then again it is a copy

Happy release and birthday to the author of this amazing collection!

Bunny Bunny
crowned princess
must learn
that those who smile
will play this hateful game

- lovers become predators

A short collection of poems that touch on finding yourself between the spaces of toxic people and emotionally abusive lovers.

I ordered my copy already so I definitely recommend picking yourself up one! If you absolutely can’t wait for shipping or are just a big kindle fan here’s the ebook link!

A Hero’s Death - Steve Harrington

[A/N: A request from this prompt list, I decided that prompt list requests will almost definitely be short ficlets as I don’t want to burn myself out with too many longer fics!]

Prompt - ‘I love you, please don’t go.’

Originally posted by madeiainepetsch

Electricity crackled in the sky and shadows formed overhead, the wind whipped at your hair causing stray hairs to catch against your eyelashes. Steve stood out in the open road, his baseball bat hung in one hand and Dustin’s cap in the other.

‘Steve!’ You called out but he didn’t acknowledge you.

Together you were stood at the proverbial gates of Hell. At the end of the road wherein Hawkins should meet the rest of Indiana, there was instead a hole. Perhaps hole wasn’t the right term to use for the fleshy, pulsating wall that stood before you.

‘I can’t leave him in there, Y/N!’ Steve shouted over the roar of thunder that clapped in the sky. 

‘I’m not saying leave him!’ You screamed. ‘We’ll get him out Steve, just not like this!’

Steve’s head spun around to face you, ferocity shone in his eyes, a loyalty to his friend, his comrade, his brother in arms. He took four large steps over to you until you were toe to toe. The baseball bat fell from his hands, it landed with a wooden clatter against the gravel floor. 

‘Y/N,’ he said your name sternly, ‘I’m going in there and I’m getting Dustin back, that’s final.’ 

He shifted his body slightly as he looked down at the cap in his hand, he clenched at it once and huffed through his nose before shoving it into his jacket pocket.  

In this close of a proximity you could study his face, his cheeks were covered in soot and his eyes were lined with clean circles from where his goggles had previously rested. A large scratch mapped its way down his cheek, an old scar from past battles, it had almost faded completely now in the months that had passed, a rogue tear followed its path.

Instinctively you raised your hand to wipe the tear from his face and any more that followed. You hadn’t realised that you were also crying until Steve copied your actions. His strong hands cupped at your jaw and he rested his forehead against yours. 

‘Please don’t go, Steve.’ You whispered, although you knew your words were futile.

‘I’ll be back.’ He promised, kneeling to retrieve the nail-studded baseball bat from the floor. 

‘I love you.’ You hiccuped through breathless sobs. 

At your words Steve smiled, a brilliant Steve Harrington smile. He stood to his full height before he swooped and placed a chaste kiss against your lips.

‘I expect you to tell me that again when I’m back.’ He whispered against your mouth. 

In a matter of seconds he had backed away from your trembling body and had pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose. You watched on hopelessly as he secured his goggles against his face and without another word he span around on the spot and made his way into the Upside Down. 

animediac  asked:

hello! i was going back through your fhq story book, and was wondering; if you ever opened an (online) store, would you consider printing it as a bound book? your art is amazing (the colours are BRILLIANT) and i think it would be a cool thing!

heyo! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed TTDK! I’ve had a couple of requests for a hard copy/zine of the whole comic, but in retrospect I realized I did the whole thing in RGB. not CMYK… so the colors prolly won’t print right, and I don’t think I’ll have the time to redo each page for CMYK. :< 

I hope somebody organizes a fantasy HQ zine again. I’d apply in a heartbeat if there was… this time equipped with the knowledge on properly preparing artwork for print, lol.

Text Update: 10/19/17

I worked through the paranoia, depression and overall shitty feelings/thoughts I have been dealing with since last night. Spent all day reorganizing the list of monsters and attacks in the game. Just have to reassign attacks, re-stat the monsters since adding in multiple weaknesses (FML have to do this again), and then copy/paste it back into Steam Rpg Maker 2003. Using two different programs helps a lot. 

