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“Peasants love their Saints. They hunger for the miraculous. And yet they do not love the Grisha. Why do you think that is?”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said. I opened the book. Someone had written my name inside the cover. I flipped a few pages. Sankt Petyr of Brevno. Sankt Ilya in Chains. Sankta Lizabeta. Each chapter began with a full-page illustration, beautifully rendered in brightly colored inks.
“I think it is because the Grisha do not suffer the way the Saints suffer, the way the people suffer.”


Made these book covers for @badwhalenikki ’s fanfic ‘The Cute Flower Shop Girl’. (A voltron au)
Which you should go read it!!!
Also you should check out her other fanfics:
She is an amazing writer and all her works are amazing!!!!

anonymous asked:

Falling asleep on the couch while waiting for him to come home. He gets in, calling your name, and amused when he finds you, book almost covering your face, your glasses still perched on your nose. He sheds himself of his coat and duffel, then makes his way to you, gently peeling the book away and removing your glasses from your eyes, murmuring 'thas' probably not comfortable, pet, c'mon let's get you to bed...' (sorry I was daydreaming about this today! xo)

And you’re kind of angry cause you’d been fine? Sleeping? And when he gets you put in bed, the sheets are a little cold, but then he gets in next to you and pulls you in close and you harrumph under your breath, but he’s warming the bed and he feels nice, and every now and then he mumbles something about his day, and you fall asleep with the last piece of information he’d told you still rattling around in your brain. And when you wake up in the morning, he’s still asleep, and you’re the one who kind of wakes him up a bit by shoving under his arm and cuddling in and getting that big inhale of sleep, and warmth, and bedsheets, and Harry. 

Me & Kook's First Meeting

Jungkook: Hello, What’s your name?

Me: I'am your Noona show me some respect.

Jungkook: *Doesn’t believe me and is suspicious*

Me: Well would you prefer me to call you Oppa then?

Jungkook: *Jungshook*

Me: Yeah that’s what I thought.

My lovely wife bought me a book on Al Parker, who was a prominent 60’s illustrator for all different types of media (book covers, movie posters, print, magazine illustrations… You name it.)

He did some really striking work.

I’m always trying to do new things when it comes to my art, so I gave a limited palette and super sketchy, straight to inks approach a shot.

It was a good time.

italymystery-swanqueen  asked:

Oh TalentOne B B B B B please

Paranormal activity ;) Thank you for the prompt!

A03 Version

“A séance.” Emma stared at Regina skeptically from where the side of the sofa she had been seated at the past half an hour, notebooks and grimoires around both her and the brunette. Brunette who nodded once, her hands still gripping one small, cracked leather-covered book in where names and numbers seemed to run down the page as if the ink itself was alive.

“It’s the only useful thing I can come up with.” The former queen replied before placing the book on Emma’s lap, the ring on her hand catching the warm, dimmed light of the room. Tapping against one particular passage Regina made Emma focus her gaze from the ring itself -something she still couldn’t believe that was truly there, on Regina’s hand, even after all those months- to the page.

As soon as the brunette’s finger grazed the page the seemingly sentient ink stopped abruptly letting Emma focus her tired mind into the scribbled information that now presented itself to her.

“A candle is always the best option to lure…”

Stopping and licking her dried lips Emma rose her head and stared at Regina who merely nodded encouragingly. “We can try to call the spirit close enough for us to expel it afterwards.”

Emma bit down on her bottom lip, thinking back on the first time they had realized that the mansion, former Regina’s house and now considered to be the Swan-Mills household, was inhabited by more than just the two of them and Henry.

It had started a little after Emma had come up to live with both Henry and Regina herself; lights that flickered on and off, shadows that seemed to move and just a new, strange electric charge that made both Emma and Regina narrow their eyes at every corner, their magic telling them that there was something else than just their own power. At first they had thought that it could be Emma’s powers molding to Regina’s; their own combined magic force strong enough for it to be an excess of “juice” as Emma would put it. However, after weeks of strange echoes and murmured whispers in the middle of the night the two women had finally addressed that even if Storybrooke didn’t seem to be under attack their house was being haunted.

“We were doing so good without a villain in town…” Emma had groaned as Regina, after throwing fireball after fireball at a quick shadow that had moved through their bedroom walls while laughing maniacally, shot at her a quick, half-amused look.

