I have more ideas for my frame now.

i’ve been thinking a lot about smol ambiguously biracial harry and the mirror of erised.

because he’s spent his whole life with the dursleys in their proper square house in their proper square neighborhood with their uniformly manicured lawns and their contempt of anything other.

his aunt glares at him when the barber fails to tame his hair and yanks at it too hard when she takes her own scissors to it later. he sees the brief flicker of surprise in the eyes of the teachers at school when they find out he and dudley are cousins. he looks at his pale blonde aunt and vaguely wonders how her sister could produce someone like him (olive skinned? that’s what an old woman at the grocer’s called him once anyway) but he doesn’t dare to ask these questions. it’s just how it is, harry thinks, maybe he’s just different (he’s used to being different).

when he’s ten he gets a letter addressed especially to him, and when he’s eleven he looks up into a strange mirror it feels like he was meant to find and he’s looking at his parents for the first time in his life and his mother is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, prettier than he’d even imagined, and his father…his father looks like him. james is darker and taller and sharp with adulthood but his hair sticks up at the back and his hands are so very familiar and his cheekbones are the same ones harry’s seen in the mirror every day of his life and something deep inside him falls into place.

because he doesn’t look exactly like his mum and he doesn’t look exactly like his dad but now he knows why. he looks like a bit of both of them and it’s proof that they lived, that they came together and made him, with his dark hair and light eyes and skin that he’s never felt quite comfortable in.

and maybe he never belonged with the dursleys and maybe that hurts more than he’s willing to admit but he suddenly thinks it matters just a little bit less, because now he knows for certain that he damn well did belong to james and lily potter.

Breakfast and Runaways | 2

Summary: After a big night out, you find yourself in a complicated scenario; laying on a strangers bed.

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language.

A/N: Hi there, since you guys asked too much about a second part, I decided to turn this into a small series, and I’m also opening a tag list. If you want to become a part of that, let me know.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

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You stared at the man right in front of you with eyes wide open, not daring to blink or look down, even though it was such a temptation — I mean, have you seen that V-line? 

“Actually” you shifted the weight of your body to the other leg, trying to lean into the wall in a cooler way, almost falling and regaining your composure immediately. “I’m in a rush right now.”

Really?” The man arched one of his eyebrows and smirked slightly, being cooler than you without even trying. He must have been drunk as fuck to sleep with me, right?!

Yeah! Totally!” You snapped and looked away, your focus being painfully placed anywhere far from his sweatpants, or abs, or jaw, or him. “And if you could give me my phone back, I would be thankful.”

Even without looking at him, you could feel his gaze burning into you, making you remember flashes from last night and the same sensation of interlaced fingers while your bodies melted into one, being molded from the start to the end, not like a race, but like the warm feeling of being blessed with covers in a warm night — with the exception being that he was your cover that night. 

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Steve’s Jacket (Steve Rogers/Reader)

This is based off of something that happened to me in all my past relationships, and I feel like everyone has this moment in a new relationship after the first piece of clothing is given/stolen.

Warnings: Kind of angst, fluff afterwards, Steve being a nerd, I think there’s a swear word, y’all’re a bunch of drama queens at the end, and death mentions (non graphic).

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The last thing Steve Rogers expected when he opened the door to your shared room after a two week long mission was you in tears, but that’s exactly what his eyes were met with in that exact occasion.

“Woah, hey, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He rushes to your side, sitting down on the bed where you lay bundled up under three blankets. You give him no acknowledgement besides a small glance and an even deeper frown. “Sugar, you’re gonna need to tell me what’s wrong or I’m afraid I’ll have to drown you in oceans of hot chocolate,” he says in a jokingly threatening voice you had dubbed his captain voice.

“Nuh uh.”

“To the telling me what’s wrong or the hot chocolate?”

“…”

“I guess I have to go grab the Swiss Miss, then.” He presses a small kiss to your forehead and stands up, but before he goes, he hears a thud. He turns around and sees you, three blankets still wrapped tightly around you, laying on the floor.

“…I can explain.” You wiggle around a bit until your arms are free and you can pull your upper body out of the fluffiness you had encased yourself in. You look up at him and continue, “I forgot why I was so warm and cozy and wanted to go with you, but— as you can see— I have literally landed in quite a pickle.” He snickers at your pun and helps you out of the rest of the bundle with a smile stretching across his face.

“Okay, oh nimble one, hot cocoa and story time.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re sat down in the dimly lit, empty dining room of Stark Tower with your boyfriend, a mug of hot cocoa, and a soft smile upon your face (along with the now dried tears). You take a sip and sigh at how amazing it feels to have the warmth of hot cocoa rushing through you. You take a deep breath, wondering why the hot cocoa only tasted this good when Steve had made it, then you tell him what he wants to hear.

“I washed your jacket.” You look down and gnaw at the inside of your lip, still mad at yourself for doing so.

“You what? You’re sad because you did the laundry?”

“No, it’s— Steve, this is gonna sound so stupid, honey,” you mumble, putting your head in your hands, the mug placed gently on the table so you could still feel the heat on your face.

“(Y/N), just tell me. I promise, whatever it is, it’s not going to be that bad.” He has a sincerely worried look on his face, so you decide that you should just let him in on it.

“You gave me that jacket before you left for the mission so you could always be here with me,” you say, quoting his words. He had this certain smell to him that the jacket possessed as well—  like freshly cut apples and clean laundry and something (that was mostly his cologne) that you could only describe as Steven Grant Rogers that was extremely comforting to you. You had slept with that jacket every night, reminding yourself hopefully rather than honestly that he was alive and going to come back for sure.

“So… what’s the big deal about a jacket?” He cocks his head, honestly not understanding the sentimental value.

“Well… We’ve been dating for, what, two months now? And you’ve already gone off on two really dangerous missions and losing that one thing I had of you, the trademark Steve scent on that jacket, made me feel like if something happened to you, I would have nothing to remember you by besides memories. Like… Yeah, it’s your jacket, but it’s only your jacket because you must have worn that every time you weren’t suited up,” you ranted, tears welling up in your eyes again at the thought of losing him.

“If my clothing and my— what’d you say? Trademark Steve scent?— mean so much, you can take the clothes off my back for all I care. I didn’t know you were so worried about losing me, (Y/N).”