List of stuff to do before next bug fix:

-Remake Elemental Alignment Book to showcase the new resistances/weaknesses. (New pages need to be drawn/written. It will take time to fix this. I might leave it as text prompts until the new pages are done.)

-Redraw several sprites that are too big. (Too many to count. Need to stop doing this shit to myself.)

-Make new animations for some attacks that were just copy pasted due to time constraints. (Trying not to push myself too much with limiting time. It will get done when it gets done, else I will probably stress out again.)

-Make sure the new puzzle in the theatre works before shipping the demo out. (I swear if this fucking thing breaks again I quit.)

-Add in a second phase to a boss. (This changes the game slightly, guys. Get ready for a new element and a very angry Red Text Dude. Also requires a new cutscene and overworld sprite. Yaaaaaay.)

-Add in some new enemy types. (For those who like to explore and sniff out secrets.)

-Possibly add in more secrets or cameos from the list (Depends if I feel it is necessary for a bug fix to include more content like this.)

-Add in a possible store of items in the old zones to help those who are struggling with item usage. Also readjust credit/item drops for monsters in areas where Zacharie is not present. (Some people have been struggling with this due to enemies being too hard and not dropping enough items. It will be fixed.)



now she stole the entire plot of how my original character met the group (which is throughout the first chapter) so it would be a very long post to show both of our writing (or my writing, just changed a bit) in it’s entirety. so instead, here are the parts that she just copied and pasted (and the parts changed by one word) underlined or surrounded in red (or black). 

i’ll put screen caps from her chapters first, then mine. she has a pink icon, i have a blue one.

(sry i forgot to surround this but here she just took almost the entire paragraph lol- update: she had this part in her intro which she later deleted, but left everything else after this.)

sorry this is long. it may seem I’m going a little crazy about this but it fucking sucks to see people take credit for your work. i put so much time into my writing and for someone to just take it and claim it as their own is so shitty. i love my work– even if it’s years old. it’s still my work. i can still look at it and say “i made that” and be proud. for someone to try and take that away from me is just disgusting.

anonymous asked:

Okay, I have a predicament. I'm trying to duplicate an eye and then flip it for the other side of the face. I know how to duplicate it (just ctrl+c and then paste it) but then when I try to flip it (even though when it's pasted it's on a different layer) it flips the image instead of the part I have selected. This happens even when I'm in transformation. Is there a way to copy/duplicate and eye and then flip it so I don't have to draw it again?

On the layer it pasted it on, go to the top of the program: Layer>Rotate>Flip Horizontally/Vertically.


I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.

I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.

Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:

1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.

2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house. 

3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well. 

It is only about two statements that I saw go by: 

1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing. 

2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.

Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.

It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously. 

Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.

So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.


There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers. 

BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half. 

Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing. 

I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy. 

Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.

This, my friends, is a real world consequence.

This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.

Hold that thought. 

I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.

Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.

The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.

And we sold out of the first printing in two days.

Two days.

I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.

Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.

That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out. 

The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’

That’s my long piracy story. 


Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…


We all have such different voices and we all add something that the other person can’t. Like [Camila] can’t do Normani and Ally’s whistle notes, Dinah has such an amazing vibrato, Lauren’s really good at putting in like a kind of soulful tone. Everybody knows that they have something so important to contribute


Who’s birthday is it?!! It’s KEITH’S!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEEF, I LOVE YOU

I also wrote a suuuuper sappy fic about that ring ^ down below!!


And now for the fluff :’)

Keith wakes to see a star outside of his window.

It’s a brilliant blue, dazzling and bright, and he’s immediately reminded of the mesmerizing color of Lance’s eyes, like the deep sea.

He rolls over and flings an arm out, expecting to come into contact with an entanglement of limbs and exposed wires, but all he grasps is air. Confused and still half asleep, he cracks open a dark violet eye and releases a wounded huff when he realizes that the other half of the bed is empty, its occupant long gone.

His heart makes a strange leap up into his throat but he shakes it off, pushing the paranoid thoughts away before they can nag at him. Lance probably left to get a system checkup. He does that, sometimes, in the early morning before all the hustle and bustle of the day’s plans crowd in.

Rest is under the cut!!

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