“Seems that that can’t be real long enough for us to settle, dear.” She had answered before placing a soft kiss on Emma’s lips that had made the green-eyed woman smile dazedly for a moment. “Let’s find if there is something we can do with my mother’s books, shall we? I’m not going to let a ghost tell me what I can do and what I can’t on my own house.”

That last sentence was said while looking somberly at the shadowed corner in where the silhouette of two bright eyes seemed to rejoice before disappearing while reeking at something that Emma could only describe as “magic”

Now, looking from the book to Regina, however, she wasn’t as sure as she had felt a few hours before when they had started to leaf through page after page of books she soon enough discovered had mainly been written by Cora herself with enchantments and curses weaved between the pages. She had lost the number of times she had felt the sting of a considerably weakened curse shocking her fingertips whenever she tried to read a particularly hard passage full of obscure mentions to places or ingredients she didn’t really want to ask how evil or depraved needed one to be in order for them to be found.

“You think that trying to talk to… them won’t end up badly?” She quickly asked while shooting quick glances at Regina’s office. One of the few places the apparition seemed reluctant to disturb was the small place they both had been seated in for all those hours but it was already four in the morning and her brain was already playing games with her, making up shadows and smirks in corners in where only wood and papers waited for Regina to pick them up later in the morning.

“It’s not like we have a lot of options.”

Which was true, Emma thought while looking at Regina as the woman looked down to the book once more, her lips forming the objects she was going to need in order to lure the apparition. They had already talked with both Rumple and the fairies, neither of the two telling them nothing apart from what they already knew; the house was haunted and there hasn’t been any other villain in town ever since the last one. Emma had momentarily suspected that Hook could be behind it but Regina had quickly shot that idea down after pointing that the pirate wasn’t smart enough to contact a ghost -or wraith- and make them do what he wanted. Plus, the pirate had been laying low ever since the blonde had broken their engagement in front of the entire town.

Playing with the sash around her wrist the savior narrowed her eyes as something that seemed to be a hoot coming from outside the room. Ever since the apparition had started to appear the two of them had casted protective spells near Henry’s room and even if the teen seemed unaffected by the havoc the apparition created there was always the tension beneath everything else. Lolling into the couch she tried to hide a yawn after the sound passed and she looked back at Regina, her face shadowed by her tresses and her eyes darkened due to not only tiredness but resolution.

“Why do you think it’s here?” She finally asked after a few more minutes of silence. They hadn’t managed to get a good view of the apparition and it didn’t look like it was really human but more like a shadow that shrunk and grew as it moved from corner to corner while laughing and hovering as menacingly as possible. “Maybe Pan wasn’t destroyed after all?”

Regina flinched at the mention of the one that had managed to almost truly destroy Storybrooke but shaking her head she continued with the next page of the book, her pupils jumping from one line to the other as quickly as possible.  “I think we are dealing with a poltergeist. Pan’s shadow was definetely something completely different.” She finally replied in an almost too soft tone, one that made Emma frown as she played with that new information.

“A… you mean like Peeves?”

Looking unamused with the blonde’s reference to Harry Potter, Regina nodded reluctantly before closing the book with a soft thud, her gaze completely unfocused as a familiar purple swirl overtook the normal chocolate brown color her eyes displayed.

“The presence never bothers Henry and what it has done hasn’t been nothing more serious than what you could say as being some very bad practical jokes. The energy we feel whenever it’s close could be product of Henry’s own energy. Teens have been thought to be the ones who call a poltergeist with their own pent up life force after all.”

“So the ghost is linked to him.” Emma deadpanned, standing up and starting pacing through the room. She wouldn’t have thought on that possibility but after hearing Regina she realized that it was a very real possibility.

“If it’s a poltergeist then yes.”

Emma groaned. “One month.” She grumbled as she stared at Regina, the woman standing as well and starting to pile up the candle and fairy dust they would need to use in order to create the trap. “That’s all I ask, one month without a problem and then we have a ghost that’s feeding on Henry’s energy to mess with us.”

“Next time ask less strongly.” Regina replied, a shadow of humor glinting on her eyes. “The fairies are sometimes excellent listeners but less good at granting what we ask. They have the notion that they always know best, even when you aren’t a child anymore.”

