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The timing Gods were smiling on Jango Fett, that day. Little Boba took his first steps right before Daddy left for a job. Taun We had just arrived for babysitting duties, and she was so happy for Jango. Art by @bomerpascal (Commission)
For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm
This bond between us can't be broken
I will be here, don't you cry...
Little Boba is frightened by the Kamino thunderstorm, but Daddy Jango is there to keep him safe. Commission by @bomerpascal
Bobatober Day 8: Young. Some precious moments with Jango and baby Boba. Commissions by @bomerpascal
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5 days left for you to get a say in the production of a feature film!
THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro
Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox.
Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent.
All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.
STATUS: open for votes! all you have to do is read the script and give your honest opinion and the winner of the competition gets their movie fully funded and produced!!
I've found that the listening tool is more reliable than reading, so to make sure your vote counts in one go, just hit play and mute the tab while you read. feel free to reach out to me if you run into any issues!
GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy
MEDIUM: feature film
WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)
LINKS: WIP tag (x) | Vote here! (x) | Ko-fi 💜 (x)
any boosting would be much appreciated!
general taglist (ask to be added/removed!): @caspersgraveyard @zephsthings @mrunmione @jeanboology @cloudofbutterflies @ozziesdisco @jacqueswriteblrlibrary @whimsy-of-the-stars @at-thezenith @desi-yearning @orgasming-caterpillar @rodentwrites @imnotcalledbutsummoned @athenswrites @siyaahii @carnocus @sarandipitywrites // newsletter
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It is very difficult for me to comment on things. I mean to, and am trying to, but I feel it should be more substantial than "I love this" and there is a part of my brain insistent on the idea that nothing I could possibly say would be useful to anyone.
So it's difficult.
And I want all of you to know that I want to gush about all of your work. Literally all of it. I think you're all amazing and if my likes were public you'd see I like too many things. It's my "I love this" button and when I can't find anything to distract me from my own stupid brain I will go into my likes and delight in all the fun stuff I put in there.
If I like it, it means I am saving it for a future dose of happiness.
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You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick
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Dean Wax Writing Master List
All works are fully tagged on AO3.
♻️ Cycle's End
High fantasy grimdark - Captive scenario - Identity crisis meets body horror - WIP
🐖 Ruthless
Arranged marriage enemies to lovers - Vampires and magic - War and intrigue - WIP (hiatus)
🥃 But You Found Me in the End
Angst with a happy ending - Angel x Demon - Brutal justice - Complete
👗 You Missed Me at the Start
But You Found Me in the End with women protagonists - Gender identity issues - Complete
🍑 Peach Meat
Bawdy smut - Sudden emotional twist - Kink - Complete
👁️ Impressions of Aure
Trauma - Journey of discovery - Secret organisations - Complete
📜 Suppaureting Poems
Canon, in-character poems from Impressions of Aure - Extra secrets - Complete
👄 Blabbermouth
Ridiculous characters - Comedy smut - Unhinged families - Complete
🔥 Spitfire
Fairy tale style - Violent - Transformation - Complete
⚡ It's an Electric Thing
Meet-cute oneshot - Elemental powers - Wholesome - Complete
💦 Slick
Alien invasion - Sexual parasitism - Horror - Complete
🧃 Sucks Down Under
Twilight parody - Early 2000s Australiana - Oneshot - Complete
📓 Poetmatter
Poems - Journal excerpts - Dreams - Ongoing
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Ursula K. Le Guin, “Author’s Note” from The Left Hand of Darkness
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Last Lines
Thanks for the tag @writerfae <3
“You should have a name,” Davina said. “Names hold power. What are we, if not our names?”
The lyralisk was almost afraid to ask. But something about the Angel made her feel like she could trust her with this question. “What would you call me, then?”
There was no pause to think, no doubt in her mind, when she answered, “Sweetheart.”
Open tag!!
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find the word tag by @veneritia :)))
answering for The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time
Jayce and Lott find themselves in the twisted grasp of Lucille Carmine, one of the most dangerous Overlords of the criminal world, in a fantasy-heist, splicing the thrill of walking the edge of a knife with fantastical malevolence.
hand
Herald presses a hand to the side of the table. It hums with magical energy and leaves a sparkling blue handprint on it. The table hisses and a small slot shoots out, a single vial of pink powder in it.
JAYCE VAN NYE (quietly): Pixie dust.
Lott takes a startled step back.
window
A blast suddenly flies through the window, shattering it and heading straight for Habana. It hits him in the chest and sends him flying back. Jayce crouches to shield himself from the flying debris.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON: I got you. Now hurry up!
JAYCE VAN NYE: Stars! Yep, I’m on it.
turn
The car makes contact with the ocean, making a tiny plop one would expect from a smooth pebble. A kaleidoscope of psychedelic nonsense assaults the senses as they traverse between the two dimensions.
They emerge into a realm of pure calm. A picture-perfect sky, the kind one would see on ideal beach days. But it’s a strange, unsettling kind of calm. Everything is too much. The sky is too blue, the air is too still. The sun is too bright and the clouds look as though they were sculpted from marble. Jayce and Lott shield their eyes and turn back inwards.
A winged creature flying past draws their attention back to the outside. They initially mistake it for a seagull but soon realize it’s a twisted version with teeth all over its wings and a mouth on both ends of its body.
sea
Beams of light stream down from the suns and strike the sea sharply on either side of them. They keep striking, successively getting closer and closer.
