#it was the year of drawing dragons in my sketchbook

[mikacolt]

instead of a year in review I'm doing this <3

[chiropteracupola]

A very fine captain, and a finer friend.

[aulerean]

uhhhh yea

[sunnfish]

[ID: a digital page of colored sketches of Mei from Lego Monkie Kid at various angles and expressions, including smiling, excited, and confident. Light dragon shapes decorate the background. “January 7” is written in the top left corner. /End ID]

YEAR OF THE DRAGON HORSE GIRL!!!

[dragonsdendoodles]

One last Enorace kiss before I retire my Eevee sketchbook 🥲

[angeltannis]

5 years in healthcare

[stormears]

Ohhh M Y GOD??@! THE LOLLIPOP D R A G O N !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is eternal! this is life-changing! This is the man I married when I was 6 years old watching the VHS special at my grandparents' house! His name is L O L L I P O P and he's a big, fat walking dragon who cares for children and gives them candy and has three littler dragon friends named Cuddles, Glider and Blue Eyes! He took me on an adventure when I was a little girl and I never forgot about it! I love you Lollipop!

If anyone wants to indulge in a cute fun 1980s cartoon, you can watch one of the Lollipop Dragon specials right on Youtube, it's 30 minutes long. This is the one I had on VHS.

The Lollipop Dragon, a character from the 70's-80's i adore 🍭

[athena-xox]

Ever after high books + links

Link one (most books)

Link two (other books)

The Main Trilogy (& Other Shannon Hale Books)

The Storybook of Legends by Shannon Hale

The Unfairest of Them All by Shannon Hale

A Wonderlandiful World by Shannon Hale

Once Upon a Time by Shannon Hale

The Legend of Shadow High by Shannon Hale

Ever After High School Series

Next Top Villain by Suzanne Selfors

Kiss and Spell by Suzanne Selfors

A Semi Charming Kinda Life by Suzanne Selfors

Fairies Got Talent by Suzanne Selfors

Truth or Hair by Suzanne Selfors

Fairy Tail Ending by Suzanne Selfors

Destiny Do-Over Diary companion books to the school series

General Villainy by Suzanne Selfors

Science & Sorcery by Suzanne Selfors

Hero Training by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Pet

A Princely Present by Suzanne Selfors

Candy Wish Fish by Suzanne Selfors

Trouble with Jackalopes by Suzanne Selfors

Next Top Bird by Suzanne Selfors

Hedgehog’s Hexcellent Adventures by Suzanne Selfors

Horse of a Different Colour by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Twist

When the Clock Strikes Cupid by Lisa Shea

Cerise and the Beast by Lisa Shea

Rosabella and the Three Bears by Perdita Finn

Duchess Lets Down Her Hair by Perdita Finn

The Kitty Mermaid by Perdita Finn

The Secret Diary of

The Secret Diary of Apple White by Heather Alexander

The Secret Diary of Raven Queen by Heather Alexander

Diary of an Evil Queen by Stacia Deutsch

Junior Novels

Dragon Games Stacia Deutsch

Epic Winter by Perdita Finn

Activity books

Yearbook

Royals and Rebels

The Sleepover Spellebration Party Planner by Kirsten Mayer

The Totally Tea-RRIFIC Hat-Tastic Book About YOU

Madeline Hatter’s Guide to Riddlish! A Topsy-Turvy Write-In Book by Elizabelle Castle

The Hat-Tastic Tea Party Planner by Melissa Yu

A Spelltacular Year

Plan Your Destiny

Ever After High Activity Book

Spellbinding Activities

Write Fableous Fairytales

Picture books

Welcome, Baby Dragons by Margaret Green

Let the Dragon Games Begin by Margaret Green

Royally Cool Adventure by Perdita Finn

Meet Crystal Winter by Perdita Finn

Colouring/Sticker books

Thronecoming Reusable Sticker Book by Melissa Yu

A Wonderlandiful Doodle Book by Jeanine Henderson

Draw Dream Create Sketchbook

An Enchanted Pop-Up Sketchbook



Other books

Five Minute Stories by Robert Rudman & Ellie Rose

Class of Classics by Leigh Dragoon & Jessi Sheron

The books that don’t have a link are ones I know exist but I couldn’t find on internet archive/other searching.

If you have any links to these missing books, or books that I don’t have PLEASE lmk. Or if you have higher quality or pdf links (since some of the books are just screenshots of pages that I put together on a doc…)

The last two books in the once upon a twist series don’t exist.. they were cancelled or only a few copies were made (and those who have them aren’t saying anything). But I’m hoping to find them somehow if I have to message perdita finn myself. I believe there are a few chapters up somewhere so I’ll try to compile all that’s available

Any title that is coloured with a link means I don’t have a pdf or full copy yet but I have a preview

Because this is getting so much attention make sure to check my pinned post that has more eah resources!!

There are also diaries that went along with the dolls that you can find on @everafterhigharchive’s page who is also responsible for most of the links here

(Also one of my interconnect libraries has meet Crystal Winter so I’ll upload that onto internet archive + add it on here once it ships)

[planefood]

PIGEON DRAGONS

A silly thing I made based on how I draw dragons in my sketchbooks. Feel free to make your own Pigeon Dragon as long as I get to see it if you do!

Scientific Name: Draco livia domestica

Habitat: Wizard Cities, Forests, Fields

Diet: Omnivorous, Scanvengers

Temperament: Tame

Life Span (Captivity): >100 years

Life Span (Urban): 5-10 years

Once a respected group of familiars to Wizards; Pigeon Dragons are now seen as nothing more than pests in Wizard Cities. They were formally known as Dove Dragons or Domestic Feathered Dragons, now only smaller/lighter coloured dragons are referred to as Dove Dragons. 

