#Project 3
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unofficialsherlockian · 7 months ago
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He glanced over and saw his partner’s hands were clenched around the wheel, ice white. J reached over and placed his own hand on R’s forearm, and the magic thrummed between them, throbbing steady like a heartbeat.
It was blue and smooth and, although it did nothing to relax R’s grip, J felt the instant when R’s breathing began to even out. His magic did this. Their magic did this. J wanted nothing more than to hold onto R for the rest of their lives and never let go.
I’m beginning serious querying once again tomorrow on my adult fantasy (M|M asexual romance) book. Throwing this little teaser out because I chatted this to myself in the car and it sounded really good. Don’t know if I’ll swap it for what’s already in the scene, but it’s similar vibes anyways.
I turn 30 in 11 days and if I have to send out a query every day of age thirty to have an agent by 31, so be it. I worked really dang hard on rewriting this book and it deserves to get seen.
(I post writing related posts and book reviews from a “what I learned as a storyteller” perspective on IG if you’re into that sort of thing)
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Project 3: When Worlds Collide
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aquil-writes · 2 years ago
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Find The Words Tag Game
I was tagged by @vsnotresponding for this one!
The words I had to find are crystal, rage, weak, stars and ghost.
In return I'll tag @giftedpoison, @marinesocks, and @alistonjdrake!
(no pressure ofc. I've been in a lot of tag games recently so I'm tagging outside of my normal circle if that's ok)
Your words will be Glisten, brace, churn, weight, and weather!
responses under the cut :)
Crystal
I follow the wind's current with my eyes, and it takes me to the sky.
I gasp against my own will; the sky was a plain blue earlier, cloudless and unrelentingly bright. Now the light shifts as though the very air were crystal, and pastel colors blend and mix to form what I thought was just blue. I follow the wind further, to the rows of buildings, where the faded facades I saw earlier are alight with color and life. The peeled gildings, the forgotten roots, the very warped wooden boards they’re built with shook off their tired looks and shine as though they’ve been freed.
This one is kind of cheaty because it's not from any of my listed WIPs, but a new idea I had yesterday and promptly wrote 4k words for in a few hours. It doesn't have a name yet (though I'm calling it Stained Glass Punk for now) and I'm not sure I'm going to do anything with it yet.
Rage - Pro. 6
“It was a mistake!” Melisande hisses, her face shadowed and half-crazed, not far from the woman Maple saw in the forest. Deron’s emotions are strong enough to choke Maple, forcing her attention away from anything else. Terror that Maple has never felt before takes her over, pulsing with every heavy heartbeat.
“He’s crazy!” Melisande continues, “It was stupid to think we could go behind the gods. He’s dangerous, love, and wants to drag us into it.” Her voice sounds teary by the end, a complete turn from her rage just a few moments ago. Deron reaches out to comfort her; she latches on to his arm like it’s a rope.
This one's a little confusing, but for context Maple is being forced to relive Deron's memories from his perspective. Melisande is Deron's love, and they're the villains in the first act of the story.
Weak - Pro. 6
“Well…” Amil said, finally getting his journal out. “You were right about these being new creatures…” he said woefully, and crossed out a majority of his notes. Using the light of the fire he wrote in what they know now. All three of them bounced details off of each other, but eventually Ryker grew quiet, out of information to add. As he broods Amil and Maple continue, both frustrated by how little they really know. The night around them grows old and the fire starts to die.
Amil pores over his notebook, weak orange flames waving, barely lighting his silhouette. He holds his notes out open and low, trying to catch the brightest of the dying light.
“Nothing about Varena’s condition…” he says, looking over and over at the same details.
“It’s corruption.” Ryker says, with a conviction that makes Maple’s stomach turn. Amil looks up at him, brows furrowed.
“It has to be,” Ryker continues, throwing more wood on the fire. Embers swirl, a bright red blaze following their heels. 
“You really think so?” Amil whispers, afraid.
“Someone created those things. We need to get rid of them.” The flames reach high, higher than they should. Ryker’s unnaturally ice-blue eyes pierce right through the fire, looking to the base of the pit.
I actually posted this full scene like... a year ago, I think? I'm still pretty happy with it.
Stars - Pro. 3
“The stars are so bright tonight! Or maybe I just missed them,” Defra says, in her own little world. I force myself out of my thoughts and look up with her.
The sky looks like glass, inky but close, pressed against the tree tops, close enough to reach. The stars wink and shine, and in my head they’re liquid light, falling and splattering against the tinted glass sky. Shooting stars streak across the plane, leaving a melted silver trail behind. The movement is mesmerizing, until I catch a strange shadow.
Every time I describe the sky I do it a little differently. I'll never get sick of it.
Ghost - Pro. 6
By the time Maple is telling Varena about the hike back to camp, Amil wakes up. He looks terrible; there are bags under his eyes, and the way he’s clinging to his notebook strikes Maple as ghastly. When he sees Varena, sitting up and well, he stops and rubs his eyes as if he’s seeing a ghost.
“Morning,” Varena said.
“You’re actually- I mean- the creatures- huh?”
For context on this one, Varena was attacked by ✨ mysterious magical abominations ✨ the night before and should really not be up and moving now. But magic is strange here...
These words were a lot of fun! They managed to hit like all the description I've ever written so enjoy my messiest and most nonsensical moments ;)
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kdoarts245-01 · 1 year ago
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Project 3 - Letterform WIP
I chose the letter H because of its negative space, mirrored at the top and bottom. I knew that would lend well to being altered to fit a flower form. This letter also marks the beginning of several flower names, so it gave me options.
