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Boogitty Boo :iconuncle-bilbo:uncle-bilbo 2 1
Lone Gull Crying ~ cerealnovels 1
Chapter One
            Blue shadows stretched themselves across the kitchen. The sound of the waves crashing against the pilings outside was soothing.  Grammy's house shoes slapped  her heels as she made her way from her bedroom to the kitchen.   Abby, who sat at the table braced herself. She liked silence, her grandmother liked noise. Her grandmother entered the kitchen. Her usual, "Good Morning" was not spoken. Absently she flipped on the kitchen radio. Classical music, noise to Abby, obliterated the peaceful music of the waves. Abby looked at her grandmother. Her eyes were tired and red rimmed. She asked, "Grammy are you okay?"
Without making eye contact Grammy nodded her head.  "I’m fine.  Just didn't sleep well." She cleared her throat and added in a strained voice, "You're daddy's coming home."
“Oh.” Abby frowned.  This news was not good for her, but it should make Grammy happy. Only she wasn’t.
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It started when you recovered from your illness.
Or perhaps when you got sick in the first place, or…well, really it began the day you first picked up sword and shield again. Not that you’d have changed that: life as a knight is the only thing you ever wanted. It was—it is, it still is—your honor to defend the folk of the kingdom. To hunt down the unclean things that steal through the dark. It’s a difficult task; the forces of the crown are spread thin these days, and you’re the only appointed knight in the surrounding villages. With the increasing reports of witches and night things about the borders, you’ve been overworked ever since you took the post.
How long has it been? Shit, about a decade. Too long and with too little rest.
It was no wonder that you fell ill. Three weeks were spent wracked with fever and shakes, but hey, it was the first vacation you’d had in years. Little pins and needles skittered across your muscles at n
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Patreon Sketch: Gender Swap :icondreamkeepers:Dreamkeepers 149 25
Horror Narratives in Comics, Movies, and Games
If you're a writer, even if you're not into horror, watch this. It's important educational shit. 
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Deerly Draw :iconsky665:sky665 13 2 Buff In The Buff :iconuncle-bilbo:uncle-bilbo 2 2
Granny Shoe
    “You dropped your guard again, Edie.”
    It was a warm spring day, the house was airing out, and Granny Shoe sat on the front stoop with her basket of clothes that needed mending. She had never liked the name Granny Shoe, but the children had given it to her, and the name came from a place of love, so she wore it with grace.
    Edie, meanwhile, was taking nothing with grace. She threw down her wooden practice sword and folded her arms over her chest.
    “This is pointless.”
    Granny Shoe set aside the pair of pants she had been mending. It could wait. Michael would just have them right back in the basket anyway. “How so?”
    “I don’t need to learn how to fight. That’s what princes are for.”
    “Is that so?” She patted an empty spot on the stoop. “Come and sit with me, child.”
    Edie did as she was told, plopping
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Three Cities
1:  Öb.  The Tall City
The botfly-woman was anxious, as if there might have been ants, hiding in ambush; she’d landed on the lip of the central chimney and circled sun-wise, as demanded by ritual.  It was always easy to confuse the botfly with the hirsute ground-dwelling wasp, but botfly-women knew to circle any city chimney, sun-wise; botfly women knew to fan their wings and wet any ample number their hairs with spittle, before plucking those strands and dropping them into the depths of the city to announce their arrival.
The botfly-woman had done this, signaling her presence and her harmless intentions to the city below, and The Warrior caught word of her scent, from the glands of a news-vendor.  She might have been there for long, long hours.  She might have been there for moments, more likely, if the trio of boisterous near-male alates were any indication; they might have seen her in the distance.  They might have called to her: prone
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The Author is Dead
Please, I need your help. We're both in danger.
Do you see that corpse in the corner? The one with fluffy red hair? That's the author of this story, and she's dead. If you don't want the same thing to happen to you or me, you need to do everything I say.
Okay. First, turn off the volume on your device. The monster's still here, and it will attack if it hears you. Work quietly now...
We don't have words to waste, so I'll sum this up quick:
I'm the protagonist. You can call me Proto.
The writer invented a creature whose harpoon-like limbs could go through anything. While she was thinking of a way for me to beat it, one claw punctured the fourth wall, and her chest, then dragged her in. She died before giving me anything.
That hole in the wall is how I can see you. You're all I have left, dear reader.
All of my teammates have been killed off- the other bodies you see. It is still nosing around them. Hasn't noticed me hiding by the rubble.
If nothing changes by the story
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Iris's Tattoo - Concept :iconedufrancisco:eDufRancisco 5,836 352 Autumn :iconkillerjaja:Killerjaja 8 0 Stick Together :iconpicturaskew:Picturaskew 3 1
average pay rates for comic book artists:
"Generally, the good graphic novels fetch $100 - $300 per page, although professionals who have been in the industry for a long time can command as much as three times that amount. In fact, one elite illustrator commanded as much as $1,000 a page (on a 22-page comic book)! Most of the popular titles that artists, like David Cassaday, work on are monthly issues, which end up providing him with a six-figure salary. The back-end royalties on merchandise, trade paperbacks and movie royalties are also generous."
"In 2008, Sean Jordan, founder of Army Ant Publishing, claimed established freelance comic book artists were paid anywhere from $220 to $4,400 per book project, which breaks down to $10 to $200 per page. Pencil and inker artists can ask for $75 to $200 a page. Colorists often fall in the range of $35 to $125, and writers and letterers make $10 to $50 a page. A lucky few dozen famous artists working for to
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Jackie Story Part 16 :iconsky665:sky665 52 23 since i couldn't just update the original one... :iconnebezial:nebezial 2,327 319
Holy cow I got tagged for a meme! This doesn't happen often. Thanks Sky!
Tagged by 

