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Inktober Day 16: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, starring Mr. Darcy Crow and Elizabeth Bennet Crow, nib pen and ink on paper

This was suggested by @mountcynthusdesign - thank you! But I was going that way anyway. I just couldn’t decide between this book and Emma. Both have great film adaptations, too - I loved both the BBC miniseries and the Hollywood versions of P and P, and even the Bollywood version, Bride and Prejudice (great music!).

Also happy to be evening out my gender balance in this series.

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Hard to argue with that logic.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

(Thank you to the MANY lovely people that recommended this scene from Deathly Hallows!)

general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

I see that you use "prince of hell" warlock in a lot of your tags, what does that mean?

oh my god this is kind of embarrassing because my feelings about this are so intense. like i’m not even sure i can fully articulate what it’s genuinely about but i will try. also book spoilers.

Warlocks always have a demon for a father and Magnus’s father in particular was revealed to be Asmodeus, one of the seven princes of hell and a fallen angel. It’s the reason he’s so powerful and since Asmodeus erased someone’s entire life as if it were nothing, it’s likely why Magnus has a particular talent for memory spells. We also see Magnus activate a witchlight at one point, which normally only responds to Shadowhunter (angel) blood.

And yet it was used more for relationship drama than anything, even though Magnus going through the centuries believing that he has the purest form of demon blood is a huge deal for his character. He’s clearly ashamed of it. Plus, what does having something so similar to angel blood mean for him? We’re told time and again that he’s powerful, that he has all this rich heartbreaking history, but we only get glimpses of it at best. What happened after he killed his human father after nearly being drowned? I mean, he was six or something and literally the first time he used his magic was to burn a man alive. How did he end up in Spain all the way from Indonesia? Did someone bring him to the Spiral Labyrinth? Magnus says Silent Brothers took him in, but that only appears in deleted pages of CoA; in CoB he simply calls them “churchmen.” How did he discover Asmodeus was his father? What was their conversation the first time he summoned him? What is even Magnus’s birth name before he took this one? A name, by the way, that unlike other warlocks speaks not of mourning or solitude (Loss, Fell, Fade, Gray) but of pure destruction, which says everything about what Magnus thinks of himself and his origins.

In short, the entire concept of him being the son of a Prince of Hell represents everything I wanted and nothing I ever got. That tag is purely about my extreme thirst for Magnus being Magnus. Not the guy who’s one half of a ship, not a glittery warlock with a great fashion sense, but Magnus Fucking Bane, the man who understands exactly who he is and what he’s capable of, who loves with all of his heart and would prefer to tell stupid stories about how he was totes BFFs with Julius Caesar but who will not hesitate to fuck your shit up if you mess with his people and when he’s done, his eyeliner will not have a single smudge. It is for Magnus lounging at his nightclub like a king. It is for Magnus carving his history and tainted birthright into his own name, but still clinging to the belief that he’s human and a good man.

“It’s nice,” said Kell, “to meet someone like me.”

Holland frowned. “I am not like you,” he said, and walked away.

The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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you know the greatest thing about harry potter is that everyone’s harry potter book collection has a story you know like for example the first one i ever bought was the deathly hallows because i was twelve years old and had forgotten to bring a book on our flight to india and was stuck in the london airport with like a four hour layover with nothing to do because my phone was a crappy slide-y one that was only good for texting and calling and i wasn’t about to use international texting so i bought it in one of those airport gift shops and so my copy of the deathly hallows says petrol instead of gas and has the cool british cover, and then i got the order of the phoenix next because it was my absolute favorite one in the series and so i bought it at this used book store except it was like a relatively new copy but it was hard cover because that’s how Extra™ i was so now i just randomly have one giant ass book in my harry potter collection because it’s like 500 pages AND the only one i own that’s hardcover and then i bought the half blood prince next because i figured i needed to fill in the gap between owning 5 and owning 7 but when i bought it the cheapest version was this big ass large font version so my copy of the half blood prince has font so large i swear it’s at least three times longer than the book is actually supposed to be, and then i got 1-4 used at a garage sale when my aunt in new hampshire’s neighborhood was having a neighborhood wide one and she was walking around it and she called me, in texas, at like 8pm and was like “hey you don’t own books 1-4 yet right????” and so she mailed them over to me and they were already slightly dog eared with worn spines and there’s a coffee stain made by some random new hampshirean on the bottom of the chamber of secrets but like……. they’re so special to me i wouldn’t give them up for the world anyway tag this with your hp book stories

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“When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.” (From the book On the Jellicoe Road)

Here’s a sliver of a thing I’m working on.  :D

protect-drake  asked:

24 + Drake x MC ? 🙌

Someday, I’ll write a Drake x MC fic that’s not filled with angsty longing. Today is not that day. Hope you enjoy this, @protect-drake

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

Bad Idea

Drake is walking down the hallway when he hears her laughing. He’s pretty sure it’s a bad sign that he can recognize it from a distance and even worse that it makes him smile just to hear it.

