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And what is it I’ve just finished? Arram Draper, ten years old and a very young student at the School for Mages at the University of Carthak, has a nearly fatal accident at the imperial games, only to be rescued by a beginning gladiator. It is the start of an eventful year at the university, when he meets two new friends, Ozorne, an imperial prince, and Varice, a northerner. All three are advanced students who share a love of fun, wit, animals, and magic. Their studies take them through lessons with strange magics, plague duties, attendance at imperial festivities, suspicious deaths, and the perils of growing up. Readers of other Tortall books will meet familiar characters with new guises, while new readers will not need to have read previous books to understand the life of an awkward, shy, gentle, goofy, tremendously talented young man with a knack for making truly vicious enemies.
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We spend the rest of the afternoon
lounging around Auston’s apartment. Alex and Breyana are hanging onto their
brother’s every word, knowing they will be leaving him tomorrow and not knowing
the next time they will be able to come up and see him. I feel a bit of guilt
for having him to myself so much, especially the last few days.
I find myself staring at Auston
several times, taking in his laugh and how he interacts with his sisters and
parents. My phone buzzes with an email around dinner time, I open the email and
see it’s from the professor for the university, my stomach plummets and it must
show on my face because I feel a hand on my knee and the warmth that spreads
throughout me tells me it’s Auston’s.
“You okay?” He asks softly, the
rest of his family distracted by Mrs. Matthews ordering them around in the
I give him a tight smile and nod
once, he doesn’t buy it but he doesn’t push the issue. I excuse myself and step
out onto the balcony to read the email.
hope to hear from you in the next 24 hours about your decision. Please know
that everyone here at the University is at your disposal if you have any
questions or concerns. We think that you would be a fantastic addition here and
eagerly await your answer.
It’s signed by the professor I met
with and even though the entire email is three sentences long it weights as
much as a dictionary. I let out a long sigh and place my phone back in my
pocket, resting my hands on the railing and leaning against it. The stars aren’t
out yet and I desperately wish they were. I hear the slider open behind me and
I turn, not ready to have company but it’s just Auston holding out a sweatshirt
to me and I realize I came out here with just my t-shirt on. I eye it warily,
looking for a certain logo on the front and he seems to know what I’m looking
“It’s my USA one, Y/N,” he huffs at
me, though there’s an amused expression on his face. “It won’t bite you.”
I give in and take the sweatshirt from
him, giving him a small smile and his face falls, seeing that I’m upset. Though
he seems to know that I wish to be alone because he slowly slides the door
closed again. I hold the hoodie out in front of me and see the familiar USA
logo, I turn it around see the name Matthews
sprawled across the back. I stare at it a moment before pulling it on, it
fits surprisingly well and I realize it must be an older one. I inhale deeply,
thankful that I’m facing away from the apartment because I can feel several pairs
of eyes on me.
A strange sense of comfort falls
over me and I hug my arms around myself, swimming in Auston’s scent. I again
marvel at the fact that he was able to comfort me without saying more than a
few words to me or touching me.
I give myself a few more moments to
compose myself before walking back inside, not wanting Mrs. Matthews to once
again think that I’m upset.
asks me about the message and I don’t offer to tell. I take my seat at the
table across from Auston and feel his foot nudge mine, I nudge it back before
moving my knee so it’s against his calf. I feel my face heat up from the simple
touch and I hide my smile by shoving a pile of food into my mouth.
next to me and she quickly engages me in conversation and for the first time
since my meeting, I feel myself completely relax, surrounded by people that I
care so much about and I realize that no matter what I decide tomorrow, they
will always support me. Dinner drags on, Mrs. Matthews really going all out for
our last night in Toronto and by the time we get to dessert my pants are
unbuttoned and a crane is going to have to come and pick me up.
at my bracelet and twist my wrist so that a shower of sparkles rains down on
the table. I eye the charms closely again, and a memory from my first night in
Toronto comes rushing back. I remember grinning across the restaurant table at
Auston and telling him that I have a week to find him a thank you present. I
purse my lips and twist again, watching the sparkles, an idea forming in my
glance up at the clock on the wall that reads 7:26. I still have plenty of time. I nudge Alex and start whispering in
her ear my plan, she listens closely and I can feel Auston’s eyes on us. She
nods eagerly and glances at the clock as well.
can Y/N and I borrow the SUV? There’s one last thing we want to pick up before tomorrow,”
Alex asks, and Mr. Matthews looks up from his plate to nod at her.
he says and goes right back to his food.
