#oct 2017

[lin-archive]

[rwby-heritageposts]

Certified RWBY heritage post

What.

[prayforleonardo]

[cactuslester]

if dnp don’t upload today i need everyone to stay calm and trust that spooky week is still coming bc spooky week has historically started as late as oct 27 sometimes

[nateneedssleep]

@rehamjarrah is an English teacher and a kind, charismatic person who lives in Gaza with her family and has been displaced to Rafah. She is hoping to raise funds to evacuate her family safely across the border.

Her GoFundMe has been vetted by Strawberry Seeds; she's number 20 on their spreadsheet -

[aghastro]

Two characters I developed for a wizard-themed OCT years ago. That's an "Original Character Tournament" For the uninformed! A collaborative comic-making game where you have your characters fight and advance a story. (there are non-battle versions, but that's besides the point)

I never finished my audition comic, but these two remain. I ran into them in my old notes a few days ago and thought I'd share them somewhere, finally

This is all their old concept art, and some stuff about em. I'm too lazy to fix the signatures on these to my modern username so don't worry about that.

Whellik is an Odd girl and only child of a wicked enchantress. (Whether by adoption or by birth, it's unclear.)

They are both deeply paranoid people. They live together in a floating fortress, their only companions being sentinels made with the enchantress' own magic.

The enchantress is obsessed with gaining eternal life- Or rather, she's obsessed with getting one over on hypothetical enemies that may want her dead. She refuses to be killed, because being killed means losing, being lesser, and has tasked her meek, obedient daughter with an important mission to harvest the magic necessary to become unkillable.

Whellik is not a strong person, mentally or physically. Should the tournament have gone forward with her in it, my idea was that her first "win" would've been by complete chance; an environmental accident, the other wizard's spell backfiring, etc. Once a sorcerer was effectively "fallen" the lantern would be used to remove all of their power-- a very painful and deeply unnatural process for both parties.

She really doesn't like doing this. But what choice does she have?

Let Mother down?

Despite having zero contact with her mother once leaving the fortress, she continues to criticize Whellik's every decision. Each cruel, self-depreciating feeling in her mind is narrated in her mother's voice. She begins to see distorted apparitions with her mothers face, but mistakes them for long-distance, magical communications of some sort.

They would've become more aggressive and tangible to her as the tournament- and her violent magical theft- progressed.

I wish I went thru with the competition! It would've been fun to adapt to what powers Whellik would've gotten with each traumatic victory. It would've also been.... interesting...... to ask people if I could permanently remove their oc's magic forever. (It's commonly a rule in these things to ask your opponent first if you can kill their character- I feel like Magic Death would be similarly grave)

I had some ideas in my mind about the true nature of the lantern that I have tucked away on the chance I end up finding a new OCT that she could be reworked into. Who knows! "Why not a standalone story?" She's narratively designed to be a springboard for other characters- Most of the fun for me was going to be working with what my opponents had going for them! It's not impossible though.

Here's more pictures of her shithead mother

Woman Who Sucks. Incredibly fun to draw, though.

[freddycartr]

you know what really bothers me is that macmillian audio chose two white narrators to narrate nova and adrian in the renegade trilogy, two people of color. both rebecca soler and dan bittner are white. while i get that marissa meyer has probably a personal connection with soler (and soler does an amazing job with every book that she reads), but it’s really not that hard to pick two people of color narrators. like anne yatco, has narrated anime characters and is an actress or rebecca wang who is a voice actors. both are filipino-american voice actors. and then for adrian, brandon rubin who is jesper fahey’s voice in six of crows, and does an amazing job. or they could have had multiple narrators for the lunar chronicles including natalie naudus as cinder, ewan chung as kai, kamran r. khan for wolf, or gabrielle union for winter.

[thepersonalwords]

The smaller the item of gratitude, the purer is the connection to our heart.

H.L. Balcomb, Cinderella In Focus: "Curiosity is the doorway to our personal possibility!" 2nd Edition coming Oct. 31, 2017

[amethystsoda]

Jesus, a middle eastern unmarried dude in his 30’s, born to a mom who wasn’t yet married: love everyone A white evangelical with a gun and a bible: wait, what was that? Defend my rights??

[sherbetlemonss]

@fenroweek2023 Day 3: best canon interaction!!

Didn’t really have any ideas so this is just a screenshot redraw!! Tried to do more with it tho :]

Image I redrew ->

[cheylouwho]

The queue on the archive is FINALLY (after two weeks) back down to 200 so I can reload another month

[sicaism]

jessica for 10+star magazine, october 2017 issue

[ink--theory]

6 years

[umseb]

📷 💬 @.vetteleclerc / twitter

[thepastisapebbleinmyshoe]

I am dressed, in imperfections and flaws. Naked, I am in love with every scar, that represents my strength.

Bathed in vulnerability, I sensed a gentle shift, inviting me in from the rain. A familiar presence, lays beside me as I sleep.

I let go of the touch, that stained my skin, and tore apart my mind. Rising from, the depths of, her impure attachment.

He wears the chains, that shackle him to her. It’s an exhausting tug of war, so violating and sacrilegious, he is her own mirror image.

In my journey to self-love, I let go of him and, the woman I never was. Dressed in my insecurities, she tried desperately, to attach herself to me.

Through the prodigal son, she praises in public spaces, while privately scolding, all who refuse to submit, to her transactional love of, vitriol and self-hatred.

Feverishly, they work, to align an image, that neither glistens, nor shines.

I stood there all alone, as they took turns, shaming me into silence. Ours was a marriage, of two souls intertwined.

With all that I had left, a few boxes of personal belongings, and the clothes on my back. I stepped aside, and left him, with the woman he craved, who wasn’t his wife.

Mother Knows Best

[ahappydnp]

missing my friend dan doing his quiet chill little liveshows from his phone