#rough copy

[dailyhomestarfacts]

Fact 151:

In sbemail rough copy, while Strong Sad is writing in the small notebook, no words are visible on the pages he flips over despite us seeing him write on them

[mintchao]

Day 1 of drawing Fukua everyday until i got Shadow Puppet

Today's Fukua :Rough Copy

[nesquik-arccheron]

I’ve had a productive writing day, I’m excited to finish this chapter, yay. ☺️

Cassian couldn’t resist taking in the scent of her hair as she leaned against him, the fresh perfume of her shampoo mingling in with the fragrant flowers surrounding them, “No, Nesta, people are people, no matter what title they hold.”

He could feel her hands curl into the material of his casual leathers, and there was no doubt her nails would leave imprints in the expensive material. Cassian placed his hand over hers, rubbing small circles into the soft skin of her hand, the motion relaxing the tense muscles, allowing him to intertwine their fingers, “And there are just some desires that are universal, and you are no different. Do not feel ashamed of how you feel when those choices are taken from you.”

Cassian's chest tightened as they finally locked eyes through a veil of thick lashes, the shock of the dispirited look in her eyes almost made him stumble, “As true as those words maybe,” she said, squeezing his hand to find her ground. He didn’t miss the flicker from his lips back to his eyes as she spoke. Those expressive eyes that were such a stark contrast to the carefully constructed mask she presented. They always gave her away, and he did not think even she realized it. “My ability to fulfill those desires is an impossible feat.”

[dreamlessprodigy]

Book extract

Here’s an extract from my novel that me and my wifey are working on, it’s still in the process of being edited so this extract is a very rough copy: 

Titania had followed his map as far as the greenery that surrounded the city’s walls. He then lost his map in a huge gust of wind and used his own intuition to guide himself the rest of the way. It took a little longer than he expected, and he arrived in Neihelen in the late afternoon, but alas, he was there. He knew that walking into the middle of an elven city with bright red hair was a recipe for disaster. Slipping his hood up over his head, Titania took his first steps into the unknown. It had been years since the teen had been in any sort of city, he had completely forgotten how busy they were. To Titania, cities were one big, loud, anxiety inducing mess of people pushing passed one another. Though Neihelen’s rumours of how beautiful a city it was reached Titania’s ears, the lad wasn’t that impressed. The houses were a flashy display to show off the elves’ wealth and he could definitely hear an argument breaking out between a dwarf and another elf.  “Hospitality my ass…” Titania muttered under his breath as he ventured deeper into the city. He wanted to find an inn to stay in whilst he figured everything out with his mission. Jun was sat on Titania’s shoulder, proudly looking around at the crowds of people. Titania, however, wasn’t too proud as he walked through a labyrinth of opulent buildings that led into the centre of the city. And it was market day. He tried to cover his face the best he could and with every direction Titania turned, he walked into someone else. Compared to the elves, Titania was tiny and therefore, a lot of people weren’t paying that much attention to him. There wasn’t a single moment when the mage could take a breather from it all: he could see the docks as ships pulled up and were greeted by the elves, there were different merchants running by, yelling about why they should buy from them and not their fellow competition, he could hear alchemists chanting spells as they sat at the docks with their drinks, and Titania could see a group of young teenagers giggling to themselves. So overall, cities were a lump of mayhem and Neihelen was no different. He had to stumble out of the way as a carriage whirled passed him pulling haystacks and that was when he had enough. He just wanted to find an inn, and he couldn’t seem to even see the buildings anymore because of the crowds of people. He decided the best course of action would be to ask a merchant. Titania pushed passed a few people and approached a cheese stall. He cleared his throat and began to speak.  “Hello, sorry, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction to-”  “He’s a dragon slayer! Look at his hair!”

[fruitqueen8]

cards

Luck: "who wants to know what kind of card they are?"

Patton: (squeals) "ME!"

Logan: "this sounds relatively intriguing tell me Luck what do you mean?"

