#brikabrake

[tyrantisterror]

Since WSM Book 2 is in that fun editing stage known as “wait for other people to read it and find some of the myriad typos that plague it,” I’ve been ruminating on what my next project is.  WSM book 3 is in the works, but there’s one I’m probably going to write before I start on it - one that longtime followers of my nonsense might think is love overdue.

That’s right, fuckers.  Maude and Mordi is coming back.

Our heroes:

Maude - a farmgirl who adopted an orphaned dragonet and ended up getting a big ol’ adventure out of it

Mordi - said dragonet

Aubrette Kipp - a totally normal human bard who decides to follow Maude and Mordi around to record their story

Sir Brikabrak - a veteran of the Fourth Goblin War who’s trying to save his people

Niknak - Sir Brikabrak’s pet riding Salamandral

Vormadon the Dread - the most ancient and powerful wizard in the world

[beauclesca]

Ayiti/kilti — Meli Melo Dubréus g’on brikabrak (2x)

Dubréus entèlijan

Li se yon avoka mawon

Diplome a la Sòbòn

L’ap ban nou tout diplòm ou vle. #haitiretro #haiticinema #haitifilms #haitiart #haitimusic

[expfcultragreen]

1986, J. K. Chambers, In Search of the Standard in Canadian English

We're so obsessed with ourselves, in the colony. This kind of navel-gazing about identity is like the great canadian pastime. Like this is just about that one thing with our generous use of u in words like color

Do other people do this about the brikabrak of "what makes them their nationality"

Like we apply this narrative lens to fucking everything, "we're just out here holding the north for our oldworld mascots" is what this passage says. Like he talks about being unamerican like its an implicit sacred duty.

[beckyandfrank]

CAPTURE CREATURE NO. 154: BRIKABRAKE

Your trash is Brikabrake’s treasure! Although this small fellow looks positively sharp, Brikabrake is entirely soft to the touch. This cuddly creature spends its days gathering cute objects to use as an armor layer atop its sticky spines, protecting it against the elements and other less cuddly creatures. Its floppy ears aren’t just for show, they can detect other creatures from miles away, which gives Brikabrake plenty of time to find a hiding place, as they’d much rather hang out alone and play with their foraged toys.

[tooscoo]

🤖🎈INTRODUCING THE BRIGUNDAM LINE🎈🤖 Rubball and Brikabrak are normal, Brigundam is normal/fighting. . Taking a break from Bonnevah to participate in this year's #fakeathon :) Bonnevah returns next month . Based on various toys, golems, and gundam/transformers

[hannahhill-photography]

This is the second roll of film I shot for this summer project there's a mixture of locations and subjects the majority are taken in the Peak District with my brother as we went on a little day trip there and I thought it was ample opportunity to capture some moments which felt really nostalgic to me because as a kids use to go to places like that all the time. There are also some shots at home and these were taken before and after moving.

That shoot wasn't overly successful in the terms of there isn't really any images which I look at and they stand out to me and make me think I can stop the compositions in some of the images are interesting however they don't exactly say what I want them too. The theme being home means you can really push what that means because it is so broad. I often find when starting your project in the way of not really thinking at all just doing, you see instances of things you like and then you can notice these and develop them further. These instances I feel are this idea of nostalgia this concept is so important to me and many people I want my photos to have this feeling of days gone by, times as a child. I also like this idea of exploring the objects which make the spaces we occupy feel like a home (photos, brikabrak) I have also shot a black and white film but unfortunately that film won't be ready for another 2/3 weeks.

I really like the thought of using film considering its so easy to play around with and create these misshapes and mistakes. But because its getting towards the end of the week I really want something thats fairly instant so polaroid film sprigged to mind, from previous experience the developing process depending on your light source, can create a fogged look and while the print is still wet you can mess up the colours and it will give a distorted look. I've also experimented previously with putting colour gels in front of the lens and this looks really interesting considering the focus on polaroid cameras is fairly narrow. I think I am going to focus looking at the objects I brought with me from home like photos and Brikabrak. Also shooting on polaroid means you don't have to consider too much the posting process on your instagram because they are already square I just need to consider whether I want a bit of the frame in the image or not. I just need to consider how I'm going to photograph these objects do I want to just leave them in their normal setting or shall I present them in a flat lay manner. 

