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RFA Magazine Mockups!
{{I also have a Society6 account now!}}

They were supposed to make magazines about the charity parties and benefits lol – i guess everyone did little edits on each other’s covers too hhhhahaha

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MADDOX-RIDER; 2016 ART SUMMARY

You can say I spend majority of my year with Dan & Phil. I am so glad that the phandom welcomed me with open arms. I made a lot of new friends, did fun projects and achieved many goals that I’ve set for myself; like having an entire art summary filled with colours+digital and completing inktober. To me, it was been a very successful year. I may or may not still be in the phandom but where ever my art takes me, I hope to create new memories in 2017 like this year.

Jan: Kiss Me
Feb: Phamily
Mar: Dentist Kink
Apr: Shibes!
May: Love Me Like You Do
June: If I lose myself 
July: Majestic Pastel
Aug: Team Mystic
Sept: Only one
Oct: TATINOF
Nov: Phanime
Dec: Secret Santa

AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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here’s a langst! (it includes hunk):

so I get like Lance is homesick and he starts to regret sneaking off at night and saving Shiro and all, but like. Imagine how much deeper his thoughts could get. He probably feels responsible about things whenever he thinks about Earth and his family. Not only that, but he may think that it’s his fault that Hunk may never return to Earth as well. Hunk has a family too??? Doesn’t he miss Earth too?? What about his own family??

Because remember back to before Shiro lands on Earth, Lance and Hunk were just roaming at night until they see Pidge and follow behind. And Hunk was the one who didn’t want to go after Shiro lands, there was  “how about we go back inside, where we’re safe” but nope. he was dragged. Like??? I swear to god, Lance probably thinks about this everytime. and just “I’m sorry Hunk”

ok now that we know who all the 7 red robes are, lemme just. predictions/getting shit straight

  • lucretia made her oak staff, who knows exactly what it does but its based on protection magic
  • lup made the phoenix fire gauntlet, her body was in wave echo cave where she hid it and her soul is now in the umbra staff, which has an affinity for scorching ray
  • merle made the gaia sash, because of course he did
  • taako made the philosopher’s stone since he is a transmutation wizard
  • magnus made the temporal chalice, we already know that, but i am wondering what connection magnus has to divination magic
  • barry made the animus bell; he possessed pringles and casted command on davenport, idk exactly what class he is but hes definitely focused on enchantment. and if the animus bell is actually necromancy and not enchantment, then thats pretty obvious too since hes a lich
  • and that means davenport made the oculus. perhaps his talent for illusions is what fooled everyone in to thinking the relics were being destroyed, not collected.