off to work on a commission now

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Some of the final batch of Tarot Cards I’ve been working on since i got back. Tarot Card commissions are closed now, these are the ones I couldn’t finish before I went off to school. :) 

When I started making Tarot Cards almost 2 years ago if someone had told me I’d have made all these cards for people, I would not have believed them. These Tarot Cards have given me everything I’ve needed: confidence, great friendships, work opportunities. Each card is an experience I’m very fortunate to have shared with each and every person who decided to put their trust in me to draw their character. I’m happy, here’s to a future full of art and sharing! I love you all <3

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Reader right to left, like a manga!

Click here if you want to learn more about my custom MCs!

This took so much longer than I thought (working between commissions. My hand feels numb.). But I really wanted to draw my fave boy and his MC~ I know I put that she’s 4′11′’ on her initial profile, but I shrunk her a little more. 

Now Ji-Yun’s actually 4′9′’, but she tells people she’s 4′11′’ and wears heels all the time so that way she’s not technically lying. 

As far as the default MCs go, Ji-Yun is actually a mix of MC1 and MC2 (aka. Blonde MC). 

She started off as MC2, but because I love Zen and wanted him to have an MC that looked as “canon” as possible- I merged her with MC1. Don’t worry Blonde MC lovers! I’ll be introducing her when the time is right ^-^;;;

Next up, Jumin and his MC! 

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:’) soft tododeku commissions for @eclecticlion

you’ll just have to assume izuku is on tip toes in the first pic or hit a growth spurt because officially todoroki would be 10 cms taller but what can YA DO when the composition doesn’t work that way (they’re sitting in the second so it’s ok. those +10cms on todoroki are all leg). i mean it would but it’d be harder to draw, SO

Life’s picked up with lots of work, school, and a couple commissions. Since this piece has a long way to go and no time to be worked on, i’ll just drop it off now instead of letting it rot in my august file.

But yeah i wanted to draw lance and the blue lion cause i just loved their bond so much! I’m sure she was sad to reject lance for the sake of forming voltron ;_; i forget that the lions have a personality and mind of their own :’)

The Lost Special: The One Way to Tie Up Every Loose Thread

In the last month this corner of the Sherlock fandom has thrown out a multitude of ideas for a narrative that could potentially resolve every last inconsistency in Sherlock series 4. Not knowing it, this community has debated different readings – all perfectly valid with only minor holes in logic – but have missed how they might all fit together into an intricate puzzle, each reading validating the other.

I have found one way to connect every loose thread.

Topics resolved include:

– EMP Theory vs “TFP as John’s TAB”: why both readings are meant to be exposed to the viewer (but we just found them too early)
– Benedict’s insanely long monologue they mentioned him having in Series 4.
– How another episode would only be comprised of a few new scenes
– Mary’s character development drifting far from her original plotline
– Moffat’s Doctor Who narrative that includes Toby Jones as a Dream Lord and what that means for Amy in “Amy’s Choice” and Sherlock in The Lost Special.
– How POVs intertwine in TFP, and how TPLOSH inspired the way The Lost Special would end.
– The entire bizarre nature of Series 4
– Breaking the 4th Wall
– The focus in The Six Thatchers on “The Duplicate Man”, “Twins”, “Two places at once”, and “Dead AND alive”.
– Three Garridebs
– Benedict claiming “Love conquers all” while Steven Moffat facepalms.

So if you want to know the one way this could all work, check out the rest of this post. But hear me out until the end, suspend your disbelief until you’ve finished, because regardless of whether or not you believe we’re getting The Lost Special, this reading which combines everything we’ve talked about for the last year is definitely arguable and until something else gets proposed, it is the one I’m sticking with til the bitter end.

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Bet most of ya’ll weren’t aware I do sprites too! Probably cuz I haven’t really done any in years now…

So during my breaks at work I threw together these 4, roughly based on Minish Cap’s style. Hope ya like ‘em! And I hope my work monitor isn’t so off that the colors suck~

(20 colors total btw, including the chair which has one or two of its own)

(Side note: I’m not currently taking sprite commissions, mostly ‘cuz I do them so rarely now I don’t know how much time they’ll take, so no idea what to charge~)

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Kylo fished his keys from his pocket, and pointed them at the car. The lights flashed as he unlocked it, and handed Rey’s things to her.