Jayce and Lott stand back-to-back.
The beams touch the edges of the island and refract into enough beams to circumnavigate the island. A legion of creatures made of light and water appear at the beams.
Lott peers into the distance.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON: Are those…dust bunnies?
Jayce gives him a deadpan expression.
These are from a feature film, the script for which I've submitted to a competition where the grand prize is the winner's movie being fully funded and produced!! You get a say in who this is and literally all you have to do is read the script and give your honest opinions (psst your honest opinion is that you love my movie).
tagging @socialmediasocrates @vnsmiles @xiranjayzhao @writingamongther0ses @derinthescarletpescatarian @zephsthings @worldsfromhoney + an open tag to find moon, wind, torment, silver
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find the word tag by @veneritia :)))
answering for The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time
Jayce and Lott find themselves in the twisted grasp of Lucille Carmine, one of the most dangerous Overlords of the criminal world, in a fantasy-heist, splicing the thrill of walking the edge of a knife with fantastical malevolence.
hand
Herald presses a hand to the side of the table. It hums with magical energy and leaves a sparkling blue handprint on it. The table hisses and a small slot shoots out, a single vial of pink powder in it.
JAYCE VAN NYE (quietly): Pixie dust.
Lott takes a startled step back.
window
A blast suddenly flies through the window, shattering it and heading straight for Habana. It hits him in the chest and sends him flying back. Jayce crouches to shield himself from the flying debris.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON: I got you. Now hurry up!
JAYCE VAN NYE: Stars! Yep, I’m on it.
turn
The car makes contact with the ocean, making a tiny plop one would expect from a smooth pebble. A kaleidoscope of psychedelic nonsense assaults the senses as they traverse between the two dimensions.
They emerge into a realm of pure calm. A picture-perfect sky, the kind one would see on ideal beach days. But it’s a strange, unsettling kind of calm. Everything is too much. The sky is too blue, the air is too still. The sun is too bright and the clouds look as though they were sculpted from marble. Jayce and Lott shield their eyes and turn back inwards.
A winged creature flying past draws their attention back to the outside. They initially mistake it for a seagull but soon realize it’s a twisted version with teeth all over its wings and a mouth on both ends of its body.
sea
Beams of light stream down from the suns and strike the sea sharply on either side of them. They keep striking, successively getting closer and closer.
Jayce and Lott stand back-to-back.
The beams touch the edges of the island and refract into enough beams to circumnavigate the island. A legion of creatures made of light and water appear at the beams.
Lott peers into the distance.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON: Are those…dust bunnies?
Jayce gives him a deadpan expression.
These are from a feature film, the script for which I've submitted to a competition where the grand prize is the winner's movie being fully funded and produced!! You get a say in who this is and literally all you have to do is read the script and give your honest opinions (psst your honest opinion is that you love my movie).
tagging @socialmediasocrates @vnsmiles @xiranjayzhao @writingamongther0ses @derinthescarletpescatarian @zephsthings @worldsfromhoney + an open tag to find moon, wind, torment, silver
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THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro
Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox.
Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent.
All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.
STATUS: open for votes! all you have to do is read the script and give your honest opinion and the winner of the competition gets their movie fully funded and produced!!
I've found that the listening tool is more reliable than reading, so to make sure your vote counts in one go, just hit play and mute the tab while you read. feel free to reach out to me if you run into any issues!
GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy
MEDIUM: feature film
WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)
LINKS: WIP tag (x) | Vote here! (x) | Ko-fi 💜 (x)
any boosting would be much appreciated!
general taglist (ask to be added/removed!): @caspersgraveyard @zephsthings @mrunmione @jeanboology @cloudofbutterflies @ozziesdisco @jacqueswriteblrlibrary @whimsy-of-the-stars @at-thezenith @desi-yearning @orgasming-caterpillar @rodentwrites @imnotcalledbutsummoned @athenswrites @siyaahii @carnocus @sarandipitywrites // newsletter
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cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity
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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??
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how to write creepy stories
over describe things
under describe things
short sentences in rapid succession build tension
single sentence paragraphs build dread
uncanny valley = things that aren't normal almost getting it right
third person limited view
limited expressions
rot, mold, damage, age, static, flickering, espsecially in places it shouldn't be
limited sights for your mc - blindness, darkness, fog
being alone - the more people there are, the less scary it is
intimate knowledge, but only on one side
your reader's imagination will scare them more than anything you could ever write. you don't have to offer a perfectly concrete explanation for everything at the end. in fact, doing so may detract from your story.
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I would be the worst spy of all time because on one hand I overshare like hell, but on the other hand I also have THE shittiest memory so it’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.
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annotated hardcover giveaway
it's The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher's first birthday, so I'm celebrating with games and giveaways on social media all week! for my own sanity, the full schedule of events will happen only on Instagram, but this giveaway and select other events are happening across platforms.
if you're interested in reading the silly comments I left on this hardcover - including roasting my own characters, letting you know where I was doing my annotating that day, and occasional insights into the writing of Remarkable Retirement - here's how to enter:
rb this post
follow me
for a bonus, tag a friend in your rb or the replies
this giveaway is open internationally to anywhere that can accept shipments from USPS. while it is taking place across platforms, there will only be one winner because it took me months to annotate a single copy.
the giveaway will run until 9a.m. EST this Friday, 26 April 2024.
in the meantime, you can take a quiz to find out which character from The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher you are: click here to take quiz on UQuiz
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