“How could I not be? You’re a hero, and where there’s a hero, there’s like a bajillion people trying to stop them and hurt them and… and… ki… kill them,” you force out, your voice cracking like crazy. Tears spill over, but before you can even try to lift your hand and wipe them away, Steve gets out of his seat and rushes over to you, pulling you up to stand for a tight hug.

“Nothing is ever going to get close to me as long as I remind myself that I’ve got you to come home to.” He kisses the top of your head a few times before pulling you up so you’re standing and his face is buried in your hair. He slowly strokes your hair, letting you cry into his shoulder for as long as you need. Once you stop, he places one last kiss to your forehead and says, “I think you need some sleep, ma’am.”

“I think I do, too, Captain.” You giggle and rest your head on his chest, looking up into his eyes. “But suddenly I’m feeling… faint,” you dramatically put your hand over your forehead, laughing even harder.

“Well, what kind of Captain would I be if I didn’t take care of this practically exhausted civilian?” He scoops you up into his arms bridal style, laughing with you as he leads you off to your room again. When you arrive, he sets you down on the bed and walks away for a moment to open the closet.

“What are you doing?” You try to peer over or around his frame, but that’s practically impossible. When he turns around, he’s holding a pair of his sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his that had a band he couldn’t name one song from on it.

He holds them out to you, jokingly saying, “If you wanted the trademark Steve scent, you could have just raided my closet.”

“I have your consent to go closet shopping anytime I want?” You turn around so you could change into his clothes, an appreciative smile plastered on your face.

“Of course. And I’ll wear that jacket every day for as long as it takes for it to smell like me again,” he offers. You turn around, the baggy clothes on your frame making his eyes go wide with pure adoration.

“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me…”

“My still damp shoulder gives me a very good guess as to how much, but I won’t assume.” He nods towards the bed. “Now, it’s bed time. We’ve both had very long days and I want nothing more than to smell your shampoo while I cuddle you.”

“Does that mean there’s a trademark (Y/N) scent, too?” You try to smell a bit of your hair, not remembering what scent your shampoo was.

“Let’s not get into that right now, sugar, or we’ll never get any sleep.”

You both pull the thick comforter up and cuddle close to each other, locking together like two pieces of a puzzle. It just felt right— being so close to your favorite person who was basically a personal heater and cuddle buddy bundled into one perfect super soldier.

Before you doze off, you hear him mumble a small, “I love you”. His arms tighten around you a bit, securing you to him. Only one more thing is said between you two before sleep takes over.

“I love you, too.”

Fear not, neurodivergents, here’s a handy dandy translation for all the dumb shit neurotypicals say!

“Have you taken your meds?” = “Your anger is completely justified but it makes me look bad so I’ll devalued it.”

“Have you tried green tea/diet cleanse/more squash/butter coffee, ect.?” = “I have no actual idea what a mental illness can do to a person but these things perk me up when I get kinda sad sometimes.”

“Your symptoms aren’t even that bad!” = “It makes me feel better to downplay your symptoms so I’ll do it.”

“At least you don’t have cancer.” = “Someone may have it worse, so that means you shouldn’t feel bad or have a bad day.”

“I got into an argument with my friend, I’m so depressed.” = “I’m sad right now but I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“Wow, that picture frame is a little dusty! Sorry, I’m so OCD!” = “I have a very limited and stereotypical knowledge of OCD.”

“I wish I could laze around in bed all day!” = “I have no idea what a mental illness can do to a person and probably I won’t believe anyone who tries to tell me otherwise.”

“Oh, come on. Is it REALLY that bad?” = “I don’t think it’s that bad so it isn’t.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” = “I did something wrong and hurtful but I hate acknowledging my shortcomings so if you think about it, it’s your fault for having feelings.”

“But you’re too pretty/smart/funny/nice to have a mental illness!” = “I have a very narrow and most likely negative veiw of what mental illness is and I find it surprising that a person with a mental illness can be any one.”


And many more to come! Feel free to add your own, after all, this shit show never ends!

Electric Midnight Whispers Part 3

Summary: The reader is tired of the amount of stress everyone has put on her and Loki, finally deciding that it’s about time they actually get to meet. 

Word Count: 1658

authors note: Guys I love this series so much! If you wanna be tagged just comment below….y’all aren’t ready for what I got planned…

Previous Parts;   https://thosekidswhohuntmonsters.tumblr.com/post/168032450613/electric-midnight-whispers-summary-strange-isnt

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“There’s no way in hell I’m letting her do that Tony!” Peter said while joining everyone else. He pointed at you while continuing, “Look at her man!! The idea scared her so much she passed out!”.

Tony held up his hands calmly, “She wouldn’t be alone Quill, and last time I checked you held an infinity stone…nothing gets more dangerous than that”. Peter rolled his eyes as he rested against the door frame.

Thor smiled, “She would have Loki by her side”. The room fell silent as everyone tried to figure out whether they trusted Loki or not. No matter what the prophecy said, it wasn’t enough for them to trust him.

I guess it’s only fitting I call you my queen now” Loki said softly. You could only makeout his voice, nothing else yet. You laughed dryly, “What good is royalty if I’m dead”. What Gamora had said scared the hell out of you.

“The longer we’re together the stronger we become…did you see what we were capable of after only meeting for mere seconds?”. You smiled, he did have a point. Now you began to see his cell.

“If all this is true, why do they still have you in here?” you said with annoyance. Already you could feel your anger building again, but Loki’s laugh brought you back down. You could now faintly see his smirk, “Calm down my love, although I do love your fire it does us no good”.

“Your friends are still apprehensive, but I trust my brother will help them understand”. You walked towards him, it was the first time you’d ever been able to interact with him like this.

Nodding your head you smiled, “You’re right…it’s never been this vivid before”. You reached out for him, but your hand went right through him. Loki smiled, “Eager are we?”.

After chuckling he added, “If you wake up it will only get stronger my love”. After rolling your eyes at his teasing you nodded your head in agreement. Before waking yourself you promised, “The next time I see you, I’ll actually be able to touch you”.