Picking up the candle and checking her own reserves of magic Emma hummed in agreement.

“At least.” She thought. “It’s not a wraith.”

Ten Prompts to Help You Break in Your Journal.

It can be difficult to get over that initial feeling of “this journal is so clean and new I don’t want to write in it”. These prompts are designed to help you break in your new journal so that it feels like a part of you and not a part of the store you bought it from.

1) Use paper and tape to make tabs to mark sections. Ex: class notes, written journal entries, quotes, etc.

2) Glue different ribbons along the sides of some of the pages so that they can be seen when the book is shut.

3) Paint a few two-page spreads with solid colours so that when you find things to Glue into your journal, they will have a nice background ready for them.

4) Write your name, address, and phone number on the inside cover in case the book is lost. Underneath, record the description of the journal you were using before, so that they can be read chronologically.

5) Paint the edges of the notebook, I like to paint them gold.

6) Bend the cover and spine to loosen them, open the book far enough that the covers touch.

7) Cut a few things out of newspaper that represent the day you started the book. This helps put your thoughts and experiences in context. Ex: Your horoscope, newest scientific findings, an article that mentions current government leaders.

8) Add pockets to the front and back of the book. This can be done using envelops, paper bags, or cardstock.

9) Draw a picture of yourself in your favourite outfit, with an expression that matched your general mood. List what you are wearing in the picture and how you are feeling. This helps to provide context for who you were when the journal was created.

10) Make a page to document the stationary you will be using throughout the journal. Include samples of your favourite pens, pencils, paints, and papers.

This comic book issue of the Scooby-Doo Archie comics features the gang in their style and age in A Pup Named Scooby-Doo! I’m still trying to find this issue for myself but I can’t wait for the day I get it!

Apparently there’s a new series of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s coming out soon? It’s a comic series called Mikro Chasers and a bunch of the main characters get turned back into kids by the Cyprian Malachai. So basically will this mean we will get to see baby Caleb? I really want to see baby Caleb that would be so adorable

we can even touch the stars

Summary: Of fate, names written inside book covers, and the space between fairy tale and reality. A Whisper of the Heart AU.

For the lovely anon who asked me for headcanons for this AU (sorry I went a bit overboard), and for @witchymomo because I love her and hope this helps her spirits lift!

Nico makes the connection for the first time the summer of his senior year, on an afternoon that’s sloppy with the kind of heat that makes breathing a chore.

The name is a simple one. Unassuming. Will Solace, written in the scrawling, fanciful letters of the head librarian. It’s not the kind of name that’s made to be noticed.

Nico notices it anyway.

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Anthology Opportunities

With the submissions for the Valentine’s anthology now in the polishing stage, it’s time to put out a call for the other anthologies I hope to organize this year.

These anthologies are intended to help fandom authors who want to make the leap to mainstream publishing but aren’t quite sure where to start. You get to start building your ‘author brand’, get to have a Book you can tell people you contributed to, and you can have an actual PAPER book on your shelf as well with your name on the cover.

The first anthology in the series, Stocking Stuffers, is out now on Amazon (and doing okay in sales, but not spectacularly). I’m still figuring out how to market most effectively, but we’re definitely getting better as we go along!

If you want to know what sort of standard of work we are expecting, please get yourself a copy of Stocking Stuffers and have a read. It’s 99 cents on Amazon until New Year.

Below you will find the details of the anthologies I am planning for the coming year, with dates that the first draft will be due. Each one has a link to a Google Form where you can sign up - this is an expression of interest at this stage.

Please read CAREFULLY the information at the top of the form. I strongly suggest that you save this information for your own reference. Other deadlines are included in the forms.

LGBTQ Anthology - first draft due 1 March 2017

Summer Heat Anthology  - first draft due 1 May 2017

Halloween Anthology - first draft due 1 August 2017

Christmas Anthology - first draft due 1 October 2017

Valentine’s 2018 Anthology (take note, those of you who didn’t make this year’s deadline :P) - first draft due 1 December 2017

Form submission closes 1 week before the first draft is due, but please get in early so I have an idea of how many participants I may have!

Please share this post with your favourite fandom authors. You know the ones. The ones who write so well they really SHOULD get paid for it. This is their chance to hopefully ACTUALLY get paid for what they love doing!