Nanowrimo!!

✨WIN AN ANIMATED CHARACTER DRAWING!! ✨ 

Hey guys, decided to do a follower giveaway to welcome the new year! Wanted to say a HUGE thank you to all of you for sticking with me and my various fandom and OC obsessions. I wish I could draw stuff for every single one of you! 

Giveaway Rules:

Reblog this to participate. Multiple reblogs count, but try not to spam!

Must be following me (new follows welcome!)

Ends January 1st. Winner must respond within 2 days!

The animation will be relatively simple, like the above examples—no complex fight scenes or run cycles etc.

Drop me a message if you have any questions! Thanks again, and good luck!

behind the scenes with Gemma Arterton for Harper’s Bazaar UK (January 2020) [x]

look, im just a slut for some magical exhaustion okay give me your whumpees overusing their magic and having physical repercussions from it, bloody noses, unable to stand, getting progressively weaker, utterly exhausted and spent !! 

bonus points:  if they know they are running low on magic but they have no choice but to keep using more until they just collapse

bonus bonus points: if their magic is somehow connected to their life force!!

I can't unsee it

I finally get to post a preview for my piece for @inkedfairytales

I got assigned to 1001 Nights and even though they encouraged us to think about of the box, I admit you’ve got to squint to recognize mine. I came up with a post-cannon type thing. It involves a hut in the desert, a mute character, a really tall jinn and human sacrifices. (I had to cycle through 5 ideas before settling, everybody else’s ideas are so good!)

This zine was so fun to be apart of and filled with so many fantastic pieces! I’m so hyped to see how everything turns out!

Extract:

“It’s not a good story to tell, little mouse.”

Almost as if to apologize, Ra picked up the book again and started reading. Ra had a way of forming words, his voice deep and mellow, blending with the turn of the page. Ebbing and flowing, the story drifted around him like dragging notes. Ra looked over the top of the cover as he read.

“I was a king once,” Ra didn’t say it like it was a story. He said it like a memory, bittersweet on the tongue. “They used to come to me. I’ve helped raise a city out of the sand. I’ve known the feeling of bringing armies victory. I’ve known the maddening years of darkness, waiting, seconds turning to centuries in darkness.”

Thoughts melted away as a familiar warmth settled over him, radiating from Ra like the afternoon sun. It felt like smoke coiled in his mind, slowed down and sluggish. Bo’s eyelids raised and lowered. He watched with dull entrancement as the colored shadows cast by the hanging lanterns first glittered and spun then morphed and arched into dancing figures that twirled and skipped across their walls, moving in tandem with Ra’s story. Bo’s eyes sagged then fogged. In the state in between sleeping and waking, his vision blurred, he saw Ra’s skin darken then shift. What are you?

Something fell then shattered.

"What, you still don't know?

That boy has rank and power second only to the queen"

"he said you were so beautiful it made him shudder"

“I was fundamentally wrong. Right from the start. And so…I have to set it right”

a quick little doodle I did for my fic while procrastinating. It's about Grimm Reaper!Haru (writing omnipresent characters is my new fav thing)

give it a read if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15660843

I almost had it all again.