CEO OF FANDOM OBSESSION (SHE/HER)

i love them i fear

Happy Pride! 💗🏳️‍🌈

your wish is my command, fellow obsessed fans

Sketch:

Finished piece:

It’s all done in watercolor!!! I have realized that watercolor is not an area of expertise for me… lmao

I wanted the stars to not be just white, so I decided to go with all the colors that stars can be: red, orange, yellow, blue, and white

the quote is from @welshaphrodite ‘s “The Journey to Find Mimir”, which you can read on ao3 and I think wattpad. It’s awesome and you should totally read it!!! It’s a prequel novel for the Mcga series

Water is way more hydrating than soda, but soda is more hydrating than nothing. A balanced meal is way more nutritious than ice cream, but ice cream is more nutritious than nothing.

Something is better than nothing. Some hydration is better than no hydration. Some nutrients are better than no nutrients. Some produce is better than no produce.

SURPRISE!! Daughter of a Thousand Faces book reveal!

I am so happy to share with you guys Inklore’s DOTF Book 1 in print with you all 🌸

An angry underdog girl, an ancient demonic father, the strangest of found families in a Chinese inspired fantasy. If this is up your alley, pre-orders for my comic is available now, and B&N is running a 25% sale on all preorders until 6/26!

[Pre-order here] [Read here]

Then, the 75th Quarter Quell is announced and Mags is back on the stage for the first time in 60 years. A reaping outfit. Her name in a glass bowl. The tension, the dread, the silence before the reading of the name – Annie Cresta. But to Mags, it never mattered the name that was picked. She knew her hand was going up. And for the first time since she was a child, she is back in the Games. 

During her the 11th Hunger Games, Mags was caged in the zoo with the other tributes. This time, she is presented with a gorgeous suite, the best food the Capitol has to offer, and the finest clothes. The 11th Hunger Games were televised on a blurry screen; now, all of Panem is going to watch her every move. Mags knows she isn’t going to win. But, as she spends the last weeks of her life walking in the shoes of every child she couldn’t save, as the trauma of her own Games is as alive and present as it has ever been, she knows that, for the first time in her long life, she was able to truly save at least one person from this fate. 

Hope is a funny thing. Mags picked apart the Capitol’s logic and the heart of the Games long ago. She knows why they allow one victor, and how every tribute goes into the arena hoping its them. She knows this is unrealistic; all of Panem knows that only one will come out alive. But even as she rises into the ticking clock of the arena, that stubborn feeling flutters in her chest. Maybe she will get out of there with the rest of the rebels. But if not –

Mags looks to Johanna. To Katniss and Peeta. To Finnick. Her hope for them is stronger, steadier, than the hope for her own self-preservation. She looks into the cornucopia of weapons, the familiar ring of twenty-four tributes, and allows herself to dream that maybe, maybe, this is it. This will be the last one. 

For the first time in over half a century, Mags won’t be watching the Games from the comfort and safety of a faraway room. This time, she has the chance to help directly. To be able to protect others with more than just a parachute full of supplies. To have the ability to save another life. To save multiple lives. To save all the future children of Panem. 

The gong sounds.

Mags smiles.