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[icarustypicalfall]

cabin

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ghost x ghost

Ghost wasn't entirely sure if it was a good idea. Going into an abandoned house, filled with god knows what. But the team insisted, saying it was the only place to take cover from the freezing cold.

It was an old cabin, right in the middle of the forest. Mold had taken over the walls, climbing all the way up to the ceiling.

The team grabbed their sleeping bags and settled in. Captain was already passed out, while Soap and Gaz were engaged in a quiet argument. Ghost decided to explore the rooms, taking in the old and abandoned vibe. It looked like nobody had been there since the 70s.

As Ghost moved around, the doors creaked shut and every step he took made the wooden floor squeak. Some bottles on the tables even toppled over, probably due to the wind. Ghost didn't mention it to Soap, afraid it would start a never-ending banter. The scot was a firm believer in all things paranormal.

Ghost stood before a mirror, staring at his tired eyes. He removed his mask and studied his face, teh dark circles under his eyes a proof to his misery, he surely can function without rest for a couple more of days. Although this house made him feel inseay.

With a sigh, Ghost felt tormented. Something just didn't feel right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. When he looked at his reflection again, a fleeting figure passed by, almost disappearing before he could react.

Startled, he scanned the room, but it was pitch black and there was complete silence. He was alone. Or so he thought.

Simon cursed, turning around. He pushed up the window nearby, causing it to make a noise. As he took a breath of the musty night air, he closed his eyes.

A cold breath brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. A low and calm voice murmured, and he could feel the cold envelope him "Close the window, Simon. The wind will blow out the candles."

[wolkewatcher]

new bucket list attempt everything on this list at least once

Master list of creative hobbies

Art creative hobbies

1. Botanical illustration

2. Architectural drawing

3. Urban sketching

4. Comic and manga illustration

5. Children’s book illustration

6. Digital art and design

7. Figure drawing

8. Fashion illustration

9. Mapmaking

10. Doodling and zentangle

11. Sticker making

12. Coloring books (for adults)

13. Paint by numbers

14. Diamond painting

DIY creative hobbies and crafts

15. Soap making

16. Resin molding

17. Button making

18. Candle making

19. Basket weaving

20. Terrazzo

21. Sand art bottles

22. String art

23. Perler beads

24. Seed beading

25. Wreath making

Industrial creative hobbies

26. Woodworking

27. Woodturning

28. Wood burning (pyrography)

29. Glass blowing

30. Glass etching

31. Stained glass art

32. Concrete molds

33. Jewelry making

34. Leather working

35. Metalworking and welding

36. Metal embossing

37. Mosaics

Sculpting and carving hobbies

38. Sculpting

39. Ice sculpting

40. Wood carving

41. Pottery

42. Soap carving

43. Sand sculptures and sandcastle building

Printmaking creative hobbies

44. Linocut printmaking

45. Woodcut printmaking

46. Screen printing

47. Rubber stamping

Needlecraft creative hobbies

48. Sewing

49. Cosplay

50. Embroidery

51. Cross-stitching

52. Crewel

53. Needle felting

54. Quilting

55. Crochet

56. Amigurumi

57. Knitting

58. Arm knitting

59. Needlepoint

Fiber arts hobbies

60. Visible mending

61. Macrame

62. Weaving

63. Rug tufting

64. Punch needle

65. Latch hook

66. Lace making

67. Dreamcatchers

Miniature creative hobbies

68. Model building

69. Painting miniatures

70. Dollhouses

71. Fairy gardens

72. Bonkei

73. Diorama making

74. Putz houses and nativity scenes

75. Lego MOC

Stationery and lettering hobbies

76. Calligraphy

77. Hand lettering

78. Art journaling

79. Bullet journaling

80. Card making

81. Scrapbooking

Papercraft creative hobbies

82. Origami

83. Papercraft modeling

84. Paper quilling

85. Collage art

86. Paper making

87. Bookbinding

88. Pop-up making

89. Paper mache

Digital creative hobbies

90. 3D printing

91. Stop motion animation

92. Graphic design

93. Photo manipulation

94. Game development

95. Raspberry Pi

Plant-related creative hobbies

96. Bonsai

97. Tree shaping (Pooktre)

98. Terrariums

99. Aquascaping

100. Flower pressing

101. Flower arranging

102. Topiary gardening

103. Seed art

104. Rock gardening

Other creative hobbies and crafts

105. Puzzles

106. Sudoku

107. Crossword puzzles

108. Writing

109. Learning a foreign language

110. Cooking

111. Music

112. Photography

113. Dancing

114. Sports

115. Improv

116. Nail art

117. Baking

118. Magic

119. Tarot cards

120. Card stacking

121. Collecting

[gore-geousrem-ains]

Musical Beetlejuice Vs. The Bath

A ramble on how to get BJ to regularly stay clean. Slight BeetlejuicexReader. (BeetleB@bes, do not interact.)