Although they can't breathe fire, they will eat lit cigarette butts that cause them to breathe little sparks. These sparks are often enough to set fire to flammable things around Wizard Cities such as the rubbish bins they frequently pilferage. 

Pigeon Dragons reach sexual maturity around 1 year after they hatch, they build nests in the crevices of high buildings and in-between the leaves of giant palm trees in more tropical areas. Laying a clutch of light blue eggs about the size of duck eggs. Mature Dragons in urban areas are often the size of seagulls, sometimes the size of small dogs for older Dragons. While these dragons grow quickly, due to the harsh environment of Wizard Cities they often die before reaching their true size.   Pigeon Dragons are now becoming more popular as pets. Wizards going back to their roots and taking on these dragons as familiars once more. Because of this, huge varieties of breeds now exist for these Fancy Pigeon Dragons. These pet Dragons now live upwards of 100 years and can grow to the size of a bus if they have the space to. It is a badge of honour between Pigeon Dragon owners to own these large Dragons.

[bridenore]

Author rec : The_Sinking_Ship

The_Sinking_Ship is one of my favorite authors. Here are a few recs, listed in alphabetical order.

Chasing Dragons by @the-sinking-ship [98k]

Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece. But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite. Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

Criminal by @the-sinking-ship [83k]

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship [135k]

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals. Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco's chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep. Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.

Finely Drawn Lines by @the-sinking-ship [61k]

Draco doesn’t consider himself an artist (though the dozens of sketchbooks lining his shelves might suggest differently). Yet ever since Potter returned to Hogwarts, accepting a teaching position alongside Draco, his drawings have taken on a rather singular focus. From the curl of his lips to the exact number of lines that form at the corners of his eyes when he laughs, Draco has catalogued every shade of one Harry James Potter between the pages of his sketchbook. So long as Potter remains none the wiser, Draco will have no trouble controlling his crush. But when Potter comes to him with a dangerous proposition, Draco fears things are about to get so much more complicated.

Never Mind the Bollocks  by @the-sinking-ship [118k]

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship [58k]

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend. Now all Draco has to do is convince him.

On Target by @the-sinking-ship [13k]

A charity dunk tank, some sorry excuses for friends, a Slytherin with freakishly good aim, a (mostly) empty locker room, and one very small towel. Because, apparently, everyone is dying to get Harry Potter wet.

Sugar Sweet by @the-sinking-ship [5k]

Draco thinks everyone forgot his birthday. (They didn’t.)

Things We Do by @the-sinking-ship [16k]

Drinking, dancing, and the sorts of decisions made after one too many shots of vodka.

'Tis a Far Better Thing by @the-sinking-ship [37k]

'Tis a far, far better thing doing stuff for other people — or however the Muggle saying goes — because Potter is in need of professional help, and Draco is just the man to give it to him. A Drarry Clueless AU.

The Unspeakable by @the-sinking-ship [24k]

Healer Draco Malfoy took the job at the International Department of Mysteries for the paycheck and the prestige. But what he got was Unspeakable Harry Potter and the most fascinating curse he’d ever seen.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[litfeathers]

Before Hunter's Palisman Observations... Before Lilith's Letter... Before Luz's Diary Entry...

A witch's quill scratches on paper, her eyebrows furrowing in thought as she fills a well-worn book with her thoughts and desires and fears.

She smiles at the yellow bird who is fast asleep on her extra pillow, and with a snap of her fingers extinguishes the light spells that had been illuminating her cozy bedroom.

She sleeps.

She dreams…

She dreams of a strange world. A world without magic. A harsh world of rules, and penance, and fear.

A man stands in front of a bonfire, the glow of the firelight dancing on his wild blond hair. He is surrounded by a screaming crowd, torches and pitchforks and fists waving in the air.

"No," she begs. "No, no, no, no."

She calls his name over the cacophony of violent chanting, her voice muffled by the roar of the growing conflagration.

He turns.

She screams.

Blood. Smoke. Fire. The flash of a knife. It all happens too fast.

He is gone.

...and she wakes up.

Welcome to Evelyn's Journal.

Credits: -The phenomenal cover art was drawn by the absolute legend @bananadramaaa. Thank you so much for your help! -The script and Evelyn's voice were written and recorded by Birdie (that's me!) -It's probably pretty obvious, but this project was directly inspired by the audio recordings a few of TOH's VAs did for one of Dana's charity livestreams. Look them up if you have never heard them. They are fantastic!

The audio and script will also be available at AO3 on (or some time after) Sunday, March 26th. You may find it at litfeathers if you would like to give this project some love over there too!

The complete script can be found under the read more, so you may follow along if you wish.

Grab a snack and get comfy. We have an almost 15 minute runtime! Enjoy! 🔥🪶

Scaburary 10th

I had to cover for Bileadona at work. She never showed up for her shift, and so Goldie and I were forced to make an unexpected trip to Bonesborough.

Extra disappointing, since I was planning to spend the afternoon in the garden with my sketchbook. I wanted to redo my blue jay drawing, as I am not quite satisfied with it.

Ah, well. I’ll draw in the garden tomorrow.

Scaburary 11th

UUUGHHH DAMN RAIN!

Goldie has been moping and staring out the window at the sizzling forest all morning, desperately wishing she could have her early morning flight through the trees. I have given her a handful of seeds to help her feel better. She seems pouty still, but has cheered up slightly. She is currently ordering the seeds from most to least appealing. Heh. This should take her a while.