“Hold onto these, I need my arms for a moment.”

Rey took her purse and now ruined folder, and slipped on her shoes- which felt awful on her drying feet- they squelched and she shuddered.

Kylo chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“You could have left them off you know.”

“And walk through the ra-HEY?!”

Rey couldn’t complete her complaint, for Kylo bent down, adjusted his jacket around her, and scooped her up off the front step.

I commissioned the one, the only, @panda-capuccino for these four amazing pieces! A huge thank you for this wonderful work!

These are in dedication to this awesome Reylo AU, “Reductio ad Absurdum” by @coupdefoudrey! Age-swap Professor Rey and student Kylo are a complete mess for each other and you should totally check out this fic if you haven’t already!~

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Weee~ done with those two! I’m actually pretty proud :3
They were commissiones by @azuranagomii, thank you so much!

Also, I’ll take a short break now, working on a new commissioning list, showing off more actual pictures and stuff, changing prices a Little, before I’ll have to fullfill a few promises. And after that I will FINALLY be able to open commissions xD

Also, if you’d like to Support me I would be very thankfull~

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Supporting living artists is vital. Our livings are made off of our craft, and there are many ways you can help the artists in your life. Like, reblog, retweet, and otherwise share their art with proper credit. Send them a message of support. Visit their shows. Last but not least, buy their merchandise and commission them for work. Art is more than an expression or a hobby, it is a profession for many of us. Use this pin as a conversation starter, let people know why it is important to support living artists within their lives. (Shout out to the model used: @violentcosmos)

Get one now at my Etsy.

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“Better luck next time.”


Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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I’ve been working at a temp-to-perm position for nearly a year now. I thought I was going to be hired… that is, I was repeatedly told, “Once you reach one year, we’ll hire you.”

Instead what happened is I was dropped while recovering from shoulder surgery.

I’ve been out of work for 3 weeks now, and now I won’t be going back. I have a lot of debt from not having a paycheck for three weeks, and I’m still not able to work without hurting myself. 

If possible, take a look at my commission sheet and consider hiring me? Until I get a new job, I’ll be doing art to survive. I’ll work off of the sheet as well as pay-what-you-want commissions.

If you’d like to donate, my paypal is DalalNaoum AT gmail DOT com

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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Heyo my commissions are open again! Paypal only folks!

Ait, shit’s gucci now these are my

TERMS OF CONDITION

  • if you use my art somewhere that I’ve drawn for you credit the artwork please and use the one provided with a watermark, you don’t gotta but it would be nice lol (I usually provide one without for personal use like phone bg or something lol)  
    so that means don’t claim the drawing as your own, you can post it where ever tho just as stated previously credit.
  • It’s preferable that you pay half upfront before getting your drawing, if that don’t work for you it’s negotiable.
  • All prices are negotiable, based on complexity or simplicity of the thing you want. If your character is like hella complicated I might have to charge a little more but if they’re pretty simple I might give you a lil discount. Otherwise it’s just the standard price. ALSOOO if you maybe aren’t in the best financial situation or something and you’re only missing a few $$ or something and you want a thing we can negotiate a deal of sorts, I don’t bite don’t be afraid to ask just don’t make it something crazy lol this also isn’t an invitation for an art trade, you can also pay it off little by little if you want
  • –EDIT FOR SOME REASON IT SHOWED I WONT DO THE STUFF I WILL DO LIKE LMAO

Ait, now

WILL DO: 