Firstly, STOP trying to force him in the bathtub or blasting him with a hose. I know most of this is written for comical effect but it’s not a proper way to motivate him. 

I imagine that MusicalJuice has some trauma surrounding baths and water. Juno, as ill tempered as she is, most likely made bathing a nightmare. I imagine her rubbing his skin raw with a brush, or dunking his head under water for extended periods of time. All things that would be traumatic for a small child. 

As a ghost/zombie/demon I would assume he doesn’t need to bathe in the first place, but living with an adopted family that insists upon cleanliness he’ll have to learn to be clean-er.

Start small with him. Give him a Wet One and ask him for 1 thing: “Would you like to wipe off your hands?” It’s non-invasive and simple; and it gives HIM control of the situation. He can say “Yes” or “No” at his leisure. 

Offer him a Wet One every now and again, always giving him control of the situation and offer to do it with him. It’s not just a HIM thing, it’s a WE thing. “We will be clean together.”, “I will be alongside you.”, “You are a part of something.” 

Above all BJ wants to connect with others and having others be invested in him will help solve this “bathing” problem slowly over time. 

When he’s accepted the Wet One’s ritual, move on to just asking him to wash his hands. Only his hands. He can choose the temperature of the water, Hell, you’ll go to Bath and Bodyworks and pick up a dozen soaps so he can choose his favorite to use. As always, participate with him. 

 Next move on to the face. I imagine this will be more daunting for him, water smothering him? Like when he was a kid? No, no, no. You’ll most certainly be met with resistance. Beetlejuice WILL fight you on this one. He’s come so far washing his hands, why does he need to wash his face? 

This is where you can strum the strings of his massive ego and heart,  “You’ll look so handsome.”, “Clean cheeks get more kisses.” “If you want, I’ll sit down and wipe your face off gently.” 

Give BJ some security. Once again, you are with him, he can choose, and he has the option to get more praise should he choose to cooperate. 

You’ve conquered getting his face clean! Every night after you wash your own face, you take a warm cloth and gently wipe off his face (though the mold and moss growing there seems to be fixed to his face… but who cares really? It’s all a part of his charm.) Beetlejuice is rewarded with hundreds of kisses and hugs as a “prize” for doing so well. 

Now here comes the BIG part: actually bathing. 

Stop trying to force him into a bath. Just stop. It’s not going to happen. Instead give him the option of a shower.  

A shower is less invasive, he has control over how much of his body is in the water, he can set the temperature, he can choose how long he’s in. The shower can have a little stool for him to sit and rest on, his favorite soaps, the softest rags you can find in the house, you’ll burn a lavender candle to bring some peace and serenity to the room, and of course play some of his favorite music to keep him calm. 

However, you will have to join him. There’s no way around it. You have to join him. Sexual innuendos and all. He can’t be alone; even a ghost/zombie/demon can have a panic attack. If you’re uncomfortable being nude (much to his dismay), you can wear a bathing suit. But you have to get in with him regardless. Namely to keep him as calm as possible. 

You let BJ get set up, music, candles, the water temperature, everything. Once you’re in the shower, you encourage him in too. But NOPE, he’s changed his mind and POOF he’s gone. 

No one said it would be easy.

You try again, and again, and again. Always offering to be in the room or even in the shower with him. BJ doesn’t budge for weeks. But he still washes his hands and allows you to begrudgingly wipe off his face (only kisses and hugs will make him less grumpy). 

Finally one night, when you’re showering alone. There’s a knock on the bathroom door and it’s BJ, who just might, wanna, kinda, sort of try this “shower thing”... 

Internally elated, but externally calm you allow him in. He’s quick to offer crass sex jokes, and would rather take you to the bedroom than the shower right now. Gathering all of your patience you calmly turn him down and lead him to the shower. 

Once again, he’s allowed to set his own standards for bathing. You get in first, offer your hand and guide BJ in too. 

He steps in, nervously holding a breath that he doesn’t need. 

And it’s not bad. He didn’t know the shower head had settings, so he chooses his favorite, a very light setting that just barely touches him.You’re of course naked and freezing your ass off while he enjoys the mildly warm water. But perseverance is key.You’ve got THIS far, time to make the best of it. 