Only two days are left!

Scaburary 13th

Work, work, work. I couldn’t stop watching the sunlight and shadows slowly move across the library floor and sighing impatiently. Bileadona happened by my cart as I was shelving books, and asked why the calendar at my desk is so strange. I told her it was an old-fashioned solar calendar from the bloodievil period. She didn’t seem to buy it, but didn’t push the subject.

I also made a quick…detour before I went home. Just to say hello to some dear friends. Some very special friends who are going to severely regret their actions from last week.

*evil witch cackle*

As an added bonus, I finally managed to nab one of their…creative drawings of me. It is now proudly displayed on my living room wall, just above the couch. Truly, it is a work of art, and I am humbled by their kindness.

I just hope they find my return offering just as humbling ehehehehe.

I have been getting more and more excited for every visit to the Human Realm. Not that I have been there recently. I most definitely have not. Don’t be absurd.

But anyway. This week has dragged endlessly! I cannot wait for tomorrow.

It’s nice to have a friend.

Scaburary 14th, Human Realm year 1623

Today was nice.

It was a Friday in Human reckoning, so Caleb and I enjoyed the usual supper on a blanket in the snowy woods. I made sure to include dragon bacon sandwiches and deviled griffin stew in the spread, as they are his favorites. And of course, a thermos of hot apple blood to warm us up. It was a marvelous feast!

He looks a bit better lately. His skin is less pale, and the shadows under his eyes are less prominent.

The moment I landed at at our spot, Caleb immediately asked me if I had anything to do with the recent vandalism of the Gravesfield meetinghouse. I plead innocent. He grimly informed me that someone had scribbled all over the siding, and that one of the drawings bore a striking resemblance to Goldie. I expressed my deepest sympathies for the poor soul who would have to clean it up. He further informed me that the words “Evie was here” were scrawled over the front door. I told him that since my given name isn’t Evie, it’s Evelyn, he was clearly looking for another culprit. He grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me dead in the eye, and told me, in the most fed-up of tones, that the drawings could move.

“Huh,” I said. “In that case, it sounds like you might have a witch on your hands. I hear they are pretty tricky to deal with, but seeing as you are such an expert witch hunter, you surely won’t have a problem rooting her out!”

At that he made such a ridiculously frustrated face, I could no longer hold in my laughter. It was the look he gets where his cheeks flush and his nose flares. The red even reached his ears this time! Fantastic.

He gave up at that point. He just sighed deeply and shook his head. But I could tell he was desperately trying to hold back a smile.

While we enjoyed our meal, we got on the topic of weather. After my previous deception, he didn’t quite believe me when I told him that rain boils in the Demon Realm. When I cast an illusion to show him a typical Boiling Isles thunderstorm, his eyes lit up brighter than the sun. As fun as it is to tease and banter with him, I think I vastly prefer those quiet moments between us. When the storm clouds lift from his eyes.

*trails off*

I can tell he’s lonely.

Last week, while we were on our owl watch, he mentioned offhandedly that he hasn’t received a proper hug in years.

I was about to feign ignorance and pretend to not know what a hug is, until I realized that…err. Well, we are two galdorpeas in a pod in that regard, aren’t we?

And no, I did not offer myself up. Because some walls are built for a reason.

Caleb is surrounded by pitchforks and torches and prying eyes.

His village is dangerous.

His brother has been asking more and more…questions.

I know I shouldn’t keep doing this. I know I can’t keep doing this. There is a line, and I am terrified that I am gleefully dancing towards it, and one day I am going to be unable to stop myself from crossing into something…

*deep sigh*

…something I cannot come back from.

I am unwilling to admit this anywhere but here. And this is difficult to write, even if my eyes are the only ones that will ever read it. But…

He scares me.

Hah! How silly is that? We’re the closest of friends. I am a powerful adult witch. And I am scared of him?

It makes no sense. Witch hunter my butt! I trust him completely. He is kind. Sweet, even. No matter how much sass and grumpiness he sprinkles into his words, it is abundantly clear that his heart is made of pure gold. His smile could melt snow. His soft words could tame the wildest slitherbeast. His laugh is pure music.

*embarrassed cough*

So, then. Why the fear? Why have I been finding myself so on edge around him lately? It’s incredibly frustrating.

Words are difficult to get out. My pulse quickens when he sits too close. I can no longer look him in the eye without my face heating up. What else could cause this but fear? It is clearly my body warning me that what I am doing is incredibly foolish.

Or perhaps it’s just the apple blood.

*sighs in frustration, then there is a long moment of silence*

No. I’m not that naive. I know it’s not the apple blood. It’s just that…I’m…

I’m not ready.

I don’t have much more I would like to say on this topic, so I suppose I shall end this entry and tuck myself into bed with a good book. Perhaps Goldie would like for me to read her another story.

Here’s hoping for some nice dreams. Titan willing.

Goodnight.

Scaburary 15th

I had the day off from work. I tried to draw in the garden, but my redo of the blue jay sketch came out even worse than the original. I ended up spending most of my day on the couch, half paying attention to a book I could barely focus on enough to read.

I had dreams last night. Dreams I absolutely refuse to relive by writing them down.

Please. Please, please, please let tonight be better.

Scaburary 16th

Oh, Titan. I hate this.

I have made a decision. A decision I am absolutely miserable to be making.

It’s something I can absolutely not back out on. Something I should have done ages ago.

Something I should have done before I got…attached.