  • LGBT+ Stuff (that includes any mlm, wlw, trans ect thing you want, honestly dunno why this gotta be said lmao tbh if you’re against lgbt dont commission me yo)
  • Furries (Anthro/Feral)Ponies
  • OCs/Fan OCsFanart  (shows ect. u want ur fave?? I got u boo)
  • Only slight nsfw/lewdish stuff ( I can’t draw a penis or w/e well enough to sell it sorry folks im working on it, but suggestive shit’s gucci with me )
  • Memes. You want…a shitty meme of ur oc?????? pay me like 1 usd and u got it m8 it aint on the price sheet but like, ay, im sellin dank shitty jpgs with low af quality and custom pepes, pepes can range from nice lineart to like did u do this w a mouse fool? pepes are 2 per person max (leave a tip for the memegods if u want)Mechs are meh (BADUMTSSSSSSSSSSSSS) like yo those shits are weird af and I’ll probably charge a lot extra for mechs unless it’s simple but even then lol

WONT DO:

  • No racist shit fuck you
  • No homophobic shit fuck you
  • No pedo shit fuck you
  • No incest shit fuck you
  • No vore (or any other weird fetish im kinkshaming you all)
  • No NSFW (explanation as to why is stated before)
  • No Rape shit (Or anything like sexual assault ect.)  fuck you

AAAAAAAAND FORGOT TO MENTION SOMETHING!! I will be mostly doing these in slots?? Sort of, like if I currently have 5 commissions lined up you will be put on hold!

Story Time with Bobdude: That Time I got Blacklisted by Hasbro

Enough people were curious it seems and it’s a slow post week because of finals and EFNW, so here’s the story. It’s nothing super special but I think it’s pretty funny when you take a step back.

So way back when I wasn’t totally jaded on commissions, I actually took commissions. No one really knew who I was, so I got work from friends most of the time. One friend was a musician named Shroo, believe they go by Pearl Grey now. Anyways, he was doing a little side project with a couple other guys called the Booty Mark Crusaders, and wanted album art for their new track. Thanks to them, I was also in talks with Ponyville FM about holiday commissions of their mascot. Moving on, it was a trap/edm type song so he wanted all 3 of the CMC in, as he described it, a “thuggin pose”. I’m no stranger to the “thuggin pose” and thought it’d be fun so I made it happen. Keep in mind this was almost 3 years ago, but here’s the art I wound up making for them.

(If you want to laugh at my terrible old stuff, I keep it all up on my deviantart as a “journey through art” kind of thing.) Anyways, I sent this off to them and they loved it. They sent it to Ponyville FM who was going to promote the track with the art. As it turns out, Ponyville FM is overseen by Hasbro UK (or at least was at the time, I don’t know the ins and outs of that whole relationship), which meant it went through Hasbro UK to be approved. Hasbro saw the Scootaloo with a joint and wagged the finger at PVFM, who had to wag the finger at Shroo, who had to wag the finger at me. I simply edited out the joint and sent it back off and that’s the art they wound up using. You can see this edited art in the song video itself on youtube:

Now remember when I said I was in talks with PVFM about doing some holiday commissions of their OC? Well they dropped contact with me after this. I thought they’d simply lost interest and I was (and still try to be) just a hobbyist, so I didn’t take it personally or put much thought into it.

I went to Midwest Bronyfest something like 7 or 8 months later (shout outs to Kansas City), which was a con that had a pretty heavy PVFM presence. I was talking with Ludi, one of the PVFM heads at the time, who casually mentioned while talking to me that they could “finally commission me again”. I said “wtf do you mean?” and he told me that Hasbro UK had put me on a blacklist over the joint smoking Scootaloo from months ago. Said it meant that anyone affiliated with Hasbro, such as PVFM, was not allowed to communicate with me in any way. Turns out, it expired after 6 months, so I was off of it by the time I was at Midwest Bronyfest. I had no idea I was ever blacklisted this whole time, so it didn’t make too much of a difference. Lost out on some commissions I suppose but I don’t mind. I was never mad about it cause it never really effected me, but now I have a fun little blip in my art history.

