hoblings

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Look at my Major Arcana and my Aces, all outlined and ready for the rest of the cards to get sketched, outlined and added to the coloring queue… Patience, my babies, it’ll only take about… FOREVER until you’re part of a whole set! :))

Seriously though, I’m starting to question my own sanity at this point. 26 down, 52 to go. Plus coloring. And then what? Am I even capable of printing these out for people? Or will I just have an extra 80 illustrations in my portfolio? Questions, questions, questions…

Well for now I’m more confused than I was at the beginning of my tarot project, so for the time being… WIP images! :D

Normal?
@adoniagreengrass Declan was doing his best after the attack and kidnapping to return yo some kind of normal. It would be better for him, better for both of them if they could move past the horrors. Deep down he still knew she blamed herself and he couldn’t say he wasn’t suspicious. If she had written her parents only days before it was a bit of a coincidence. Then again he wasn’t one to think that others were capable of such scheming. New broom in tow the boy was returning from his first flight after being struck by lighting and after what happened in the cabin. Still hobling with a limp to his gait he was looking more like his old self. Not as pale, lonely, fragile looking. The flight hasn’t been an exact…success but it wasn’t horrible.

He headed back to the Gryffindor common room and to his room to wash up before heading to surprise Doni. Clad in a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt he made his hobbling way to the kitchens making two plates of spaghetti and meatballs before transporting the to her room with a single rose on the platter. After being let into the Slytherin dungeon he had a bit of a chill. He could feel the cold glares on him and for a moment he considered backing out. No, he thought, he wasn’t afraid.

Knocking at her door before entering Declan smiled, “Room service.”