No matter what, this will end in pain. But it must end. Before he is harmed. Or worse. I know what I must do. But it hurts. I have to protect him. This week will be rough. Please wish me luck and courage.

Scaburary 17th My chest hurts. My eyes are sore. Everyone has been giving me space at work. I am sure they can tell something is very wrong, but no one has pried. At least I managed to keep it together until I was halfway home. Be proud of my fortitude.

After I was done being sorry for myself, I got an idea. I am unsure if I will be able to follow through with my plan. But if I can find my courage, perhaps I can at least try.

When we say our goodbyes, I can at least ensure Caleb still has a friend.

I haven’t carved a palisman in years. Not since I made Goldie with Mother and Father. And not since they…

*chokes up for a second*

I don’t even know if I remember how. But there is a grove of healthy palistrom trees in the backyard. And I still have my knife.

I even know what he would want.

Fine. Tomorrow I will start carving.

Scaburary 18th I opened my journal to write, but I have nothing substantial to say. This week has been miserable. I wish it were Friday so I could get this over with. Goldie keeps offering me seeds to cheer me up. I’m sorry, Goldie. I appreciate the gesture, but not everything can be fixed with a tasty seed.

Scaburary 19th I sent Goldie to deliver my final rebus message. I got such an excited response back, I nearly lost it again. He has heard a saw-whet owl in the woods by the fields. He wants to take me out there to listen for it. Sounds lovely. I suppose it’s nice to look forward to one last owl watch. What should I do with the remaining Titan’s blood? Dispose of it? Donate it to a researcher? All I know is that I cannot keep the vials. Lest I be…tempted. I’ll miss the birds. Caleb’s gift is drying on the kitchen table. I wonder what wish he will make.

Scaburary 20th I am surprisingly calm. There is something to be said for allowing yourself to…feel. To let your emotions exist, acknowledge them, let them out. That isn’t typically how I operate, but perhaps it can be advantageous to…sometimes…occasionally…not bury everything? As much as I hate to admit it. I was even able to laugh at Goldie’s antics. She brought home a rattle worm and pretended to feed it to our new scarlet friend. She even feigned offense when he refused her gift by remaining silent and wooden. Silly bird! I don’t know what I would ever do without her. I think I will be fine. Once the dust settles. We will all be fine.

Scaburary 22nd I do not know where to start. It is late evening. I am sitting here in bed, journal in lap, as usual. But Goldie is perched on my shoulder instead of her usual spot on my extra pillow. Because my extra pillow is occupied. It is occupied by a blond human and a small red bird. Oh. He just reached out in his sleep to hug my waist. I suppose I’m trapped now. I’ve never been so happy. I’ve never been so happy, and yet so anxious? I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling or swooning or giggling since last night! How embarrassing. How completely and utterly embarrassing! ...Goldie, I know you are reading this. I can hear you laughing! Quit it! I think I’m still in a bit of shock-GOLDIE THIS IS PRIVATE. I haven’t quite processed any of this-I KNOW YOU CAN FEEL MY EMOTIONS AND HEAR MY THOUGHTS! I DON’T CARE! YOU’RE STILL BEING NOSY. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WERE BOTH SO OBVIOUS? I SAID STOP LAUGHING!!! Fine. You were right. Is that what you wished to hear? Are you happy now, you smug little feather brain? Good. Anyway. Where was I? Everything happened so…fast. The last 24 hours have been absolutely wild. And terrifying. And…intense. But I think I can finally admit something important, even if it’s only here for now. Let’s see if I can manage to actually write it. Goodness, my hand is shaking. Alright. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Here goes… *swoons a little* I’m in love. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams. *snaps fingers, and light spells are extinguished* Sung: You are not alone No matter how far you have flown Together we feel we’re at home In darkness light shines in your bones *As she hums the song fades out*

[stellavesperis]

I was going through my old sketchbook the other day and I found a drawing of this COMPLETELY on crack Silmarillion dream I had a few years ago and I had to share it.

So I was part of a pyramid scheme (bear with me) and I had to sell (discounted) 300$ headphones at the airport for no discernible reason. Obviously, I wasn’t having much luck going up to people and giving my sales pitch to them to buy 300$ headphones at the airport (most likely the price scared them away).

And then from afar I caught the gleam of a helmet going through security. And who should stand there but none other than Túrin Turambar, picking up the dragon-helm on the other side of TSA?

So I started yelling his name across the airport and ran over to him, started giving my sales pitch for my 300$ headphones, going- “well, today is your lucky day! For the low price of-“

And the man just stood there. Gave me the blankest most haunted stare of mistrust I’ve ever seen. And then promptly walked away as fast as he could go.

[takonxmz]

Lunar New Year - 恭喜发财!

this is actually what I submitted for out 2024 xiyao calendar for the month of october! (sorry there is no more to order gjfjdjsj)

and here is what it looks like in my sketchbook (bonus bg puppy)

for clarification: I did not draw the bg! it came free with the program I use 👁👄👁 i did resize it to my liking and recolorize it to blue/yellow/gold but ahh I rly did struggle with the bg jgdjjdhdhshsjd!!!!!

I will post October calendar page for download when the month comes around!

[jumpy-buggy-33]

🌸💫⭐️🪷LMK HEADCANONS🪷⭐️💫🌸

(Had to freaking redo this bc tumblr didn’t save my draft >:[[ )

Redson(Hong Hai’er) Headcanons!!

-loves cats with every fiber of his being

-HATE HATE HATE HATE HATES water!!

