We’ve Heard So Much About This… Romance On Set. This Bromance, If You Will.

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There are 5 volumes of, Poses for Artists, and a book of my sketches for various, non-pose related projects called, Incomplete Thoughts.

“So. You are my gift.”

“I am, Your Grace.” The Lady murmured, head bowed. Her hands were chained in front of her, and she could see the dangling shadow of the key as the Queen let it swing loosely from her fingers.

“And you are okay with your Father giving you away like this?” The monarch’s voice was probing, questioning. The Lady shifted her weight, and bobbed her head.

“Where I come from, women are the property of men. Belonging first to their father, and then to their husband.”

It was the truth she was accustomed to. Her voice was as flat and unfeeling as iron, cold as a corpse. She resented the life she’d been born into - resented being nothing more than property. Hardly more than chattle.

Warm fingers gently tilted her chin up, and she found herself eye to eye with the Queen.

For as calm as her voice had been, her eyes reflected the opposite. Rage simmered beneath them - and yet the Lady felt no fear as she faced that anger.

“I am no man.” The Queen stated.

The Lady was quick to reply. “But in your Kingdom, women can hold property, can they not?”

“They can,” the Queen agreed, releasing her grip on the other. “But people are not property.”

“So what will you do with me?”

The movement was so quick that the Lady hardly registered it. Within the blink of an eye, her shackles were gone. She stared at the chains as they slid to the floor.

Her head whipped up in shock at the Queen’s voice.

“I will free you.”

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I need your support

Hi, lovely people, I’m Mako, your friendly disabled agender neighbor. I’ve been quiet lately, and not present much on here. I did put out some art, which I’m really happy about because I’m not in a situation that encourages creativity. And the situation is what I want to talk to you about. Basically, I was kicked out. I’m not getting into details, because it hurts and it’s personal, but the tl;dr is that I was living with one of my parents after finishing uni, while I was job hunting and trying to grow a small art business online with commissions. Unfortunately, although the money helped a lot, right now commissions aren’t enough to support me at the rate I’m receiving them. 

At the same time, I was still job hunting, but as some of you may know, I have a physical disability, I can’t really walk and I can’t stand at all for more than a few minutes, so you can imagine that the “classic” young people jobs like waiter, barista and cashier aren’t really suited for me. But despite that, I still applied for jobs that will basically destroy me because of my chronic pain, and that’s because I don’t have any other option. 

I don’t have a home anymore. Right now, I’m living with my other parent but it’s temporary, because they are living with their spouse and it’s not their house, it’s their spouse’s so I can’t stay for long. Today, I’m leaving the house after about three weeks of being able to live there. I’m not really sure where I’m gonna go. I’m going to my other parent’s place to pick up some stuff, and then I’ll see where I end up. 

As you can imagine, it’s not the best situation at all. You know where this is going, but the little twist is that I can’t accept donations. Not only for my, admittedly stupid, dignity, but because the employment center is checking the money I’m getting and it’s illegal to get donations this way in France. 

So here I am, sincerely asking. If you like my stories, if you like my art. If I ever brought you good feelings, emotional times, joy and distraction from the world, if only for a moment. If you’ve ever commented on one of my stories with the nicest words I’ve ever received (really, thank you so much. Some days, your tags and comments are the only thing keeping me going). If you’ve ever cared about me, a bunch of pixels and words on the other side of the world. If you’d like to help out a disabled person, for your own peace of mind, to feel better, I’m not judging, far from it. Then please, consider helping. Please.

I take art commissions, in the Naruto/comics style, I do photorealistic portraits you can gift to family and friends or even to yourself. I do reimagining of Tarot cards with your OC or fanart.

I do writing commissions, drabbles or longer fics, from a number of fandoms and ships.

I have a wishlist, with supplies to grow my art business, a couple of books, and some “survival” stuff in case I end up in my car.

If all the above are too expensive for your budget but you can still spare a few bucks, I have a ko-fi, where for two (2) ko-fi you can get a short drabble or a character sketch of your choice. Nothing as refined as commissions, but still.

And if you can’t afford to help (trust me, I’m the last one to judge), please share this around, send it to people who might want to help me, or who would be interested in an art or fic commission. I would be truly grateful. Thank you for reading, and for reblogging. I wish you well, and for the world to be kinder to you than it has been to me.

Loki,on the verge of death: This is it…the end of the li–

Me: Do you remember me signing a permission slip for you to die? CAUSE I F-ING DON’T!

Adam:”On a scale from “Dang Daniel” and “Fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?”

Crowley:”In between “It’s an avocado, thanks” and “How did you defeat Captain America” but as a solid answer i would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger” What about you Pepper?”

Pepper:”Probably “Road work ahead?”

Aziraphale:”I speak many languages and this is none of them”

Tony killed 2014 Thanos. That timeline just no longer has to deal with him. That means infinity war and endgame can’t even happen there. So Tony didn’t just save his timeline but that one as well. Loki, Heimdall, vision, Natasha, and even Tony. They’re all alive in that timeline. Can you imagine? A timeline where almost everyone is alive and Thanos is already dead. And it’s all thanks to Tony. Our Tony died so everyone else in his timeline and almost everyone, including himself, in another timeline could live.

A lil powerpoint of book recs!!!

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