You sit him down on the shower stool, take a washcloth, and slowly begin to clean his body.Your gentle touches bring out those deep satisfied growls he emits when content. You’re careful in all of your movements, not wanting to startle him and ruin this moment of absolute bliss with your sweet Bug. Who has worked so hard to be there with you. 

Once you’re finished with him he’s showered with kisses, kisses, and more kisses.

Once BJ gets the hang of the shower, when he chooses to shower (every other week or so) it’s impossible to get him out. Where’s all the hot water? BJ used it. Where are all the nice towels? He’s using them all to dry off. Where is Charles’s bathrobe? BJ stole it. 

It’s always a trade off with him, but it’s worth it in the end.

AND THAT’S how you get a trauma victim into the shower. Everything takes time and patience.

[sideblogformindtrash]

Orfeu and Haru Ver. II.

Cw: Mentioned noncon (not too explicit this time); Mentioned starvation/food insecurity; pet whump; dehumanization; humiliation;

The pet wakes up in that man’s arms. Orfeu, if he recalled.

He has his hands resting over the pet’s hips, hands that look like they belong to a monster, ink black until almost the elbows, nails thick and curled like that of a beast. Pet still surprised those claws got inside him and somehow hurt less than Master’s soft fingers.

Turning to the side he sees Farlan’s up and getting dressed to go to his college lectures. He figures the guest is the only reason why he wasn’t kicked from the bed today as soon as Master woke up. He tries to get up by himself rather than wait for the man to wake and push him down…

“Stay”

He freezes staring dumbly at his Master. He rolls his eyes, his patience always too short for the pet. 

“Stay. You’re allowed. At least while he’s cuddling you”

He lets the air escape his lungs, sinking back into the sheets and quite relieved. Still, he remains weary as he watches Master moving around the room, combing his hair and putting it on a ponytail, dressing up in his tailored suit and applying so much cologne the Pet has to bury his face on the pillows to hold back the sneezes.

Master always smells so good. His favorite cologne has tops of lemon and jasmine and a soft wooden background. It denounces his arrival before the master enters a room, and lingers after he leaves. It has also impregnated the sheets, the pillows and even the pet itself, sticking on his skin and leaving a trace where he was held. 

After he’s done playing or hurting him, Master takes him to the bathroom and places him on a tub which he lets fill with mercifully warm water. He washes his back with milky soap and his hair with strawberry shampoo. Sometimes, he baths by himself too, making extra sure he’s clean and groomed to his Master’s liking. 

Still, the Master's smell is stronger.

It stays, no matter how much he scrubs his skin.

Which is why he’s oddly glad about how much the guest just… stinks. 

He stinks of sour cigarette smoke, candle wax and forest mold, sweat and booze and sex and asphalt. He stinks and for once, it overpowers Master’s lemony scent. 

Once Master finally leaves, he sinks his head on the man’s chest and inhales, trying to pick apart all that makes his smell, nuzzling a little so his stubble beard scratches the pet's face. 

Unfortunately that wakes him up, and they lock eyes, pearly blue in toxic green ones. He feels himself grow cold, afraid he’ll be hurt for waking him, but the man simply smiles, a row of creep teeth. He thought those were fascinating, but wondered how much it hurt to make them look like this. 

“Good morning” he says, and Pet cringes at his breath. And Orfeu notices “Oh, guess I need to brush my teeth. And a shower-”

Two mistakes. It’s barely eight in the morning, and he’s made two mistakes with Master’s new guest. He’s shaking…

“I-I- nhh s-s-sorry, pet… dirty, pet is, is, not-”

“Shhh” he picks up one of Pet’s white locks, playing with it between his distorted fingers “Not a big deal. I have an idea. Why don’t you go get us some breakfast, while I wash, hm?”

He nods, nearly jumping out the bed. 

He doesn’t bother getting dressed. He knows it bothers some of the workers of the mansion but… it’s nothing that they haven’t seen before. And he’s been through… so much worse, he hardly feels humiliated by the nakedness anymore. 

“Good morn- Oh fuck. Please wear clothes” Ms. Lenora complains, as the pet runs into the kitchen. 

He blushes a little and waves at the housekeeper apologetically, one of the few employees that work at the house. It’s a small task force and there’s always a lot of work to be done. The Pet has to help sometimes, and while most of them are either bothered or even hostile towards the pet, she doesn’t seem to mind.

“It 's alright. Go see if you can find something in the laundry room, I’ll prepare your food” She says, just smiling at him.

"G-guest" Speaking is getting harder and harder these days.

"Guest?” She frowns. Farlan must have forgotten to warn her, but she knows Pet wouldn't lie about "Fm. Guess you’ll need something better than oatmeal then. Now, please, get dressed-"

He nods, going past the kitchen and into the laundry room. People there glare, disgusted by his presence, his nakedness, the violence marked on his body. He quickly snatches a shirt from the clean pile. It’s Master’s, but he won’t mind. 

