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future-crab · 5 months
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Once again, getting a commission of my OCs from @hotdrinks made me want to share a little bit of writing from the story they're from. Merry Christmas? (idk if this really counts as a present but oh well.)
Ariadne was a puzzle that  took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. Raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.” And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.
(BTW I'm pretty sure @hotdrinks ' commissions are currently open)
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peregrine-sarka · 5 months
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I already posted this to my main, but now that I've got a writing-specific sideblog I figured I should post it here as well. The art is by the wonderfully talented @hotdrinks, who you should definitely commission - he has a link to his commission form in his pinned post!
Ariadne was a puzzle that  took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. A raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.” And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.
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hotdrinks · 5 months
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ID: A greyscale drawing of Claire, a white woman with medium-length hair and freckles, and Ariadne, a Benghali/white woman with curly dark hair in a bun, freckles and large round glasses. The two women are sitting side by side on a wall. Claire leans into Ariadne, and the two look at each other fondly but nervously. End ID
A commission for @future-crab of their lovely OCs! I've gotten to draw these girls a couple times now so they are very dear to me hehe
Link to commission form in my pinned post!
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future-crab · 10 months
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Important Announcement:
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Two of them.
[ID 1: A black and white pen and ink style portrait of Ariadne, a Southeast Asian and white woman in her late 20s with long black hair, dark brown eyes, freckles and glasses. She is dressed in 1910's men's clothing (shirtsleeves, a waistcoat, and a tie) and has a sprig of lavender pinned to her lapel. Her hair is tied in a loose bun with a few curls falling around her face.
ID 2: A black and white portrait drawing of Claire, a white woman with light eyes, wavy hair, and freckles. She is dressed in 1910s style women's clothing. Her hair is pinned up, and she wears a three-tiered pearl necklace, and jeweled earrings shaped like a scarab. She looks at the viewer with a coy smile. End ID]
I recently commissioned @hotdrinks to draw two of my OCs, Ariadne and Claire, and I love them!
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future-crab · 6 months
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🌹 (for the wip thing)
for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence (or more then one sentence whoops) of a random WIP i’m currently writing
It wasn’t so uncommon, having mismatched soulmarks. It was the stuff of angsty poems scrawled into middle school notebooks, of bad romance novels and good song lyrics, and the subject of a great deal of takes-all-kinds-to-make-a-world shrugging. Everyone knew someone – an aunt, a cousin, a friend of a friend – who was not their soulmate’s soulmate. But no matter how much people liked to say, Well, my grandparents were married 50 years, clearly it can work out sometimes, it was obvious what everyone thought. A one-sided relationship was worse than doomed, it was a farce.
Soulmate AUs are definitely not my favorite genre, but I'm giving them a try!
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future-crab · 9 months
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I’m usually not very good at writing slow burns, but I’m trying my best with this story. 10,000 words in and they still haven’t called each other by their first names 👍
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future-crab · 10 months
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New tag game: If your OC universe had a fandom attached to it, which Crane Wives song would people make animatics to?
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future-crab · 1 year
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That moment when you hear a lyric that matches your blorbos so well that you just start vibrating is both more exciting and more frustrating when the blorbos in question are your OCs.
Like, “I’m not sure you know my name, that’s fine, but take me with you this time” is SO Clairiadne, but in order for that to make sense to a single other person alive, I’d have to actually finish writing the story they’re in, and what are the chances THAT’S gonna happen?
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