Matthews studies Alex and me for a moment, both of us giving her big smiles and
she rolls her eyes. Auston keeps trying to catch my eye and I purposefully keep
my eyes down to my plate. He nudges my leg with his impatiently and still I
avoid looking at him, a smile playing on my lips.
Alex?” I ask, seeing her finish her last bite. She nods and we both stand
from the table. I finally look at Auston, but his eyes are trained on my waist
and I quickly reached down and buttoned my pants, grateful that no one else had
noticed. A smirk plays on Auston’s mouth as he trails his eyes back up to mine
and I give him my best disapproving look.
be too long,” Mrs. Matthews calls as Alex and I pull on our coats and shoes.
still feel the heated stare from Auston and I think back to three days ago when
he bent over in that custom suit and nearly made me combust. I eye my shoes for
a moment and consider the jeans I’m wearing, too tight but who cares. I drag my
boots on and bend over to lace them up, cause you know, you can’t squat and tie
my time and when I’m done, Alex opens the door for me, I take a quick peek over
my shoulder and meet the blazing glare of two brown eyes. I smile to myself and
saunter out of the room, Alex right behind me.
you sure he will like it?” I ask Alex for the twentieth time, holding the small
object in my palm.
the last time, Y/N, you could give him a bag of grapes and he would be ecstatic,”
Alex says impatiently back, tapping her fingers on the glass showcase.
just saying that,” I mumble back to her but place the object back on the glass
and slide it over to the lady who had been helping me. “I’ll take it,” I tell
her and whisk out my credit card.
Alex breathes and I send her a glare.
exit the small little shop Alex loops her arm around mine. “I’m sad to be
leaving,” she says to me, her eyes traveling up and down the brightly lit
as well and can’t help but feel a little warmth in my heart, it’s a huge city
but it hasn’t felt that way at all this past week. It feels comfortable, like I
had lived here my whole life. Again I start asking myself the same questions I
was earlier; could I see myself walking
up and down these streets for the next two years? Could I see myself being a
regular at the little coffee shop on the corner?
me look in silence and again I’m reminded so much of Auston. Never once this
week has anything felt forced between us, and nearly everything we’ve said and
done has been a mutual thing, much to my surprise. I feel my heart twinge a
little bit and smile at the ground as I walk. I then think about this
afternoon, on the steps and my face turns to fire, my stomach clenching and a
roll of warmth engulfing my body.
Earth to Y/N?” Alex snaps her fingers in front of my face and I realize we made
it back to the SUV.
thinking about him,” I blurt out without thinking and I Alex gives me a funny
say you were thinking about anyone…” she says slowly and then understanding
flashes across her face and I curse at myself. “Who were you thinking about
Y/N?” She teases, a knowing smile that I want to wipe off forms on her face and
up,” I snap and quickly climb into the passenger seat, leaving Alex howling
with laughter on the sidewalk.
arrive back at Auston’s a little later than we had planned, Alex and I had
gotten distracted by an ice cream store even though we were both stuffed and
freezing. Mr. and Mrs. Matthews had already gone to bed and Breyana was in the
shower. Auston was in the chair in the living room again and Alex asked to use
his shower so she didn’t have to wait for Breyana. I looked around awkwardly as
Alex grabbed her things, there was literally nowhere for me to go hide.
kept his gaze on the T.V. as Alex walked down the hall to his room but as soon
as he heard the door click shut behind her and the water turn on in his
bathroom, he was out of the chair and on me in less than a second. I gasped and
tried to take a step back but only met the kitchen counter. Auston stopped just
short of his lips meeting mine and stared down at me, my breathing already out
of control and my eyes on his mouth.
placed his hands on the counter on either side of me, effectively giving me no
help you?” I ask sarcastically, annoyed at him for not kissing me.
breathed in deeply before replying, my eyes still on his mouth when he spoke.
you can help me actually. I need you to stop making me think things that no man
should think of when he is within ten feet of his mother,” he snaps at me, his
eyes nearly black and I shiver.
know what you’re talking about. I was over here minding my own business,” I
shake my head and cross my arms, causing me to brush against his chest.
“Don’t think I did’t notice your little show earlier,” he whispers and again leans towards me, his head angled towards my
neck and my eyes immediately close on their own accord. But he never touches
me. I blink open again and see him smirking down at me and I feel a little
frustration building up inside me already.
are you doing?” I ask a bit breathlessly.
not touching you,” he replies and I scowl.
well aware of that,” I snap.
fact, I’m not going to touch you until you ask me to,” Auston breathes and my
heart feels like it’s going to implode out my chest.