Suddenly, Lady Hana comes careening out of one the rooms.

“Hi, Drake,” she giggles as she dashes past him.

“Don’t forget the whipped cream!” Louisa yells from the room Hana ran out of.

Drake follows the sound of jazzy pop music drifting down the hall. Like most of the suites in the palace, this room is luxuriously decorated with antique furniture and classic works of art. Unlike most of the suites, however, this room’s four-poster bed has a variety of blankets hung from over it creating a fluffy, makeshift fortress in the midst of all the opulence.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed is Louisa. Her hair is pulled back into two low ponytails and she’s dressed in a pair of black and white polka dot pajamas. She looks more content and more Louisa than she ever has in a ballgown.

“What the hell is all this?” Drake asks as he leans against the doorframe.

“Hello to you too, Drake,” Lousia says with that bright beautiful smile of hers. “What we have here is a pillow fort or a blanket fort. Either way, it’s a fort.”

“And what, pray tell, are you barricading yourself against?”

Louisa laughs, “Nothing. Hana said she’s never had a sleepover, so here we are. She went to get the fixings for ice cream sundaes.”

“Ah, well, you girls enjoy your night,” Drake gives her two-fingered salute and turns to leave.

“Wait! Drake, come in for a minute. I didn’t really get a chance to see you much today during the apple festival.” Louisa pats the bed beside her and Drake’s mind shorts out. Sitting…on a bed..alone…with Louisa. This is a bad idea, he warns himself. 

“I don’t think so,” Drake says out loud, shaking his head. 

“Sometimes you really are a killjoy,” Louisa sighs disappointedly as she flops backwards on the bed.  

Drake has heard comments like that most of his life from a lot of people. He’s gotten pretty good at letting them roll off his back. What does he care what they think of him? But suddenly the idea of Louisa thinking of him that way bothers him.

He steps into the bedroom. With every step, the same thought echoes in his mind, bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. When he reaches the the plush bed, he lays down beside Louisa.

“Hey there,” Louisa smiles at him, nudging his shoulder with hers.

“Hey,” Drake says simply. Her closeness is intoxicating and Drake swallows hard.

“See it’s not so bad in the fort!”

“Eh, it’s all right.” Drake wonders if she can hear the thundering of his heart over the music drifting up from her phone.

Lying side by side, they both stare up at the gilded ceiling. Drake savors Louisa’s proximity, knowing it can’t possibly last.

The song playing changes to a slow jazz ballad and a man’s voice croons into the comfortable silence between them.

I think I love
every single little crack on your face
I think I love
even our most casual embrace
You don’t have to try
Cause I’ve made up my mind
Baby, I think I love you today

Drake inches his hand toward Louisa. This is a bad idea, he thinks to himself even as he keeps moving closer. When his fingertips feel her soft skin, he trails a single finger along the inside of her wrist and Louisa sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath. Drake slides his finger back down to her hand, tracing the lines of her palm. He keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling even as she tangles her fingers with his. Her hand is small and soft but so strong, grasping his hand tightly. Out of the corner of his eye, Drake sees her turn to face him.

But I must confess
Baby, I think I love you today
When I think what we could do
If I could only say to you, yeah
All of these things,
well do I dare
and would you care?

As he turns his head to meeting her gaze, Drake thinks again, This is a bad idea. Her dark eyes sparkle like a starry night and Drake feels powerless against their pull. 

“Drake,” Louisa breathes as she rolls onto her side. She lifts her free hand to trace his jawline. Her gaze is tender and hungry as she searches his features. 

“This is a bad idea,” he whispers to her.

“Maybe I like your bad ideas,” she whispers back as she leans even closer to him, eyes darting to his lips.

It’s too much to resist and Drake gives him, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, lingering kiss. He places one hand on her hip and pulls her closer. Louisa returns his kiss tentatively at first but it quickly grows more fervid. Drake stops with a gasp, breathing heavily as he stares at her. Her lips are swollen, the lip gloss she was wearing smeared slightly. She looks dazed but happy and Drake leans in to kiss her again.

“So they didn’t have hot fudge, but the chef said he could whip some up…” Hana’s voice comes from just outside the door. Drake’s eyes slide closed as he leans away from Louisa and rolls off the bed.

“Wait, Drake…”

“I told you it was a bad idea,” he tells her with a regretful smile before he turns to go. His heart already aches walking away from her. He wants what he can’t have, but with the taste of her still lingering on his lips, Drake wonders how he’s going to keep resisting.