Biting his tongue Loki merely smirked, letting you finally wake yourself up. Slowly you opened your eyes, wondering how the hell you’d stayed out so long despite all the noise in your room.

All of your friends were arguing, every single one of them stressed out. Loudly you said, “The only person whose opinion matters is mine”. All heads in the room snapped in your direction after hearing your voice.

You held up your hand, “I need to make up my mind..Loki needs to make up his mind…and we can only do that together”. Ignoring everyone else you focused on the proud look on Thor’s face.

“She is right you know, we can’t decide her future for her” Thor said while smiling at you. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, “Fine…but any funny business and you and Horns are….are….”.

Exactly Tony” you said while smirking. Bruce still looked unsure, which most likely came from his history with Loki. He held up a finger, “Meet with him in the cell that way we know you’ll be safe”.

You nodded your head and immediately Thor rushed to your side, helping you get out of bed. Smirking you whispered, “The cell Loki and I nearly melted”. Thor’s loud laughter filled the room.

Laughing along you shook your head at his inability to ever do something quietly. It felt amazing to stretch your legs and actually be able to walk. You couldn’t explain it, but you suddenly felt this rush of excitement wash over you.

Thor grinned, “This is the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time”. You picked up your stride, feeling this energy flow through you. Turning around you began to walk backwards, “Don’t start getting all mushy on me”.

With a wink you turned back around, making you unable to see the look of pure joy on your friends face. He couldn’t believe that this was happening; that his brother would finally be in good hands, that you would finally be as confident as he’d always hoped.

It was like with every second you became more self assured, and when he realized that maybe Loki felt that same self-assurance he smiled. It had been a very long time since Loki had felt like he could truly depend on someone, but now he had you.


Peter chewed on his bottom lip, fighting a battle within himself. Despite the fact that you had left with Thor, everyone else was still arguing. He’d made up his mind, “I can’t take this, I’m gonna actually be there for (y/n) instead of fighting over her like the last piece of pizza”.

He knew where his friends were coming from, he wanted Thanos dead just as badly, but what you’d said was right. Peter couldn’t just sit by while your friends decided your fate, Peter Quill never let fear cloud his judgement.

Rocket nodded his head, “I don’t normally agree with Quill..but he’s right on this one”. He knew what it felt like to have other people decide your fate, and he’d never put anyone through that.

Drax spoke up too, “I agree with the furry beast as well, you all have let fear make your decisions for you”. All that was left was Gamora, and she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest.

Rocket looked to her, “All yous gotta do is decide what’s more important, (y/n) or your vengeance”. She parted her lips to speak but the rest of the guardians had already left the room.

Gamora turned to the rest of the room, looking at all the different expressions on their faces. She could see that they looked calm, unlike her, she currently felt like she might implode.

She wished she’d been in your position, and she hated herself because she wasn’t. You had the power to stop the man who had taken everything from her. She closed her eyes and let out a breath.

Gamora reminded herself that not everyone had the same instincts she did, not everyone saw things as simply life or death, especially not you. You were so forgiving, so understanding, things she struggled to be.

She’d made up her mind, “Wait guys I’m coming too!”.


It had felt surreal as you walked into the lab, part of you had thought you’d never be able to get back to this point again. As you saw the holding cell it felt like the world had gone silent, Loki’s voice the only sound.

“You’ve come with an army?” he said with a grin on his face. You watched as he moved his head motioning behind you, making you look over your shoulder. When you noticed the guardians you raised an eyebrow, “What-”.

Peter smiled, “We wanted to have your back (y/n)…all of us”. He looked to the side, smiling when he made eye contact with Gamora. With a huge smile on your face you told them thank you.

You took a step toward the cell, “Should we try this again…Bruce or Tony aren’t around to yell at us”. Without being able to help yourself you started to laugh at your own joke, confused why no one else had said anything.

Uh think again spark plug, if you ruin my grade-a bullet proof military glass there’s gonna be hell to pay” Tony said while entering the room. You felt your heart start to swell with love as you watched the rest of your friends following behind.

Seeing every single one of your friends standing there taking this next step with you made you want to cry tears of joy. You’d felt so much pressure to follow through for them, and you’d started to worry that you might even disappoint them.

And yet here they all were, standing there with smiles on their faces and light in their eyes. You were smiling from ear to ear, “But is it really grade-a if I can melt it within seconds?”. Tony smirked as he moved to the control panel, pressing various buttons and typing in numerous codes.

The walls of Loki’s cell started to fall, “As much fun as it would be to piss off Agent Ross, let’s not try to find out”. Beaming with excitement you turned back around to face Loki. You didn’t even hesitate, you ran towards him embracing him in a hug.

Thor was shocked as he watched his brother wrap his arms around you, holding you tight. Affection, especially physical affection, did not come easily to Loki. Thinking things over Thor couldn’t remember the last time he’d even seen Loki show a public display of affection.

“Don’t even make a joke about how eager I am” you teased while making Loki laugh. You felt him squeeze your body lightly as his hands began to linger. Softly he said, “It seems I’m the one that’s eager love”.

Together you laughed for a moment, relishing in how amazing it felt to finally be able to actually hold one another. Reluctantly you pulled back, and as his hand trailed down your arm you saw literal sparks.

You grabbed his hand, feeling the electricity course through your veins. Looking up at him you saw how soft his expression looked, giving you butterflies in your stomach. Unable to hold back any longer you turned to your friends, “The room didn’t explode…so-”.

Tony adjusted his glasses, “We get it spark plug, just don’t leave the compound okay?”. You nodded your head, a small squeal of excitement leaving your lips. Loki looked down at you, mirroring your excitement as he realized how adorable you looked.

You began to walk forward, “Shall we?”. Loki laughed, remembering how good it felt to do so. He squeezed your hand, “I don’t want to waste another moment darling”.


