scribbles to novels


@hooded-and-cloaked that, my friend, is Eli Vanto. He is a character in the new Thrawn novel, an utterly delightul and longsuffering Imperial cinnamon roll, our first confirmed certified country boy complete with twangy drawl, and Thrawn is his biggest fan.

We have zero physical description of him in the book, so everyone is just doing their own take on him and what he looks like. This is mine. <3

fanofmanythings  asked:

106 for stony!!!!

106- You believe me, don’t you? 

 (ok, so I tried to write fluff for this, because I do so much angst. I apologize for the result, and the length of time i took to answer this, thanks for the request!)

It was Bruce who carried Tony in, just scooped up in his arms. Steve looked up from where he was sitting and sketching on the couch, in a fear which turned to confusion as he noticed that he was apparently fully conscious and unharmed, which turned to concern as he realized that he was giggling, and- trying to pet Bruce’s hair?

“Tony?” he spoke cautiously, “are you alright?”

He was expecting a sarcastic reply, a ‘no, I died when I realized I had to work with you’ perhaps or  if he was hurt a ‘of course, Steve, I always go around with [insert injury here]’ What he was not expecting was for Tony to turn his head to look at him, as though noticing for the first time that he was in the room and to open his eyes wide, as if seeing him for the first time.

“Captain America!” He poked Bruce several times in the arm. “Look, it’s Captain America. I love that guy.”

The biologist rolled his eyes before looking at Steve who was now convinced that Tony had gone insane. “We got hit by some sort of gas” explained Bruce. “Didn’t affect the big guy, but Tony- he got hit by it badly. Combination some kind of laughing gas thing and a truth serum concoction.” Steve could almost see the pain from using such inaccurate terms radiating from the doctor. I’m going to take him down to the lab and analyze exactly what it was.”

However it looked like Tony disagreed with that statement, as he pushed himself out of Bruce’s arms before half tumbling half falling onto the couch next to Steve, staring up at him with big brown eyes.

“Hi, Steve. You look pretty today.”

In spite of himself, Steve felt his heart miss a beat for a moment before he answered. “Hey, Tony. I think you may be a little, uh, high right now. You should probably go with Bruce so you can figure it out.”

“I don’t want to go with Bruce.” Tony pouted and Steve had to hide a smile as he continued. “I want to stay here with you. I like you, Steve.” He smiled before adding quickly, “I mean, I do like you, Bruce, huge fan of everything you do. But you’re not blond.” He laughed. “And Steve, is very very blond. He’s also big. And has blue eyes, did you know he had blue eyes? I really like his blue eyes.” He turned back to Steve who’s mouth was quickly snapping shut.

“Tony, maybe you should come with me, and then talk to Steve afterwards allright? You’re a little, well, drugged right now, and perhaps we-”

“You don’t believe that I’m telling the truth?” Tony gave him a hurt look. He turned back to Steve. “You believe me, don’t you? You know that you have beautiful blue eyes. You know that I like you.” Completely ignoring Steve’s astonished expression and the way his heart had started racing he reached over and grabbed Steve’s sketchbook, looking at the picture he had been drawing.

“This is Iron Man!” He looked back up at Steve, full of adoration, “You drew a me!”

Blood rushed to his face and Steve had uncomfortable feeling that he might actually be blushing.

“Well, I draw a lot of the avengers, I mean, the suit is very aesthetic, and-”

But now Tony was flipping through the rest of it.

“You drew more mes!” He looked up from the sketchbook. “They’re good mes, you make me look good!”

“Well you do look good.” He said it without thinking, Tony’s instant rambling honesty bringing out his own. “I like drawing you.”

Tony’s eyes grew even wider and he set down the sketchpad. “You-you like drawing me?”

Bruce cleared his throat. “As much as I enjoy seeing you two finally talk about the feelings the rest of us know you have, I think I should probably take Tony down so he can perhaps talk about this when he has a bit more control.”

He came over, and picked Tony up who seemed to have trouble walking, and brought him down, with some light protesting, to the lab.

Tony found Steve three hours later after the gas had worn off.
“So, you like drawing me?”

“Like I said, I do draw all the avengers-”

“That’s not what I asked.” A trademark smirk creeped up across his face. “I said I liked you, and you said you liked drawing me. I don’t go back on what I say even if I do say it under some form of weird gas that makes you feel light and bubbly.”

“Well, I mean….” Steve tried to articulate his feelings and failed miserably.

