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A couple of gift sketches for sarineochaos, who stopped by my table on Saturday and literally made my day by not only telling me she has been reading and enjoying Conquest, but also by uttering the one statement I’ve been dying to hear from a reader since the beginning:

Ugh, just FUCK ALREADY.

I had to stop myself from full-on-fangirl freaking out about it right there. ;A; Thank you so much, Sari! I hope you like the rest of the story, and we must do dinner again soon! <3

It’s always weird drawing them in romantic situations outside the context of the story because the dominant and submissive roles are so fluid and shifting with these two…

Rules:
- Always post the rules
- Answer the questions from the person who tagged you 
- Write 11 new ones 
- Tag 11 people and link them in the post
- Tell those people that you tagged them

I was tagged by the lovely dance-little-turner

Questions:
1.- Where are you from?
Us

2.- who are your tumblr crushes according to tumblr?
alexturnerswife
fake-tales-of—arabella
piledriverwaltzs
fuckingalexturner
drunk-coconut
oldyellabricks
arcti-cmonkeys
catnipghost
ilovearcticmonkeysandthestrokes

3.- What do you like the most about yourself?
I’ll say my hair tho I have a love-hate relationship with it

4.- Five favourite movies?
My neighbor totoro
Legally blonde (yea)
Mean girls
Shawn of the dead
Back to the future

5.-old or new?
It depends like I like to get new clothes and I like those old vintage cars like a 1967 Chevrolet impala! So I guess both? Can I do that? (Sorry for all the “likes”)

6.-Favorite picture of anything or anyone?

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7.-Last song you listened?
Catapult by arctic monkeys

8.-Do you speak another language?
No

9.-Sun or rain?
Def rain!!! (✿ ♥‿♥)

10.-Dogs or cats?
Dogs!

11.-Favorite Album?
 ♥♥♥ I’m married to Humbug♥♥♥

My questions:
1. What’s your favorite blog?
2. Tea or juice?
3. Favorite colour?
4. Favorite ice cream flavor?
5. Have you ever had Mac and cheese pizza?
6. What’s your favorite dessert?
7. Do you like spicy food?
8. What’s your spirit animal?
9. Do you still have stuffed animals?
10. Are you vegetarian?
11. Do you know who’s Alexa Chung?


I tag:
humbug-monkeys
arabelluh
alexturnerers
arcticmonkies
northpole-monkeys
humbug-monkeys
looking-pretty-suspicious
koenigofficial
jamehhhhh
mardyumm
turnerandcasablancas

(I don’t think you have to do this but Wutever)

anonymous said:

(sex pollen meme) "Your highness, I've brought the White Council's tribute, and..." *click* *click* "I really need to start knocking when I come to Arctis Tor. Do you... um... need a hand?" (ask-the-blind-wizard)

Someone had decided to fuck with her. Or perhaps just fuck her. They’d been subtle about their actions, too. She hadn’t recognized the flower tucked innocuously into the bouquet she’d found sitting outside her sitting room until it was too late, and she’d already taken a deep breath of the bouquet…and of that one flower and its pollen.

Mab had tossed it away as soon as she’d found it…but too late. She knew she had very little time. Didn’t want to run for her personal rooms, because she wasn’t sure there would be time to get there before she lost control (and it merely completely slipped her mind to open a way there and step through it)…

This was as private as her personal rooms, though…none would dare bother her here. It was where she retreated between Court meetings, to get some privacy. If she wanted to hide in here all day, noone would do a thing. There were some benefits of being Queen.

So hurriedly, she had tied herself to one of the chairs so she couldn’t go anywhere, buried her magic under a sort of shield that wouldn’t let her access it save in case of emergency…and then she waited.

It had been nearly an hour since the damn stuff affected her when suddenly the door opened. She gasped in shock, freezing briefly to stare up with wide eyes at the door. “What…what are you doing here?” She gasped out, slurring the words slightly, her eyes unfocused from the sheer amount of need burning in her system right now. She wriggled in the seat, unable to keep from rocking against the chair to try to ease the ache in her.

[ ask-the-blind-wizard ]

anonymous said:

Mantle) How much mental manipulation did you have to use so you and your Knight finally to fuck? You should let him fuck you as the Knight next time. I bet the Wizard does not even match the Knight's abilities

Don’t be dumb.  I don’t need mental manipulation to get the Wizard to fuck me.  Just the proper incentive.

And that’s who it was- by the way- the Wizard and his little apprentice; not the Lady and the Knight.  I do miss my Knight though.  I haven’t had him since Mab imprisoned him in Arctis Tor. 

