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Wanted to get Ookawa Keito up here, because if you're basing your world off primarily eastern/Japanese mythology, you can't just leave out the Kitsune.

(Background image is not mine)

A master post of Thomas Romain’s art tutorials.

There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 

Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!

Redraw of a double page spread I did in my sketchbook.

Meet Djalu/Neferatemu of the Tirratzlikhan and his little desert adder familiar! A Dnd character in a growing list of characters I hope to play one day.

I had a lot of fun thinking about the culture of the Tirraztlikhan, a desert village supposedly blessed with immunity from a particularly mischevious and often malevolent God. Specifically the naming conventions, as each person usually has at least three.

The first name is received upon birth, and is endowed by the druid/wiseperson. Djalu's childhood name was Neha, a name that is continually used throughout adulthood to refer exclusively to the person as a child.

During childhood, he picked up the personal family name of Xhochi, something name that functions a bit more like a nickname exclusively for close family and loved ones throughout his lifetime. You have to know him really, really well to be able to use this name.

At his coming of age ceremony though, Neha got to choose a new name for himself, and settled on Djalu. A name generally used informally between casual acquaintances and friends.

In becoming a druid though, Djalu was also gifted a formal druid name: Neferatemu, which he pretty much only uses in formal contexts or when he's throwing his weight around as a druid.

And of course, finally, there is his spirit name. A name only known by Djalu and higher powers, and used exclusively by the Gods in addressing Djalu during communion or ceremonies.

Decided to fuck around instead of doing my work so have some quick sketches of a Fantasy Martin from my Swan Lake AU thingy.

I made something

Bruh at this point in the year I’m so burnt out my mind is tugging on my shirt and with such innocent childlike eyes asking me oh so politely with little shining puppy dog eyes if we can ‘pretty please go home now?’ And m8 I do not have the capacity to say no no matter how much shit I’m behind on.

Yes, the next chapter of Blood Born will be coming out at some point. Yes I am aware that it has been almost three months and yes I know nobody asked but I felt like I owed y’all an explanation anyway…

"Don't you think I know that?!" Lance shouted, angry tears welling thick in his eyes, "Do you really think, that after all this time I'd be so thick as to think they actually care about me?!"

"Because, I just can't." He growled, it made him startle for a moment, the sheer malice in his voice almost animalistic, "Believe me if I could come back I would, but right now I just can't, and you need to leave before I do something I'll regret."

“No Jon, I’m sure you needn’t worry about that,” Jon blinked back fog as his silent reply, down at the papers and employee records and things he shouldn’t have being pushed aside and sorted through on his boss’s desk: a birth certificate; school records and accompanying information; medical forms he would have forgotten about if he didn’t recognize his name and relevant professional diagnoses and disability grants, “I was actually considering a transfer for you.”

hmmm... can you tell i'm an angst writer? ψ'(._. )'>

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He chokes out something about needing to talk, manages to get in that it involves both Sam and the thing that killed Mom, and hangs up so forcefully he nearly tosses the phone to the ground

At the very least, it had to be more fae- fae that wouldn’t be so kind to him as the Archivist.

Gertrude may think that she alone bore the burden of doing what must be done, but Jonah had shouldered that responsibility long before she was born, much as his Archivist may like to forget it.

As much as I would love to say something like “kudos are just as good” or “Count your blessings, every kudos is someone who loves and appreciates your work” I feel this more than I could ever preach that.

Srsly, comment on your favourite fics, let the author know that someone sees their hard work and appreciates it.

Let them know their work made you feel something, anything at all.

Don’t be silent, or your favourite authors will be.

Yo look who's fucking back!!