Song: I Think, I Love - Jamie Cullum  https://open.spotify.com/track/4qHkwrjueAetdboJjkYUw4

anonymous asked:

"stay pressed babies it's our show now " i think this anon just summarized the entire problem with Jon/Daenerys. this relationship has taken the show completely into the "casual fan's fantasy" theritory. this whole fast-paced romance that doesn't even require good chemistry but gets consumed by the public regardless because they dreamt of it so much really degrades the entire show and just... makes it less special. Jon/Ygritte, Jon/Sansa fit into the stream of the show. Jon/Dany is a farce.

I’m reading The Lost Hero again and… Wow. There are so many things I had forgotten!

Well, this is how I see Piper in my mind now. Smol kiddo 100% ready for a fight.


She’s not the kind of girl I would befriend in school though. In Brazilian portuguese we have a word that kinda fits her: “Barraqueira”.

 At the beggining of the book she wants to fight every single girl who looks at her and especially every girl who looks at Jason, and this is really annoying. She basically wants to punch everybody to “show the world she’s strong". Of course I understand that, suffering from bullying all her life, it’s natural that she’s always in a defensive mood, but c’mon girl, just calm down. Pls.

 And to make it better, she kinda demonizes everything girly. I don’t blame her, the damn Riordan wrote her this way, but WOW it pisses me off. It starts with her judging Drew by her looks. “Too pretty, makeup, fashion style. Hum, must be evil.” And this judgement is then applied to almost every female character who does not follow the line “100% good”.

 And oh well, Aphrodite and her children. Do you guys remember the Hipnos Cabin? These guys sleep all the time, and do not seem to be good at battles. But still, whose fame is it to be useless in fights? Aphrodite’s children.

 “Ah but Hipnos’ children can make the enemy sleepy, blah blah blah”

 Aphrodite was born from Uranos. She’s probably as powerful as Zeus, or even more, because as we all know, even the gods can’t escape from love.

Love is a powerful thing. Love can be BRUTAL. So that story of Aphrodite’s children being always portrayed as supermodels who only care about their looks and boyfriends and can’t fight a bug is just RIDICULOUS

Sorry about it, is just something that really bothers me.

{ two for one }

pairing(s): thomas x reader, alexander x reader

prompt: Can you do one where Jefferson and Hamilton are fighting over the reader?

t/w: none!


You walked down the corridors of the hall, a little nervous. It was your first day at Yorktown High School. You were bouncing with nerves, that pit falling in your stomach again.

You were ready to throw up when you saw Angelica come through the crowds. You sighed in relief as she quickly rushed up to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You made it!” She grinned. “It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you too!”

“What classes do you have? I’ll walk you.”

You looked down at your schedule, the flimsy white paper in your hands. You lined up your finger along the words, coming to the first class near the bottom of the page. “Um, U.S. History?”

“Ah, Franklin. Good luck.” She snickered, but happily linked arms with you and started walking. You smiled as you talked about your summers and other things.

Along the way there, Angelica was stopped by a boy with curly hair. He was tall and had a proud little smirk on his face. You made eye contact, and manged a small smile. You couldn’t hold the eye contact for long. You quickly grew embarrassed and looked away. The taller boy smirked, putting his hands in his pockets casually.

“Angelica, who’s your lovely friend here?” He hummed, sliding up next to you. Instinctively, Angelica pulled you closer to her side. She didn’t slow down for him, but you managed to keep up.

“Thomas, this is (Y/N).” She said bluntly, not even looking at him. “(Y/N), you could do better.”

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matt0044  asked:

So what's this about Simon Says being episode 10? Doesn't seem that big of a deal. Only ones out of place are the Origins on Netflix and those were always all over the place to begin with. That said, it shouldn't be too hard to navigate for any casual new viewer.

Well i mean… they’re not the only ones. i’ve only watched the first two eps, and already it’s got a pretty obvious error.

Ep1 is Stormy Weather, which is cool. It’s a good intro point cos it spells out a lot of things and the duo are still kinda clumsy/feeling out their dynamic. A+++ intro ep, 5 fists of the north star.

 But then… ep 2 is Evillustrator? For some reason??? Evillustrator opens with Nathanael drawing/daydreaming about saving Marinette from Stormy Weather and…what’s this, Alya as a villain? Does he not like Alya? what is this?

Now, as a person who has seen the show, I know it’s Lady Wifi. Cool for me, who knows why he pictures her this way, but for someone who has never seen it, it’s a bit confusing…like, gosh, what does he have against Alya??? But when the Lady Wifi ep rolls around, what? I guess he’s clairevoyant? lmao no, anyone with half a brain is immediately going to realize it’s just completely out of order, that’s all. and it’s off putting when that happens. [note: it happens on netflix with other shows sometimes too (usually an ep or two) and it’s always, always annoying]… all the other versions at least have some semblance of an order. Lady Wifi is before Evillustrator in every other country, for obvious reasons. 

and mind you i have only watched the first two eps, i’m sure there’s more and i’m justggfdjghdk

Okay sorry for that tangent lol. onward to your actual question… you asked about Jackady (Simon Says). And the thing with this episode, is that is heavily implies that Gabe has figured out his son is Chat Noir. 