“Steve? I’ve already done the awkward part of stating my feelings, and I’m not about to spend another half hour of awkwardness now.”  The captain opened his mouth to point out that he was the only one who actually had to feel the awkwardness at the time but shut it quickly as Tony continued. “So will you go out with me? I promise, this is me asking. No weird laughing gas involved.”

Steve smiled. “Yes, Tony. I like drawing you. And I would love to go out with you.

And if a small “fucking finally” was heard from where Bruce was standing, where they thought was out of earshot, the two ignored it.

A DISTANT SOIL on sale at Amazon

I cannot beat these prices, so I am pointing it this sale out to you. I know lots of people love to buy direct from creators, but these are creator owned books.  I get paid whether you buy from me or from Amazon. And I cannot offer them to you at a lower price than this. If you have Amazon Prime, you get free shipping, too.

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Casa de Lava is a 1994 film by Portuguese filmmaker Pedro Costa. 35 years old at the time, he traveled to the islands of Cape Verde in the Atlantic Ocean to shoot this second feature. During the course of the production preparation, he compiled what he saw, what he read, his many ideas and images into a scrapbook instead of a screenplay. Paintings, movie stills, letters, newspaper articles, scribbles, quotes from novels, postcards, lines of dialogue, snapshots that guided him throughout the shooting of the film and that he continued – and finished – after returning to Lisboa. Casa de Lava, his second feature, shot on the Island of Fogo in Cabo Verde, was shown in Cannes, Un Certain Regard, in 1994. His other feature films include Ossos, In Vanda’s Room and Where Does Your Hidden Smile Lie?, on the work of Danièle Huillet and Jean-Marie Straub.

( Edie Sedgwick, par là )


“A Novel” by Noel Fielding; from Scribblings of a Madcap Shambleton:

“  Kim dragged the huge Chinese shark up three flights of stairs into the Egyptian Palace. It was still breathing as he smashed its head in with a Chelsea Boot.
 “Typical of you.” Jason Barked. “Your voice is a racing car.”
“Yum yum times.” Kim mumbled laughing to himself and turning away.
“That’s a hammerhead shark.” Said Jason, hitting the hammerhead with a hammer. The bones inside the thick rubber skin started to break into small pieces until the shark became a long grey bag full of junk balls. Boney puzzle pieces sloshing around inside the blue sleeping bag with fins. The eyes were still working and shifted in their sockets from my face to Jason’s as if watching an exciting tennis match. The shark didn’t exist and neither did I nor Jason.  “

tremordragon  asked:

How about NaLu and #6 for the kiss meme thing?

#6 - I’m sorry kiss

I still can’t seem to grasp the concept of a max word limit jfc

They’d had a fight that morning.

It hadn’t been their first fight – they argued over little thing all the time – but it had definitely been their first blow-up fight. They’d made each other so angry that she’d stormed into their bedroom and began scribbling down ideas for her novel and Natsu had gone for a walk in the pouring rain.

But that had been three hours ago and he still wasn’t back.

Lucy stared down at the papers on her desk, littered with angry ink blots and scratched out phrases.

They hadn’t even been fighting about anything serious, which was the kicker. Most of their arguments came down to money, sex, or family-related business. But this had been something different entirely and they’d blown it out of proportion like stupid kids.

It was both their faults, she knew.

Her eyes stung and she rubbed her nose before crumpling up the papers and tossing them into the trash. She usually liked to write when she was upset but now she just wasn’t in the mood for it…

The only thing on her mind was Natsu. He hadn’t come home yet and she felt sick with worry.

But, as if he’d known, their bedroom door was kicked open second later and he stood in their doorway. Lucy turned on a surprised gasp, rubbing her eyes, and then gawked at him. He was soaking wet from the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he stared at her with equal parts anxiety and hesitation – like he wanted to touch her but didn’t know if he should.

Lucy didn’t wait to see what he’d do.

She stood and pushed her chair back. “Natsu, I’m sorry – ”

And then he was in front of her, grabbing her face and kissing her. Though his hands were rough, his lips were warm and soft. They sipped her skin, tasting her, whispering his apologies into her mouth with a fervency that he couldn’t explain with words. Water dripped from his hair onto her face, cold to his warm, and Lucy found herself silently crying.

He tasted like rain and familiar hot spices, a weird combination. But a good one.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, pulling away. He rested his forehead against hers, his hands falling from her cheeks to her shoulders where he squeezed. “I’m real sorry, Lucy. I was a jerk.”

Lucy only shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I was a jerk, too,” she whispered. “Can we…start over?”

Natsu hugged her tight, nodding.

And by the end of the day, the two couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about.