[canadiangold]

2, 18, 32, 50? =)

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

YOU! and just about every friend I’ve made on this site

18) Do you believe in karma?

Not capital K Karma, but it does always seem to be like “what goes around comes around”

32) What's the worst place you have ever been to?

The place I have most bad thoughts about is LAX, the Los Angeles airport. But by definition, the worst place I’ve been was a shantytown (for lack of a better term) in the Philippines where parents have to comb through the dump to find brikabrak they can sell to afford just enough rice to feed their kids. That was next level.

50) Do you believe in magic?

...kinda? Not like Harry Potter and all that jazz, but there must be something supernatural in this world. There’s too much strangeness.

Thanks Xenn, these were good!

[cavepimlico]

My Vessel is dressed! TODAY 11-6PM #AllTyedUp #CraftyCollaborations #Cavesfaves @lauras_surf_junk_and_style_ @anjielee COME AND JOIN US... #Pimlico #Community . . . Crafty Artists XMess Market and Event Sat 9th Dec. Filled to the brim with handmade and homemade arts, crafts and goodies for sale. Mulled wine and Mince pies. Sing-A-Longs and Shenanigans! YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS Come and Join us Lots of love Karen.cave.x . . . I Don't do Art!...BUT Tues 5th Dec- Fri 15th Dec ETAT (Encouragement Through the Arts and Talking) is a local charity that I work with, Making Art with the Lonely and isolated. I Don't do Art!...BUT is a curated installation of their work over the past year. We will also be showing People of Pimlico a series of short films commissioned by The Royal Court exploring perspectives on Community. #Art #artfair #Gallery #Cavespace #Cavesfaves #BrikABrak #Upcycle #Creatives #Encouragement #Artist #Residency #Workshop #Tea #Cafe #PAYGCREATIVESPACES #Drawing #painting #Sculpture #Performance #timebasedmedia #sound #LOVELOCAL #Furniture #Workshop (at cave)

[rcpopart-blog]

#travelphotography #travelvlogger #knickknacks #mexico #centralmexicostyle #sanmigueldeallende #latino #antique #brikabrak

[emmett-the-wrighter]

Bucket

“My name is Bucket,” the man said to the dead tree, standing before it with his feet apart and arms crossed. “And I want to be a Dog of War.”

Almost immediately he groaned, turning away and covering his face with both hands. The tree remained unmoving and non-judgmental, but the man could almost feel it scoffing at him behind his back. He stayed there for a moment, curled over on himself, before straightening and turning around once more. This time, he clasped his hands in front, shoulders slightly hunched, almost bowing his head to the tree.

“My name is Bucket,” Bucket said again, offering the tree a wavering smile. “I heard about the Dogs of War and I’d like to join yo- No!” His face screwed up in disgust, and he shook off the pose, waving his arms above his head in frustration. “Fuck. Shit. None of that is right!”

The tree, as usual, did not react.

“Is it the name? Hi, my name is… shit, what’s a better name?”

The man started to pace, walking around the tree with a hand jammed in his pocket. “How do you even name things anyway? Wait, no, Bucket works. It’s a good name. My name. Shit, shit, Bucket sucks-” He stopped, shaking a fist at the sky. “THANKS FOR NUTHIN’ MA,” and continued pacing in a circle.

Bucket nearly fell over as he rounded the tree another time and noticed a hooded figure in the distance, crouching on a boulder. They stared at him, unmoving, face lost in the shadow of their hood. Lifting a hand, Bucket waved at them.

“Uh, morning!” the man called, waving a tentative hand at the figure. “How’re ya doing? I didn’t, uh, notice you there.” He left the tree finally, walking towards the boulder with a wide smile. “That’s a rather nice rock ya got. Are you comfortable like that? Your balance must be gre-”

He cut off rather abruptly as the figure growled, the guttural sound shocking from so small a frame. The wise thing to was stop walking forward, so Bucket did so, hands out in front of him.

“Sorry,” he said, his smile fading. “I don’t want to take your rock.” The man could see now that the figure seemed to be a little girl, little patches of blue scales speckling across her face and down her otherwise dirt-caked arms. “Shit- are you a Radian? What’s your name? I’m Bucket.”

