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sunlit-art · 5 months
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Inktober Day 31: Fire
IT IS FINISHED
THE END HAS COME
MY HOMAGE TO THE KING IS COMPLETE
i finished this on November 21. It took me three weeks. three. weeks. and it was worth every minute. i wish i'd recorded the hours. unfortunately my ability to remember to start a timer was as good as my ability to remember to post this.
Spreading it out over the course of a few weeks was pretty great, though. I picked stippling because I knew that it would offer better gradient control (and oh BOY did that pay off); it's also very physically taxing, normally, but my wrist is fine. Probably. people don't ever get spinal or joint problems from long-term poor care and maintenence right
things that were last-minute additions not included in the sketch: the background veins/curtains, the stitches, the audience, the literal actual fire. how much did i mean to add but forgot, and how much did i just straight-up add afterwards? the world may never know, because i sure don't!
(21 November 2023)
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luxmoogle · 3 months
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tinyhunnybee · 8 months
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What if....... no........ but what if......... no......
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violetvulpini · 2 years
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The Hexside alumn better make it out of this okay I am Afraid
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gracegrove · 8 months
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TW 70s era use of the word "queer"
Neil Hargrove doing a very working-class thing by volun-telling Billy that he will be spending his summer as a 14-year-old doing hard manual labor on a job site with some random ass uncle he didn't even know he had until one morning over dry Cheerios.
Neil drops him off at Uncle Matt's in Anaheim with a backpack and a duffel bag. See ya in September. "Don't cause your uncle any trouble," he warned with a thick grip on the shoulder before he took off for the interstate.
Billy stared at the man with hard eyes, his arms crossed in defiance. "You're not my real Uncle..."
The man chortled, ash sprinkling from the thick cigar chomped in his teeth. "Ya think so, tough guy?" He chuckled some more, waving for Billy to come inside.
Uncle Matt was a large man, as wide as he was tall. The furniture groaned when he sat down, casually kicking off his work boots and shrugging out of his suspenders as he picked up the can of beer from the side table.
"So Willy..." "It's Billy." Uncle Matt gave him a toothy grin. "Billy," he corrected, "Ya ever work a day in yer life?"
Billy sat on the corner of the couch, as the man took a long sip from his Coors. "Kinda. I mow lawns n' stuff."
Matt chuckled, "Ya ain't gonna be mowing no fucking lawns here! This is gonna be hardass work kid. Best get some sleep now..."
Billy rolled his eyes and headed off to the bedroom he was given.
After the first month, Billy and Uncle Matt fell into a routine. Matt's wind-up alarm clock was grating and shrill enough to wake Billy before Matt got two extra snores in at sunrise. The pair shared toast, eggs, and Folger's instant before heading out to the job site.
Billy's hands had gotten rough and calloused. Blistered and scabbed over more times than he could count.
"Hey Billy!" Matt called out over the ending shift horn. Billy slung the hammer in his grip onto the loop of his jeans and began climbing down the ladder. "Yah?"
"We're gonna have some company over tonight for dinner. My bookkeeper, Dan. So play nice." Billy smiled wryly. "I always play nice."
Things seemed a bit odd when dinnertime began rolling around. Uncle Matt was combing and carefully parting his hair in the mirror and was that the stench of aftershave on his beard?
Also for the first time in his life, Billy discovered what a tablecloth looked like as Matt carefully smoothed it across the dining room table. Billy crinkled his nose in suspicion, "Dan's a woman."
Matt barked out a laughed. "You're a hoot kid! Wait till Dan hears that!"
The doorbell rang and Matt stood up straight, smoothing his shirt. "Billy, can you set the plates out while I get the door?" Billy squinted at him, as the man hurried out of the room.
Peeking his head around the corner Billy snuck a glance at their guest.
Dan was not what Billy was expecting and he certainly wasn't a woman either. Dan was an average man of average height. He had shaggy brown hair and a thick mustache to boot. His face was set with round thick-rimmed glasses. What was so special about Dan that they had to have dinner with him?
The men hugged at the door, the embrace uncharacteristic of how Billy believed men should act around each other. They regarded each other warmly. "I'm so glad you came," Matt said quietly. "Me too. I've missed you."
Scurrying back, Billy quickly set the table and sat down, his heart thundering. He suddenly felt like he shouldn't be here. Like he was now a part of a horrible secret.
"Billy, this is Dan." Matt introduced as they entered the room. Billy awkwardly rose from his chair, weakly shaking his hand. "H-hey."
"Why don't you two have a seat and I'll fetch the chow, huh?" Matt said happily, a hand on Dan's shoulder.
"Oh, I'll help!" Billy forcibly stated, rushing into the kitchen.
Matt raised an eyebrow, "Ok..."
In the kitchen, Billy was nervously wringing his hands around a hot pad as Matt entered. "Are you a queer?" he blurted out, regretting it in an instant.