-hair turns brown when it’s wet, like fire extinguishing sorta

-touch starved asf bull demon thing(bro has got 320+ years on his ass of absolutely no affectionate touch)

-has a small appetite and the highest alcohol tolerance you will ever see(got both traits from his mother)(he doesn’t drink much though of course)

-loves being pet, please pet him on your way out😼

-loves mechanics/engineering

-if you start even mentioning mechanics/engineering, he will beam at you with stars in his eyes and WILL ramble in DETAIL if you ask them a question about it or how something worked(things like that)

-clingy asf if you even touch them a little

-loves his hair, just hates how bothersome it is sometimes

-has soft/fluffy tail fur/fur/hair(depending on how one would draw him or anything like that)

-will eat the spiciest things on earth like it’s just a pack of mints or tic tacs

-gossips with his mother

-will DEFINITELY ramble if you ask him about an invention he’s working on/making

-acts like he doesn’t care much for people but secretly cares so much that they kinda forget to care about themself a lot

-stays up to atrocious times and STILL managed to wake up every day at 5:25

-has HORRIBLE vision bc the Samadhi Fire damaged their vision badly when they were a child/temporarily blinded them

-doesn’t like having nothing to do+constantly loads themself with things to do, errands to run

-HORRIBLE at parties/formal events

-has a habit of biting his lip when in deep thought or focus

-often tries to handle things themself+doesn’t like asking for help

-flusters easily

MK(Qi Xiaotian) Headcanons!!

-sleeps with his monkey plush at night

-doodles on himself when he’s bored at work

-unmedicated ADHD

-SSSSUUUUUUUUUPEEEERRRRR affectionate(will cuddle anyone who needs it, you need one?)

-LOVESSS pineapple!!

-likes listening to music when he’s drawing or working

-artist+has 17 sketchbooks in a box besides his desk

-always loses arcade games when put up against Mei

-surprisingly a AMAZING cook, sucks at baking tho

-loves playing with people’s hair(sorta like monkey grooming?)

-has binged Monkey Cop 16 times and will never stop

-acts like a little kid whenever he sees people kissing on tv

-has a tendency to try and fix all his problems himself because he doesn’t want to ‘burden’ his friends

-BROKE ASF

-keeps instant noodles in a secret cabinet in his apartment, hiding them from Pigsy

Mei(Long Xiaojiao) Headcanons!!

-knows some mechanics, but often asks Redson for help

-absolute master at video games

-definitely ate bugs as a kid and got sick because of it

-wants a lizard or something but her parents will NOT let her

-often likes to gossip with MK

-super chill about cuddles

-loves eating dragonfruit(though..sometimes she eats it with the skin..)

-has a bunch of trophies in a box from all the races she’s won

-loves pranks

-also sleeps with her dragon plushie

-will make fun of MK or Redson for being fruity even though she’s pretty fruity😼

-steals Redson’s glasses a lot just to entertain herself when he rams into poles or falls trying to get her(or even yelling at walls)

-likes doing Redson’s hair(but he rarely lets her do it)

-knows a whole bunch about bugs(origins, scientific names, etc)

Nezha Headcanons!!

-secretly loves cats

-will make flower crowns for someone if asked

-has known Redson since he was a baby and often talks with him(they gossip together, complain about people, all that)

-sarcasm is definitely his second language

-amazing at making origami

(There’s not a lot for my boy😭🪷)

Monkey King(Sun Wukong) Headcanons!!

-has a habit of talking to himself both from the years he was alone and trapped in the furnace((I can’t remember exactly what happened about the furnace so please bear with me🥲))

-snores loud asf and often scares the monkeys away

-secretly likes singing and sings well, but terrified of doing it in front of people

-often thinks about things he regrets

-a lil touch starved :,)

-smells like peaches

Macaque(Li’uer Mihou) Headcanons!!

-touch starved monkey dude 😢

-flinches whenever someone gets close of his right

-the monkeys on FFM(Flower Fruit Mountain) often like sleeping with him, basically drowning him in monkey

-often summons Rumble or Savage(or both) to talk to(though, they’re not very good company)

-loves mangos

-likes just sitting at a quiet pond at night, its quiet and peaceful and it doesn’t hurt his ears

-his fur is always so soft because the monkeys groom it a lot

Yeah that’s kinda it….FOR NOW-

Anyway have art😼

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @vaamiel  |  AO3: vaamiel

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Interview with Vaamiel

Vaamiel and Dema talk artistic development, childhood anime obsessions (-cough-Naruto-cough), and hoping to see Dorian in DA4

Dema: So, I know you take commissions, but have you done many exchanges before? Any Big Bangs?

Vaamiel: I've done a handful of exchanges over the years, but nothing really substantial. No big bangs either - though I've certainly read enough fics and seen enough art that others have done, haha. I'm sort of just... dipping my toes into the world of fanart for the first time since I was a teenager, so even though I've been drawing for ages, a lot of this is completely new territory for me.

Dema: Oh that is awesome! Welcome to the bang! What led you to return to fanart?

Vaamiel: I think a combination of a couple things: confidence in my own ability plays a big part of it – it's really intimidating to draw characters that I love so much and translating them into my style has always been difficult – but this past year is also the first time I've been really passionate about a game in... well, about a decade, and I think that's led to more experimentation and willingness to stick to learning subject matter that I otherwise struggle with. Mostly, Dragon Age coming back and Baldur's Gate 3 being out at the same time really pushed me back into the world of wanting to participate in fandom from more than the sidelines.

Dema: I really love your work. Artist to artist, how did you develop that confidence and style expression? What has that journey looked like for you?

