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hi beautiful people! i was inactive on here for a time due to some personal stuff but now i’m back. i’m flying home on thursday for an academic break and i’m in desperate need of some reading recommendations! so without further ado…

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Tagged by the Cromch @mongoose-bite

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress? Three, I guess. Street Brat, Hornets Nest, and my OW which is technically unfinished because I’ve yet to begin.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction? Haha. Who, me?

3) Do you prefer real paper books or ebooks? Paper. I hate reading ebooks, but if kindle has a sale of an expensive book not in any library, I suck it up. I hate ebooks but they’re cheap and sometimes I need a particular book asap and a library/online orders take too long.

4) When did you start writing? When I started being able to. I always wrote stories. In grade three I went to Sri Lanka for a couple months and my teacher knew the only way he could get me to do any form of learning was by giving me a blank exercise book and telling me to just write as much as I could. I was lucky to have a lot of very encouraging teachers.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? Fanfic obviously not included, no, not really. I would love for someone to read my original stuff, but I am nervous and don’t want someone to do it out of a sense of obligation because I asked. I recently made a sideblog here to post snippets. No one really reads it there, but it makes me feel like someone is and the idea is nice.

6) Where is your favourite place to write? There is this utterly shit cafe at my local shopping centre that for some reason just gets the muse flowing. It is terrible. It’s a hole. But goddamnit, it works.

7) Favourite childhood book? The only book coming to mind is Glint by Ann Coburn. That book just made a hell of an impression on me. I couldn’t even tell you why.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication? Both would be nice. Wishful thinking. 

9) Pen and paper or computer? Computer. Sometimes if an incredibly witty snippet of dialogue comes to me in bed I have a pen and notepad on my nightstand ready to go, but they are by no means interchangeable. 

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes? Nah. Seems like a neat idea, but other classes are killing me enough as is.

11) What inspires you to write? I have stories in me that I think are pretty neat and other people would like if they had the chance to hear them. Then they’d think I was pretty neat and like me. Typed out loud that sounds sad. I am sad.

Tagging: I don’t know if who’s been tagged yet but @inkshaming @perksofbeingawaifu and @raindrop-rouge 

So there have been a couple of posts about Sportacus’s book… closet (that is not a shelf) and a few of them have some decent resolution and I just have to say that Sportacus’s reading selection is… pretty specific? We’re talking like picaresque novels, bildungsromans, themes about murder, revolution, revenge, and redemption, heroes fighting against insurmountable forces, disadvantaged young/youthful heroes being shunned by society and striving to get any kind of tiny moral victory, children being the center focus of very dark situations… Kudos to the people who put that kind of thought into what he’s reading but now I can’t ever look at Sport the same way. I don’t want to make too specific a statement about his reading list because I haven’t identified most of the books and read even fewer, but. Dude. DARK.

edit- I forgot a major theme to many of these books: SLAVERY. He even has a book (The Weeping Wood) about the history of rubber production and the exploited Indian slaves!


The Stormlight Archives are ruining my life.

The wife forced me to read The Way of Kings and I hated it so much I read Words of Radiance, too. The books are RUINING MY LIFE so I sketched some Bridgeboy and Kholins. Trying to get a feel for how to draw these dumb boys.

I’m pretty happy with Adolin’s carefully-styled-and-fashionable-bedhead, not sure what to do with Renarin’s hair yet… I’m going for the awkward-baby-penguin look for that one.

Also, I feel like everyone needs to draw a shirtless Kaladin. It’s like, a fandom rite of passage, right?

guess who jumped the bandwagon and started reading percy jackson? i’m only on the 3rd book so he’s not this old yet but i just wanted to draw him older so forgive me if i messed up his older design since i haven’t reached that yet 

ok back to reading


current read 19/11/2016
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

In a bit of a reading slump at the moment so I picked this up from my shelf in need of some fresh air. I haven’t read anything quite like this yet, and I’m loving it so far!

I think I’m actually going to be pretty pissed if sjm doesn’t up her diversity game in the next books.