That’s really about all there is to it, but I think it’s really funny that someone working for Hasbro saw this drawing and had to go through the effort to blacklist ya boy for it. I just find the whole thing to be totally absurd, I get why they blacklisted me and everything I just think it’s silly that that’s how it went down. Somewhere, 3ish years ago, there was a list in UK of people that Hasbro refused to work with, and bobdude0 was on that list. Moral of the story though is that Scootaloo only ever causes me trouble haha

Can I...? (Ten x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Hey everyone! This one goes out to the light of my life @succaphon, who deserves far more than my lame excuse for some Ten fluff. She’s the Dark Mistress of Prompts and blessed me with one to bring to life. I hope you love this one Tsh, because it’s all for you baby ;) I hope you and everyone else absolutely explode from feels because that is my goal and what I strive for every day. #MAKETSHLOYAL2K16

Originally posted by tenace

You told yourself at least fifty times this morning while agonizing over what to wear, don’t wear a skirt, yet here you were. Freezing, even with tights, goosebumps making a permanent home all over your thighs as you trudged away from your single room apartment towards school.

It was late October and autumn was in full swing. The vibrant red and russets, fiery oranges, and subdued yellows were breathtaking, but they did nothing to curb your anxiety as you walked along. You adjusted your giant tartan print scarf, pushing it up your face to cover your nose and the fact you were chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You had decided to take the long way to school, even while wearing a skirt, because you still didn’t know how you were going to do it, or even if you were going to do it at all.

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A China Rose

Originally posted by fragile-strenght

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction.

Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfiction. Please tell me where I can improve (in a nice way) and I hope you enjoy. I will try and update every week. Also REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Anything to distract me from exams.

Chapter 1: Prologue
You were walking, well more realistically sprinting, up the servant’s stairwell, avoiding several maids holding trays of several different types of alcoholic beverages. You had successfully avoided at least ten maids before you went crashing into one head first, involving several orange drinks falling on you, leaving you soaking wet and your white top now spotted orange. The maid simply looked at you in disgust before deliberately pushing you into the wall whilst she quickly picked up the shattered glass. This in turn caused a pile up of at least five maids and they all looked at you with disapproving looks. You were used to them at this point. Most of the maids despised you due to your outward appearance. Mrs Potts had told you on several occasions that you were beautiful and many of the maids envied you for it (that and your supposed strange taste in fashion, but you couldn’t help it if pants were far more practical than skirts). You, had never thought of yourself as beautiful. You were just you, plain and simple and that’s how you liked it. There was also the factor that you actually enjoyed reading. Many of the maids thought it a useless skill but you loved the places a book could take you. You’d visited the great sands of Africa and the jungles of Peru but your favourite place to visit was Verona in Italy. It made you feel at home away from the real world. Back when the Prince’s mother was alive you’d sneak into the library and sit behind the curtains and get lost for several hours before your father found you. Those times don’t occur anymore. You’d been found by the Prince’s father, and the bruises stayed on you for several weeks.