He smiles when he gets back into the kitchen, seeing Lenora preparing a tray with avocado toast and eggs, cuts of meat and picked fruits. He hesitates for a second, then approaches to help her, which earns him a soft pat on the head.

“Good boy”

Something deep inside him says he should feel humiliated by this sort of affection. But it’s all that exists in his world, and oh, he’d take humiliating affection over pain any day. 

Finally he carries the tray back upstairs, hoping this man Orfeu allows him to eat. He’s not good at starving. Farlan is not the most merciful of Master’s, but he’s generous about food, only denying it when it annoys him enough for a hard punishment.

But sometimes he’s left under the care of Master’s father, Gerard, the lord of the house, who is very prone to making him starve. ‘A petite little songbird’, the man says, feeding him nothing but what he can lick off of his fingers.

He remembers them fighting the first time his Master traveled and left the pet under Gerard’s care. After a week, when he came back, the pet went to welcome him and ended up passing out from starvation. 

“Oh, that’s fancy” Orfeu says, coming out of the bathroom and throwing himself on the bed, a towel wrapped around his hair. 

“Come on-” he taps the bed by his side, coaching the pet to sit by his side. He does it hesitantly. Master Farlan would be angry if they dropped food on the sheets… but he’d be even angrier if the pet denied a guest's request, so he obeys.

…He immediately notices the smell. He must’ve stolen the cologne because he smells exactly like Farlan now. He swallows, wondering why this makes him feel grief. 

“Did you make the food?” 

“H-h-helped” the pet mumbles, a bit thrown aback by how casually he talks. He must be used to pets. Maybe even have some of his own.

“Own, it's very good”

The pet just nods, hands crossed politely over his lap, trying not to stare at the food.

"You aren't much of a talker, are you?"

He flinches hard. It used to be so easy.

"I-I can, ifsir wamt. Msorry Sorry" he whispers, feeling the words roll and mix, his tongue too heavy to properly form them.  Why speak, if no one wants to hear? "Hard. Msorry"

"It's alright, love" 

He realizes the pet staring and chooses to be merciful, cutting a piece of toast and taking the piece to his lips. He parts them obediently and chews the food slowly, enjoying the taste. It also makes for a good excuse to stay quite.

“You don't have to. I'd like you to, if you can. But I don't mind if you don't want to"

It sounds like a mockery, if not for his genuine expression. 

Pets don't have wants, or so they say. Of course it's a lie. The pet wants a lot of things. It's just that a pet's wants are meaningless. 

He just obediently opens his mouth again, letting the man place a piece of fruit inside. So it seems that just like Gerard, this man likes to hand feed pets, enjoying the utter submission of the act. He does his best not to resent that, at least he's being generous with the portions, letting him chew a cut of strawberry. 

"He said you don't have a name…" the pet struggles not to flinch with the way Orfeu toys with the knife.

Thankfully, he simply cuts a piece of the meat for himself. 

"I kinda wanna give you one"

…Pet stares. This screams of a trap. He recalls him telling that to the master last night, and Farlan being very clear that the pet does not deserve one.

"Sir'angry" he replies, the best he can, in between the little bits of food he's being fed. 

"Farlan? Nah, I'll handle him" Orfeu promises, seeming all too confident. Well, it's true the Master seems to forgive a little more disrespect from him than from most others… but this is a big thing. 

"It's unfair to not be named. I'll think of something. You can help too" he offers. 

The pet shakes his head shyly. It's not for him to decide. But… he kinda hopes this strange man can indeed get him named. He'd like to be someone. 

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[nefertied]

❀  -  the  living  area:  though  they  wouldn't  consider  it  too  grand,  sabri's  den  is  rather  posh  for  a  24  year  old,  with  a  crushed  velvet  indigo  couch,  white  throw  pillows  they  somehow  manage  to  always  keep  clean  and  bright,  stained  marble-esque  etching  and  molding,  a  few  potted  plants  here  &  there,  and  a  fireplace  right  behind  their  polished  wood  coffee  table.

❀  -  the  kitchen  area: matching  the  theme  of  the  living  room,  sabri's  kitchen  area  is  of  an  indigo  scheme,  but  the  white  is  replaced  with  a  copper  /  bronze  /  gold  accent  in  terms  of  metal  work  for  the  appliances.  compared  to  the  rest  of  his  lodging,  sabri  thinks  his  kitchen  looks  relatively  tame.  swing  by  for  some  french  toast  &  coffee  if  you  ever  have  the  time. 