Vaamiel: Thank you so much! It's funny actually, because the way I draw now has kind of... always been my style? It's just my technique and understanding of fundamentals that has improved. I can look back through my childhood sketchbooks and go, this was for SURE made by the same person, haha. As a kid I was all about anime and comics and games – particularly early gamecube and xbox stuff that relied on very stylized graphics to compensate for the technology. All of those things really saturated my brain and effectively became super tied to my own understanding of art and artistry and how I wanted to make art.

I've tried to emulate other styles or artists' techniques over the years, but (and I think this ties back to why I struggle with fanart) my own voice is so strong in my work that it really took all the joy out of creating. I've learnt over time that my personal art evolution is all about small changes and improvements, rather than trying to force ideas or ability through radical stylistic changes. Basically, I draw what I like and add things here or there as I come across something that I think would fit organically into my own style. That's been things like brushes or expressions or even the way I structure my sketches - all things that are small but can make a big difference in the overall picture. Add to that how my confidence has improved as my actual ability has improved, I think I've really organically grown into being better able to wrangle my style and apply that to fanart, original art, et cetera.

Dema: So now I do have to ask what fanart you were making as a kid and high-schooler? (I was a Sailor Moon kid. Sailor Scouts for ALL the most obscure celestial bodies one can imagine 😂)

Vaamiel: Hah! oh no 😂I was CRAZY about Naruto as a kid - actually, the first fanfiction I ever read was Naruto fanfiction. Then after that it was Homestuck, Inuyasha, Steven Universe, Pokemon, Dragon Age/Mass Effect... not necessarily in that order! I wish I was a Sailor Moon kid to be honest – would be WAY cooler than admitting I was a Naruto kid!

Dema: Inuyasha!!!!

Vaamiel: YES!

Dema: To be fair I am older than you by a pretty big margin LOL, I probably would have been a Naruto kid as well.

Vaamiel: LOL fair enough! It was in just the right time slot on cable when I was about...9 that the 4kids dub formed the foundation of my entire personality from that point onward.

Dema: So cute! Was there a particular moment that got you into Dragon Age fanwork?

Vaamiel: So, for my own work, I think it was the trailer last Dragon Age day and then in… January of this year or so, replaying Origins that had the cup finally spill over and I sat down and started making fanart. It was like my love for the series hit critical mass and with Veilguard coming up, it felt like the perfect time to actually try to make it work, you know? When it comes to appreciating Dragon Age fanart as a fan, it was two creators from tumblr that did it. Crystalvfae did a series of fanart that fundamentally altered my brain chemistry (I still look back on their painting of Morrigan and sigh sometimes - it is SO good). Then I found Spicyshimmy and was never the same. Their Anders/Hawke work is so special and got me into reading fanfiction voraciously in general. It totally reignited my love for reading and was the thing that got me into AO3!

Dema: Is there any specific bit of Veilguard that has you most excited? Or are you mostly avoiding spoilers?

Vaamiel: I am SO all in on all the Veilguard content honestly. I love trying to pick little bits out of the trailers and stills we've gotten so far and make connections to the lore/put together potential plot theories. I think I'm so excited for all of it? Like, I'm just ready to get back into the world of Thedas itself and experience a cool new story. Of course, I do love the graphical upgrade and all the locations we've seen so far and the costuming!! It's really all been exactly what I've been wanting. Also seeing Dorian again. That's probably pretty up there too.

Dema: Yes! Man. I cannot believe how cool Minrathous is. Dorian tried to tell us, but I am still flabbergasted.

Vaamiel: He was right!! All along!!! We really were in a different century.

Dema: As far as the current collaboration process goes, how are you feeling? Are the ideas percolating? Are the sketches sketching?

Vaamiel: Yes! I feel amazing about the partnership I've got!! I've got some scenes that I've got some sketches going for already – as soon as I read my fic I could see exactly where I wanted to take the art. The atmosphere is so good and the writing lends itself perfectly to the kind of pieces that I love to make. I'm really, really excited to be creating for this fic and collaboration!

Dema: I am delighted to hear that, we cannot wait to see what everyone creates!

Vaamiel: That was Very Difficult to be appropriately vague for haha - it really is an absolute delight to be working with my partners and I can't wait to talk about this fic and the art I'm making for it.

Dema: It is soooo hard to ask questions that are not POINTED hahahahaha, as someone on the inside who knows everyone's matches. You get an A+

Vaamiel: Yay!!!! I’m glad I was able to keep things appropriately mysterious 😌

Dema: Thank you so much for taking the time to chat with me today, it has been super fun!

Vaamiel: Absolutely! Thank you so much for hosting this interview and all the work you've put in for this event!! This has been a blast!

[sweet-villain]

Looks and Feels Like A Dream~E.M

Anonymous asked:

Could u do a extremely toe curling mouth foaming eye rolling fluffy fic about Eddie and reader having a baby, like after reader gives birth (And only wayne and Eddie is there because yes) and he just holds the newborn and just staring at them with tears in his eyes and wayne checking up on us and when they start to cry he holds them and keeps saying like "Shh daddy's here now" or when they we're born "Hi baby:)".I love your fics sm about eddie.

@woahlifehitsyahuh @cinemaquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld. @moonchildquinn @haileighboi @ceriseheaven @harringtons-cupid

He never imagined in his life that he would be a father to a little bundle of joy that he's holding in his arms. He rocked the little one in his arms as you soundly slept in the bed, after a long night of giving birth to your baby. Eddie had the biggest smile on his face, dimples out looking down at his child.