You shook your head to rid yourself of the memory. The group of maids bar one had hurried down the stairs. You looked up to see that it was Plumette who remained. You breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was she the head maid but she was basically an older sister to you, just like you were to Chip. She looked at you eyebrows raised
“Would you care to explain what happened Y/N, or do I not want to know?” she said whilst gesturing to your shirt with her feather duster.
You lifted up your tool box before saying “Lord Dustin’s daughter’s clockwork doll has broken.”
She looked at you, eyes wide (she knew how difficult she could be) before giving you a small nod and rushing down the steps to return to help prepping for the ball that was to take place in two hours. Ugh, the ball. Another stupid dance where the Prince could show of how rich he was.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you hadn’t realised you were now walking along the corridor of the palace where actual lords and ladies could see you. You gripped your toolbox tighter whilst avoiding eye contact with any of the noblewomen that came past. You could hear behind closed doors several young women fussing about their looks clearly trying to impress the Prince.
“Why? He’s nothing special.” You whispered aloud, a scowl etched upon your face.
“Ahoy there sailor. What’s got you under the weather?”
You turned to see your father hurrying up behind you whilst gripping dearly onto an easel, canvas and his bag full of paints and brushes.
“Oh it’s nothing Papa,” you say with a smile, “just a broken doll of the pickiest guest.”
He winces, “Lord Dustin’s daughter?”
“Yup. It’ll be my first with her, and her reputation makes me nervous.”
He pats you on the head, “Don’t worry, you’re the best tinkerer I know, she’ll be lucky to have you repair anything of hers.”
You blush and look down at your feet before looking up at him again, a puzzled expression on your face, “Where are you off to now? I didn’t know you had a new piece to work on.”
“Well I didn’t, until two hours ago.” He lets out a deep sigh, “The Prince has commissioned a piece depicting the ball tonight.”
“Oh,” you let out almost accidentally but you can’t hide your disappointment. You were looking forward to having a few moments with your father tonight while the rest of the castle were occupied.
“Don’t worry I’ll try and be finished before dawn.” He looked down at the wrist clock you made for him only three weeks ago. He kissed you on the forehead before quickly rushing off down the hall towards the ballroom but not before he told you that he loved you.
“I love you too.” You said to a now empty corridor.  
You shook your head and once again begin to rush towards the Lady’s allocated room. When you skidded to a halt outside the large, ornate door, you took a moment to smooth out your shirt and pants (whilst desperately trying to rid them of the orange stains). You tucked a piece of your damp hair back under your headband before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.

You had to wait several moments before a thin looking woman in her mid-twenties opened the door. She looked at you questionably, before a high pitched voice from inside the room spoke up.
“Just let them in. I’m in a rush.”
The lady in waiting opened the door to let you through and you gave her a pleasant smile which she returned subtly before rushing to help Lady Helen Dustin place her wig on her head. The wig was far too ornate for your liking with its several unnecessary jewels that were strewn everywhere. You were certain that the wig was far too tall to fit through a doorway. How she was to dance was a mystery to you.
“May I help you? I don’t remember asking for cross dresser to appear in my room. That’s more Lady Emilié’s taste.” she said whilst looking in the mirror, placing far too much rouge on her cheeks.
“Forgive me my lady, but I’m Y/N, the Royal engineer if it were, and I believe you wished for me to fix your doll.” you say, the poison, hopefully very clear.
Her mouth fell agape for a brief moment before signalling to the table at the end of the bed, without looking away from her reflection. You walked over to the table and place your tool box next to what is quite simply the most beautiful doll you have ever seen. You went to get your tweezers before a loud squeak stops you.
The Lady Helen looked at you, appalled, “What on earth do you think you are doing?”
You looked up at her confused. “Fixing your doll, my lady.”
“Not here!” she practically screamed at you, “Down where you people breed.”
You looked at her, holding her gaze before closing your tool box and picking up the China doll. “As you wish, my lady,” you mumbled before walking to the door. You turned back and looked at her once more, “Before I leave, my lady, please might you tell me what is wrong with the doll and what the desired result is to be.”
She looked at you in horror before turning back to the mirror and saying “The arm is stuck. It’s meant to move.”
You nod, curtsy and leave but not before you hear her say to her lady in waiting “I had no idea they hired such strange people in this place.” Their laughter follows you down the corridor.