❀  -  the  seed  room:  being  an  avid  gardener  and  trained  herbalist,  sabri  has  an  enter  room  dedicated  to  a  myriad  of  seeds  cultivated  for  their  personal  garden  outback,  as  well  as  magical  herbs  that  can  be  used  for  spells  and  such.  everything's  labeled  so  they  don't  grab  the  wrong  thing  by  mistake,  which  can  lead  to  very  disastrous  stuff  for  their  other  process  involving  the  plants.

❀  -  the  bedroom:  just  like  the  rest  of  his  abode,  his  bedroom  is  just  as  azure  as  the  rest  of  his  place,  with  comfortable  bed  sheets  and  comforters  that  feel  as  light  and  billowy  as  feathers.  there  are  flowy  curtains  around  with  candles  lit  with  enticing  aromas  burning  from  the  wicks  and  things  of  incense  that  hold  the  fragrance  in  the  wisps  of  smoke,  usually  that  of  a  relaxing  scent  to  help  for  sleep.

❀  -  the  bathroom:  the  bathroom  holds  a  similar  layout  to  the  bedroom,  same  color  with  white  accents,  and  a  myriad  of  sweet  smelling  soaps  (  sabri's  very  big  on  scents  if  you  haven't  caught  on  by  now  ):  they  do  love  a  good  bubble  bath,  so  if  you  see  a  couple  of  bubbles  floating  from  their  bathroom  windows,  don't  get  worried,  just  enjoy  the  scents  coming  from  it  !

❀  -  apothecary:  sabri's  personal  potion  storage,  they  keep  much  of  their  perfumes  and  potions  in  their  own  collection,  marking  them  based  off  of  the  plants  used  to  help  construct  them  and  the  possible  effects.

[iamhellborn]

DWK characters as Melanie Martinez songs

Leon – Mad Hatter (“So what if I’m crazy? The best people are”)

Marlon – Teddy Bear (“How did love become so violent?”)

Raban – Soap (“I said to much, it overflowed”)

Vanessa – Pity Party (“I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place”)

Deniz – Show & Tell (“Harsh words if you don’t get a pic with me”)

Markus – Detention (“You write me up and say it’s love and I can’t believe it”)

Jojo – LIGHT SHOWER (“My past grew mold around my heart”)

[obsessive-ego]

What did it smell like? (Do you have a headcannon for Beetlejuice smell?)

My Beetlejuice candle?

I had a hard time describing it other than is smelled like laundry soap

The box said juicy pomegranate, raspberry nectar, fluffy whipped cream, and a hint of patchouli.

It was mild yet sweet

I have issues with scent products but this didn't bug me

And yes I do have a headcannon for a Beetlejuice smell

Keatlejuice: wet dirt, old basement, and cigarettes, with a hint of cheap cologne

Musicaljuice: mold, weed, and body odor

Toonjuice: mold, body odor (most noticeable) and old basement

In short

They stink

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[wordsyettocome]

Bathroom Ritual

Disclaimer: I am not spiritual or a witch. This is in no way meant to be disrespectful towards anyone with these practices.

It all shall be cleansed.

The soap bars are in their dishes, the bubbles are foaming, the aromatic candles are lit.

In the circle of bottles and brushes, rinse your hands and picture a world without blemish. Banish the dirt and the mold and welcome the pristine.

Blow bubbles, wishing for protection with every breath. Throw bath bombs into the water, letting it spread and spread.

Bless this sanctuary of peace and water, and may it keep all out filth. May it soothe and never stress you. May your towels remain fluffy and your bathrobes remain soft.

Bless your hairbrush, may it never tug too hard.

Bless your toothbrush, may it never miss a morsel.

Bless your bathroom, may it always cleanse you anew.

You may also enjoy ‘Cleancore’ and ‘Blessing for Writers’

[polyamorouspunk]

i would try to be careful or avoid resin all together :/ its become popular but most people are NOT using it carefully and responsibly. you can very easily start poisoning yourself or other people via fumes from inadequate ventilation or improperly cured resin. plus its plastic which is generally unsustainable & not eco friendly

if you go this route please please do lots of research to keep yourself safe & possibly try finding bioplastic or recycled options to use !!!