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Diarmuid and Gráinne

Travelling through Ireland, you will see beautiful stone shapes called dolmens. A Dolmen is two massive, long tables of limestone. Over them as a kind of shelter is placed another giant cap stone. In the Celtic tradition these were known as  ‘Leaba Dhiarmada agus Gráinne’, i.e. the bed of Diarmuid and Gráinne. The legend tell that Gráinne was to marry Fionn, chief of the Fianna, the old Celtic warriors. She fell in love with Diarmuid. The two of them eloped and the Fianna chased them all over Ireland. They were cared for by the animals and received advice from wise people. They were told, for instance, not to spend more than two nights in any one place. It was said that when they rested at night, Diarmuid put up the Dolmen as a shelter  for his lover. The actual archeological evidence shows that these were burial places. The legend is more interesting and resonant. It is a lovely image of the helplessness which sometimes accompanies love. When you fall in love, common sense, rationality and your normal serious, reserved and respectable persona dissolve.You become revitalized. Where there is no passion, your soul is either asleep or absent. When your passion awakens, your soul becomes young and free and dances again. In this old Celtic legend, we see the power of love and the energy of passion.

John O’Donohue  -  “Anam Cara”

Magic Squib Excerpt (HP x Slytherin!Reader)

A/N: This is an excerpt for a future project I now plan on doing. Writing credit is mine, universe credits go to JK Rowling, and idea credit goes to @hogwartshousefriends (thanks for adding another project to the list of all my incomplete ones). My main blog is @i-am-fandoms-and-satan. Time frame will be more present day because I want to incorporate more modern muggle stuff. I considered having the reader in Ravenclaw because they have the intelligence to pull something like this and they could be seeking knowledge that muggles wouldn’t normally have access to. I also considered Gryffindor because they would definitely do something this reckless just because they had the chance to. But I settled with Slytherin because of the cunning and ambition it would take to keep it going, plus as a Slytherin they could avoid other Houses and people would blame it on stereotypes.

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To think such a clever society would be duped so easily, I thought as I seated myself in one of the boats for first years. This is ridiculous.

But true.

My dad came from a world within our own mundane one. A world of magic.

I, unfortunately, was born without said magic. I was a squib.

However, somehow, there was a mistake, and I was on the list of kids who got their acceptance letter to Hogwarts: School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up, and, thankfully, I had a way to keep up the belief that I belonged. Magic. Not they kind they used, no, I mean sleight of hand and deception.

The man who sold wands, Mr. Ollivander, was the trickiest to fool, but I was well prepared with some muggle snappers and a Weather in a Bottle I took from dad.

Now, all I had to do was trick the entire school and my parents for seven years.

As I was ushered into the Great Hall with the other first years, it dawned on me that I had made one small miscalculation that could have disastrous consequences. I had forgotten to factor in one thing: the Sorting Hat.

Not good.

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ART SCHOOL | INTERVIEW WITH LITTLE MADI | FRANCE

Paintings by the artist known as Little Madi is filled with a surreal and dream-like pastel landscapes filled with symbols and chimeras. Not only one thing, this freelance artist, painter and illustrator is also a tattoo artist who will be opening a tattoo studio in September! Let’s find out more about Madi – her artistic journey, her inspirations, and her work … 

Photograph courtesy of the artist | Portrait by Boris Frantz.

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S.O.S (Supernatural x Teen Wolf)

Crossover

Summary: Y/N gets caught with Stiles at a club by her brothers, Sam and Dean. 

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader, Winchester x sister!reader

Title Reference: S.O.S (Let the Music Play) x Jordin Sparks

Word Count: 1048 words

Warning: swearing, alcohol, clubbing, a little sexual (?)

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After finishing our first year in college, all of my friends and myself were back at Beacon Hills. Being separated from my boyfriend for a whole year was hard but we managed to keep our relationship stronger than ever. Since Stiles and I haven’t hung out in a while, he thought it was a good idea to take me on a date. 

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So I finished The Bone Witch….

(and pre-ordered The Heart Forger immediately but we don’t talk about that).

My thoughts:

If I were to describe this book in an incredibly reductive sentence, I would say it was a coming of age novel made from a mixture of Memoirs of a Geisha (Tea’s ascendency to asha is very similar to Sayuri’s journey in that – admittedly problematic - novel, plus magic is treated as a feminine performative art form that follows a strict etiquette) and Princess Mononoke (DEATH MONSTERS, the society who fears them, and THE BADASS GIRL WHO SIDES WITH THEM).

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  • The world is so freaking rich and beautiful (particularly its use of glamour, the focus on clothing and decoration, the runic magic system), but I found that the writing is more understated in the way it describes things – which is literally my favourite combination.
  • I loved Tea and Fox’s sibling relationship – it’s something you rarely see in a YA novel, particularly between a brother and a sister. I’m also excited to see how it progresses and becomes more complex in future novels.
  • The romance in this book is so low key? Like, don’t get me wrong, it’s there, as is the most bluntly stated ‘I have only been attracted to two people in my life’ love triangle in the history, but it’s so far in the background of this book that it might as well not be. Tea’s far more concerned with the relationships with her mentors and female friends, and the aforementioned death monsters, than anything else (which, given that she’s 15 at this point in the story, is correct).
  • Seriously though, Althy (one of a her **three** female mentors) gets three pages of loving description when her character is introduced and the Prince gets like, half a page.
  • I actually really liked that it was more of a coming of age novel in a high fantasy world than a high fantasy? Some people have complained that it’s way too slow, but I dunno man, I just really like ‘hero trains to become a badass’ narratives, and am magic school trash.
  • Pretty much all of the characters were awesome. 

The only thing I didn’t like was that I just could not get on board with the bard sections. Like, I see why the bard is there as a framing narrative, but I don’t see why they get every alternative freaking chapter. At some points, I just felt like they were there for the sake of structure and didn’t contribute enough to justify the inclusion. E.g. the bard would say “I watched her dance on the shore” and then the next chapter would be Tea recounting how she learnt to dance…it just didn’t really achieve anything? I wish it would’ve been more of an interlude format, where the bard would get to frame Tea by how she lives now, without having to interrupt the flow of her story every. single. chapter.

But this is my only pet peeve. I jumped on a buddy read bandwagon with @logarithmicpanda, @heretherebebooks, and @mlledevoltaire to finally pick this book of my TBR pile, and I’m so glad I did. It’s such a cool, unique book!

(Also I have no idea about buddy read etiquette but I tried to read this book slowly and I failed massively, I apologise).

anonymous asked:

so I uh, I haven't been feeling to good about my art and I haven't for a while now, like since school and I just. idk. help? like do you have any tips on how to feel more motivated and even if he drawing is bad, like how to feel better about it?