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Back in your workshop/bedroom you were admiring the doll. It truly was a marvel. The outside was delicate china, but the inside was a complex machine. A maze of copper cogs. It was beautiful. You had found the problem with the arm joint almost immediately, a loose screw had caused a cog to become bent, preventing it from turning. It was easily fixed and at this point, exactly half an hour before the ball was to commence, you were simply sketching the insides in detail so that you one day might be able to replicate it. You were so entangled in your work that you didn’t see the figure standing in the doorway until they coughed, loudly. You looked up abruptly to see the Prince standing there, his face covered in a ridiculous amount of make-up. You preferred him without it, if you had to choose.
You stand up and fall into an awkward curtsy.
“Your highness.” You mumbled out not looking him in the eye.
He just smirked at you before smugly saying “You have charcoal on your face right there.” He gestured to his own nose.
“And I believe you have something all over your face too.” You pointed out with delight, whilst dramatically waving a hand all over your face.
His smile dropped and immediately turned into a scowl. “You can’t speak to me like that.”
“Oh, of course. Where are my manners. You have something hideous on your face too, your highness,” you said while taking a ridiculously over the top curtsy. When you stand you look at him pleased that his eyebrows were furrowed with rage.
“And why aren’t you,” you jabbed a finger at him, “upstairs getting ready for yet another one of your balls?”
His scowl disappeared and was once again replaced by a smirk.
“Well, I was in the process of doing so,” he gestured dramatically at his attire, “with the assistance of Cogsworth, but I was ever so rudely interrupted by a certain maid complaining about a supposed Royal engineer.”
“And you came down to tell me what?” you asked, eyebrows raised, “that I was too hostile?”
“Precisely.” He practically snorted out.
“Oh dear.” You said feigning embarrassment, “I was trying so hard to hide it.”
“You know, I should fire you.” He stated, “After all, you don’t do much. But your silly father is the best artist for miles to come so I guess I’m stuck with you.”
Your blood boiled at his comment about your father. “Don’t you dare speak of my father that way!” You practically yelled at him.
He let out a rather large chuckle. “Relax Y/N, I’m joking.”
“Well, I don’t find it funny.” You let out, your tongue dripping with hostility.
“It was rather funny. You should note that you look like a tomato, you’ve gone so red.” The Prince was beside himself.
“Why don’t you go back upstairs where everyone wishes to throw themselves at you?” With that comment you went back to your desk at picked up your pad. “Your highness” you mutter.
“Honestly Y/N enough with the formalities. You know you may call me by my name. One of the few I allow.” He stood in the doorway, for once actually looking like he could be kind.
You simply glared at him and said in the most monotone voice you could muster, “I’ll call you by your name when you start acting like my friend that I knew and less like your father.”
Your comment had its desired effect. The Prince turned immediately away from you and stormed away from your workshop. Satisfied, you looked back down at your sketch pad and once again begin to draw.

It was only a few moments later that you looked up to stare out the small window above your bed. You simply stared before your eyebrows knitted together with concern. A large storm was roaring outside but that was not what concerned you. What concerned you was there was someone outside in it. You stood up and rushed into the corridor and towards the back door of the servant’s quarters. Once outside, you were hit by a large wall of rain but you continued running till you reached the figure. You helped guide them through the rain towards the castle door. After pushing against the wind for several minutes you reached the door, where you hastily bustled the figure inside. Soaking wet, you finally looked properly at the figure to see that it was a beautiful lady in a green velvet dress and with luscious golden curls. She smiled at you as you directed her towards your room. She was somehow miraculously dry, unlike yourself. You were about to let her into your room where she grabbed your arm rather harshly. She looked at you, her green eyes seemingly glowing before stating, “You must leave this castle. Tonight. Gather what you need and leave for the nearest village.”
You were confused as to why you had to leave but the longer you stared into the strange ladies eyes the more convinced you were of the idea of leaving. You nodded at her silently as she let go of your arm. She began to walk away and you went back into your room to begin packing what you would need, but you swore you saw her age rapidly as she began to climb the stairs at the end of the hall.
In your room, you packed away your tools into your toolbox. You packed clothes into your traveling bag and placed your pad, art supplies, your only three books and your trusted tools in it as well. You put on your leather gloves and cloak ready to face the rain storm. Before you left your room you took one last look around and took the clockwork doll into your hands admiring its intricacies. With that you left.