Yeah I mean what exactly do people *do* with resin? Like I have a resin self defense knife my mom and I bought and people making cute clear charms or bookmarks with dried flowers and stuff is cute, and the wood with faux ocean waves is cute, and the cool lamps that light up blue for ocean scapes is cool, but like other than that what are people *doing* with resin? Like my ex made some resin charms and I got some obviously because it was our shop and it was a test but like. There was no charm loop. It was just an object that fit in the palm of my hand. It seems expensive and a lot of work for what exactly. Like the vote for resin is winning but I don’t know exactly what people *want*. Like I mean say I make a resin butterfly. What are you guys doing with it. Putting it on a shelf? Idk. I feel like soap and candles and food at least do something. Like are you going to go to a booth at pride and see a pride-colored resin thing and buy it? Please be honest. Like when I go to booths I buy button pins and stickers which is what I’m focusing on right now. But I have this machine that allows me to make custom molds so I can now make fandom soaps and candles and stuff but that’s functional. Yeah resin is scary, I really do stuff on a small scale here, I try and stay cheap, I’m not sure I’m ready for resin yet, and I’m mot sure the expense, effort, and hazards are worth the possible profit.

[eahostudiogallery]

April Fools Oddities

Joe Colombo - Asimmetrico, 1964

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Albrecht Dürer - Six Studies of Pillows, 1493

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Ugo Rondinone - Still Life (Mushroom beige candle)

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Claes Oldenburg - alphabet

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Couzyn van Heuvelen - Avataq, 2016

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Claes Oldenburg - Toilet

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Ai Weiwei - Marble Toilet Paper, 2020

George Stoll - embroidered toilet paper

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Malia Jensen - Unmade Bed, carved soap

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Deora Budor - Male Molds, 2021

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Mike Kelley

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Catherine Opie - from the MOCA exhibit

Catherine Opie - Elizabeth Taylor handbag collection, 700 Nimes Road

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John Gellatly collection diorama by his butler

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Mohammed Alani

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Wednesday: the sketch pad

[deliriumsdelight7]

grace van dien literally ruined herself. go on twitter and youtube and all you see is the faze drama. she's not coming back from this. she's done

You know, I’m also thinking of getting into candle making. It’s funny, because I’ve never been one to use fancy soaps or bath bombs or go crazy on scented candles, but stuff like this is so much fun to make!

Here’s a recipe of one I’ve been looking at:

Purple Blackberry Flower Candle

What You’ll Need:

Round Glass Candle Jar

14 oz. EcoSoya Advanced Soy Wax

6 oz.White Beeswax

1 oz.Blackberry Sage Cybilla Fragrance Oil

Cd-20 Wick

Purple Wax Dye Block

Flower Template

Optional: Glossy Silicone Square Tray Molds (2 molds)

ONE: In a large heat safe container, melt 14 oz. of Advanced EcoSoya Wax and shavings of the Purple Wax Dye Block in the microwave using 30 second bursts. For this candle, the majority of the wax dye block was used to create a vibrant, rich purple color. If you prefer a lighter purple, use less colorant.

TWO: Once you are happy with the color, add 1 oz. of the Blackberry Sage Cybilla Fragrance Oil and use a spoon to thoroughly combine.

THREE: Place the wick in the center and use chopsticks, pencils or dowels to hold the wicks in place. Slowly and carefully pour the purple wax into the container. Set aside, and allow to fully cool and harden.

FOUR: While the candle cools, it’s time to make the flowers. Cut out the flower stencils from the Flower Template. Melt 6 oz. of white beeswax in a heat safe container using 1 minute bursts. Beeswax has a high melting point, and takes longer to melt than most waxes. Because of this, be careful when removing the container from the microwave as it will be very hot!

FIVE: Split the wax in half, and color one container lightly with shavings of the Purple Wax Dye Block. Pour both containers of wax into two Glossy Silicone Square Tray Molds. If you do not have two molds, you can split this step into two; simply melt 3 oz. of white beeswax at a time and only color one batch.

SIX: Soon, the beeswax will begin to cool and harden. Once the beeswax can be touched with your finger and does not pull away, gently place the flower cut-outs on the wax. Using a chopstick or wood skewer, use the flower as a stencil and “draw” a flower into the wax. Move quickly as the beeswax hardens fast.

SEVEN: Continue drawing both small and large flowers into the white and purple wax. You only need one small and one large flower for each candle, but you will be able to carve more than two flowers. Carve more for future candles, or save the wax to remelt and reuse later.

EIGHT: Use a straw or the end of your carving tool to create a hole in the center of your flower. This is where the wick will be threaded, so ensure it is large enough for the wick to fit through. Set the trays of flowers aside to fully cool and harden before removing the flowers from the mold.

NINE: Once the wax has fully cooled, gently press the bottom of the mold, around the flowers. The wax around the flowers will begin to break, releasing the flower shapes. Be very careful during this step, you don’t want to break the flowers! If this happens don’t worry. Remelt and wax, pour and trace the flowers again. =)

TEN: Melt a very small amount of beeswax in the microwave using 30 second bursts. Use a dropper or spoon to drop a small amount of wax near the wick.

