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Hiiii hello, the Caul cardboard cutout and is done and I have never been this proud, damn
He’s seven feet tall, glows at night and a little unstable (I still have to secure some more parts, cause he has attempted to fall apart multiple times smh)
He took me about three weeks to make (with long breaks in between, I did not work on him for three weeks straight lmfao, if so it would have taken less than that probably). The cutting was the worst part, cause the cardboard was extra THICC and boy was I exhausted every time and I accidentally stabbed myself like three times
Anyway, I’m glad I didn’t lose motivation for this. The pics are a bit edited, cause the glow paint isn’t very visible on camera (I swear, you can perfectly see it with your eyes though) I suggest to turn on your brightness!
Warning: one picture has me in it uh oh
And here’s the rest, but spoiler warning for TDoDA
His lil tornado
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stayed up til 4am to put in the winning bid on a ceramic frog bell from japan
head empty,, only frog
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me, when none of the uquiz options fit me and i have to choose a random option: this is horrible. i am going to get a skewed result in this quiz about what type of [insert inconsequential internet culture thing] i am
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Sagittarius Sun, Aries Moon, Scorpio Rising
Reblog with your Chiron persona (Sun,Moon and Rising)
Sagittarius sun, Pisces Moon, Aries rising
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“Well if so many disabled people are being killed then why am i not seeing it on the news?”
I give you one good reason brenda
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“Бездомный кот” Лиза Ветка
“Бездомный кот”
Лиза Ветка
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hello!! sorry i’ve been away, but here is my fic for the big bang!
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my piece for the mphfpc big bang this year!! its a little hard to tell but this is millard having a flashback to when he was shot in the first book. its based off the amazing fic by @spookyspooks13 which you can read here! this was a super fun project to work on and im glad i got to be a part of it
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artwork i completed to go with this awesome fanfic written by @a-paper-crane! i had fun working on this piece <3Â
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a series of goodbyes
my big bang fic!!! illustrated by @vomitcove (whose wonderful drawing you can find here)
“You know I don’t like this game, Bronwyn.”
Bronwyn’s arms were crossed, her bare feet planted firmly on the earth. She stuck up her nose, a smudge of dirt on it, and frowned.Â
Emma continued in spite of this, wearing a scowl of her own. “You know I think it’s terrible, so go off with the rest of them and cause all the chaos you want. I’ll be here, being civilized.”
There was a shout from somewhere far away, from someone who sounded like Hugh, but Bronwyn ignored it, holding Emma’s gaze.
“Just this once. We won’t even maim anyone this time, I promise. Just a little bit of destruction. You could be a big help! It’s far easier to burn things when you don’t have to pour beer everywhere first.”
“I said no. Go on, they’re waiting for you.”
Bronwyn shook her head. “Not until I’ve got you with me. What happens the day you need to use that fire of yours? You’ll have had no practice.”
“I’m not coming!” Emma’s hands tightened into fists at her sides. “It’s a horrible game, hurting innocent people. They never did anything at all to you!”
“They don’t remember it anyway! They’ll wake up tomorrow and won’t know a thing happened.”
There was silence for a moment as Bronwyn bit down hard on her lip. When Emma countered, her voice was far softer, but there was a clear undertone of anger, shaking as she spoke. Â
“What if you accidentally kill them? Do they still wake up tomorrow? What about their children?” She paused, letting the words sink deep into Bronwyn’s skin, then continued. “What if one of you gets hurt? What do we do then?”
Bronwyn’s face softened, if only by a few degrees. She reached out, fingers brushing Emma’s arm, and almost smiled — or at least stopped scowling. “I’ll be careful, Em. See you in a bit.”
Emma bit back a sigh. She nodded slightly, glancing over at the party waiting for them on the path. “Goodbye, Bronwyn.”
She watched her run to the other children, waving and shouting. She heard her name uttered, followed by a groan from Olive and a swear from Enoch. They set off, but Bronwyn turned back to smile at her.
“I’ll bring you a present!”
Emma couldn’t help but grin.
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“Shh! Miss Peregrine will hear!”
Bronwyn’s whisper was punctuated by a light swat at Emma’s arm. Emma, giggling rather loudly, gripped her shoulder for balance. One of her feet was grounded inside the house, the other perched precariously on the windowsill. Â
“The Bird sleeps like a log! Help me out of here.”
Bronwyn did, holding Emma’s elbow while she wobbled onto the roof. She turned around to steady Bronwyn with a hand on her waist, but it didn’t stop her from nearly tumbling to the ground. They collapsed onto the shingles side by side.