There are a lot of opportunities for her to do this - she has in no way written herself into a corner where diversity is no longer possible (this may have to do with world-building holes, but, anyway…).

There are Courts we haven’t seen yet, characters, Chaol is going to whatever in the hell place he is going that could have diverse people, I’m sure there will be more relationships developing that don’t at all need to be hetero or even monogamous, tbh. There is just… a lot of potential for this.

(edit to move some of my tags to the post bc… my tags got ridiculous…) If I knew before what I know now about these books, I may not have read them in the first place. But I did, and now I’m here, stuck in this fandom dumpster of smut and meta and so-called theories, and I like living in this damn dumpster. I just wish it weren’t filled with white hetero monogamous couples all the time.

And so I’m… going to be quite disappointed if some things don’t change. I don’t know what I’ll actually do. But I know I won’t be happy.

Week 4: Hide and Seek

Summary: yay! week 4 of sex games with Castiel. This game is like regular hide and seek, only it involves sex toys and lingerie. 

Pairing: Cas x reader ((duh))

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, use of sex toys, le sex, I also went crazy with the NSFW gifs I got from my cas porn blog, sorry hahahahah

A/N: I havent proofread this yet so pls excuse any mistakes, I’ll fix em later!

Sex Games Masterlist


Ok, so you were sore.

Like, really sore. Upon waking up the next morning, you could barely move your stiff muscles. So instead of continuing the games, much to Cas’ dismay, you opted to stay in bed all day and catch up on some reading.

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Nobody Like You

Request: Hi! I just stumbled upon your writings and BOI, DID I FELL IN LOVE. I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF YOUR WORK, HOW– *dreamily sigh* Can i request a Jimin scenario where the OC and her friend is in a love triangle which ofc, includes Jimin? The ‘friend’ is really desperate and selfish so she befriended the OC for the sake of getting Jimin in the grasp of her hands.

Originally posted by gotjimin

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.091

A/N: my last work for this year! I didn’t proof read yet, so hopefully it’s not too bad. I hope you all enjoy this little drama ♥

Giggling you walked out of class into the hallway, clutching onto your books and smiling at your friend Eungi who was holding her hand in front of her face, hiding her smile. 

“Next time we really need to pay more attention in class if we don’t want to fail this our finals”, you laughed and opened the front door, stepping into the cold winter air that immediately hit your bare face.

Eungi waved at you and hid her face behind her scarf, trying to keep away from freezing her face. “This professor is way too boring to actually pay attention. We can all work that up at home and have way more fun like that!”

You laughed and nodded while walking down the sidewalk towards the bus station. Dodging people, Eungi followed behind you, eyes moving up and down nervously. Clearing her throat, she caught up to you and softly grabbed your arm, smiling at you.

“So, are we still having that sleepover tonight? You know, ladies’ night and all?”, her smile was friendly as you two stopped at the bus station.

“Oh I totally forgot”, your eyes went big. “My boyfriend is coming over tonight.”

Apologetically, you looked at her, sniffing a little bit as the cold air hit you in the face and caused your nose starting to run. 

Eungi’s face lit up for a second before it went back to normal. “Oh no that’s totally fine! I mean obviously we can’t do a girl’s night then but maybe something else? Just hang out?”

Confusing spread inside of you. Why would she want to hangout with you and your boyfriend when she didn’t even know him? Isn’t that a little weird? Maybe she just wants to be nice and get to know him as well, now that we’re friends. You know, get to know my friends and I’ll get to know hers. Maybe share some acquaintances and have more things in common. Be able to hang out with the same people and make more memories together. That must be it.

“Uhm- yeah sure! I don’t think he’ll have anything against it”, you smiled. “He always complains that he barely knows any friends of mine anyway, so that’ll be the perfect way to introduce him to you and answer his please.”

Eungi laughed at your words and you giggled with her, feeling at ease. 

When the bus arrived, you squeezed her hand and waved your goodbyes at her. “I’ll text you my address okay? See you around 8!”