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I have this quote framed in my workspace.

All jokes aside this is one of the main ideas I try and keep in mind, no one started out perfect or even anywhere close. No one ever gets perfect either, if you look at any piece I’d bet money the artist can point out 7000 things they think they could have done better, you will always be your harshest critic. Try and remind yourself that you don’t see what goes on behind other people’s art, and it’s probably not nearly as effortless as the finished product looks.

One of my favorite things to do to keep myself motivated is to do an improvement side by side, so you can literally see how you’ve gotten better. You can pick one from when you were 4 or from 20 minutes ago (my favorite ones to redo are ones I pull off my old devientart from 8 years ago, those are really satisfying). Take one of your older pieces (ideally with a date on it but not required) and do it again. Apply what you know now to the old idea and make it even better. This is one I do a couple times a year, with pieces from various points in my life.

As for some things you can do to help yourself improve in your art.

In the short term: Draw as much as you can. Is there something you enjoy drawing? Fill pages with it. Is there something you feel you need practice with? Pull up some references and go to town, you’ll be able to say that you’re better than you were yesterday. 

In the long term: Keep every drawing, yes I mean it, keep them around in a folder or scan them or whatever, keep them around (preferably dated with at least month/year). You’ll be able to look back and see how much you’ve improved, and you may find some cool ideas that you’d like to develop further.

Keep practicing, keep learning new things, and finally, just say “fuck it”. If what you’re doing makes you happy then keep doing it. Your art doesn’t have to be about anyone but you.

Okay, some quick thoughts on the annual.

So…I liked it.

Or at least I liked where it was going. Meaning I didn’t mind the “true form” thing. I found it to be an interesting concept, but I don’t think it was portrayed enough as a metaphor to come across as effective. The whole “true form” thing lies, for me, more in the spark and not the frame, but it can be hard to show true inner feelings in a comic sometimes. I’m not very good at wording my thoughts on this, but I’m 50/50 on it. I get why it’s a thing. That feeling is the motivation for Starscream to do better and “be good.” Fine. Understandable. Could have done something different.

Now as for the Annual as a whole I thought it was not well paced (which makes sense) and I really really wish mscott had had more time to develop her ideas and Starscream’s growth.

But I loved the confession. I’ve heard people say they hate it or it’s out of character or didn’t feel genuine. All fair arguments. But I just want to acknowledge that Starscream made a choice. This one small gigantic step. Instead of letting someone else possibly control his destiny he grabbed hold of the rope of his follies and hung on all the way through. It was something he did that did not aid him.

When Starscream got that briefcase he had a choice. Continue doing what he’s doing and be the person he didn’t like being, and let someone else try and out him.

Or stop lying.

And he stopped lying. And nobody was going to take the opportunity to “do good” away from him. And no one was going to point a finger, or take that control. Not any more. I only wish we had been able to see more thought on his end on how he came to make the decision.

It was a big step and I loved it. Even if it did seem to happen a little too soon.

I’m angry that of all of the three big hitters, Megatron, Soundwave and Starscream. He was the only one that got any real punishment when it came right down to it. But when it comes to redemption arcs I think his was the best. And I liked his ending. And even though I’m angry that they imply he’s going to spend the rest of his life in prison. It still feels oddly right. Like that’s the right way to do a redemption. Slowly build them up to being a better person, but still have them face punishment for their crimes. It feels like the most genuinely developed to me.

We all know he’ll be back, though. I mean, this is Transformers, right?

Actually, I’ve got to clarify a bit. 

Serena Joy.. is a bitch. She is an absolute bitch. She is a terrible person, the fact that she helped create this awful society makes her an absolute cunt in my eyes (yeah, stay miserable, bitch! That’s what you get!) and she needs to be repeatedly punched in the face by June.

HOWEVER… I can’t help it, every time she’s on screen I’m like “ok, where’s your good side.. i know it’s somewhere” but then that good side appears for five seconds and it disappears and it’s replaced by Miss Bitch. 

I think what makes me say “she’s a fantastic character” is that I’ve seen so many characters that try to be like her - a borderline sociopath “but you’ve got to feel sorry for her!!” female character - and fail miserably. 

She is awful. Her actions towards June (and Rita) are awful. The way she seems to get off on psychologically torturing June is disgusting (which made those “hey, let me be nice for once” moments so bizarre… then the bitch came back). But I feel like these writers have some idea of how to delve into that twisted, I’d say pretty broken by now, psyche. 

I don’t side with her. I don’t think she’s right. And like I said, someone (preferably June) needs to punch her in the face. 

She is so fascinating to watch. And Yvonne Strahovski… oh my god… you know how I said I love actors who can convey a lot with just one expression? (though she does have more than one expression) All she has to do is stand in the frame and I’m like “oh, shit, what’s she going to do now…”

And… yeah, that’s my five cents on Serena. She’s a cunt, but a fascinating one to watch. 

anonymous asked:

lena creating a supergirl clone named powergirl after sg supposedly 'dies', lena wonders wtf she looks so much like kara. powergirl taking her fashion queues from lena and shows a lot of boob and a 5000 dollar red cape, whenever she causes collateral dmg to building s she's like my mom will pay for it, what, it can't cost more than 10000, honestly it's an improvement

Hmm…if you want a Supergirl clone, I rather Lena make a female version of Kon El from the comics who’s half Super, half Luthor who could still look like Kara and refer to Lena as “mom.” I love the idea of her having no frame of reference for how much things cost like her mother or Lucille “it’s a banana, what could it cost, $10?” Bluth. 

If you want Power Girl, I’m now committed to the idea of her being played by Lauren German and being like, really gay for Lena Luthor. It’s what Katie and Lauren deserve. 

BurntPasta Commissions Info~

I’m opening up Animated Commissions again to help prepare for the holidays!

PLEASE READ ENTIRE POST BEFORE MESSAGING ME~ Send an Ask or a Message and I will get back to you ASAP!

Please keep in mind- I am more than capable of doing longer commissions as I have done in the past with far more frames, but my time is very limited and I need shorter, sweeter animations to get started~ Thanks for understanding!