I ask dumbly, my mind refusing to work with his proximity.
when I said payback is a bitch?” He says, his breath tickling my face.
to act indifferent, shrugging my shoulders and breaking my gaze from his mouth
to look over his shoulder.
break eventually,” I say confidently, though I am the very opposite of
confident right now.
laughs down at me, his face an inch from mine. “I think you underestimate me,”
he mutters and I narrow my eyes at him.
underestimate me,” I whisper back and take a step forward, he steps with me and
I see his eyes dart down to my mouth and back again. I smirk at him and take
another step, this time moving around him so I can escape into the living room,
putting a bit more swing into my hips that I usually do.
appears out of the bathroom right when I make it over to my bags in the corner.
yours, Y/N,” she says and busies herself at the mirror, towel drying her hair.
first night in many, I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow. Even with
the three siblings laughing and talking and the lights still on. However, it doesn’t
last long within a few hours I blink awake. Alex and Breyana are passed out on
the pull out, I had brought my pillow and blanket to where I had spent last night.
phone rests on the stand beside me and when I slide the screen open I see
a notification from snapchat, someone wants to be my friend. I smile to myself
as I hit the accept/add back button. I glance at the time and see it’s one in
the morning, I only slept for three hours. Story
of my life.
the familiar buzz of my phone in the hand and I know who it’s going to be.
Do u ever sleep a full night?
Auston’s name glares up at
me and I roll my eyes.
You’re one to talk. You have a game
Touché. Come in here.
Um I think I’m okay out here.
Just come in here, I cant sleep.
Sounds like your own problem.
Get ur ass in here.
Against my better judgement,
I stand and wrap my blanket around me tightly. Padding down the hallway to Auston’s
door, I slip in quickly and shut the door as softly as possible. I glance over
my shoulder into the room and Auston is laying under the covers of his bed, his
eyes on me.
do listen,” he says softly and I slowly step closer, feeling a bit awkward
I reply, keeping my eyes away from his bare chest.
are you up?” He asks, raising himself on his elbows and moving over to one side
of the bed.
the now open spot warily, not moving. “I would have thought that you realized
by now that I don’t exactly sleep a whole lot,” I say.
but you slept what? Three hours last night?”
squints his eyes at me in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you have slept one of
the past 48 hours and you still look that good?”
and roll my eyes, “Oh shut up,” I mutter and finally climb up onto his bed,
keeping my blanket tight around me as I criss-cross my legs again and face him.
it,” he frowns at me. “Why are you so stiff?”
I mean, I’m in your room… on your bed… what else would you except,” I mumble at
him and focus my gaze on my lap.
not going to pounce on you!” Auston laughs. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m
not touching you until you ask me to.”
him for a moment and then turn my attention onto his window, the curtains are
open and I can just barely see the faint specs of light in the sky.
lied. You aren’t tense because of me,” he says softly and I cut my eyes back to
him briefly. “It’s everything else, isn’t it?”
say anything for several minutes, and neither does he. He watches me and I
stare out the window.
know, I don’t even own a telescope? I asked for one for Christmas every year
since I was fourteen, but there was certain one I wanted and my parents didn’t
think I needed it because we had my dad’s. But I always wanted my own… see my
own world,” I say softly, not even sure it was loud enough for him to hear. “And
now I’m being offered a hundred different telescopes.”
none of them are your own,” Auston finishes for me, his voice just a whisper.
my eyes back to his, tears welling behind them. Why do I always cry now?
another word, Auston sits up and throws his covers back, scooting over to me
and pulling me down to him. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, laying on
my side. Auston curls a hand behind my back, rubbing it gently, his other hand
slowly stokes my hair as I weep silently into his neck.
thought you weren’t going to touch me?” I ask after a few moments, wiping at my
exceptions to every rule,” he whispers back to me. I take in his words and
snuggle myself closer to him, in return he reaches down and grabs the covers he
threw off himself and covers us both, wrapping his arms even tighter around me.
the only person I’m not tense around anymore, Auston,” I say softly.
only response is to press his lips to my forehead.
Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or a stutter in her heartbeat.
Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.
Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence.
the past few months have been tiring and i have, quite often, felt like i was tied up by my own feelings and thoughts. i still do, but a little bit less. this ink drawing was made during those weird days, when i felt like i was tangled by my own senses and suffocated by the outside world. the start of this year has been a little hectic but now i feel like i have a lot of things to look forward in 2017, and i hope you do too!
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