“See you later (Y/N), I can’t wait!”, Eungi responded before watching the bus drive away and glancing down at her phone, admiring her lockscreen picture of your boyfriend smiling into the camera.

“I can’t wait”, she whispered as her thumb stroke over her phone and an angelic smile spread on her face.

“Jiminah, stop it. I need to finish cooking”, you giggled as Jimin’s hands creeped their way under your shirt from behind, his fingers gently caressing your sides while his plump lips softly sucked a mark onto your neck, making goosebumps appear on your whole body and low moans escape your lips.

He smirked while running his tongue over your reddened skin. “I’m not keeping you away from that babe. You can do whatever you want.”

His chuckle sent shivers through your spine as you leaned back onto him. “If you keep distracting me like this there won’t be any food for us tonight, you realize that right? We’re having a guest over, so we have to leave a good impression!”, you nagged while stirring the noodles. 

Just as Jimin opened his mouth to answer, the door bell rang. Your eyes went wide as you looked at the clock, realizing it was already 8 and dinner wasn’t ready yet.

“Jimin, I can’t leave, can you please go open the door?”, your voice sounded almost pleading as Jimin placed a quick kiss on your lips, loosing his grip around your waist before his warm fingers left your body completely.

“Of course my princess”, he said while he moved to open the front door.

A sigh left your lips, as you positioned your shirt back to normal and kept stirring the noodles and the sauce in turns.

“Welcome. You must be Eungi, I guess”, Jimin’s happy voice echoed through your apartment and the sound of shoes being placed on the floor, followed by soft giggles, was audible.

“Yes, that’s me. You must be Jimin then”, Eungi’s soft voice spoke melodically, making Jimin giggle slightly.

“The one and only. (Y/N) is still in the kitchen, preparing our dinner. Would you like something to drink?”, he politely offered as he maneuvered her into the living room, right next to the kitchen. 

“Oh hi (Y/N)!”, Eungi exclaimed as she peeked through the hole in the wall that connected your kitchen and living room besides the obvious door. “It smells delicious, I can’t wait to taste what you made for us!”

Her smile was radiant and it immediately made you grin with her as you turned around to face her. “Welcome Eungi! And thank you, it’s really nothing special, just simple pasta”, you laughed and shrugged.

“I love pasta, so don’t worry about it”, she laughed and turned around to Jimin. “And yes, I’d love something to drink.”

“You can sit down if you want, I’ll go prepare some drinks for all of us”, he smiled at her before rejoining you in the kitchen, grabbing everything he needed for the drinks, mixing them like a professional.

“So, how long have you two been dating?”, Eungi asked innocently, standing in the door frame, watching the both of you. 

“It’s going to be two years in March, right jagi?”, Jimin smiled at you and winked, making a soft blush spread onto your cheeks.

“Right”, you laughed, shooting him a smile and shrugging at Eungi who had watched your little interaction cautiously.

“How did you meet then? Wasn’t Jimin already an idol back then?”, her voice sounded more curious now as her eyes monitored Jimin’s figure and a weird feeling started forming in the pit of your stomach but you ignored it.

“Yes, I was actually”, Jimin handed Eungi her drink before taking a sip from his own. 

“But you know, just because you’re an idol doesn’t mean you don’t find ways to meet girls”, he playfully grinned at her before leaving the kitchen and sitting down at the set table, signaling Eungi to do the same.

They kept talking for a while before you joined them with dinner, serving everyone and sat down yourself.

“Enjoy your meal everyone and thank you Eungi for joining us tonight. You’ve been a really great friend to me recently and I don’t know what I’d do without you in class to be honest”, you laughed and both of them joined in as you started eating dinner.

Jimin was sat next to you while Eungi sat in front of both of you. The first thing you noticed was how she’d suck in her spaghetti extra slowly every time she’d make eye contact with your boyfriend. Licking her lips and pursing her lips, seemingly giving some extra effort into eating those noodles. 

