@skinnyskies This Is One Of The Fanfics I Was Telling You About.

Night sky from Palouse Fallse js

Azarath Metrione Zinthos

Here’s a direct link(half-sized).

Well, this to date is now my largest piece ever made, in terms of resolution. Also the most hours spent on. I’ve always wanted to try making something huge just for print sake and to see how my computer would handle it. Safe to say that my computer is now wheezing away. Raven is best teen titan girl, next to Blackfire of course. Also new Raven in the Justice League vs Teen Titans movie is great would recommend a watch! If you guys are interested in having a print of this, do tell me or reblog this. The resolution of this lets me go up to poster sized!  You can see me rant about this and look at the WIPs here: https://twitter.com/QT0ri P.S. there’s a secret raven hidden in there, see if you can find it :3

Can’t wait to see this one!

I've never published anything though. I want to, but I'm just scared that people won't like it.

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

A Positive Impact

A person who’s had a positive impact on my life is my mama, Denise. I know it may seem like I’m saying it because she gave birth to me, but I’m not.

She’s been with me all my life (obviously), but she has been with me through everything I’ve been through; including self-harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, panic attacks, mild agoraphobia and many other things.

She got me out of an abusive household, and has been supporting me in all my pursuits; no matter how stupid they are.

My mama is a single parent, and we don’t have a lot of money (due to me not being medically fit to work, and my father not paying anything towards me) but she doesn’t push me into doing things I’m not ready to do.

She puts my heath and happiness above her own, and she excepts me for who I am.

This is why she has a positive impact on my life.

If all goes to plan, the first chapter of Beat Playing In My Heart, the second instalment of my series The Archer and the Demigod, should be going up on the 21st of January. It is just a series of requests, but I’m really looking forward to posting them.

If there’s something specific that you want to see, don’t be afraid to ask.

Nearly 36 hours with no sleep, and I was bored.

Throwback to that one time where Grandma Tracy tried to take a nice photo of the boys for Jeff…

Emphasis on “tried”.

🥰Say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and then send this to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool)

My first question!!!! Hard question, but I’ll attempt it.

1. My eye colour (they’re light blue).

2. My quirkiness.

3. My geekiness.

4. My individuality (tattoos, hair colour and style, sense of humour, etc...)

5. My handwriting, even though it’s a bugger to read at times.

Don’t know who to send the question to, so I guess anybody who reads this is free to answer it.

Punch

Some swearing. Very little plot. Written quickly. No explanation. PG.

Rhythmic thudding in a house full of teenagers had been a warning sound. It was the kind of noise that made Scott nope right out of the house. But the teens had all grown (bar one) and such sounds were not to be feared with as much consternation.

So when Scott was heading to the firing range – determined to pip the ace again – and heard the rhythmic thud, he stopped. He turned towards the gym door, cocked his head to the side, and listened. Punching bag, he thought. Pretty strong jabs but it’s not Virgil – he’s crying into his paint pots because his pointillism isn’t working out. Not Kayo – she’s on patrol. The two kids are upstairs, locked in an epic battle with some dragon or something… And the punches aren’t hard enough to be Grandma’s.

It left only one culprit.

He pushed the door open with the flat of his hand and, lo and behold, was the killer of punch bags, the stuffing knocker-outer himself: John.

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