached out, caressing Akkar's cheek with the back of his hand. "Maybe it'll be easier for you if you don't treat it as a plea, but as an order. Hurt me, love. In whatever way you want to." The pure determination in his eyes made Akkar desperate to cause pain to the prince, to touch him exactly the way he wanted, to treat him without respect just for a few hours. After all, who was he to deny him? Just a mere contractor, now a traitor in some way, who was about to choke a person he swore he was devoted to. Akkar was about to lay his hand on one of the gods walking the earth.
June 23, 2025 at 10:29 AM
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Another unemployment doodle

#art #sketbook #traditionalart #beginnerartist
June 18, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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#WIPSnips
Instead, Varuna took his hand, walked him through the ruins of his palace—the walls were crumbling, rubble surrounding them at all times. No one minded as if this place was meant to stay this way like a ruined temple of a forgotten deity. Varuna might've been the prince, the ruler of this land, but no one seemed to treat him as such anymore. His influence over the people wasn't enough for them to listen to him, to even take care of the palace where he spent most of his day. The bedroom was no less ruined than the throne room, the big bed standing in the middle and the ceiling over it covered with hundreds of cracks like a spiderweb. Varuna smiled and shrugged, a resigned expression flashing across his face. "Don't wait, don't be gentle with me. I don't like it when people are," Varuna said, his muscles tensing as he sat up and reached for Akkar 's hand only to place it on his neck, his fingers resting right next to Varuna's gills. The prince wasn't scared—inciting maybe, inviting. He wanted this, whatever he was asking for, and Akkar thought he could give it to him. "I don't want to hurt you."
June 18, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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June 17, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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Unemployment doodles

#art #sketchbook
June 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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#WIPSnips
“Yes, most people only remember the capital. My village is nothing like it. There's just fields and cattle and fig trees. It must sound like a nightmare to your highness.” “It sounds idyllic. Like something from a picture book.” Akkar scoffed. “There's no library.” “It does sound like a nightmare," the prince added. His face betrayed no amusement, but it sparkled in his eyes the same way his jewelry reflected the light. "My ex partner used to read the dictionary to me when she wanted to annoy me. Maybe that's why she became a linguist." Varuna tilted his head at that. "She's also familiar with your field of study?" "She was the one who got me into researching old Takahan with the focus on writing systems. She'd be a better addition to this team, but… I'm here because of her fucking me over," he said, the curse staining his lips. "I'm sorry." "What did you research before coming here? If you could tell me in detail." "Well there's a lot of jargon that doesn't concern your highness, but we focused on the… what's the word—transitional period between Aquan and old Takahan. She focused more on etymology and I more on writing systems."
June 16, 2025 at 9:49 AM
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A different WIP. The aftermath of a prince drinking too much whisky and saying some horny nonsense to his rescuer
#WIPsnips
Varuna felt like he was sinking into the sea. He enveloped his head in the blanket as if pretending he was still in the royal bedroom, merely having just woken up from a nightmare. Because this was a nightmare. "Your highness, what you said inebriated doesn't define any of your actual desires. If you know you wouldn't want to proposition me sober, then that's all that matters," Akkar said calmly before he sighed or laughed quietly—Varuna couldn't tell. "No," he started before taking a deep breath, "no, I don't remember what I said, but whatever it was, I meant it. I have trouble expressing my thoughts when they are bound by years of studying etiquette, but that knowledge disappears when I drink too much. It has been pointed out to me before." "So you have thought about me blowing you before." "Pardon?"
June 10, 2025 at 10:40 AM
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From my urban fantasy wip #WIPsnips
"Maybe that's what we're supposed to be doing… at least what we the angels are supposed to do," Zacharie answers, sounding unsure, maybe a little hesitant to have a differing opinion at all. "You shouldn't have to live in shame." "Maybe it pushes me to be a better person. Maybe the shame is useful." Daerie notices how quickly the argument went from the angels to me. I, in particular, should be pure, a good brother, good, kind, a good child, good, good, untouched by sin… "No amount of shame is useful," Daerie says despite knowing they're probably talking about two different things. But even then, his position needs to be upheld. He'd stay by it no matter what. Touching their shoulder, Zacharie stares into their eyes with an almost haunted look. "Do you mean it?" Zacharie's energy spills into the room, and it feels the same way hearing church choirs for the first time does. It's grand, powerful, and seems to fill the entire room, capturing Daerie's attention and holding him by his throat.
June 9, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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I lied in my bio about drawing only pretty men, I also draw pretty women sometimes

#art #sketchbook #beginnerartist #traditionalart
June 3, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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Some sketches from the last month, different mediums. I'm trying to speedrun this sketchbook bc I don't enjoy the small size of it but indont wanna replace it just yet

#art #sketchbook #beginnerartist
June 2, 2025 at 7:46 AM