Your boyfriend though seemed pretty clueless until the point where she grabbed her straw with her tongue, eyes fixed on him, giving it one strong suck and swallowing deeply, making Jimin choke on his dinner at her boldness, excusing himself to get some water.

“Eungi what the hell do you think you’re doing?”, you asked her, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know what you mean (Y/N)”, she asked innocently, eyes wide and big. 

“Why do you keep eating and drinking as if your about to give someone a blowjob right as a dessert?”, you lowered your voice and leaned a little bit forward.

“Excuse me? I’m definitely not doing any of that”, she exclaimed and got up in shock. “We’re friends, how dare you say something like that to me.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, staying seated in your place. “Oh so you weren’t trying to seduce my boyfriend right in front of my eyes?”, you mockingly asked.

“Of course not! I admit he’s good-looking and all but he’s your boyfriend (Y/N) and I respect that”, she said and stroke her hair behind one ear. 

“Then why are you wearing the most revealing shirt I have ever seen on you? Combined with the shortest skirt in history and your eating skills, it seems pretty obvious to me what you’re trying to do”, your voice was ice cold as you stared up at her.

Her eyes had a dangerous glint in them for a second before they turned back to the normal innocent look. “I just wanted to leave a good impression (Y/N). I would never do something like that to you, I promise.”

“Eungi-”, you started but got cut off as Jimin appeared next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I think you should head home now Eungi”, he smiled politely at her. “It was nice meeting you though.”

Her eyes filled themselves with small tears as she ignored you but glanced at Jimin, trying to understand what he had just said before grabbing her coat and purse and storming out of your front door, slamming it shut.

Jimin chuckled. “What a girl you have there as your friend…”

Later that night, you two were cuddled up on your couch, enjoying each other’s company, slowly drifting off to sleep as Jimin’s phone stated buzzing.

His hand reached over you, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and unlocking it.

“(Y/N)?”, he asked irritated, loosening his grip on you.

“Mh?”, you hummed back, turning around to face him.

“Did you give Eungi my number?”, his eyes widened as he looked back at his new incoming messages.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “No, why would I? What’s going on?”

“She- uhm- she”, his face was red and he didn’t seem to know what to say so he held his phone out to you, showing you his unlocked screen.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of his new messages from the unknown number but not unknown girl that was showing her body off in this messages directed at your boyfriend.

“She’s sending you nudes?!”, you screamed, shooting up and ripping the phone out of his hand. “Where the hell did she get your number from?”

Your blood was boiling and you immediately clicked on the call button on Jimin’s phone, ready to get some answers.

“(Y/N), maybe you should calm down first before-”, Jimin tried to talk you to sense but stopped as he heard the voice on the other line.

“Do you like the pictures I sent you?”, Eungi sang into the speaker, making your blood rush into your ears, anger spread throughout your whole body, ready to explode.

“No, I don’t like the pictures you are sending to my boyfriend”, you answered sharply. 

“Where the hell did you get his number from?”, you spat, shaking Jimin’s hand off of you, who was trying to calm you down by gently stroking your back.

“Oh (Y/N)”, Eungi sounded disappointed. “You know, you shouldn’t let others use your phone when you have so many valuable contacts on your phone. It’s easy to send them to yourself with one simple click.”

Her voice was still angelic as always but this time you heard the hidden devilish sound behind every single one of her words, the melodic sound that faked friendliness, fooling everyone at first.

“Stay away from him or I’ll fight you”, you growled, whole body tensed up as you ended the call and blocked her number from Jimin’s phone before grabbing your own phone and blocking her there as well.

“Call your manager and tell him to take legal actions if she does anything else”, you gave Jimin his phone back and sat onto his lap, embracing him by his middle, making him chuckle.

“You know, you’re super cute but also extremely hot when you’re jealous”, he whispered into your ear, fingers stroking your bare skin, making you roll your eyes at him and smile.

“Nobody’s supposed to send you pictures like that except for me. I’ll fight anyone who even tries to steal you away from me, so be prepared”, you answered while slightly sitting up and looking at him.