ELEVEN: Gently place a large flower onto the candle and hot wax. The hot wax will adhere the flower to the candle.

TWELVE: Place a small amount of hot wax on the large flower, and gently place a small flower on top. Be careful not to press too firmly, as this could crack the flowers. When ready to use, light the wick and enjoy! Reminder, never leave a burning candle unattended, and hot candles can damages surfaces so always use a hot plate or covering.

[puppy-the-mask]

Some traditional doodles of Connie, as well as some headcannons!

-Connie isn’t very good at using magic, built to consume energy rather than release and use it. So while they Can it’s rather difficult for them to pull off and they aren’t very well learned in how to properly use it anyways.

Because of this their human disguise is slightly off putting- having a tinge of green about them- and it’s form easily becomes destabilized, revealing their true nature when they’re hungry. They get goopy and seem to almost start melting while their eyes shift to have demonic slit pupils. And yes- the clothes are part of their body, which is why everything is green.

-Connie, being sentient mold, smells very musty. Standing next to her is like you’re suddenly standing in a cave or a leaky basement. They’ve got that old house smell to them that just can’t be covered up no matter how much perfume you hose them down with. That doesn’t stop Cas from trying though

This makes Cas also a bit musty by proxy but it’s much harder to tell as she uses scented soaps and hair products to cover it up. He takes showers Religiously because of this and always tries to smell nice. Scented candles and air fresheners can be found all over their home

-Connie has been approached multiple times by people asking for weed, they think they smell it on her but nope. She questions what kind of weed they’re using if it smells like mold but just shoos them away and moves on with her day

-Connie prefers Savory flavors and is partial to the occasional spicy food. But just plain old salty kinda of savory food are her favorites. She’s the kind of person who’d lick a salt lamp for funsies and then take a bite out of it both for the shock factor and for the excuse to eat it.

-While Connie loves actual food sometimes they miss eating rocks and dirt and wood. Sometimes they just pick up twigs to chew on or rocks to crunch between their teeth. They have been banned from using Cas’ body to satisfy their unusual cravings and have to use their disguised form. This unironically pushed it to learn how to disguise itself properly and make a fully functional human form. It only took them a century to finally buckle down and work at it =_=

-They actually prefer vegetarian meals, most mold doesn’t eat living things and while Connie didn’t initially they had grown into it after becoming a monster. It later learned it was the energy/power inside living things that they were drawn to rather than the taste of flesh. So unless it’s part of a fight they won’t go eating living things anymore. Cooked meat is still tasty to them but plants and such taste the best in their opinion.

-in fights they absorb the kinetic (or magical) energy used to harm them. It still hurts/damages them but the energy is stored for later use. I just really like the character types where hitting them makes them stronger- and in a lot of them their weakness is giving them exactly what they want until they’re ‘too full’ this isn’t possible for connie but their body can still be destroyed by using more power than they’re currently capable of. They aren’t invulnerable, they just grow back fast.

[loreandletters]

The most important fact is that Jake’s is fine. He is a-okay with being left in a haunted cemetery. All alone. In the middle of the night. He’s also pretty poor, and since fear is costly, being fine and being okay is his only option. 

Ghosts? Psha! Try looking at his bills, those are scary. Eyeless ghouls? Good thing it doesn’t cost much to scribble out a talisman or sprinkle some salt. Some wannabe witches trying to summon the devil? Not on his fucking watch! Those candles leave a mess, don’t they know that?

People look down on cleaning, but doesn’t anyone realize that the sanitation department runs the world? Garbage men keep the streets clean, ushers man the stores, and Jake weeds and washes graves. What better honor is there than guarding the deceased from moss and mold? No better money too.

Jake’s lamp flickers as he pulls up another weed. 

“Money, money, money,” Jake sings, forcing himself not to rush, “must be funny, in a rich man’s world.”

The grave is illuminated poorly, the mossed over letters just barely spelling out ‘here lies Jasmine Helma, the sweetest wife a man could ask for.’ It’s also just barely enough to see the half-screaming ghostly face sticking out of the stone. Jake hums patiently, plucking more weeds that are growing at the foot of the grave.

80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year. Jake chants, the mantra beating religiously within his cranium. The numbers aren’t exactly accurate, but what rich man counts pennies? (he also heard somewhere that rhymes help ward off misfortune) 80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year.

