|—||Tamora Pierce (Trickster’s Choice)|
"Are you sure that’s a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard—I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
having grown up with the HP series, i have said on multiple occasions that i am hermione granger. it’s no coincidence that we’ve never been in the same room, and i too am a magical bossy know-it-all with big hair who’s smart in school.
but now…now it’s OFFICIAL. and here are the pics to prove it~
photos taken/edited by ArtsyRaccoon, it was my first time working with her and she did an AMAZING job and was so sweet, please go check her out ;-;
more photos from this shoot HERE
—And, Captain, make sure the troops are aware that the enemy may disguise themselves as clones to try to trick us.
Great prompt from a late night skypechat with raemanzu and spica-tea :) Rex and Cody as shinies holding out on a forsaken swamp planet for endurance training. A week and a half in, Rex’s roots direly need bleaching and Cody is pretty sure it’s the longest he’s ever gone without a shave.
this is a super beautiful thing and I def needed this in my lifeeeee
The Bond Between Master and Padawan
That’s it that’s their whole friendship
When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
|—||For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)|
You are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know. And you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be.
A few tips everybody should consider. I’ve experienced all those and some more. I’m not good at english but I hope you get it. Go and support some artists out there and let them draw you nice shit. Not as nice as FairyNekoDesu but still will be cool so give them a chance and you’ll be surprised.
All of these things.
Especially the deadline. If you don’t have a deadline thats way in advanced it’s not gonna get done by then. I am almost always taking on a ton of projects at once and sometimes need a break from it to: work on stuff for me, work on stuff for friends, search for jobs, be the work slave of parents, actually relax and try to relief stress, technical difficulties, researching on how to do stuff, ect.
Sometimes it’s done in a day. Sometimes it’s done literally a year later. But I always update the people I work with so they know I haven’t forgotten.
Do NOT rush your commissioner. Let them work at their pace and it will be worth it. Rushing them insures a rush job which will very likely make the quality decline.
All this is true. Also, ref sheets are the most important thing ever. I can’t stress that enough. They make the job A LOT easier (instead of having to compare 10 different pics between each other and see that everything fits, you just look at 1!!) If you plan in commissioning your character a lot, or even if its not yours (like from an anime or something) Either commission one or look for ref sheets of the show (because there are!).
Also i strongly suggest not using Instant Messaging. Information can be lost pretty easily there and it’s hard to come back to it. Use emails instead. The info stays there, and it’s easy to search for it. It’s also an excellent way to keep track of the descriptions, so if either the client or artist made a mistake, you can see the email threads and see who’s right straight away.
also pushy clients LOVE instant messaging. Pls no.
This post is really nice! :D
giveaway gift for glendaleigh!
bofur and fili! ahh i’ve missed drawing dwarves..! i hope you like it c:
imo if parents dont respect their kids then they dont deserve respect from their kids. im tired of people thinking that its normal for parents to treat their children like property or like they dont have feelings. im tired of people thinking that overprotective parents arent harmful. treat your children like people because thats what they ARE
AU where Thom survived Lioness Rampant:
He leaves Court for many years, back to Trebond and the City of the Gods to hide away and heal, build his magic up pure violet again. Even when he’s well again, he rarely stays more than a few nights in Corus - too many memories.
He does visit Pirate’s Swoop, though. Alanna is startled to hear him laugh with baby Liam (why name her firstborn after her brother when he’s already there?) She isn’t sure he’s laughed that freely since they were children themselves.
Alanna is hesitant, at first, about bring Arram - er, Numair - to Trebond, because no one knows better than her that it’s impossible to predict how mages will get along. They’re much worse than cats. At first her fears seem confirmed; both men are far too used to being the most powerful mage in the room, and it’s hard to imagine a tenser, more stilted conversation. Then Numair longingly mentions a rare book he wishes he’d never left in Carthak, and Thom’s eyes light up as he practically drags the other mage into what used to Lord Alan’s library, since much-expanded. Half an hour later, Alanna wanders off to find more food; neither man notices.
Over the years, Numair and Thom alternate between week-long magic!nerd sessions where they lock themselves in the library and occasionally remember to eat and months of haughtily refusing to speak to one another, generally over the disputation of some esoteric principle of transmogrification. There is no middle ground.
One time they both got drunk and changed the northern coastline
a little a lotenough that it took them three (sober) weeks to figure out how to reverse it.
Thom doesn’t like to get involved in the affairs of the kingdom. Of course he participates in wars - as if he’s going to let Alanna go into battle without backup! - but otherwise, he stays home. He never loses his drive to be famous though, to be the best, so he turns his magic to inventing. That lives on beyond his lifetime, and gives him to change to show off his cleverness. The globes at Carthak University that light when you clap aren’t his, but they give him the idea for automatic scrying mirrors, which can be used even the Giftless. Just breath on the surface and say the name of the person you wish to contact, and their own mirror (they have to have one with the same spell) will light up and grow warm to alert them. Smaller mirrors only do voice, not image, but suddenly Tortall has something that looks a lot like the modern cell phone.
George is the only one who works harder than Thom at finding Aly. They go to the Copper Isles together, and when Kyprioth turns up, Thom nearly blasts him.
I’ll just leave you with a mental image of the best thing we never got: Thom and Alanna back to back; her in golden armor, sword slicing through the surrounding enemies; him in a black robe, hands raised, firing amethyst lighting bolts; both surrounded by a nimbus of purple fire, matching orange hair almost ablaze with it.