The girl shifted forward, dropping down from the boulder and landing in another crouch. Her head tilted quizzically up at him, and she snapped her teeth at him, sharp fangs clacking together.

“Alright, uh, no name it is.” Bucket kept his hands out in front of him, taking a slow step back. “Do you live around here?” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Are you a Fallen Radian? Can you even understand me- shit if you’re Fallen, you’re gonna kill me, right? I mean, not that I want you to or anything.”

The girl blinked, closing her mouth. She stood, head still tilted, and carefully sidestepped towards the man, hands reaching out to pluck at his clothing, lifting the bits of his ragged scarf, coat, the flap of his bag, the handle of his knife- Bucket realized that last one a bit too late, as she yanked the knife from the sheath before skittering back quickly.

“He- HEY!” he said, after failing to grab at the blade. “That’s mine!”

The girl’s only answer was to bare her teeth at him, corners of her mouth upturned. A harsh sound came from her throat, much like a growling cough, and to his chagrin, Bucket realized she was laughing. He heaved a deep sigh, hands going to his hips.

“I need that, no name,” the man said, resisting the urge to laugh at himself along with the girl. “You can’t just steal weapons from people!”

With a final harsh chuckle, she proffered the knife back to him, holding it by the blade. Bucket carefully reached for it, taking the knife and slipping it back into the sheath at his side. “Thank you,” he said, lifting his chin. “You’re very nice.”

A snort from the girl, and she pointed to Bucket, then away from him, towards the distant cement and rusted-metal walls of Broken Falls. Her head tilted in an unspoken question. Bucket, being unsure of what anyone was thinking at any time even when they said it out loud, had no idea what that question was.

“Yeah, it’s also a nice place,” he said, taking a wild guess.

The girl’s eyes narrowed, and she pointed again, gesturing more violently this time.

“I mean, you’re probably nicer than it is, like there’s gangers all around and it’s sorta dirty- well, you’re sorta dirty too but like the streets are literally made of dirt-”

Bucket’s ramble was cut off by the girl grabbing his hand and yanking him in the direction of Broken Falls. Surprised by her strength, he had no choice but to be tugged along, giving the dead tree a final despairing glance before he left it for good.

“I guess we’re going back to Broken Falls,” the man said amiably, striding on after her. “Well, back for me, I don’t know if you’ve ever been there, but you seem like you know the place well enough, and I still don’t know your name- or if you can even talk.”

The girl only stared forward as he talked, her grip never slacking on his hand as she continued tugging him towards the town.

“Well, I mean I already told you I’m Bucket,” he continued. “And I live in Broken Falls! Sort of. Just got there a week ago, and I’ve been shacking up with Ricker coz he’s sweet on my sister. I mean, he was. She told me about him when she came home to Brikabrak, and I guess he still likes her coz he didn’t think about it at all to let me stay there. He’s nice enough, I guess, if you enjoy smelling gasoline and grease. And I mean, I sorta do. Feels like home.”

The only response he got was a short glance as the girl heaved a deep sigh and trotted faster towards the settlement. That was enough, of course, for the man to continue.

“So, what’s it like being a Radian? Were you born that way? Or too much radiation? Ma always said, ‘keep out of radiation or you’ll grow twelve arms’, but you only have two arms, do you. Do the scales hurt? Or itch? Can scales itch? I wouldn’t mind having horns or something like that, as long as it looked cool enough. Or if it were symmetrical. But I guess there’s not really many Radians who look good, no offense, except I did see one who had all sorts of pretty-colored feathers, now that was beautiful. I think she was part of the Roses-” The girl growled at that, and Bucket nodded in, what he hoped, agreement.

“Right, right, I’m sorry, I guess I’m being insensitive, we don’t have to talk about Radians anymore- well, I don’t have to, you still aren’t saying anything, so I guess you can’t. I mean, I heard of some Radians who are telepathic, and you could be saying all sorts of things, but just, y’know, in your head. Shit- sorry again, no more Radian talk. Do you know about the Dogs of War? They’re so cool, this huge ol’ band of mercenaries, like I know Broken Falls is protected by the Broken Army- sorta a weird name coz that implies they’re split up, but anyway, the Dogs of War all have the names of these types of dogs and they’re as elite as it gets.” Bucket paused to catch his breath, raising his free hand to wipe trickles sweat off his brow. “I’ve been wanting to join them for ages, I mean, not ages, but ever since I got here. I got a meeting with Mama Bitch today- that’s their leader, and I really hope I can impress her enough.”

