Couple of commissions I finished recently!

Top: River Celestine (belongs to @hollymcgillis )

Bottom: Hikmah (belongs to Sarah and Marty)

If you’re interested in a commission, I have a couple of slots open!

$30 USD - Bust.

$55 USD - Waist/Hips up (Halfbody).

$70 USD per fullbody character.  

May come with a simple background if I feel like it fits or will be quick to do. 

Please email with interest, or references and personality details!  Thank you!

1, 2, 3). William

martythegirl  asked:

10 with gradence 8)

I cannot believe you would play me like this.

Here’s ~700 words with a cute surprise. I didn’t edit it. 

Credence has always been quiet. For more than twenty years, quiet was the difference between sore and bleeding. Such habits have faded even slower than his scars.

But he never intends to deceive anyone with his quiet. He means only to not disrupt.

He’s been quiet for hours with a passel of girls around him, all of them terrifyingly powerful witches with enough power in each of their lovely, lacquered pinky fingernails to blow this whole pub down. Credence understands that they talk about songs and spells and shoes not because they are vapid or un-clever, but because this business the past ten years or so has been a horror. And Credence certainly thought himself quite familiar with horrors. Any person — witch or otherwise — might need a few hours to drink beers and speak of meaningless things.

He doesn’t drink or speak, but the girls seem to be having a pleasant enough time.

Queenie looks over her shoulder suddenly and Credence follows the direction of her gaze. Tina Goldstein and Percival Graves sweep through the farthest edge of the pub like a pair of bats in nearly matching black coats that trail to their boot heels. Credence blinks, but Tina’s tall form and Percival’s broad shoulders are still there.

They shouldn’t be here, he thinks. They were in Berlin just this morning. When did they get here?

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Bloodstone by MartytheGirl
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her/hers
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Height: 6’10”
Weapon: Short daggers, no quantity limit, pulled from either stone on the chest for attack or defensive moves. Red ones are smaller.
Gem Type: Bloodstone
Likes: Power, stability, safety
Dislikes: Uncertainty, weightlessness/heights, breaking fusion
Hobbies: Weightlifting, sparring, meditation, debates
Personality: Opinionated and strong, but can get distracted, misdirecting her energy. Mostly serious and impatient, but sometimes the smaller personality comes through in moments of stress or sadness. Loses fusion if driven to anger to a MAJOR degree.
Other Bio: This gem is an unstable fusion (in the style of Stevonnie) of a small bright green Chalcedony and an even smaller chunk of Ruby Zoisite. Chalcedony is the dominant personality, and while Zoisite is not a good match, it keeps them fused for the protection it grants at the cost of its freedom.
Fusion Preference: Work alone

Today @martythegirl showed me how to hack the Fantabi extras which she’s apparently been doing all this time and now I am truly living but also just. so sad.

Weeks ago, someone posted in the Credence Barebone tag with detail photos of The Belt and I was like. “Are those thistles?!” and there are totally two very distinct thistle flowers on the buckle of The Belt.

(The Belt which is fundamentally superfluous because he wears suspenders, so it’s just a torture device that he has to wear around all the time.)

Anyway, thistles.

Maybe most famous for being the symbol of Scotland, thistles are basically Mother Nature putting up both middle fingers and saying fuck you. Maybe not quite on the level with stinging nettles, but definitely close to sword grass. You can pluck a rose without getting your hands maimed, but a thistle will fuck you up. 

That means that Scotland’s motto, to go along with the general Scottish attitude about life and also the THISTLE, is: Nemo me impune lacessit

Or, “No one shall cut (hurt) me with impunity”

OR, “No one can harm me unpunished”

Or, my own translation, “fuck me up, I’ll fuck you up.”

(There’s also an identical French motto derived from the thistle which uses “Qui s'y frotte s'y pique” but I got that from wikipedia it’s not like a thing I grew up with.)

Anyway, Credence is literally wearing a noticeable accessory the whole movie that is a subtle signal that you should NOT try him, bitch

and everyone in the whole movie is fucking trying him

I love Colleen Atwood, honestly, that’s so subtle and so good. But I also want to sue her for emotional distress.

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts, what about Graves taking Credence to get a wand? You write him being such a nice sugar daddy in your fic. I want to know your thoughts for the wand too =D

This might not be EXACTLY what you are imagining, but @martythegirl and I brainstormed up some pretty specific things.

First, her wonderful illustration:

Now, I think a lot of JKR’s ideas are just Bad. The idea that wands make magic users better and America needed English people to come teach ~real magic~ with ~wands~ but then witches and wizards are demonstrated to be Incredibly Powerful by having them use wandless magic is… nonsensical.

Also it’s just really racist? The idea that NO ONE ELSE ON THE PLANET (except white Western Europeans) was using any sort of magic-infused item to aid in the casting and use of magic is just incredibly false and Bad.

And ANOTHER THING, it’s obvious that wands can be made from things beyond just the limited list that is available in the extra-canonical sources JKR has provided. Even Picquery’s wand has a core that’s technically unapproved/possibly illegal in America. And since it’s America, I figure if wands are supposed to be licensed and highly regulated by MACUSA and this is some kind of gun control metaphor with heavily racist overtones, then there’s got to be a market for illegal and unregistered wands.

I wanted the wand that Credence would eventually possess to reflect something DEEPLY North American but also sort of dark and terrifying and taboo. Something that is outside MACUSA’s laws and honestly sort of scary to anyone with sense. 

Therefore the wand is Maple with a Wendigo tooth core. :)

And this is set about a year after “In a City, Reconstructed.” It’s more “I love you so I’m going to track down someone I arrested for illegal wandmaking and threaten him into giving you a wand” than “Baby boy, let me buy you something nice.”

Alexander Running Deer sits beneath the bare limbs of the Ash outside his home. He moved to the Dakotas specifically to stay away from other people — magical or not — so he frowns when he sees four figures walking up the road to his home. Coyote, who dozes with her head on his ankles, glares at him when he moves.

Alex picks up his walking stick and hoists himself to his feet.

He does not plan to have visitors. Not now. Not ever.

Especially not in the winter.

“Go away!” he shouts at them.

Three of the four strangers stop walking, but the third does not.

“We’re here to buy,” the man says.

As he gets closer, he begins to look familiar.

“Well, I ain’t selling!” Alex shouts.

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I don’t know what this is but @martythegirl asked for it.

TW: References the use of nuclear weapons; lots of Death Imagery. Set in 1946, but I did like… the bare minimum of research. Also there’s a potential NewTina baby? God that’s a weird collections of content warnings.

Late autumn frost rests on the few unlucky leaves still clinging to the trees in Central Park. The air tastes cleaner here for the cold. He doesn’t mind the cold much.

Even though he has no scarf and no decent hat. His badly shorn hair leaves both his neck and ears exposed. Both are bloodlessly white from the cold, just like the ends of his fingers. He owns gloves — one pair in black leather. They fit him better than most things he wears. They cost nearly as much as his shoes, however, so his Ma holds onto them.

If he kept them, she says, he would only lose them.

But he doesn’t mind the cold.

A man walks beside him who wears brilliantly shined shoes with tall heels to keep above the frozen mud and spats to protect the black leather.

His own shoes have a hole working open on the sole and water stains on the toes. He cannot afford to shine them but twice a year. His Ma says the polish costs too much. He would rather give his pennies to his youngest sister than a bootblack anyway.

“Aren’t you cold?” the man asks.

“No, sir,” he says. “The afternoon is rather pleasant compared to this morning.”

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anonymous asked:

so I know your have the beautiful stripper au happening but how do you feel about.....a gradence black swan-inspired ballet au?

I was all like “how could this work when Black Swan/Swan Lake are so very specifically about female anxieties” and then @martythegirl played me with some shit about masculinity anxieties.

Warnings: This is (as Black Swan is) skeezy. It’s not romantic, it’s definitely sexual harassment.

“Barebone, please stay after.”

It’s just words, but from Mr. Graves’ mouth just words is enough to make Credence stumble and his throat close up.

“And try not to fall over,” the choreographer adds.

After everyone else has left the studio, Credence lingers near the door and waits for Mr. Graves to finish whatever it is he’s doing. As the man walks, he swings the long, narrow pole he uses to point out everything a dancer is doing wrong. It’s a shiny dark wood — nothing like the bright, pine one that Credence’s mother used.

“Are you unhappy with the casting decisions, Barebone?”

Credence shifts his weight from his heels to the balls of his feet and back, swaying a bit forward and backward.

“No, sir,” he says.

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martythegirl  asked:


character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS | OHHHHH MY GOD

ship with:  Mihai because I’m Awful. I feel like there may have been another ship, but I haven’t read it in ages and my brain is fried rn.

general opinions:
I HAVE AN ANIME BOY TYPE and Badou sits very neatly in that niche (VIOLENT, LOUD REDHEADS!!). But like, what an incredible asshole. Info brokers have always been a really cool character archetype, and to see someone so ostentatious doing this kind of work is my favourite thing. Also like, Tragic Brother Backstory, sign me up.

He makes no sense, I love him.