COMMISSIONS OPEN AS OF 11/20/2017

OPEN SLOTS:

1. -OPEN-
2. -OPEN-

(I may re-open each of these slots periodically as the first two are completed, so if you don’t make the first cut, you still have an opportunity to hop in at a later time!)


$3 - 2-6 Frame Animation with Clean Lines and no background~ This can include my usual fat lines or thin lines~

$6 - 2-6 Frame Animation will full color and your choice of a blank background or a static background~

$10 - 2-6 Frame Animation with Full color, Dynamic Background (animated in any way) Plus some added effects like words or sparkles! xD

$5 - 7-15 Frame Animation with no color or background, Just the line animation~

$10 - 7-15 Frames of animation with full color, small effects like eye shines, shirt wrinkles, ect.. Static background or no background choices available!

$12 - 7-15 Frames of Animation, Full Color, Added effects like eye shines, sparkles, wobbly outlines, ect. Limited Animation Background available! (Colors, spinning stars, words, ect)

$15 - 7-15 Frames of Animation, Unlimited Effects like eye glows, smirks, scan lines, ect. Dynamic animated backgrounds like windy trees, scrolling backgrounds, FLAMES, color warping backgrounds, ect.

20$ - 15-25 Frames.. EVERYTHING INCLUDED. Dynamic backgrounds, clean cut animation, ect. These take the most time to do and they are made with the most amount of love and hard work! :3

20$ - 15-25 Frames.. EVERYTHING INCLUDED. Dynamic backgrounds, clean cut animation, ect. These take the most time to do and they are made with the most amount of love and hard work! :3

20$ - 15-25 Frames.. EVERYTHING INCLUDED. Dynamic backgrounds, clean cut animation, ect. These take the most time to do and they are made with the most amount of love and hard work! :3

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

-I am more than willing to animate outside of my normal Pokemon/Undertale/Nintendo comfort zone. If you have an OC or character idea in mind, please have some references ready at the time of messaging me! It just helps the ball get rolling! <3

-I prefer to work in a SFW manner, going so far as to maybe a PG-13 for now. Someday I might change this, but I would like to keep my blog 100% SFW. <3

-Any Commissions will be posted on my blog with my tumblr tag in the corner, and your tumblr tag in the description of the commission! If you wish to have your tumblr name displayed in the animation, please ask!

^^ If you DO NOT wish to have it posted on my blog, please let me know as well!

-My charging scheme is essentially 1$ a frame if there is no background to animate, and $1.50+ for added effects and dynamic animated backgrounds. Depending on how detailed you want me to get, I can change prices accordingly.

AWESOME USES FOR YOUR COMMISSION

-Tumblr Blog Headers!

-Signatures on Forums!

-Reaction Gifs!

-Conversation Starters

-Silly Inside Jokes!

-Character Bios!

… And more! 


And again.. Thank you so much for all the awesome support! You guys make it possible to keep my love for animation burning so passionately… And I cannot thank you guys enough. Thank you, thank you, thank yooou!

The Best Of 2017

To kick off the New Year and say goodbye to the old one, I am going to sound off on some of the things that made 2017 a great year and leave all the things that made it a rough one in the past where it belongs and where it shall now stay! 

Reunions.

This year I reunited with a lot of people near and dear, and some people who faded away and came back into my life in a big way and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that they made my 2017 a year to be treasured. So the number one spot goes out to:

AANG: @halfofxerxes / @brokenpair. As is often the way with the FMA fandom, the cycles tend to be pretty intense, but despite my walking away every time the stupidity gets too high, you’ve always been there when I come back in and you have - this year especially - supported me through some of the most phenomenal shit of the year. You gave me strength in some very dark times, helped me see clearly when I was struggling to accept certain truths, and gave me some fantastic hot takes that really made me wake up. A big thank you for all you’ve done over the course of our friendship and the course of this year in particular, and may there be a little less salt and tea in the next one!

BUBBLES: @caediteos / @draconicn / @pravvus. Bubbles, you helped me come back home to the Harry Potter fandom, and when things got really tough there you were among those who reminded me what really mattered. You’ve proven a phenomenal friend across fandoms, and a wonderfully patient one at that considering my habit of rolling in and out, so thank you for that! Hopefully with the new stances on minimalism and self care there will be more consistency from me in the new year! 

CAROL: @amestriansniper. As with Aang, you have dealt with me coming and going through your life alot, but you’ve always been so welcoming and warm whenever I come back home that I am absolutely biased for now and always about my #1 Hawkmom. You’ve helped me through some tough spots, and you’re so full of wonderful ideas that it’s honestly a blessing just talking to you. Hopefully in the new year there will be more great reasons to shout plots at one another and frame up characters than distraction.

LIESL: @sigrfridr. I cannot express how happy I am to have found you again. You’ve always been a spot of pure joy in my life and I am so glad you’ve come back to grace us all with your wonderful Sigrid again <3 Here’s to us doing more together in the new year!

MANI: @lockhcrts / @pawpriint. I still cannot believe that you were my Nori from Years Gone Past and dropped back in my life just to remind me that it’s okay to be happy and to love people. You gave been a force of positivity in my life since swanning back into it, and I am honestly both blessed and honored to have been a part of yours. May the new year bring us just as much joy in being friends as this one did!

MERI: @bxdyguarding. We dropped off on one another, but came back together in a big way and I am so excited to spend 2018 hearing about your college adventures because I live vicariously through the madness you face on the daily. You’ve been a great friend as long as I’ve known you, and such a force of positivity and silliness that it’s honestly a gift to know you. I’m so glad I get to end 2017 back in contact with you.

Old Friends. 

SKY: @pirequehideux & more. You didn’t think I’d go a whole year of positivity without mentioning you, did you? This post is a million miles long, but I can’t go on without shouting out at the guy who has made my time online such a treat this year. I’ve known him for several years now and he is without a doubt one of my best friends on this platform, and I cannot wait to see him again in 2018!

TILLY: @aranedhel & more. Tilly has been a precious bean from my old days in the Tolkien fandom and remains so today. A truly inspired writer who puts a lot more pressure on themselves than they should, and an absolutely sweet person all around. Wishing her all the best in 2018! 

New Friends.

