I have no idea about making comics but I loved this scene from the book sm I had to draw it.
Fanart of a scene from Book 3 of the series the guild codex: demonized!
Aaron: Ha, this guy's name is Bernard. That's one of the worst my-parents-are-rich names I've ever heard.
Kai: Your parents named you Aaron, you don't get to judge.
Aaron: What's wrong with Aaron?
Kai: What's not wrong with Aaron?
*Kai looks at camera*
Kai: I have no opinion whatsoever on his name, I just wanted to give him a complex. He was getting too comfortable.
Aaron: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's all this noise? I thought we all agreed that The Bounty Hunters was going to be a light-hearted throwback to 90s alternative rock, not this mess of screaming into distortion.
Kai: Look, Aaron. Kit and I were talking, and Ezra agrees. Your attitude: just isn't working for us.
Kit: We've been a lot more productive without you.
Ezra: We already wrote an angsty song about the time you made us feel bad for not being handsome.
Aaron: You're kicking me out of the band?! Wait, who's playing drums?
Kit: Izzah said she would do it.
Izzah: I'm down for whatever. *twirls a drum stick in her hand*
Your body could build my grave, with leather and lace. You take all my breath away, with that face. Cause she's drop dead gorgeous, I think she knows it. I think she knows it... But if she ever left, I would just drop dead.
I animated Ashoakmaple's art of Tori and Ezra from Annette Marie's The Guild Codex! Song: Drop Dead Gorgeous by Voilà, perfectly recommended by this podcast!
the main character actually being relatable and not secretly superhuman stomping her way into the world of magic cause she's just that stubborn and broke
healthy relationships
books that feel like a really good fanfic, not from tropes, but cause the author doesn't think they're better or smarter than you
He stood at the counter, staring down at the box of chocolates, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows over his face. After a long moment, he lifted a hand and touched the edge of the box.His tail slashed sideways—and he shoved the chocolates off the counter. They crashed to the floor, the small delicacies scattering over the linoleum.
I would love to read this scene from Zylas' POV!!
And this scene too!!
Zylas was scrutinizing me, his eyebrows low over critical red eyes.“Um.” I blinked. “Zylas?”He turned to the demon mage. “Nailēranis et nā. Eshaillā kir?” “Probably.” Jaw tightening, Zylas returned his stare to me, his expression intent as though he were rearranging his understanding of my incomprehensible human brain.
Was he comprehending why Robin is in danger of the other mages and what it meant when they said "you have the look"? Or was he wondering about her panicked reaction to his strength when he chose to "make her squirm"?
When you're really REALLY passionate about a book that has the same vibes as your favorite anime/manga and you just really want to recommend it to all the people in your anime/manga fandom because you KNOW they'd love it too but your worried about being annoying and overbearing with your recommendation.👉👈
Creepy horses are so underappreciated. Every story a horse fits in or could fit in would be improved by making the horse creepy. They're vastly underutilised in media
Meet Robin and Zylas! A demon contractor and a not-so-controlled demon.
Fanart of my new favorite book "Taming Demons for Beginners", go read it guys it's so GOOD!!
The book is a supernatural slow burn, super fun, and all of the above are different scenes from the books!! I'd LOVE to scream about it with anyone who has (or is in the process of) reading them <3
He selected a red velvet cookie. Ate it. Said nothing.
“You were so quick to tell me my blood tasted gross, but you can’t come up with a single observation about my baking?”
Smirking, he ate a fourth cookie without comment.
“You’re infuriating.”
His tail swished. He sampled the final cookie option, then licked a smear of sticky caramel off his finger. Grumbling under my breath, I turned to the sink heaped with dirty dishes.
“In my world,” he said unexpectedly, “there is a type of … tree.”
I faced him again, my brow furrowed in puzzlement.
“On the tree, it grows small …” He cupped his hands as though holding something. “… small fruits. The outside is poisonous, deadly, but inside is juicy and sweet. We fight over these trees. I have killed to take the fruit when it is ripe.”
He picked up another s’more cookie. “These are better.”