“It’s too bad there’s planes,” Emma sighed. “The sky would be so clear otherwise.” Â
“Yes, but at least it isn’t cloudy.” Bronwyn scratched her neck and shifted a bit, but Emma couldn’t tell if she was moving closer or further away. They fell into an easy silence, staring up at the stars. And then a few things happened at nearly the same time.
First, someone inside stood up and started walking around. Based on the gait, it likely wasn’t Miss Peregrine, but one could never be too sure.
Then, Bronwyn’s hand found Emma’s. She held it softly, and there was a beat before Emma’s grip matched hers, but she didn’t pull away.
And finally, Emma spoke. “I…” She paused, running a thumb over the back of Bronwyn’s palm. “I have something to tell you, but you have to promise you won’t get upset.”
At this, Bronwyn frowned. “Well, you haven’t killed anyone, have you?”
“No.” Emma chuckled, but her grasp on Bronwyn’s hand tightened. “Promise.”
“I promise.”
Emma inhaled deeply. “I like you. An awful lot. I’m sorry — it’s been killing me.”
“Well, of course I like you, too!” Bronwyn smiled at her, a bit confused. “You’re my best friend!”
Exasperated, Emma pressed her free hand to her face. “No, Wyn, I…” She sighed. “If I were a boy, I’d ask you on a date right about now, but, well…”
“Oh.”
Emma shook her head, a silent refusal to look at the girl sitting next to her. Â
“Emma, I’m so sorry.”
“Bronwyn, please don’t. It’ll be easier to just forget about this.”
Again, they lapsed into silence, but this time there was a palpable tension that lingered in the air between them. They stared, Emma straight ahead, Bronwyn at the sky above them. Neither dared to let go of the other’s hand.
“That one’s Orion,” Bronwyn stated, voice gentle but monotone. “And there’s the Big Dipper, and Cassiopeia, and —”
“I’m going to bed. We’ve probably already woken The Bird — I think I heard her earlier. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emma stood, hand slipping from Bronwyn’s, and started back towards the window.
“Emma, wait.” Bronwyn rose and followed her, but she didn’t stop. As Emma began to step back into the open window, Bronwyn grabbed her hand. She held it tightly, and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly. “Goodnight.”
Emma’s smile, smaller now, returned. “Goodnight.”
She slipped back into the house, leaving Bronwyn on the roof to watch the planes go by.
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It was nearly midnight when Bronwyn found Emma at the front door.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was barely audible, even though she was hardly a foot from Emma’s face. “You know we aren’t supposed to be up right now!”
Emma’s features, blurry in the dark, twisted into a frown. “Well, then why are you here, if you’re so worried about it?” She moved towards the door again, but was stopped when Bronwyn grabbed her arm.
“I heard you walking around! I was worried. Where are you going?”
“Where do you think I’m going?” Emma bit back, a bit louder. She shook her arm out of Bronwyn’s grip and turned again. “He may only be Abe’s grandson, but he’s still Abe’s. I want to know everything.”
“Everything about Abe?” Bronwyn asked, glaring, “Or everything about him?”
She couldn’t see Emma’s face turn red, but she knew it was, because her hands at her sides began to glow orange. “He’s a boy, Wyn. At least with him, I have a chance at being happy. I’m going to be late.” Â
Emma turned dramatically and considered whipping the door open, but decided against it in fear of waking anyone else up. She didn’t take another glance back, but she knew the expression Bronwyn wore — one of both rage and sadness, which Emma hadn’t seen in years.
Bronwyn waited until the door was closed to mumble a soft, “Goodbye.”
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Emma had been sitting, toes buried in the sand, when Bronwyn’s voice broke through the roaring in her ears.
“Are you alright?”
The night sky was speckled with glimmering stars, free of the post-reset post-bombing stormclouds that lulled Emma and her housemates to sleep day after day. Twilight ink seeped from the horizon, saturating every color to a silky, deep blue, shot through occasionally by the lighthouse’s sweeping yellow searchlight. Fiery amber eyes darted over the water, scanning the waves for a boat, the sky for a plane, the everything for anything.
Emma was past the point of crying. Her tears had dried a fortnight ago when she received the letter. His letter. The last one he’d ever send.
This is why, whispered the wind as it wrapped her in a duvet of salt and oil. This is why he never loved you. Did you believe him, silly girl? Did you feel safe in his arms?
My piece for the MPHFPC Big Bang, based on The Salt on Her Lips Stings My Wounds by @icannotevenhhh.
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Writing advice from my uni teachers:
If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.
Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.
Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.
Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.
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i am begging you all to stop treating politicians like fandom faves and start treating them as what they are: highly ambitious people juggling several different agendas who we elect in the hopes they will vote for things we support
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