[gifs from this post]

Like. 

Very, very heavily.

There is no way around that. He knows. Hawkmoth or not, Gabriel at least suspects it’s the ring [which he knows about because he has a book on the miraculous]. 

Now…the problem with this being episode 10? It’s because after this, the rest of the season, he’s just gone. He’s not seen again until the final episode lol. Bubbler is episode 9 [so right before this one]. And Mr Pigeon [the only other ep he really appears in] is episode…5? 6? I forget. 

Again…Hawkmoth or not, it seems really…odd??? for it to be so early on lol. For him to know for all that time and do literally nothing about it. And don’t pull the “lol but he doesn’t care what Adrien does” cos i will fight you. He’s distant and yes totally neglectful and downright emotionally abusive [tho unintentionally i imagine] but he’s not a heartless monster. He cares about his kid.  

But yea, originally it was episode …18?? for the english version [according to the wiki], which is a bit better. French version was directly before Volpina, the ep in which he is studying the book with the miraculous in it [probably researching whether or not he was correct about the ring lol]…it’s just like, the further away from Volpina the ep is, the less sense it makes to me??? It loses it’s relevance the further away it gets, so it just really fuckin baffles me. 

Also, as a personal note, i could honestly ramble and rant about the Agreste family drama for days, cos it’s literally my favourite aspect of the show… i love it more than the love square, i love it more than fuckin adrino and chloenette, i love it more than butts i love it more than air. so just… mashing it all together right in the beginning, instead of spreading it out and letting it breathe a little…. idk it just fuckin gets to me ok? it bothers me a lot.

But maybe that’s just me tho.

super-magical-wizard  asked:

Aaaaa my heart. Thank you so much for writing two versions of your book!! I'm almost crying right now because I used to read a lot of books but then I started getting more and more fed up with unneeded sex scenes with no emotional interactions at all and I just- I keep reading all the stuff you're saying about the fluffy version and my heart hurts with how much I need a book that doesn't depend on sex. Thank you. Thank you so much. I hope you have a wonderful day!! Imma go cry now

And reactions like yours are exactly why I am doing it. 

As I have said in the past, quite a few times now, actually so you’ll forgive me if I copy paste and paraphrase from previous replies about this: 

I never want to exclude anyone from my writing simply because I have a kinky streak the length of the A1 (other British folk know what I’m talking about). At the end of the day, I’m ultimately writing about people and love. And you don’t need sex to write about either of those. You don’t need sex to be in a loving relationship. You don’t need to want sex to be human.

Or a vampire. Or a werewolf. Or whatever else you might be.

Sex is not the definition of humanity. It is not the zenith of our existence in this world.

So yes. I will keep writing smutty fun novels, but I will also always write sex free fun versions of the books as well. Always. Because that shit matters. It matters a lot and I am determined to try and do it right so I’m going to have to ask for patience while I do it because it would be just so easy to rip the sex scenes out of the book and offer it up. But that’s not good enough. And it’s not the story I am telling. 

So yea, I’ll just be over here, writing two versions of the manuscript in tandem. Feeling very out my depth and overwhelmed because holy shit you guys, this started just over a year ago as a shit post about paranormal romance tropes. A shit post

HOW DID YOU TRICK ME INTO THIS, WHAT THE HEK

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Out today is Jughead #14, which concludes the current Jughead/Reggie arc with a bang, and which also has special variant covers by Chip Zdarsky and Joe Quinones!  It is also, sadly, the conclusion of my run on the book!   

It was so great to work with Derek Charm on this - his drawings of the race scene in issue #12 are some of my favourite things I’ve seen in a comic, and they totally elevated whatever goofy gags I wrote.  Also, his Superman-squint-eyed Reggie is objectively the best way to draw the character, and his version of Sabrina is the new canonical greatest version.  THOSE ARE JUST THE FACTS.  Derek will rule over us all in a few years, but he will be kind.

Thanks to Chip Zdarsky too (who came back to do a “Burgers 4 Ever” variant cover for my last issue (aww Chip)) who relaunched Jughead way back at issue #1, and whose work I could only build on!  I said when I started that there was nothing broken there that needed fixing, and I stand by it!  All I did was add a lady in a burger costume.

Thanks also to Team Archie and to Mike Pellerito in particular, who to his eternal credit kept listening when I said “what if Jughead… met a burger?” as my pitch.   It was tons of fun to get to write characters I’ve been reading for most of my life, and I hope you enjoy the comics (including Jughead #14, out today!) even half as much as I enjoyed writing them.

The book isn’t ending!  #15 comes out next month, with a new story written by Mark Waid and Ian Flynn, and with Derek Charm on art, because he is the best.