Matt set down the crockery he had set to take in. "I am Billy. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
Billy twisted the hot pad back and forth in his hands, "I... – I don't know. It's like..." He was struggling, his nose scrunching and his eyes watering up. "You're... you're not supposed to."
Uncle Matt ripped a paper towel off the rack and handed it to Billy. "It's okay tough guy, you don't gotta figure it all out right now. If you wanna have dinner in your room you can."
Billy shook his head, blowing his nose loudly. "But you made all this, and... you're real nice, and... –"
"... a damned queer." Matt added with a deadpan delivery. "Just don't tell your father, he'd have a heart attack."
Billy laughed.
"Now c'mon. Chow's gettin' cold."
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comradeboyhalo · 2 months
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writing a short story for a creative writing class and bc im lazy i recycled a paragraph from my landduo qsmp fic and now im kinda in fear that, in this class of fifteen people, SOMEHOW someone will clock me
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I am rereading Emily's Quest at this moment and it suddenly hit me: Emily had burnt only the manuscript of A Seller of Dreams. She had at least one more copy, because she typewrote it! So... what happened to the second version?
I know you might say that she had burnt the typescript earlier, but... Maud never said so. It was sent back by the last publisher, so it wasn't in the publishing house either. It wouldn't have made any sense to have given Dean two copies... and she burnt only what he had been reading.
Therefore, it is quite possible that the typescript still existed, hidden somewhere in the New Moon's garret, completely forgotten by Emily. And if that existed... maybe she would find it, while looking through her old chest, after the end of Emily's Quest? She would have done it for sure, since she was going to move out from New Moon.
Here are the book quotes about A Seller of Dreams:
"Emily gathered up her manuscript with all her careless rapture gone. Creation was over; remained now the sordid business of getting her book published. Emily typewrote it on the little third-hand machine Perry had picked up for her at an auction sale—a machine that wrote only half of any capital letter and wouldn't print the "m's" at all. She put the capitals and the "m's" in afterwards with a pen and sent the MS. away to a publishing firm."
[...] When a third publisher sent it back with a printed slip Emily's belief in it died. She tucked it away and took up her pen grimly."
[...] Then she took up the little dog-eared, discredited manuscript he had laid on the stone bench and went up to her room[...]
Emily crossed over to her little fireplace and laid A Seller of Dreams in the grate. She struck a match, knelt down and held it to a corner with a hand that did not tremble. The flame seized on the loose sheets eagerly, murderously."
Emily's Quest by L. M. Montgomery
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juriyuna · 2 months
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Rui speaks with a soft, cutesy voice when she's not in Fortress the Wizard mode, but she also says "The person I am in the classroom is the one I'm pretending to be…", implying that this is a front. My headcanon is that the huskier voice she has in her Fortress lines- what she refers to as her "true self" that she hides out of shame- is how she naturally sounds, but she's embarrassed about not sounding like a "normal girl", so she switches her tone to try to fit in.
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radqueer-stray-dog · 2 months
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Fighting my demons (the abandonment issue part with a mushy lovey part in front together)
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bsdtual · 10 months
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Guys hear me out, the only characters free to act are Kenji and Tecchou, what if it's finally their time to shine??
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bloodpen-to-paper · 11 months
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You’re the same thing, only bigger
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The same brand of cockroach.
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rosstrytobe · 6 months
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But What if...
Ravonna is a Victor Variant 👀👀👀
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bitacrytic · 6 months
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I keep going back to episode 2, when Heesung met with the other gang to plan Gicheol's destruction and how we all thought Gicheol had no idea.
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paintingformike · 2 years
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ok seriously though this is like. the absolute most a scene has ever deviated from the script? like in most other scripts the apparent changes arent really that major, only a few specific lines are either added/removed and modifications with how certain things are worded (though the initial implications behind the words are still similar). but with this scene they decided to just...completely do away with an entire voice over segment? and lucas not being in the script but in the show he’s so CLEARLY there with the one holding max in his arms?
like you cant tell me it doesn’t completely change the context of the scene either because the voice over being included would’ve solidified that el initially drew strength and motivation from mike’s words in order to save max. but in the actual show theres 0 indication of mike’s role in the revival of max at all, in fact it shows how el wasn’t even actually thinking about him? she was completely focused on max and max alone 😭
also there’s no way the writers posted this without being aware that people are obviously gonna notice the blatant difference between whats on the script and whats actually transpiring in the show? like its such an obvious contrast and they just decided to ditch what couldve been a *major* thing for milevens...like what were they Thinking and Intending when they posted this
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wambs · 1 year
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'You took away the last six months I could have had with my dad'
six months?? SIX (6) MONTHS?????? 26 WEEKS SIX MONTHS??????? 3.09 WAS SIX MONTHS AGOO????????? SIX FUCKING MONTHS?????????????????
i don't want to say it. but what if. what of this isn't just succ writing sucking majorly again. what if. no.
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eyerolls-the-view · 1 year
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Boar?
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