Date Your Local Necromancer. When You’re Feeling Down, They’ll Help Raise Your Spirits.

me trying to relate every single piece of music i listen to to my favorite character/pairing

— robert frost

to whom it may concern: live on.

V.E. Schwab’s advice on creating memorable characters.

hitch your heart to one small thing

UNTIL DAWN: The Blackwood Files by @nyxrising

WIP COVER AESTHETICS: BLACK

In order of appearance—cheat [ya fantasy], howl [ya dystopia], grave mercy [adult fantasy], wicked [adult dystopia], boneyard [na paranormal], deadman society [ya paranormal].

Excerpts: x , n/a , x , x , x , x .

✨WIN AN ANIMATED CHARACTER DRAWING!! ✨ 

Hey guys, decided to do a follower giveaway to welcome the new year! Wanted to say a HUGE thank you to all of you for sticking with me and my various fandom and OC obsessions. I wish I could draw stuff for every single one of you! 

Giveaway Rules:

Reblog this to participate. Multiple reblogs count, but try not to spam!

Must be following me (new follows welcome!)

Ends January 1st. Winner must respond within 2 days!

The animation will be relatively simple, like the above examples—no complex fight scenes or run cycles etc.

Drop me a message if you have any questions! Thanks again, and good luck!

I finally get to post a preview for my piece for @inkedfairytales

I got assigned to 1001 Nights and even though they encouraged us to think about of the box, I admit you’ve got to squint to recognize mine. I came up with a post-cannon type thing. It involves a hut in the desert, a mute character, a really tall jinn and human sacrifices. (I had to cycle through 5 ideas before settling, everybody else’s ideas are so good!)

This zine was so fun to be apart of and filled with so many fantastic pieces! I’m so hyped to see how everything turns out!

Extract:

“It’s not a good story to tell, little mouse.”

Almost as if to apologize, Ra picked up the book again and started reading. Ra had a way of forming words, his voice deep and mellow, blending with the turn of the page. Ebbing and flowing, the story drifted around him like dragging notes. Ra looked over the top of the cover as he read.

“I was a king once,” Ra didn’t say it like it was a story. He said it like a memory, bittersweet on the tongue. “They used to come to me. I’ve helped raise a city out of the sand. I’ve known the feeling of bringing armies victory. I’ve known the maddening years of darkness, waiting, seconds turning to centuries in darkness.”

Thoughts melted away as a familiar warmth settled over him, radiating from Ra like the afternoon sun. It felt like smoke coiled in his mind, slowed down and sluggish. Bo’s eyelids raised and lowered. He watched with dull entrancement as the colored shadows cast by the hanging lanterns first glittered and spun then morphed and arched into dancing figures that twirled and skipped across their walls, moving in tandem with Ra’s story. Bo’s eyes sagged then fogged. In the state in between sleeping and waking, his vision blurred, he saw Ra’s skin darken then shift. What are you?

Something fell then shattered.

The new chapter is amazing 💙