“Don’t worry jagi, no pictures make me go crazy like yours do”, he winked at you and gently kissed your lips. 

“Let me rephrase that - nobody can make me go crazy like you do.”

Favourite books of 2016 (1/5):

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff (review)

I can’t properly explain just how much I adore this book. It has everything you could possibly wish for and it’s written in such an original way! I still haven’t read Gemina yet, because I can’t really afford it right now (and I want the hardcover because these are some of the most beautiful hardcovers I’ve ever seen in my life), but I’m hoping to get my hands on it soon :)

If you have not read this book yet, you need to do it asap, it’s fantastic!


TID Appreciation Week: Day One (Favorite Character)

William Owen Herondale

  « Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. »

Art by (x)

Draco Malfoy

guys guys… 

what I really want is to read a book (or fanfic) that mainly revolves around draco (with some drarry themes)

i want all the angst

I want to know how draco felt when he was rejected friendship by harry

I want to know all about how draco (most likely) ranted to Dobby about stupid perfect harry potter with his green eyes and messy hair

I want to know draco, how he feels, how his mind works

i need to know all about how draco was forced into the life he has

I want draco, putting up a facade, yet it crumbles

draco finding out hes gay and being too terrified to tell anyone expect the ghosts he sometimes talks to

draco, never knowing love

draco, never knowing why he hated potter so much, but he didn’t really hate him

draco, doing anything to get attention from his enemy

draco, knowing about tom riddles diary, and orders Dobby to not let that stupid potter boy to go back to school, because he totally doesnt care about harry’s safety

poor, misunderstood draco, who never had a choice

draco crying himself to sleep, not understanding how he feels and why he feels a stab in his chest when he looks at potter, all happy and surrounded by friends

I just want raw, unfiltered, draco lucius malfoy

(if someone knows about a fanfic that is about draco and from draco’s pov and all the stuff above (or most of it) please please please link me)

1/100 days of productivity | February 14th

Let’s give this a shot then! Started off the day at the gym before diving into the confusing yet very interesting world of European Union law. Really noticing how much improvement my English reading skills are in need of, after two years of Norwegian literature. 

Tune: Animals by Carl Louis

(Hi btw, I’m Mathilde. 21, 2nd year law student at the University of Bergen in Norway. Coffee addict (good luck finding a law student who’s not) with an interest in music above average. Hopefully this will help me reach my productivity goals.)

In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoos- the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?
I craved honesty, yet found dishonesty in myself. Why commit to art? For self-realization, or for itself? It seemed indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination.
Often I’d sit and try to write or draw, but all of the manic activity in the streets, coupled with the Vietnam War, made my efforts seem meaningless. I could not identify with political movements. In trying to join them I felt overwhelmed by yet another form of bureaucracy. I wondered if anything I did mattered.
Robert had little patience with these introspective bouts of mine. He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example, I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, a weave of colour and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-charged.
—  Patti Smith, Just Kids
Bath Time

You sit on the couch, reading your book. Sam and Dean are on a hunt and Castiel is at the bunker with you, doing research for the boys while he rests. It’s been a long month. Castiel got his grace back but is cursed by the spell Rowena put on him so he needs rest but yet here he is, doing homework for the two screw ups while they’re off getting injured and fat.

You walk by him on your way to the kitchen but stop when you can smell him. “Cas, I think you need a bath or something,” you say, chuckling at him a little and he looks up to you with his bright blue eyes and gives you a weak smile. It looks as if almost all of the energy is drained from him. Almost like it’s hard just to smile, just to try.

“I’m an angel. I don’t require grooming,” he says and you laugh. “Cas, as long as you have a vessel, you need a bath. Even animals bathe themselves. They do a have-assed job but they manage to do it.” You say, sitting across from him. “It would be relaxing too, it would make you feel better,” you add and stand to go back into the kitchen but he stops you.

