Stock Rules Update* a minor change in stock rules concerning book covers and commercial projects
What are "Stock Photos" and can I use "Stock Photos" in my submissions?
You must follow these rules if you want to use my stock:
1. Always credit me and provide a link to my page.
( Example: Model :iconKuoma-stock: or :iconKuoma:
Example: Model : Janna Prosvirina www.kuoma.deviantart.com )
You must respect this rule if you post your work off-site. If you can not add a link to my page for some reason you must mention my name Janna Prosvirina in the description. Credit is not needed on selling sites such as Etsy, E-bay, etc.
2. Always send me a note or an e-mail with a link to your work. I want to see what you did. Note that I reserve the right to ask you to remove any artwork made with my stock that does not fulfil the requirements stated in my stock rules.
3. Respect the models and don't use the stock images for anything racist,
Game of Thrones daemon!AU art.
Blurb about Cersei Lannister and her Mink daemon, Kohana:
Kohana is a Japanese name meaning "little flower"
Cersei sat after the ship had sailed, carrying her precious daughter to Dorne, drinking enough wine that it would have had most men falling unconscious. She had just started to refill her goblet when Kohana spoke from where he sat on the little sofa just across from her. "I think you're overreacting to all of this."
She went perfectly still and looked at her daemon like she didn't recognize him.
"What," she snarled icily, gaze narrowing into a sharp glare. "Did you just say?"
Kohana stood on his hind legs. "I said, you're overreacting. Myrcella is going to be married. Not murdered. And you're acting like a petty child whose favourite toy has been taken..."
Kohana yelped as he scrambled down from the sofa, just narrowly avoiding being struck by the goblet Cerse had hurled at him, the wine in it spilling everywhere like blood.
"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!" The Queen Regent screamed as she surged to her feet. Kohana instantly hid beneath the sofa. "You have no right to tell me..."
"I am your daemon!" Kohana shot back, glaring at Cersei from his hiding spot. "Your heart and soul! I have the only right to tell you anything you do not wish to hear!"
Silence filled the room as Cersei all but collapsed back down onto her sofa, face buried in her hands as she began sobbing. Kohana wanted to comfort her but he stayed where he was, afraid that she would hurt him, hurt them, just out of spite. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it. It was not a chance he was willing to take. Not even for his other half.
MCU daemon!AU art.
Blurb about Brock Rumlow and his Doberman Pincher daemon, Kore:
Kore is a Greek name meaning "maiden"
She sat beside his legs, glaring at the rest of the group, refusing to speak to anyone, even him and, it was becoming obvious, that something was wrong.
"Kore," he whispered, leaning down, hiding the conversation by straighten his boot knife and then making it look like he was checking the straps and buckles of his gear. "Kore, you can't keep up the silent treatment. You're making a scene."
She said nothing, didn't even look at him, just continued to glare at anyone, human or daemon, who dared to look at her. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "We're doing this whether you like it or not," he hissed at her, grabbing his rifle. "We've got our orders."
He didn't expect her reaction. Her teeth in his arm hurt twice as much as it would have if it had been just a normal dog and, as she moved away from him, stretching their bond, he saw how she limped. "Kore..."
"Go to hell, Brock," she snarled, teeth flashing, the first words she'd spoken to him in days. "You and all your little Nazi worshipping bastards."
The silence that filled the plane was thick and tense and everyone kept looking between Rumlow and Kore, until he snapped at them to get their shit together. He looked at his daemon, finding her to be ignoring him again, her fur standing up and eyes flashing with her rage. He drew a deep breath and rubbed the spot on his arm where she'd bit him. His heart, his very soul, was angry with him. All because he'd chosen Hydra over Steve. Chosen men who were going to kill millions of people over a man who'd shown them that there were people in the world who still gave a shit.
He had no idea how to fix any of this.