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Oh my, thank you so much!! This drawing is beautiful. You have captured him so well, he looks exactly as I imagined him. The colour scheme is lovely, those gold and green shades fit the aesthetic I had in mind. And since his last name is Sun, ‘golden boy’ is perfect! ^^. Thanks so much again for using your time and art to make this. 

A golden boy for @everywriterneedsfanart!

musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

For Paco, who fights without knowing what for 

Waterwegen [2/7] [1/7]  [3/7]  [4/7]

This one is for space-explorer Xio, by @morrigans-ink-0124. I hope I got her right!

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My battery is low... 

Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'

To no response.

She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.

Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.

She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.

...and it's getting dark

What kind of author are you; the “I write a lot of conversation” kind of author or the “I can’t help to put too much description”. 

This is fun, because I always write stories with a lot of POV's. So:

Elementary: Tungsten, Silver, Phosphore, Tin and Zinc.

Waterways: Alba, Paco, Mikel, Josephe, Kalliope and Imanol.

hey, guys! do me a favor! reblog this post and tell me the name of the main character for the wip you’re currently working on!

I have ephita! These small rodent-like creatures (except for their beak) have the ability to read the desires of other nearby creatures. That’s how they sense hungry predators! 

I have fjordans! They are somewhat like horses, but thinner and longer, with scales on their bellies and instead of manes. They can run incredibly fast! The little ‘wings’ on their legs help them decrease speed dramatically within seconds. Their nickname ‘cliffdiver’ stems from the fact that wild fjordans can be seen sprinting towards cliff endings. They will stop at the last moment, making it look like they are intending to jump.

 I have wren! I have mooncats (spoiler alert: they are nothing like cats)! I have coulags and sentri!  

I think the world needs more fantasy novels with completely made up animals. No more “horses.” No more “rabbits.” Deer can stay but ONLY if they’re weird. All wolves must have wings, NO exceptions. No more laziness, its time to Make Shit Up. I expect your heroes to be riding scaly civets with antlers by midnight. I demand a survey of wildlife in the nearby forest that leaves me with no idea what a single word you said meant. I want CREATURES WITH FUNKY NAMES THAT YOU MADE UP OUT OF YOUR OWN HEAD. I want to be UNABLE TO PRONOUNCE THEM. I want all of your RODENTS to be POISONOUS for NO REASON. I deeply desire GIANT BIRDS. I hereby sentence you to five hours on Wikipedia reading about the Carboniferous period and hydrothermal vents.

If you can’t be creative, at least reskin some dinosaurs. It’s time to decide what kind of man you are—the kind that would let his evil overlord ride a tyrannosaurus, or a coward.

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Here’s to young, flaky Annie Moore, by @whatevertotesyourgoat. I hope it is worth the long wait!

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