“Wait-” he says and you turn to him. “Do you think you could help me? I don’t quite know how to bathe,” he says, his eyes filled with what looks like exhaustion and maybe sorrow. “Of course,” you say, feeling guilt for the poor angel. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get you a few things.” You say and head down the hallway where you grab a towel, a toothbrush, a hair dryer, and a brush and you put those things and a pair of clothes from Dean’s closet on the bathroom counter.

You head over to the dinning room and see that Cas is buried in research. “You ready Cas?” You ask and he nods and he closes the laptop and follows you into the bathroom. You begin to draw the bath water and turn to see Castiel has dropped every single article of clothing. “Oh my god, Cas, I do not need to see that,” you say shielding the, “bad,” parts with his towel. “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but aren’t I supposed to be fully unclothed in order to bathe?” He asks and you nod. “Yes, Cas, just give me your clothes so I can go wash them,” you say and he hesitantly hands you his folded up pile of dirty clothes and you run out shutting the door behind you and yelling, “I’ll be right back.”

You can’t help but shudder at that sight. Let’s not lie, Cas has an amazing body but that was a little much.

You stuff his clothes in the washer and add soap before closing it and picking the correct settings and heading back to the bathroom. “Cas?” You call and stand close to the door. “Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “Wrap your towel around yourself okay?” You ask and he responds with a quick, “okay,” and you very slowly open the door to see an amazing sight.

Castiel’s towel is hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing his V line and his muscles tighten and contract under his tan skin as he holds up the hair dryer with a confused expression. “What is this used for?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “It dries your hair for you, Cas.” You say and he nods and sets it down.

You quickly run over and grab the bottle of eucalyptus basil bubble bath that smells amazingly like lavender, you poor some in and turn around once the bubbles are formed, instructing Cas verbally on removing the towel and stepping in and sitting into the tub and he does so and once you turn around, you see a lazy smile on the angel’s face and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“You were right, (Y/N), this feels… very good,” he says and you nod and smile. “Okay so I guess I should help you with washing your hair and everything huh?” You ask and he nods. “Yes, I don’t quite know what to do,” he says and you nod and instruct him to lean back a little and you fill up a small pitcher with the bath water, pouring it in his hair and sticking your hand up along the front of his hairline so that none of it gets in his eyes then you squirt shampoo into your hands and run it through his hair, messaging his scalp and he lets out a low hum sound, leaning against your fingers, his eyes closed and a smile still spread on his face.

You can’t help but adore how new he is to all of this and of course you love how much he is enjoying this.

After a while of messaging, you wash out the shampoo and pour in some conditioner, doing the same, using your fingertips to dissolve all of Cas’ worry and stress and finally comes the soap where you sigh and Cas looks up at you with a happy expression on his face.

“Alright, this is the bar of soap,” you say to Cas, showing him. “Now you have to rub it everywhere alright?” You ask and he nods. “Like this?” He asks, rubbing it against his tanned, smooth chest until the white appears and you nod. “Everywhere,” you say and stand. “Now you do that and I’ll be back I’m just going to check on your laundry,” you lie and he nods, happily running the bar of soap along his arms. You don’t really need to check his laundry, there’s no way it’s even close to done yet, you just need a damn break and you definitely don’t want to actually watch him run that soap everywhere. Well, let’s face it, you do, you just don’t want him to find out. So you walk to the fridge and shove a cheese stick in your mouth and eat it, walking to the bathroom and you slowly open the door to find the soap sitting on the rail and Castiel with white soap all over him. You giggle and grab the pitcher, rinsing him off completely. “Alright, Cas, you’re done, do you want to get out now?” You ask and he nods, standing and you quickly turn on your heels, throwing the towel at him. He quickly wraps the towel around himself after seeing you squirming and looking elsewhere but then a look of mischief crosses his face and he laughs a little. “Why is it that you get so uncomfortable with me being unclothed?” He asks, his hand wrapping around your arm. “I- I uhm..” You stutter until he presses his soft lips down onto yours, pulling away quickly. “I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” you cut him off by pressing your lips up to his and he gladly accepts your lips against his until you need air and he chuckles.