" Never seen you this happy, boy besides the day you brought her home" Wayne motions with his head towards you sleeping. Some strands of hair were plastered against your forehead and your head turned to the side with a smile on your face. It's been a long 9 months and long hours of giving birth, you were resting while Eddie was watching the baby.

" They are the best thing to happened to me" Wayne made his way over to stand next to Eddie, overlooking his. shoulder. " You better not to do anything to mess this up."

Eddie shook his head, " not in a million years."

He raises his head as eyes fall on you remembering the day you bumped into him getting to class.

You were holding your notebooks in your arms, eyes on the floor hurrying to class when you rounded the corner bumping into something. Rather someone sending yourself flying to the ground. Your notebook sliding across the floor as you land on your bum, about to say some words to whom you bump into when your eyes meet those brown eyes.

Eddie's breath hitches as the sight of you. He feels like you have a halo above your head, glowing as he gaps at you. You were say something and he didn't seem to hear it as he shook his head.

" I'm sorry what?" you giggled, Eddie swore his heart sped up at that very moment. " I said, my name is Y/N and I'm sorry I bumped into you" his face turns into a smile, dimples out. It was the cutest thing you have ever seen.

" No problem, sweetheart. Names, Eddie" he says getting up from the floor offering his ring clad hand to you to help you up. He feels the softness of your hands helping you up from the floor.

" Where are you off to?" He bends down to grab your notebook seeing on the front of it a hand drawn dragon that spitting out fire. His eyes grew wide as he look at you. " This is so cool, did you draw this?" he asked pointing to the drawing on the front cover. You had taped it to the front of it, cut it out of your sketchbook.

A hint of red appears on your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear, you nod. " Yeah, I draw"

" This is so cool, you're already so cool in my books" he says handing it back to you. Your hand brushed with his feeling goosebumps up your arm. Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with him one more time.

" Let me walk you to class" he says. You were already late since the bell had already rung. " I would love that" Eddie walked besides you to class, casting a look at you once in awhile with that dimple smile.

That day he knew he was already in love.

Looking back down at the little bundle of joy in his arms, his everything along with you, he was happy. He didn't need anything else right now. This was where he was meant to be, he was meant to be a father and was more than happy you were the mother of his child.

" You're thinking way too hard there, boy" Wayne says watching as Eddie kept glancing back at the baby and at you.

" I'm just thinking how I got so lucky" Wayne chuckles motioning with his head towards you again. " Because of her" Eddie nodded that he agreed with Wayne. If you hadn't bumped into him that day then he wouldn't be here right now.

" Hey dork face" your head snapped towards the voice, rolling your eyes once you pin pointed who was calling your name. You slammed the locker shut as Jason Carver headed your way with a smug look on his face. " What do you want, Carver?" he leaned against the locker near yours as he took in your appearance.

" What do you say I take you out this Friday?" your eyebrow raised in question on what brought this one. But Jason had overheard Eddie talking to Gareth about you. He found out that Eddie indexed liked you, more than a friend but that wouldn't happen on Jason's watch.

" No thanks, Carver" he frowned getting off the lockers as he took a step closer. Eddie has been walking down the hall seeing the back of Jason's jacket but as he got nearer he heard your voice. " If I wanted a date, I would of asked a tree. I'm sure it's far more interesting than what you have in your pants."

Eddie couldn't help but snicker hearing what you said to Jason.

Jason glared as he huffed his nose in the air.

" You're going to regret it, dork face" he pushed past you making sure to bump his shoulder into yours as he walked away. You took notice Eddie was watching, waving to him. He took the chance to make his way over to you.

" I'm suppose Carver asked you out?" you nodded, shiver causing Eddie to laugh. It made him happy that you rejected Jason, that mean he had a better chance.

" I'm not really into jerks, only metal heads with a dimple smile, who plays in a band, are a dungeon master and that are the cutest boys in the world" you confessed hoping Eddie would put two and two that you were talking about him.

The color on his face washed off like he had seen a ghost when he heard you. Worry consumed you, nervously biting your lip hoping you hadn't lost your best friend and the boy that you longed for. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes scanned your face seeing the worry casting over in your eyes.

" Sweetheart.." he started to say, blinking a couple of times as he try to register what you had just told him. " Are you saying what I think your saying?" a hint of red appears on your cheeks, brushing a hair behind your ear as you shyly looked away. " Yes, Eddie. It's you. I like you, more than a friend way."

You hadn't seen the smile spread across his face gasping when he took you in his arms, picking you up as he twirled you around in his arms. Classes were already starting but you didn't care, because right now this moment mattered more than anything.

You squealed, giggling as Eddie sat you down and cupped your face with both his hands.

" I like you too, sweetheart. Always had and always will. You mean so much to me" he says. His big brown doe eyes gazing at you lovingly. He never imagined his best friend, you would feel the same way he felt for you.

He finally had you and you were his.

Eddie cooed at the baby in his arms, his child that had been born this morning. He felt his eyes prickle with tears and felt his heart swell up with happiness. Everything felt so right to him, holding his child in his arms. He promised as he walked around your hospital room that he wouldn't be like his father, he would do everything he could in his child's life to be the father this child needed and wanted. He made a promise to you as he looks over to you.

He would promise as soon as you got out of hospital bed and home, with the baby that he would make you his wife. He'd been waiting to ask you since the moment you first walked into the trailer, smiled seeing the cups on the walls and walked into his room telling him you didn't care about the mess and his room felt like home to you.

It did, his room and the trailer had became your safe place from your own home. Eddie became your safe space, your person and he did everything he could to make you happy.