They were closer to the gates of the town now. The girl slowed and let go of Bucket’s hand, glancing up at him again but not halting.

“I just really want to do good in the world, y’know? And, I mean, get paid for it of course. I could always work for Ricker, but I’ve never been really good with cars or whatever. Just sorta end up on fire around me. And I’m a good shot with a gun I think, not that I have one on me right now, that’s illegal in town. Army rules and I don’t got a license yet so I figured I’d just keep it at home until the Dogs take me in and I can afford to carry one around. Anyway-”

As they neared the towering metal and wooden gates of Broken Falls, Bucket noticed the smaller door set into the wall was already open. A woman stood there, arms crossed over her armored chest. She seemed to be waiting for them, a foot tapping impatiently. The girl stopped in front of the woman, showing sharp teeth at her in a feral grin.

“Oh, is this one yours?” Bucket said with a smile, holding his hand out to the woman. “Hi! I’m Bucket. She found me out in the wasteland. Doesn’t seem to have naaame- oh shit you’re a Dog of War!”

The woman had extended a hand to his, the movement revealing the sigil of a snarling dog on her breastplate. She raised an eyebrow at his reaction, pausing just before touching his hand. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all!” Bucket grabbed her hand, vigorously shaking it. “An honor to meet you! My name’s Bucke- fuck, I mean I already told you that, uh, hi!”

“Hi,” the woman said, finally extricating her hand from his. “The name’s Hound. Thanks for finding our Puppy.” She reached forward to pat the little girl on her hooded head.

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine!” Bucket placed his hands on his hips. “She found me actually! I was just out there talking to a tr-” Wait, he couldn’t say that. “-trader. He’s long gone though. Scarpered when he saw a Radian. Sucks that so many aren’t as understanding as us, right?” He hoped his smile wasn’t too wide.

Hound gave the faintest pause. “…Right. Alright, then. Inside, Puppy.” She stepped back from the door, so the girl could move into the settlement. “You live here, right?”

“That I sure do!” Bucket pointed through the door. “I’m right at Ricker’s Wreck. Been helping him out some.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The woman moved through the door, holding it open so Bucket could follow her inside. Without another word, she let the door go behind him, and headed off down the street after Puppy.

Bucket danced in place, hands on his face as he realized what had just happened. “She totally thinks I’m amazing!” He stopped dead, looking around the main street of Broken Falls. “Shit, shit, what if this is it? Mama Bitch has no choice but to let me in now! Fuck, I gotta get ready!”

Half-skipping as he went, Bucket headed on down the road, deeper into the town.

[filmtestlab]

Brikabrak x vice Belgium

[ao3feed-crowley]

all his whispered reassurances and the deaf ears upon which they fell

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lBlUhD

by lemonfizzies

tracking crowley and aziraphale (but mostly crowley) through six-thousand years of tiptoe tap-dancing around the vague, messy nature of their relationship while being viscerally reminded of why theyre not batting for the same team, this is a nonlinear collection of brikabrak scenes and interactions ft. several instances of a demon and an angel ignoring obvious hints with detours into some of the more brutal events they had to endure alone!

Words: 814, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lBlUhD

[rutgerclaes]

©Rutger Claes // documented life // color // BRIKABRAK

[rutgerclaess]

©Rutger Claes // documented life // BRIKABRAK

[cavepimlico]

#AlternativePressies #Market #MulledWine #MincePies #Bauballs #StockingFillers #Art #artfair #Gallery #Cavespace #Cavesfaves #BrikABrak #Upcycle #Creatives #Encouragement #Artist #Residency #Workshop #Tea #Cafe #PAYGCREATIVESPACES #Drawing #painting #Sculpture #Performance #timebasedmedia #sound #LOVELOCAL #Furniture #Workshop #Makers #ShopLocal #Chutneys (at cave)

[rutgerclaes]

©Rutger Claes // documented life // color // BRIKABRAK