EREN: @scion-of-kings. I just met you and you’ve already made me cry s obviously we’re going to be best of friends throughout the new year. The work you put into Ereinion is genuinely inspiring and I’m looking forward to more of your content in 2018!

LINK: @ruinedkiing. We were destined to be good friends, my archives proved it XP Ever since we got to talking I’ve been utterly amazed by your dedication to research, your sense of humor, and the effort you put into each of your characters. Very much looking forward to building verses and horrible headcanons with you in the new year! 

TRIS: @sxpremacist. An absolute treasure unearthed from the depths of tumblr Hell to bless my dash with quality Lucius content, Tris has proven herself easy to talk to and approach, and wonderful fun to plot with. I look forward to seeing what the new year brings! 

Crew Friends.

These are all the people who in some way, made 2017 a great fucking year by being actively part of my life and bringing joy, quality content and genuine care into it. I love each and every one of you. This post wasn’t supposed to be a big shout out post but now I just can’t go on without adding you guys! I hope we can get together and make 2018 shine!

@apcgee / @betterrat@cleavedsoul / @curufinwefeanaro / @edhelaran / @enchantiinglynasty / @feanope / @inseparabilum / @laikehend / @lamentedhope@rosewand / @strongarmedalchemist@thecrimsonmonster 

And Lastly, Some Trends.

These are just parts of 2017 that brought me a ton of joy, both anticipated and unexpected:

THOR: RAGNAROK: Was so fucking good, what the shit? It revived my love for Marvel movies, which has been slowly dying over the past few Avengers films. Thor II, AOU, Civil War, to name drop some garbage. Then this came along, and suddenly, I knew what Marvel joy felt like again. Spiderman-Homecoming was a close contender on this front. Very close.

WONDERWOMAN & JUSTICE LEAGUE: What the fuck. What the fuck?! These movies were so good I was - for a hot second - tempted to make blogs in a fandom I know next to nothing about. I came out of WW feeling ALIVE, I came out of Justice League in love with Aquaman and the Flash and it was great to see Diane again, even when it was clear she was not as respected out of the hands of her original director, she was still a gift on screen. 

STAR WARS: LAST JEDI. By far the BIGGEST WHAT THE FUCK of the year considering I have spent almost the entirety of my life despising the genre and absolutely hating all things Star Wars, Star Trek, Star This, Galactic That. I hate sci-fi. I hate it. And yet here I am, loving three Star Wars movies, and in particular, one Star Wars movie and a porg.

STRANGER THINGS: WOW Netflix I understand the hype now, ya’ll doing some good and amazing shit here and I cannot wait for season three what the heck. 

HONORABLE MENTIONS: MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS, THE MAN WHO INVENTED CHRISTMAS & JUMANJI are all being listed here as unexpected treats and adventures that left me in awe. I haven’t seen it yet, but I am going to toss in THE GREATEST SHOWMAN as well because I know for a fact I am going to love it once I do.

ADVENTURES OF MERLIN: I am well aware this is Old News, however 2017 is the year I finally managed to FINISH THE SERIES and I am officially “shook” by how much I thoroughly enjoyed it, all frustrations aside. Catch me making my muses for this fandom in the new year @favoredforest.

KESHA’S RAINBOW: I was emotionally ruined by this album, and while its only specific songs I enjoyed and resonated with, the whole story behind it and all of her work was just awe inspiring and I wish her all the best in the new year.

KATY PERRY’S CHAINED TO THE RHYTHM: Shout out to the #1 song on my repeat list thanks to Harry James Potter and his refusal to muse to anything else. I should hate this song by now but I don’t so here we go, thanks now I look like a Pop Kid.

EVANESCENCE SYNTHESIS: Wow what a throwback to the emo days, but this album was the shit?! Orchestra and synth are you kidding me, I am in love and I don’t see that changing any time soon. 

TOP 10 MOST REPEATED MUSE SONGS OF 2017: 

  1. Disturbed Sound Of Silence
  2. Nightwish Elan
  3. Blutengel Sing
  4. Thomas Bergerson - Into Darkness
  5. Kesha - Praying
  6. Sia - I Forgive You
  7. Evanescence - Impefection
  8. Brisé - Maître Gims ( Sara'h Cover )
  9. Sixx A.M. - Prayers For The Damned
  10. The Willow Maid - Erutan
You Settle The Storm Within Me (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Based on this prompt: “I love you and it scares the hell out of me”

Written in first person because I’m Trash™ and Is kinda shitty and fast moving so fair warning

                                                        ———-

           Life had treated me pretty fair. Well, maybe not fair since I lost my father about a year ago after I had moved in with him to his home in New York City. His inheritance all came to me, so I was well off as I could be. Nice home, stable income from my job, my wonderful magic education, and reliable friends; I consider myself lucky to have these things. But something always felt missing. The feeling would wash over me at random times but I would push away the uneasiness in my chest and how my hearted twisted when seeing a happy couple on the street. Selfish, I’m being selfish, I’ve always told myself.

           Climbing up the stairs of my women-only apartment complex, I passed by the apartment owned by my best friend Queenie and her sister, Tina. Upon passing the door, I heard it creek open. Maybe Queenie had read my mind and knew I was out here, but when I walked over to the ajar door, nothing could be seen. I held my wand by my side like I always did, just in case.

           I peered through the crack. Within a second, a feminine looking hand reached out and pulled me in. Opening my eyes, I saw my friends, “Golly, gals, why’d ya drag me in so fast?”

           “yn, we’ve got a little problem,” Queenie spoke up, I then turned to Tina for more information.

           “A man, Newt Scamander, came into New York this morning with a case full of magical creatures. Now some have escaped and no one at work will listen to me,” Tina said.

I took in the information and started to ponder up ideas. “Well, where is this fella?”

“H-Hello,” a masculine voice with an accent came from behind me. Turning around, I was met with the face of the most beautiful man I’d ever met. When I looked at him, all my uneasiness left my body, like I had found some great treasure. He had a tall frame and lanky. His eyes seemed full of life but anxious at the same time and his hair, a light brunet, grew slightly over his eyes in the front. His body language revealed him as a loud mind but a quiet mouth. Everything about himself contradicted another part of himself yet he seemed a masterpiece of a human,

Catching myself from staring, I began to ask the man various question, “You must be Newt Scamander.”