" Eds?" you called out to him one day, watching him hunch over on the floor as he worked on his campaign for the coming two weeks. It was all coming together. You couldn't help it as you watched him with a peak of his tongue out, his hair fanning over his face shielding from his beauty.

" Yeah?" He asked, focusing on scribbling some notes not noticing the way you were looking at him. Your eyes were shining and you had the biggest smile on your face.

" What do you think about having a baby?" his head shot up faster than you could blink at your words. His mouth a gap as he stared at you trying to process the question you asked him. He blinked his eyes not knowing what to say at first. You've been with Eddie for some time now, almost at graduation, being with him through the monsters that crawled through Hawkins and staying over more, basically living with him. Wayne didn't mind. He adored you.

" A baby?" he dropped the pencil from his hands as he fully turned to face you. His eyebrows knitted together as his mind raced with thoughts of having a child with you.

The nibbling on your bottom lips, the hope in your eyes and the way you nervously played with the ring on your finger didn't go unnoticed by him. He saw how nervous you were being about this. Have you been thinking this for awhile?

" What brought this on?" he asked as he crawled towards the bed, siting on the edge with this hand on your thigh. The warmth from his hand spread through you giving you comfort.

You shrugged, " Steve talked to Nancy having his dream of six nuggets, and it got me thinking of wanting to be a mother. Just having a little one running around. You know?" you swallowed the lump in your throat as you nervously continued, " and I want the baby to be ours. A little Munson."

If he didn't love you anymore than he did now, he did now. His heart swelled up at the thought of having a child with you. One day. You wanted him to be the father of your child.

" Sweets.." he shifted closer to you, reaching over for your hands and laced it with his. " I want nothing more than to make you happy, even have a baby with you. But let's wait a bit before that. Okay?"

You sadly nodded, frowning as you looked away feeling some sort of sadness and he noticed the way your mood has changed.

" Sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Just were graduating, and then I want to find a job and-" you stopped him shaking your head.

" I'll wait as you long as we need" you tell him, reassuring him that your okay and that everything would fall in place.

It did. After graduation, Eddie had found a job as a nearby mechanic while you worked at Benny's diner. Benny absolutely adored you that he told that once he was going to retire, the diner would be yours for the taking which you were happy to take. You told the new to Eddie, and he loved the idea of you running it. After a few months of working, coming home to Eddie, moving a few trailers down; not too far from Wayne, you were settling living your life with Eddie.

Then, you found out. You were pregnant and as soon as Eddie walked thought the doors of the trailer his hair tied back, over alls and oiled cover him, he collapsed on the floor from you tackling him. His brown eyes stared up at you with worry and wonder. Hands on your hips, not caring that he was getting your pants dirty.

" What is it, sweetheart? What's wrong?" he asked.

" I'm pregnant, it's really happening Eds" his brown doe eyes widen as he sat up embracing you in his arms with happiness as tears rolled down his eyes. He was going to be father.

He pulled away staring up at you as you cupped his face with happiness.

" We're going to be a family" he nods as he hugs you tight, his head on your chest as you two stayed like that for a while. Eddie didn't care that his back was hurting or that he was crying like a baby. He was happy. He was happy doing this with you. Having this life, with you.

Looking back on it, Eddie was glad you bumped into him that day that he met you. It started something beautiful. His life with you. His love story with you.

" You look like your going to cry again, boy" Wayne says as he sits in his chair. " I'm just happy, the happiest I have ever been" he tells Wayne.

Wayne can tell the look on Eddie's face that he fell in love all over again, having his child in his arms and having this moment. He was happy himself watching how much Eddie needed this.

" you deserved this, boy. I'm happy for you, happy for her too" he looks over to you. Your eyes started to flutter, Eddie handed the little one too Wayne as he rushed to your side. He wanted you to be the first person he saw after you woke up. You had a long night delivering the baby and falling asleep from exhaustion.

" Hi, sweetheart" Eddie says as his face appears in your vision. His brown doe eyes are full of love and happiness as he looks down at you. A smile spreads across your face.

" Hi, Eds" His fingers brush away the hair that stuck to your forehead, leaning down pressing a kiss there. Your heart swells up seeing your little one in the arms of Wayne.

" I hope it wasn't anymore trouble leaving you like that with the baby" you tell Eddie. He shakes his head, " I've got it sweetheart."

Wayne stands up as he makes his way over to you and hands over your child, you take the little one in your arms glancing down hearing them coo at you as brown eyes stare up at you with wonder.

" Hi" your eyes prickle with tears holding your little one, yours and Eddie's little miracle. Eddie sat on the edge of the bed as his arms wrapped around your shoulder and his lips met the side of your head.

" I love you both, so much" you hear him whisper as he watches you hold his child in your arms. You turn your head, smiling and chuckling seeing the tears run down his cheeks and the dimple smile flashing down at the little one.

" We love you too, thank you" his eyes turned to you with his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

" Thank you for what?" He tilted his head.

" For being mine, for everything and for our little one, our miracle" his heart sped up as more tears started to shed down his cheeks.

" No, thank you. Thank you for being the brave telling me how you felt that day, thank you for being my happiness, thank you for being my person and thank you for bringing our miracle into the world" he leans down pressing a kiss onto the baby's head.

His wyes grow wide watching as his child wraps their hand around Eddie's finger, grasping it.

" They are strong little one" he chuckles as you do too, you hadn't even noticed that Wayne took a picture of this moment. His own tears falling down his cheeks as he watches his nephew be the happiest he has ever been.

" Daddy's here now, everything is okay" Eddie cooes down at the baby hearing the little one coo at him.