So I am a little bored and would like to talk about things.


  1. Recite a poem.
  2. Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
  3. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
  4. Do a tongue-twister.
  5. Say something in a different language.
  6. Share an anecdote.
  7. Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
  8. Summarize the last film/TV…


Anyone want me to do the voice challenge? I don’t know, maybe it’ll help you get to know me better.

Just like this or send me an ask. I have like two recorded already.



An uber quick Kaye portrait between comic pages! (from Tithe written by hollyblack



I’m reading “Tithe” by the talented  and wanted to draw something!

Been looking at a lot of lovely new art lately in an attempt to be inspired to try something unlike my usual portraits. I noticed what attracted me most to a lot of new artists is their compositions. I’ve decided to work harder to improve on that.



I’m reading Ironside and realized HMMmm I should draw more Modern Faerie Tales (written by hollyblack). Here is Nephamael to match my previous image of Rioben

I should never have killed him.



"Rath Roiben Rye" by eternity8 on deviant art

"A man sprawled in the mud only a few steps from her, clutching a curved sword in one hand. It shine like a sliver of moonlight in the hazy dark. Long pewter hair, plastered wetly to his neck, framed a face that was long and full of sharp angles. Rivulets of rain ran over the jointed black armor he wore. His other hand was at his heart, clutching a branch that jutted from his chest. The rain there was tinted pink with blood" (Black 22).

Wow. Lovely!!


"Do you ever wonder about your pare—parents?" She stammered.

Of all of the people in this world, the only one she trusted was Roiben. Sure there was Lutie, Spike, and Gristle—when he was alive—but the trust she had in Roiben was more intimate; more fragile. She also…

Kaye listened to Roiben intently, hoping that he’d say something, anything, that have he’d have some sort of answers. Maybe he knew something? He did know Gristle—briefly—maybe he’d mentioned something that he hadn’t paid much attention to back then, maybe he had some sort of answers.

Kaye left go of a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding. He didn’t know anything. He couldn’t give her any answers. In a way, she knew how he would answer, she’d just hoped she was wrong. It’s true that fae don’t view these sort of things as seriously as humans, but she was hoping that that wasn’t the case for all fae.

"I know," she said with a small sigh. "I know."

Kaye closed her eyes, and listened to Roiben try to cheer her up. It was nice of him, but it really didn’t change her thoughts. If anything, it made her think about it even more.

"It may not matter to you Roiben, but it matters to me. You know where you come from, you know who you are. Right now, I’m Kaye by default. I don’t even know my real name. It matters Roiben, it will always matter."

Kaye didn’t open her eyes, she knew if she had the tears would fall, and she didn’t want him to see her like that.


i had an art block, so i drew my fave fae, i love this series so much

What's This? / Fall Out Boy



what’s this? // fall out boy

there’s children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
they’re busy building toys
and absolutely no one’s dead




"Either way, I had a hand in everything that happened." She replied simply.

It didn’t bother her that he didn’t say it back. She knew it should have but it didn’t. Kaye wasn’t embarrassed or regretful for sharing her feelings. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, which she knew wasn’t the case, she still wouldn’t feel bad about telling him. Why should she? There’s no shame in loving someone. She just smiled and laid her hand on top of his.

For a moment, Kaye wasn’t sure of what she wanted to say, all she could do was lie quietly with her eyes closed. She wanted to beg Roiben to not leave her all alone. She wanted to tell him that she’d fight beside him if he needed; that she wasn’t some porcelain doll that needed to be protected, and that all she needed was him.

But she didn’t, she gently squeezed his hand keeping her eyes shut.

"Roiben, can I ask you something…personal?"

Her silence told him wore than words ever could, the gentle touch, reassurance and want joined together that weighed his heart with guilt. He had done this. He was the cause of her pain – An Unseelie King with no want for his throne, with no will to rule but a forced had and stolen choices. He swallowed, a thick sound that seemed too loud for the quietude around them and told of his unease as he leaned to her, lips pressing to the crown of her golden head as his fingers wound with hers, as though, perhaps against all odds, the simple action would tether them together and steal all obligation from them.. If only for a night.

“..Personal?” A platinum brow raised towards his hairline as he craned his neck, staring down at the moon-kissed silhouette that lay against him, Kaye, with her delectable heat, that gentle weight that reassured him that even someone so lost as he could perhaps find a modicum of hope buried within the dirge of his existence. “You may ask me anything you wish, however, consider first if you wish to know my answer. I am not a good man, Kaye – There are truths of my past that would cause you ill and upset. If you wish to hear them.. think of the consequences.”

He would never keep a truth fro her if she sought it freely, and lying was not in the ability of any Fae – Yet her curiosity unsettled him. If she were to know the extent of his misdeeds, would she despise him for them? She had forgiven so much already, she continued to as day’s edged by and still he asked for more.. For her company, her love, her. He drew her closer stil, twisting his limber frame as one leg weaved between her own, entwining frames and locking forms as he watched her, waiting with towering trepidation as he stroked long fingers along the curve of her jaw. “I am yours to command..”

"Do you ever wonder about your pare—parents?" She stammered.

Of all of the people in this world, the only one she trusted was Roiben. Sure there was Lutie, Spike, and Gristle—when he was alive—but the trust she had in Roiben was more intimate; more fragile. She also knew he would be honest…well with his own way of being honest that is.

The corners of Kaye’s mouth curved slightly into a nervous smile; at the same time her eyes were serious. This was something she’d wondered about since she’d learned her life wasn’t exactly hers; these were thoughts she hadn’t been able to shake and she needed some sort of clarification.

Silently, Kaye thought of the question she asked. She realized that Roiben’s reality wasn’t her own, and that Roiben may know about his parents.

"Do you know who they are?" She asked. She hoped, if his answer was yes, that his parents would’ve known something about her own.