“Why yes, a-and you are?”

“Yn, Yn Ln,” I felt myself become flustered but by the look of his cheek, he was too.

“Hey Tina, lets go check on that no-maj, make sure he’s all good and dandy,” and with that the two sisters like Mr.Scamander and I in the living room together. He filled me in with information of how his beasts escaped, how they posed no real threat, and even gave me very detailed descriptions of his marvelous creatures.

“Well, I say we got report this and then-“

“No, no, no; we absolutely cannot do that,” Newt spoke with such urgency, I could sense how deeply Newt cared for his creatures.

“Newt, no one will hurt them,” I attempted to reassure him.

“You can’t actually expect me to believe you on that right? I’m s-sorry but humans are the most vicious creatures I’ve ever met.”

“Does that include me, Mr.Scamander?” I questioned, within the 2 hours we had been talking I became awfully close and fond of the man.

He looked up at me in the eye for a split second, then back down to the case sitting by his feet, “no, you appear to me as a modest and remarkable young woman. Just by meeting you a few hours ago, I can tell that you are a good person and mean well towards everyone, but you don’t receive that nicety back,” His faces grew pink as he spoke, “generally, most people think I’m odd, won’t even give me a second glance, but you, Yn, you’re so open to me,” he smiled towards me, “I’m sorry, I must be a-annoying you.”

“No, Mr.Scamander, you are now my friend and you can never annoy or irritate me, no matter how hard you tried,” I returned his smile. It’s amazing how everything that he felt wrong before washed away simply by meeting this astonishing man.

******Time skip; 48 hours later*****

           Most of Newt’s creatures had been caught by Newt, Tina, Queenie, a fella named Jacob, and I. The creatures were readjusting to their habitats within the case. Currently, I stood by the bowtruckle tree, letting their little green figures climb up and down my arms. They somewhat helped relieved this uneasiness in my chest, but not like seeing Newt has. Whenever I see or speak to him, a new feeling washes over my body and I have no idea what its called or what to do about it. One of the little creatures sat on my shoulder and we chirped back and forth at each other like we were having a real conversation.

           “Yn?” I heard Newt’s voice call me name.

           “She’s with the bowtruckles,” Tina responded. Soon, I heard footsteps come from behind me, but I continued my conversation with my friend, the bowtruckle, on my shoulder.

           Newt cleared his throat and I turned to face him, “Yes, Mr.Scamander?”

           “Y-you know you can c-call me Newt?” his freckled cheeks became pink.

           “Yes, but where’s the fun in that?” I wittily responded.

           “I guess you’re right there,” he smiled, “ I-I see that Melody likes you.”

           “Who is Melody?” I raised a brow.

           “The little bowtruckle you’ve been talking to. She’s also good friends with Pickett,” I noticed how Pickett stuck his body out of Newt’s pocket at the mention of his name. The little creature also waved and smiled towards Melody.

           “How adorable,” I smiled. Newt and I both stayed quite for a few minutes, our cheeks both becoming different shades of red.

           Newt let out a breath he seemed to be holding, “C-can I tell you something?”

           I only nodded in response, nervous for whatever he was going to say.

           “I love you and it scares the hell out of me” He said quickly but I could still understand his blabbering, “And I know about your uneasiness you always feel. Queenie told me and also said that I help fix you so, well, I just w-wanted to tell you that and t-take a, uh, chance before it was too late.”

           I stood there, the breath in my throat hitched. All of what I had been experiencing was the lack of a special someone and now that person was here in front of me. Newt was obviously uncomfortable with the silence so I took a step closer and pulled him into a tight hug.

           “You make the uneasiness disappear, you make living not so lonely, and bring a new light to my light. These real feelings are new to me and you help settle them. I guess what I’m trying to say… is I love you too.”

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added some more jams to my store yo

>> check dat shit 

if there’s anything else you wanna see up there just let me know and i’m happy to put it up!

fyi, if somethings cropping weird on something you want, let me know. i have no idea why they don’t have separate uploads for iphone and galaxy cases. yes of course i wanted the camera directly on their face, how did you know society6

The Brillian Forge, a fortification card for my card game project. It’s getting fairly close to wrapping up so I guess I won’t jinx it too hard by letting the cat out of the bag. I hope. I think.


I’ve been working on developing a card game for a long time now but it’s only been within the last few years where I felt my art chops and design chops were lining up well enough to gel into a cohesive product. Strategic card games like Magic: the Gathering, Middle Earth by ICE, the Lord of the Rings TCG, and the World of Warcraft TCG, to name a few, have been a big part of my life’s gaming enjoyment and I always wanted to try my hand at crafting something on my own, top to bottom, designing and developing cards in a new universe fielding art that I’ve drawn on my own.


It’s been one of those bucket-list things that I’ve wanted to execute on for 20 years now and to be this close to actually finishing it is pretty exciting… Like, really exciting.


I’m still wrapping up the art, I have about 20 or 30 more pieces I’d like to finish up for the first small core set that I plan on releasing later this year, but yes, it’s getting pretty close. I’ll be posting updates in the coming weeks, things like card frames, general overview of the game, etc., as things ramp up and the game gets closer to being finished.


Thank you very much for supporting my work and my zany ideas, I can’t wait to share this little game with you awesome folks

this is really exciting news!

so, i have a favorite jewelry shop/crystal store that’s located downtown. the first time we ever went in there, my dad mentioned that i paint because they have art on the walls for sale; so i got my nautilus painting framed. long story short, it now sits on their wall waiting to be sold!! the shop owners are sooo sweet, the woman who makes jewelry was giving me all kinds of wonderful advice. she gave me the idea to paint crystals, & do some more nautical themed art, like maybe mermaids & stuff!!! so now i feel super inspired to create more artwork for them. my nautilus painting is going for a good bit of money because of how expensive the frame was, so i really hope it could still sell. i have yet to make a little biography/story on the back of it (the shop owner gave me that idea!) but the seafood festival in town is coming & people like to spend money there so i’m praying that it sells!! i feel really good about this guys. i’m really happy that my art is literally hanging on the wall of a shop!!! it feels so so surreal. 😅💙🐬✨