Yeah, he hasn’t been here more than six months, so what? He makes it a year, that’s a six figure salary! All for picking weeds and scrubbing stone (along with the occasional security). He doesn’t need a degree or some nepotism (both of which he doesn’t have), just a spine of steel. Honestly, he doesn’t have that either, but for 160k he does. He’ll fucking sprout wings and fly if they asked him to.

….Jake’s really poor.

Not for long though, he promised himself.

“I’ll kill you!” the ghoulish face shrieked, mouth cranked inhumanly wide, unmoving yet still speaking, “you cheating manwhore! I’ll kill you!”

“I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay,” Jake sings. Ghosts like these forget they’re dead, and only repeat what the last thing they said before they died. It happens the longer they stick around. Their looks fade, their voices lose any recognizable lilt, leaving them with a dragging, wretched voice that is indistinguishable from any other ghost. 

“I’ll kill you! You cheating manwhore! I’ll kill you!”

 “Ain’t that sad?” Jake wasn’t shivering out of fear, he was just cold. Who cared if she was screaming? That wouldn't pay his rent, picking these weeds would. 

“I’ll kill you!”

“And still there never seems to be, a single penny left for me,” Jake fixed his flickering lamp, hand dipping into the bucket of soap and water to fetch the sponge.

“You cheating manwhore!”

“That’s too bad.” Jake began to scrub. He scrubbed around the headstone, around the ghost, and when he was done, everything but that one spot was sparkling clean. The night chilled his drying hands but Jake muscled on. 80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year.

“Cleaning again, Jacob dear?”

“If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn’t have to work at all,” James' voice immediately became louder, singing now ringing across the graveyard, “I’d fool around and have a ball!”

The floating annoyance chuckled, “if that’s a yes to my offer, I’m afraid you’ll have to be more clear.”

It was a month ago now that he’d chased off the amateur witches. They were ambitious kids, and like all kids, stupid. Breaking into a graveyard to play with powers beyond their control, who does that? Without Jake they likely would have died. Unfortunately, they were skilled idiots. Skilled enough to summon something, just not a demon. Jake isn’t a witch so he can’t say what exactly, only that it isn’t one of hells many soldiers. That’s why the thing calls him by a fake name. He may not know much, but he isn’t stupid enough to be giving out his real name to anyone who asks. For some reason It’s stuck in the graveyard, and because Jake’s only job is to clean the graveyard not fix the graveyard, that isn’t his problem. It’s just another thing he needs to ignore.

“Money, money, money, must be funny, in a rich man’s world!” Jake has been singing this song for the past hour, stuck on a couple verses because he doesn’t actually know the whole thing, and he’s too scared right now to think of another. He’s fine though! Don’t lose it now, Jake. Remember, 80 bucks an hour, 160,000 a year - keep your eyes on the prize!

The next grave has a ghoul hiding behind it, the monstrous thing shivering as it tries to take refuge in the shadow of the headstone. They’re relatively harmless so long as you don’t start chasing them. Just to be sure, he has a shitty talisman that he’d haggaled a priest for, though to be honest he probably shouldn’t have bothered. They tend to feed on happier victims. 

It’s their form that unnerves most people; twig like limbs, far too long for the small torso they’re connected to, with muscles all distorted and twisted. Freaks folks out. Luckily, they're more shadow than physical, so he doesn't worry about stepping on them. He begins his process again, picking weeds and trashing rubbish. Must have been the teenagers again. Don’t they have anything better to do with their time?

“Money, money, money,” Jake sings, loud as he can. The not-demon thing trails behind him. 

“Oh Jacob, I could give you money and so much more,” the being takes on a young man's form tonight, chest exposed by an open shirt, the body underneath toned, skin shining in the moonlight as It lays back in the air. Confident in the image It’s made, as if Jake will fall over at the sight alone. “All you have to do is ask.”

Thick manicured hands run across the shapeshifted body in a lustful fashion. Tonight, the face is sharp and beautiful, wet lips and curly hair, with green eyes as sparkling as gems. There’s a pout on his lips. Last shift the thing had taken on a woman, and before that a large wolf, and before that, a cripple - anything to pull his heartstrings. Friendship, romance, companionship - what will it take for Jake to say yes? There’s only one answer, of course.

Money. Money is why he’s here. Best part? This job will get him all his desires without asking him for his soul. He’ll pay off his debts, his rent, his brother's medical bills and he’ll get to be alive to enjoy it. 

So, Jake grits his teeth and bears it. The ghosts, the ghouls, the not-demon; just sings, scrubbing at a leisure pace so that maybe he can get an extra hour on his shift tonight. I mean, c’mon, it’s 80 an hour. Wouldn’t you? 

You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour