||March BPC: Just One Word|| 4. Yourself. So … guess who got to go to a book signing on March 4? That’s right, I did!! It was awesome and she was super great and I loved it and I only had to say one sad word to hear her thoughts about one of my favorites and it was hella good for closure purposes.
MY FIRST EVER FINISHED DRAWING IN YEARS! I did it for Echoes so give me a 3DS and a copy of the game please.
I’m not really satisfied with her face, but no matter how much I readjust it, it just won’t work. Maybe the expression just doesn’t fit her… I wanted to draw Lukas or Mae instead, really, but Celica (in her nightgown) is as absolutely lovely as them.
Shadows and Monsters - flashbacks // Tessa Dunbar - Teen Wolf [5/??]
to get up at what felt like the crack of dawn when she hadn’t gone to sleep
until close to 3am had made Tessa grumpy, and she completely blamed Lydia
Martin for it.
Tessa had made the mistake of
mentioning Theo to her, casually dropping in how cute he
was, and of course Lydia had wanted to know everything – it didn’t matter that
Tessa didn’t even know anything about the new arrival. No, it had just
spurred Lydia on even further and soon she had commandeered Tessa’s laptop and
was Facebook stalking the poor boy and Tessa had let her, desperate for an
ounce of normalcy in their lives.
But they hadn’t found anything,
much to Lydia’s annoyance, and Tessa couldn’t decide whether she was
disappointed that they hadn’t managed to find out anything about him, or
intrigued at the mystery surrounding him because no matter what anyone said,
there was most definitely something mysterious about the new boy.
But, her lack of sleep and
subsequent grumpiness was making her irritable, and the way Stiles was
yammering on like he was in an episode of Criminal Minds was started to grate
on her. She was seriously regretting agreeing to this whole car sharing thing.
“So… You ran a background check,
and all you found was a speeding ticket?”
“Yeah, a speeding ticket signed
by Theo’s dad eight years ago!” Stiles gestured wildly, desperately trying to
make Malia understand his point, but she just stared at him blankly. “Who
speeds?” he asked, and Malia shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “People
trying to get away from something.”
After a serious fight with her best friend Mal, Alina accidentally wishes for The Darkling, also known as the Goblin King, to take him away and he, who had fallen in love with her, grants the wish.
Once she realizes her mistake she tries to get the Darkling to free her friend, but he is relentless and tells her that
the only way to free the boy is to solve his labyrinth in less than 13 hours or stay in the boy’s place. Alina, thinking it’ll be an easy task, chooses to solve the labyrinth, surely she can save them both.
What follows next is an adventure full of magic, unexpected friends and allies, dream ballroom sequences with dresses as black as the King’s magic and offers of eternity of servitude and love. Will Alina solve the labyrinth and save both her and Mal? Or will the Darkling win the deal?
Prompt: “Snowbaz Greek God AU with Simon as Persephone and Baz as Hades”
(In case people are confused, I didn’t actually call them Hades and Persephone, but that’s who they are. Pitch is Baz and Snow is obviously Simon. Also, I followed the original storyline of Persephone finding the underworld and not getting kidnapped.)
The smell of roses invaded my senses, in this shadowy place without flowers.
I turned my head, expecting to find the soul of a little flower girl, clinging to her last grip on the living world.
Instead, I spotted a beautiful boy with hair like sun and eyes like the sky, standing here in this place he did not belong. Dressed in red and pink, he was a god with skin kissed by Midas and freckles falling on his face like dots of night.
He was beautiful.
I wanted to ask him what he was doing here, alive where he was supposed to be dead. For this was not a wraith, this boy was alive.
And I hated it.
“Why are you here?” I asked. My voice was rough. I pulled the shadows tighter around myself until there was no way he could tell where they ended and I began.
My voice slid through the inky darkness of the underworld, one with this place of constant gloaming, but his voice. His voice rang out in the never-ending cavern, startling the souls and making me jump.
He demanded, “Where am I?”
I didn’t answer him. I just gestured around me, to the floating wraiths and the black, jagged walls. To the inky black river that lead souls from his world to mine.