The Ink Witch's Haven

Feels like the shade could be better.

Will attempt to find another and add it without ruining the whole thing.

I'm considering options for his little vest.

curious about what people expect from artists that they follow- I've heard a variety of advice from folks and I'm wondering what the expectations of people on tumblr are

Wet

... sun having claws?

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......Oh.. hhh-

Part 1: Cruel

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I always think about how in Shikamaru Shinden, Temari says Shikamaru is a wonderful man and the kindest man she knows. It makes me think that his kindness is what initially caught her interest. 

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.