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You were walking towards the castle gates, down the large carriage path in the gardens. You looked back at the castle to see a large and strange glow coming from the ballroom. Another part of the Prince’s entertainment you thought to yourself. It was not until you heard the screams did you turn around once again and stop walking. The sound was coming from the ballroom.
“Papa!” You thought out loud. You began to scold yourself. Here you were planning on running away, for a reason you couldn’t remember and you forgot to bring Papa with you. You even forgot to tell him you were leaving. You took about five steps back towards the castle when the first carriage came charging towards you. You leapt to the side just in time. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you see that all of the guest carriages were barrelling down the path. As you stood there at the side of the path desperately trying to avoid being squashed by any of the carriages, you caught a glimpse inside one to see Lady Dustin. The fear etched in her face was something to behold. She looked back at the castle, terror gripping her. Her blue eyes briefly met your E/C ones and the message they sent was clear. Run.
You thought of your Papa, how you couldn’t leave him, but every carriage was filled with noblewomen all with the same fear etched upon their faces. You were about to head back towards the castle when a bright, blinding light erupted from the ballroom windows, illuminating the entire gardens and sending an ice cold wind billowing into your face. You were knocked backwards by the strong wind, struggling to stay upwards. When the light dimmed you saw that rain storm that was occurring had now turned into a heavy snowfall. You looked around in both fear and awe. It was June. It never snows in June, at least not here. You stared up at the sky, at the flakes that were slowly settling around you. Then you heard it. An ear splitting roar. A roar of an animal in pain. That was it. What made you run. You ran as hard as you could towards the gates. You glanced back at the castle, where the roar was coming from, and saw a yellow flash. The flash seemed to linger before seemingly forming a glowing barrier that was spreading outwards from the castle. Whatever that glow was, you didn’t want to find out. You ran faster. Faster than you had ever ran before, your father a distance memory. The barrier was charging towards you as you reached the gate. You fumbled trying to pull them open. As they opened, the glow was nearly upon you. You ran through the opening and was pulling the gate shut with your left hand when the glow engulfed it up to your elbow. Your left hand went numb and you closed your eyes prepared for the worst.
It never came.
The golden glow seemed to have stopped at the castle’s perimeter and was slowly stretching upwards forming a glowing dome. You looked up in awe when you felt a sharp pain in your left arm. You stumbled backwards, tearing your eyes away from the magical dome. You forcefully removed your glove to see your hand slowly become paler and smoother. Your hand was becoming heavier and more rigid with each passing second. You looked away in horror. You grabbed your glove and ran from the castle as fast as you could, hoping that the further you got away from that cursed place, the better you’d feel. You practically sprinted through the woods putting a good distance between you at your former home.
After roughly ten minutes of running, sweating and tripping over several roots, your body was begging for a small rest. You sat down under a fairly large tree, wrapping your cloak tightly around you (despite the fact it was no longer snowing). There was still a tingling feeling in your left hand. You cautiously remove your glove once again and you had to stifle a scream. Your hand was made of china, exactly like doll you were fixing for…. for… You couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t you remember? You had just been there in…. Wait where were you?
You clutched your head, why were you forgetting things that just happened. ‘Maybe,’ you thought 'I’m just a little dizzy and tired from running so hard for so long.’
You decided to stay under the tree and try and get your breathing even. You looked around the woods to just see darkness surrounding you. Your head was beginning to throb now, along with your China hand. How long had you had that china hand again? As the throbbing became all you could feel, you felt your eye lids beginning to drop. Black spots appeared in your vision and you fought the urge to regurgitate your last meal. As you slipped into unconsciousness, you fought with every bone in your body to remember your Papa. You weren’t going to stop fighting to remember. As you slumped back against the tree, in a restless sleep, the woman you helped into the castle simply smiled. She knew you were strong. With that she disappeared back into the forest, walking back towards the nearest village where you’d arrive the next afternoon, so she could watch her story unfold.

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As the middle image and the kizuna ai imply i’m going to be taking reduced priced traditional commissions. Traditional because i have no working laptop to be able to put my tablet to good use anymore for now… Unfortunately for my cat she had to get two procedures done which ended up amounting to $600 and i still owe about $200, i spent what i had and i still gotta owe that bit. I decided to throw in digital pictures as references up there to show what i can do! more references can be found in my doodles tag and the carillustration button up in my bio. i will be able to do traditional nsfw pieces as well but inquire within. If you’d happen to like to donate, my Ko-Fi link is in my bio! It can be possible to also mail you the finished work so let me know if you’d like that. I will accept payment via paypal. It’s very important i can finish paying this off asap so please consider commissioning me as this is my only way to gather the funds needed as of now. Thank you for reading!

!EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!

Hiya folks, long post incoming, but I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible,

Due to a lot of rough circumstances, I’m in dire need of funds for these next 2 months. Retail day-job hours have all but dried up, and the “dream job” I thought I’d gotten to do design work for a company here in Columbus turned out to be a elaborate sham. (dear Scare Factory: go fuck yourselves)

I banked rather heavily on this new job, but I very suddenly discovered that the position I was promised never existed, and was immediately canned when I attempted to ask any questions. I had been there exactly 1.25 days.

Long story short, I’m now on the brink of losing my apartment here in Columbus and being forced to move back home to Cincinnati. It’ll mean having to find all new retail work, putting all my projects on hold, committing 90% of my belongings to storage (or simply selling them off) and moving away from every friend I’ve made in the last 7 years.

I’m doing all I can to grab as many supplemental retail jobs as it takes, but in order to make the rent and bills in time, I’ll need additional income through freelance work. So:

I’m offering BUY 2 GET 1 FREE on ALL CHARACTER COMMISSIONS from now through October. In addition to the normal hi-res un-watermarked downloads I send you, I will also mail you the original line-work for your pieces at no extra charge. 

******ADDITIONALLY****** I am also selling originals of various old stuff that I’ve posted on here on tumblr for 30 to 50$ each, depending on size. ALMOST everything is for sale (as long as they aren’t Serpent Song related or part of commissions for other people.)

Original sketches will be mailed to you personally, so if there’s a particular one I’ve posted a while ago, like doodles/warmups, past inktober pieces etc., just ask. Chances are, if I’ve posted it in the last year or so, I can find the original drawing laying around.

(Note that the pencil drawings for the Monsterwatch series I recently did are among those up for grabs!)

While the commission slots are wide open, the other misc originals are first-come first-serve, so get ‘em while you can!

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—-As always, Paypal in advance is my preferred method of payment, and any reference materials for character sketches is always appreciated. The best way to communicate is to email me directly at ectart(at)yahoo.com since Tumblr’s message system has goofed up a lot for me in the past.——–

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All of your support has meant the world to me these past few years, and if any of you have ever wanted a custom piece from me, there’s never been a better time. Any support or sharing you can do will be eternally appreciated, and for everyone who is able to help out, I’ll do my best to make sure you get your money’s worth of monsters!


Peace and love, from the bottom of my weird toothy heart,

evan t.

Finding Home (Part 3)

Steve x Reader

Modern Day AU

Summary: US Army Capt Steve Rogers has never had a family of his own, but after receiving a random card while on deployment - he suddenly feels like he has one. Sometimes home can be a place, sometimes it can be a person, and sometimes it’s a place you’ve never been. A story of love, family, and home.

*based on the movie The Christmas Card*

Finding Home MasterList


The next day Steve found himself once again parking his bike in front of Maria’s, he debated with himself for a minute about going in.   The hope of seeing you again pushing him off his bike and into the diner.  As the bell above the door rang, Maria looked up at him with a smile.   He returned the smile with one of his own, making his way to the seat he had sat in before.   He was slightly disappointed when he found it and the ones around it empty.


You spent most of your night trying not to think about the handsome soldier you had met the day before.  Urging your father to hurry, you jumped in his black pickup, waiting impatiently for him to get in beside you.  Maria had texted you telling you the mystery man had come in for breakfast.  Once your father was in the truck you took off, heading to Maria’s as quickly as you could.  You had no idea why you wanted to see him again, but you did.

Steve had looked at his watch for the fifth time.  Last night Maria had been quick to serve him his food, delivering it to him with a small smile.  This morning however, he couldn’t get her attention if he stood on the counter and did a jig.  She had taken his order and given him a smile that suggested she knew something he didn’t and told him it would be a few.  

“Need a refill on your coffee?” Maria’s voice broke into Steve’s thoughts, he nods and scratches the back his neck, an indication of his nervousness at asking her what was causing the delay.

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