“Okay why don’t you get dressed and I’ll get you some deodorant from Dean’s room or something,” you say and quickly go do that, running out and hiding your bright red face from the proud angel.

Shadow of Self :: The Lawman and the Kandra

That is all I’ll write about that, assuming that you who have read the book understands my meaning, and that you who haven’t won’t be spoiled too bad! (but honestly if you haven’t read the books yet, ALL the Mistborn books, you better get to it!!)

Since mid December I have listened to all the mistborn books again, and over the course of the last two weeks finished the three 2nd era novels. I only finished The Bands of Mourning last night, and my heart is still aching so I couldn’t but draw this scene inspired by a certain scene in Shadow of Self. (Please god if you want to talk about it message me, I need to talk about it!!)

I am so in love with all the characters, and while Wax is in my opinion the most boring of them all, all my art ideas are surrounding him, for some reason. My favorite characters are Steris and Wayne actually, is that odd? What are yours?

And no this isn’t a spectacular piece of art, it was drawing rather sketchy to begin with. I have no idea how to draw humans looking mature (in their 40s) without looking too old, so their faces are weird, but I am still strange happy about it. His hand and arm is really weird looking I know, that’s what small A5 paper gives you of space. I am also strangely fond of the way she seems to slip away from him, also kind of apparent from the way her shading kind of stops halfway down the page.

Maybe I’ll draw the scene more properly later, if there is a desire for me to do so? Maybe even watercolor, it could be very good I think.

Please let me know what you think!

Love, Iggy


Mistborn and all it’s characters ©Brandon Sanderson

This drawing © mine, IngvildSchageArt - do not copy, edit, repost, or publish anywhere without my explicit consent! You can find me and his piece on Facebook, instagram, Tumblr and twitter under same username!


“Hmm?” I glanced up, jerked out of the text, to see Jamie regarding me with a mixture of sympathy and amusement.

“Ye need spectacles, don’t ye?” he said. “I hadna realized.”

“Nonsense!” I said, though my heart gave a small jump. “I see perfectly well.”

“Oh, aye?” He moved beside me and took the book out of my hand. Opening it to the middle, he held it in front of me. “Read that.”

I leaned backward, and he advanced in front of me.

“Stop that!” I said. “How do you expect me to read anything that close?”

“Stand still, then,” he said, and moved the book away from my face. “Can ye see the letters clear yet?”

“No,” I said crossly. “Farther. Farther. No, bloody farther!”

And at last was obliged to admit that I could not bring the letters into focus at a distance of nearer than about eighteen inches.

“Well, it’s very small type!” I said, flustered and discomfited. I had, of course, been aware that my eyesight was not so keen as it once had been, but to be so rudely confronted with the evidence that I was, if not blind as a bat, definitely in competition with moles in the farsight sweepstakes was a trifle upsetting.

“Twelve-point Caslon,” Jamie said, giving the text a professional glance. “I will say the leading’s terrible,” he added critically. “And the gutters are half what they should be. Even so—” He flipped the book shut and looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “Ye need spectacles, a nighean,” he repeated gently.

“Hmph!” I said. And on impulse picked up the book, opened it, and handed it to him. “So—read it yourself, why don’t you?”

Looking surprised and a little wary, he took the book and looked into it. Then extended his arm a little. And a little more. I watched, experiencing that same odd mix of amusement and sympathy, as he finally held the book nearly at arm’s length, and read, “So that the life of a writer, whatever he might fancy to the contrary, was not so much a state of composition, as a state of warfare; and his probation in it, precisely that of any other man militant upon earth—both depending alike, not half so much upon the degrees of his WIT—as his RESISTANCE.”

He closed it and looked at me, the edge of his mouth tucked back.

“Aye, well,” he said. “I can still shoot, at least.”

“And I can tell one herb from another by smell, I suppose,” I said, and laughed.

—  An Echo in the Bone (Outlander series) - Diana Gabaldon

19.1.2017 8.09 p.m - Studying at one of the silent rooms at uni earlier today! Started annotating a book I need to read for Administrative law, it’s about administrative processes :)
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