Pity, that.  Maybe we can fix it…

Planning on Planning

I’m a planner. I’ve got note books with me everywhere I go to keep track of plans. My Evernote account is filled with reminders for things I need to get done. If I write it down, it’s the first step towards fruition.

Of course, circumstances change and the things you plan for don’t always work out. That’s why you make back-up plans, and back-up back-up plans.

I planned to go on a cross-country, dryland-mushing road trip this fall. I wanted to hit a few national parks, camp out with the dogs, and experience amazing new places. I even had enough vacation time to make the trip do-able (though it would basically drain my PTO for awhile).

As much as I wanted to make this trip happen this year, there were too many things weighing against it. Aside from some personal matters and job related concerns, the main issue was my equipment.

I’ve got two dryland dog rigs/gigs/carts (whatever you want to call them):

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The smaller one on the left is about 40 pounds and I can lift it, by myself, onto my bike rack. It’s what I primarily use when I travel around NJ trails, but it’s not really the most comfortable or sturdy contraption. The steering bar is far from intuitive and the wheels aren’t big enough to go over branches.

The larger rig is close to 90 pounds. It’s clunky and doesn’t fold down, so there’s no easy way to hang it from my bike rack. I ended up buying a cheap, China-made trailer to transport it. Which works, but I don’t trust it for a 4,000+ mile journey.

So, now what? I obviously need a safe, easily transported cart to make this journey possible. I found myself circling around the Arctis Carts website, as I tend to do at least once per season. I’ve wanted one of these dog carts since I first started mushing, before I even had enough dogs to pull it. The price tag and shipping cost always pushed me away, but I decided it was finally time to take the plunge:

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(Photos via Arctis Carts)

Since things never work out as you plan, I couldn’t actually place my order for this season. The manufacturer is back-logged until next year. In this case, it works out for the best — they’ll be traveling to the Northeast next summer, so I can avoid the shipping cost and pick the cart up directly from maker. So then, just maybe, I can start making plans again.

Molly has entered the Forest

"You are far from Arctis Minora, Winter Lady." Nash commented, taking a step out of the tree-line and into the clearing. His bow was in his left hand, but no arrow was in his right. Yet. "The Wyld is no place for a noble of Winter. Why are you in my domain?"

golly-missmolly

anonymous said:

"Uh, excuse me, miss? Could you tell me where the Arctis Tor treasury is? I have a tribute from the White Council that I need to deposit, and I think I got a little turned around." -Jake Schermer (ask-the-blind-wizard)

"… huh?  

"… Sure.  I can take you there. I didn’t realize the White Council was paying off the Winter Court…"

In The Wolf's Den - Maeve and Jarl

There were days when Jarl hated his job.

Well, that wasn’t entirely fair. Most of the time Jarl was quite happy with his job. Challenging work, good people, a good cause. There wasn’t much to object to besides the occasional shady dealings.

And then there were days like this day, where he almost wished he’d not taken up the mantle. Wished he’d just let the beast underneath the World Tree eat him, or Vali kill him rather than whisk him away.

Maeve, the Winter Lady, had personally tried to kill him twice. Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, had indirectly tried the same three times. Neither had succeeded, and the misunderstanding (never hurts to be polite and not mention attempted assasinations) had been cleared up.

Of course, that didn’t keep him out of their influence. Quite the contrary.

Which is why he found himself in Arctis Minora, at the behest of the Queen To Be. Apparently, their Knight was, as Kringle had put it, “indisposed,” a polite word for “not quite dead,” and as such, they had required the service of another Knight, and single Kringle just happened to have one handy and needed to mend fences with the Queen of Air and Darkness, well…

So that’s why he strode into Arctis Tor, longbow slung over his shoulder, sword on his hip, every magical item he owned somewhere within easy reach, and a cold iron dagger in his boot just for good measure. He wasn’t about to be caught dead.

Of course, it never hurt to be polite. As his presence was announced, he made a short, curt bow in the direction of his host, and, for the present, the one whose orders he was following.

"Lady Maeve, Queen Who Is To Be of Winter. I am, it seems, at your service." At least for now.

anonymous said:

Dear fabulous Winter Lady. In the course of your training, have you inflicted any grievous personal injuries on deserving members of the winter court? Or are you trying to be a softer, kinder Winter Lady? Or are you just having your knight reprise his actions at his birthday party?

"Softer" and "Kinder" doesn’t mean condoning the intolerable, and there was a metric fuckton of that in Arctis Minora under Maeve’s watch. While my methods of enforcing order are somewhat less explosive than Harry’s, I make my displeasure known.

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