1.) Post the rules.
2.) Post 8 facts about your character.
3.) Tag 8 other characters.
4) Post their names along with their creators.

Here are eight actual, canon facts about Eleanor, taken, I've decided, the moment before Zink starts:

1) The only songs Eleanor knows are obnoxious kid's songs, ie "100 bottles of beer on the wall."
2) She was kicked out of medical school for independent research.
3) Related: her quest for knowledge has landed her in hell.
4) Also related: Standing in stomach acid means she can't feel the soles of her feet.
5) It would be really nice to have frilly, girly clothes, but she keeps accidentally setting them on fire.
6) She wears glasses for reading, but they could have been avoided if she had had a light to read by at night.
7) "Which came first, the abrasiveness or the friendlessness?" she laughs to herself over the dumb chicken and egg joke, by herself. Siiiiigghhhhhh.
8) She's found that being more attached to possessions rather than ideas means it's harder to run when they come and get you.

I will tag... Not eight people.
dragongirlhellfire Dee
StressedJenny Mias
AshleyCope Murkoph
and anyone else who wants to do this!



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ShRoOmErZ3 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017
I love your art!
Fevley Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thank you! Glad to have you :}
cerealnovels Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2017
Thank you!
Fevley Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2017  Professional General Artist
You're very welcome. It's a sweet story!
uncle-bilbo Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2017…
This is just...awful. Don't fall for it, because its fall-awful.
Fevley Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2017  Professional General Artist
If I wanted to see bad media with superfluous pop culture references I'd read the comic this is a spinoff of. I'll have a falafel instead.
uncle-bilbo Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2016
For the record, we don't miss an opportunity for a feast - just less thankful about some things. The first year after I met Melinda, her relatives set fire to my toaster over. Followed by our traditional Guitar Hero marathon. Inviting Indians over for Thanksgiving might be historically accurate, but you don't have to take it to my extremes!…
Fevley Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2016  Professional General Artist
Haha, that's awesome. My family would typically alternate between having loud, silly conversations and tackling each other. I'm going to be alone this year- my closest sister is six hours away and my car desperately needs a mechanic ☹️ I'm so bummed.
uncle-bilbo Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
kd lang ‘Constant Craving’ 1993. The play depicted in the video is Waiting For Godot…
Fevley Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016  Professional General Artist
I didn't know the stage production of Waiting for Godot had so much physical humor
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