Luck: (smiles) "simple what role would you play in a deck of cards? for example I know Patt is bubbly and sweet I can easily rule out diamonds because Patt doesn't care about wealth, I can rule out Spades because he doesn't care for smarts, and good health isn't something he worries himself with unless it's someone else so he is obviously Hearts and I think he's a jack because he leads but he isn't top not like you and Roman"

Logan: "hmm interesting alright what about me?"

Luck: (pauses) "Spades off the top of my head you care about smarts more then anything else but I would position you as a Queen because a Queen is a leader but not one that plays a huge role that isn't to say your not important but it's more to say your role leads the lower but every now and again you need someone to lead you a king would trust you just like any of the other cards"

Logan: (nods slowly but more surely) "I don't completely agree but I understand your point what about Virgil?"

Luck: (pulls out a Ace of Spades) "I think he's an Ace because he's not one to worry about someone's health and he does care which is why i pick a Ace of spade it's one of the most beautiful and detailed cards in the deck just like Virgil it has it's secrets and it's smarts but at the same time Virgil could fit many other cards but i'll leave it there"

Virgil: (smirks) "aw, thanks Lucky I love how you see me as a really cool Ace of spades"

Luck: (rolls eyes) "gee Virge I wasn't trying to put you down"

Roman: (suddenly appears) "let's forget Panic! at the everywhere for now what am I?"

Luck: (smiles)"your..."

Virgil: (interrupts) "a jester cause your a joke"

Roman: (dramatic gasp)"Virgil! I am wounded! why would you say that"

Luck: (sighs) "maybe this was a bad idea..."

Roman: (whirls around) "no! I wanna know what I am"

Deceit: (suddenly appears) "he's a king of Diamonds right?"

Luck: (pauses) "yeah... how'd you know?"

Deceit: (shrugs) "Lucky guess now what am I"

Luck: (thinks about it) "maybe a ten of clubs? because you care about everyone's well being as well as your own?"

Deceit: (pauses) "can't argue with that what about you?"

Luck: "...um I just remembered I have to clean my room" (quickly leaves)

Logan: "that was odd..."

Thomas: "what was odd?"

Everyone: "NOTHING!" (quickly leave the room)

Thomas: "welp guess this card game was a bust" (throws deck away and leaves)

Luck: (comes back and picks it up) "remember guys no matter the card you are who you are" (smiles and walks away)

[electricarmchair]

Rough copy of "WHALE" for Inktober

[berryblack-sh]

"Thanks, Cartman. It... it's like some kind of magic." "These are just stars, Jew. Just stars. But..." "But?..." "...a little bit of magic, yeah."

the dialogue of Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski from the rough copy of my kyman fanfic I’m writing now. You can also see it in my reblog with the illustration right down.

[hudazavery]

Saturday Night Sunday Morning

Don’t date the Saturday night guy

The guy who pushes you to wear that skimpy silver dress

The guy who pushes a red cup into your hands because you “look weird standing around without a drink”

Don’t date the Saturday night guy

He gets lost in a group of chatter and cheers and chugging

Leaving you alone at the party he invited you to

Letting you vanish into the crowd, dissipate from his life as quickly as he chugs that next drink

He doesn’t care about tomorrow

As long as tomorrow doesn’t come, he isn’t worried about it

Or even worried about you 

Don’t date the Saturday night guy

Date the Sunday morning

The guy who will be the calm after a storm

The guy who will be with you once all the guests have been long gone

The guy who traces the constellations of freckles across your cheek

Memorized the valleys of your hips and dips of your collar bones

He knows you better than you know yourself

Date the Sunday morning guy

He puts his shirt over your small frame

You’re lost in his shirt, like you’re hiding in blankets

But he says you’ve never looked better

He lets you walk around in his comfy shirt

Instead of a silver dress you don’t like

He hands you a tray of breakfast

Instead of a red cup with bitter liquid sploshing around

Date the Sunday morning guy

He’s way better to wake up next to anyways