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I’m starting with hydrangeas. My mother and my grandmother have these flowers blooming at their homes annually. Visually, they are clusters of flowers rather than individually identifiable blooms. I kept that in mind as I started with the single flowers, forming them from every angle. Eventually, on a separate layer, I gathered them together into something resembling a circle and united the shapes. Then, I overlapped that with the letterform and divided them to take the top space out completely. I’m not quite happy with it yet. This weekend I will continue to rearrange these flowers until I get a circular form that’s just right. The end goal is to add leaves and stems to make it look even more like the hydrangea has grown into/become a part of the H, rather than just being in front.
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mangozic · 7 months ago
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my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity
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mindinganother · 2 months ago
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'Poppa's mother, Ella, was born in Alabama and still a girl when slavery ended. He said less about her than about his grandmother, maybe because his grandmother raised him or maybe because speaking of his mother made him feel like the grief-stricken fifteen-year-old he had been in 1907 when she died. He preferred to stick to the essential facts––birth, death, and emancipation. Sometime in 1865, a Union soldier approached Ella in the middle of her chores. "A soldier rode up to my ma and told her she was free". The starkness of Ella's story stunned me. Her life consisted of two essential facts––slavery and freedom juxtaposed to mark the beginning and end of the chronicle. But this was what slavery did: it stripped your history to bare facts and precious details.' (Hartman, 'Prologue' in Lose, Serpent's Tail 2021 [FSG 2007], p. 11)
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connorchen-saddog8 · 2 months ago
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god less play / gameplay no commentary ep 02
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the rest of the documentation can be found on this blog, just click on the tags that is also tagged on this post! right down there.
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malenjoyer · 1 month ago
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WE'RE SO BACK
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lurrlonde · 1 year ago
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astarion after drinking your blood
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kinobeans · 2 months ago
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The Pink Coffin Bag has arrived! Please welcome the pink pastel version of the Everyday Coffin Bag, as well as the Bat Wallet with some cute new inserts and enamel pins, now live on Kickstarter! And if you missed the opportunity to get a black coffin bag, now's your chance--I'm restocking them!! :D
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k-do-arts246-03 · 8 months ago
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3/22 Reading + Reflection - Project 3
Chapter 9: Typography in Time and Motion
Animated type is definitely something I would like to get into. Project 2 forced me out of my comfort zone and I experimented with simple frame animation in Procreate, but I know more could be done in Adobe After Effects. This chapter made me think about advertisements where the typography is the main focus instead of video or imagery. A lot of phone commercials do this, where there is a lot of white space and black text as the attention-grabber, either fading in or moving in some way to indicate a meaning. I like the example on page 169 where the actor's frantic thoughts seem to pile onto him. It's simple but the meaning is clear and universally understood.
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I have previous experience with creating a portfolio book from ARTS102, when I was applying into the GD+I program. Looking back at it now, I still like most of the spreads I made, but it was not my best work. That's fine, I was just starting out. It's interesting to see how I thought through projects back then. The book never was printed physically so I'm excited to be able to do that with this project, to see the pages in person. At the time, I chose a palette of blue and neutral colors. I think now I have a preference for deep jewel tones, especially forest green, that I want to incorporate. I'm also thinking of having a less structured, simple layout and leaning more towards maximalist collage. I will reference Emigre magazine.
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sroznowskiarts102-04 · 9 months ago
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Project 3 — Reflection 3
This project really allowed me to learn adobe illustrator and all that I could do. I had my project, a student in the graphic design program, give me some tips, and show me how to create shapes + create a pattern for the background.
When brainstorming, I really liked a simple, professional style such as image 2, but design wise image 8 and 10 had the most visual interest. I decided against the worded outline of Susan B Anthony, as I felt, while it was cool, I would spend more time drawing on paper than I would be using adobe, which was why I took this class. Due to these reasons, I decided on the scale equating the value of men and women, as I felt it allowed me to explore adobe elements as well as opt for a sleek, simple design.
I had a lot of fun and this project came quickly to me, but looking at it now, I am a bit unhappy with how you can no longer see the gender symbols in a pattern for the background. While visible behind my recolor-graphic layer at 90% transparency on illustrator, after uploading to in design, that background pattern disappeared behind the high percentage. While saddened by that, I felt too confused and frustrated at the time to go back and figure out how to upload to in design all over again. Instead, I will most likely edit the poster for that pattern to be seen in my final portfolio.
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candyje11yfish · 4 months ago
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YOU'RE TELLING ME A FRYE FRIED THIS RICE⁉️⁉️
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aquil-writes · 2 years ago
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Heads Up 7 Up!
I was tagged by @sanguine-arena for this one, thanks for the tag!
I'm no-pressure tagging @saphoblin @vsnotresponding @writingsbyelle @sunset-a-story @hbxplain @fenrir-kin and @ellierenae !
Rules: Post the last 7 sentences of your WIP and tag 7 people.
[I force myself to take a deep breath. Then another. This won’t lead anywhere. I just want to go home.]
Home, even if it’s the run-down and ransacked cabin Dace and I used to share. Home, even if it’s one of my shoddy little waypoints, tucked just far enough away form the elements that I can sleep. That would be okay right now. Home.
I sit for a while, head propped on my knees, back against the tree. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone but it’s not long enough. My eyes sting, exhausted, but no other part of me is tired. Or willing to go back and face them.
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time-woods · 1 year ago
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i had the primal urge to draw them being a family also nimona totally bites
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dokidokidraws · 29 days ago
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Would you like to continue?
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